Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 349 Umbridge (Part )

Umbridge's words had made it very clear that her main teaching goal this year was to help these students improve their theoretical knowledge so that they could pass the upcoming OWL exams.

This is a good plan that is mutually beneficial. If her plan can be implemented smoothly, the OWL test scores of Mike's students will have a qualitative leap compared with previous periods, and she herself can also take this opportunity to prove her ability in education.

With this political achievement as a foundation, it will be very smooth for her to move up in her career or switch to become a full-time professor.

For students like Mike who are in their exam year, OWL is indeed the most important issue they need to face right now.

Many people also understand this truth, so they are not fundamentally disgusted with Umbridge's educational methods.

But many more people don't think so.

In fact, boys and girls of Mike's age think more about having fun. Although people around them keep emphasizing to them how important the upcoming OWL exam is, they don't actually feel much nervousness.

On the contrary, due to the constant reminders from professors and the increasing study pressure, they have an instinctive aversion to the word OWL.

That is why, when Umbridge said the above words, except for a few smart people who showed expressions of approval, most people instinctively frowned.

They hate this boring, purely theoretical teaching method!

What they long for is Lupin's kind of interesting teaching!
Mike Mingshen observed this sharply. He nudged Franklin with his elbow. Franklin understood and said quickly:

"Professor, I don't quite understand what you're saying. Are you saying... that as long as we master the theoretical knowledge, we can perform defensive techniques?"

"You have to raise your hand if you want to speak in my class!"

Umbridge was obviously not as polite to Franklin as she was to Mike. She stared at Franklin with her big brown eyes, as if she wanted to glare him to death.

Franklin felt a little frightened by his glare and raised his hand instinctively.

"That's not too difficult, is it?" Umbridge retracted her gaze. "Then I will answer your question. If you can master the theoretical knowledge of defense, then you can successfully cast a defensive spell. Of course, the prerequisite is proficiency!"

"Oh, I don't think so. Our Charms professor, Professor Flitwick, told us that practice and diligent practice are the key to making a powerful wizard." Mike said, "I have always done so, and now, you can see the result."

Mike unbuttoned his collar, and three badges were hung on his shirt, namely the Ravenclaw prefect badge, the Hogwarts duel champion badge, and the Triwizard Cup champion badge. (The badges do not have any magical properties, only collection properties.)
"I don't think there is anything wrong with my teaching. You have to know that this is a curriculum plan carefully formulated by education experts specially trained by the Ministry of Magic. Do you think you are smarter than these experts?"

"I doubt the truthfulness of your words, because this teaching goal is full of loopholes in my opinion!" Mike spread his arms and said to the classmates around him, "Oh my God, we are a group of wizards studying magic in a magic school, but our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not going to teach us defense. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"

Many people in the classroom showed expressions of approval. Just as Mike said, many of them believed that they came to Hogwarts to learn spells, but now the professor was unwilling to let them learn defense. How could they accept this?

"That's enough! I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore!" said Umbridge. "The class will start now!"

As soon as Umbridge finished speaking, many hands appeared in the classroom. It was obvious that Mike's speech had aroused the emotions of the students.

The culprit, Mike, was now sitting in his seat calmly, as if he had not done anything just now.

Umbridge had no intention of continuing to delve into this topic. She completely ignored the raised hands, turned back to flipping through the pages of the book, and said:

"Okay, students, time waits for no one. Now please turn to page 5 of Magical Defense Theory and read 'Chapter 1, Basic Principles'."

Those hands were raised for a long time, but seeing that Umbridge had no intention of paying any attention to them, they could only put them down obediently and flipped through the book "Magical Defense Theory".

The content of this book is very boring, and it is interspersed with a lot of profound sentences and knowledge. Even a powerful wizard like Mike seems to have difficulty understanding it, let alone other students.

After reading for a while, Mike put down the heavy book in his hand, took out the blackthorn wand and a complete set of wand maintenance tools and began to maintain his wand.

His action seemed to be a signal. Almost all the students around him put down their books and turned their eyes to him.

For them, even watching Mike maintain his wand was much more interesting than reading that complicated and profound "Magic Defense Theory".

Umbridge frowned again. At this time, she had already understood that Mike was here to mess up her business today.

"Mike, you are not allowed to do anything else in class." She said in a sweet voice, "I believe your wand does not need immediate maintenance."

"I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge, but your class is so boring that I'm afraid I'll fall asleep if I don't find something to distract myself."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another burst of laughter in the classroom.

Everyone was looking at Mike excitedly. This was Mike Townley, who always dared to do whatever they wanted.

The fake smile on Umbridge's face finally disappeared. She stared at Mike and said word by word:

"Mike, please be careful with your words and actions. It's class time now, and you've been interrupting me time and again. This is a serious violation of discipline. I could have deducted your points or put you in solitary confinement, but given that..."

"Then just turn it off." Mike interrupted, "It just so happens that I also want to confirm something."

Mike looked at the people around him and said, "Confirm whether you will use severe corporal punishment on students."

As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom fell silent, and everyone looked at Umbridge in disbelief.

Since Dumbledore became the headmaster, there has not been a case of professors corporal punishment of students in Hogwarts for many years. Even for Snape, who is usually the most unpopular, the final punishment for students is just to let them deal with and dissect some disgusting biological materials.

