Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 361, Section 355: Gryffindor loses ten points, Mr. Potter (Vote Requested)

This continued until everyone in the classroom except Umbridge had their attention on Hermione.

Even Umbridge believed that this situation could no longer be ignored.

"Honey, do you have any questions?"

Umbridge then turned around and asked, as if she had just noticed her.

Her acting skills alone are far superior to those of her boss, Fudge.

"Which part of the book do you not understand? Professor Umbridge would be happy to answer your questions."

Hermione shook her head, her gaze fixed on Umbridge: "It's not what's in the book."

Umbridge feigned nonchalance, subtly avoiding her gaze: "If you have any other questions, we can talk about them after class."

"I have a question about your course objectives."

Hermione simply got straight to the point.

Umbridge raised an eyebrow at this, her gaze lingering on Hermione for a moment: "What's your name?"

Hermione Granger.

"Well, Miss Granger, you think I've explained the course objectives in enough detail. You'll understand if you've seen what I wrote on the blackboard."

There were only three dots written on the blackboard behind Umbridge.

1. Understand the basic principles of Defense Against Magic.

2. Learn to identify situations where it is legal to use Defense Against Magic.

3. Evaluate magic defense spells in the context of practical application.

Well, at first glance, the learning content looks very rigorous, but in reality, it's all nonsense. You're already facing a dark wizard using black magic, so do you need to consider the context before opening it?

Hermione stated bluntly, "Professor Umbridge, there's not a single word about using defensive spells on it."

"Use defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a soft laugh, continuing in her cloyingly sweet voice, "Oh dear, I can't imagine a