"Jingle Bell!"

A crisp alarm sounded from a seat next to Mike. Franklin hurriedly took out an alarm clock from his bag, turned off the ringer, and said embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to say that, but it seems like the get out of class is about to end. Would you like to..."

There was another commotion in the classroom, and many students had even started packing their bags, ready to rush out of the classroom at any time.

Umbridge on the podium took a deep breath. Her class today was completely messed up by Mike, which made her very depressed.

Looking at the agitated students and Mike's mocking eyes, Umbridge tilted her head and sneered:
"Since you want to try it so much, I will do as you wish. Put you in solitary confinement! Please come to my office on time at 7 o'clock tonight!"

"Now, get out of class is over!"

Umbridge slammed the table, then walked out of the classroom quickly, twisting her body and swaying her steps. As Umbridge left, the students in the classroom were suddenly in an uproar.

They excitedly surrounded Mike, asking him one by one whether the corporal punishment he had just mentioned was true.

"Of course, as far as I know, the first victim was a second-year student in Gryffindor, Zhou Hong. If you don't believe me, you can go ask the people in Gryffindor. I believe they will give you a positive answer. As for whether I will be the second one, it depends on tonight."

Upon hearing this, the students around looked at each other, and many of them showed worried expressions on their faces.

"Mike, you have to be careful." A Ravenclaw girl grabbed Mike's hand and said worriedly, "That old witch Umbridge might do something disgusting to you!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Another Hufflepuff girl forced her way through the crowd and came close to Mike, "Don't let her take advantage of you!"

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Looking at the group of beautiful girls around him, Mike felt speechless.

When Penelope was still in school, there weren't actually many women around Mike, but now that Penelope has graduated, the girls around him suddenly hid away, and even his current bad reputation couldn't get rid of them.

Just when Mike felt helpless, Franklin came to the rescue again.

Relying on his muscles developed from long-term Quidditch activities, he squeezed through the crowd and came to Mike's side. Then, without saying a word, he pulled Mike out of the crowd.

After finally pulling Mike out of the classroom, Franklin finally let go of Mike's arm, rubbing his arm and waist and grinning:

"Hiss! These women are really crazy. Look how they strangled me!"

As he spoke, he lifted up his clothes. However, in Mike's opinion, Franklin's body was completely black, and there were no so-called bruises at all.

"Oh! This is a really serious injury!"

Mike said this in an intentionally exaggerated tone.

"You're still making fun of me! I'm going to get beaten!"

Mike and Franklin walked towards the Ravenclaw common room while playing and laughing all the way. Neither of them cared about the next detention, because they knew that Umbridge would never dare to do anything to Mike.

But just because they are not worried doesn't mean others are not worried.

In fact, Mike had just arrived at the Ravenclaw common room not long ago, and his "feat" in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had already spread throughout the entire Hogwarts Castle.

This is all thanks to those girls that Mike disliked. These people may not be good at studying, but they are all good at gossip.

When the news reached Gryffindor College, Ron, Harry and Zhou Hong were the first to be unable to bear it. They hurried to the door of Ravenclaw Common Room, wanting to find Mike to find out the whole story.

However, they were blocked by the eagle-head door knocker.

It was not until Hermione arrived late that the three of them finally entered the Ravenclaw common room.

"If you're doing this to avenge Zhou Hong, I don't think it's a good idea." Hermione said excitedly with her hands on her hips, "Talking back to a teacher never ends well! She doesn't even have to put you in detention. She just needs to ignore you and let your OWL grades plummet!"

Ron, Harry and Zhou Hong looked at each other, and their expressions were a little unnatural.

There was no way. Hermione looked so terrifying at the moment that they were speechless even though they had a lot to say.

"I don't think I'll need to take the OWL exams."

Mike's tone was very calm, and he took out four bottles of Dolphin Magic Drink and handed them to several people.

This indifferent attitude made Hermione even angrier. She looked so cute with her little mouth and head swaying from side to side.

"How can you say that? This is an OWL exam. What if I fail..."

Hermione's words stopped abruptly, because she suddenly saw a large city shadow pattern engraved on the bottle cap of the Dolphin Magic Drink handed to her by Mike, and below the pattern there was a line of words - Los Santos Magic Group.

She finally understood what Mike meant when he said that he didn't need to take the OWL exam. With a behemoth like the Los Santos Magic Group, even if Mike dropped out of school now and did nothing for the rest of his life, he could still live a very luxurious life.

Hermione covered her chest, she felt her heart aching. She studied so hard and even used a time-turner which would shorten her lifespan in disguise, just to get good grades in the OWL exam and the subsequent NEWT exam.

But even if she really got all A's, after graduation she could only work as a clerk in the Ministry of Magic with a weekly salary of 50 gold galleons.

But as for Mike, he no longer needs to work hard, because his achievements are beyond the reach of his peers in their lifetime.

Mike raised his eyebrows. He could see that Hermione was really angry, and said quickly:

"Oh! Don't be angry, take a deep breath Hermione, take a deep breath!

"Okay, let me be serious. This matter is not my fault. It was Umbridge who went too far! To be honest, if it were you, you would probably go even further than I did!"

Mike's words stunned Harry and others who were drinking. They looked at Mike in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.

(End of this chapter)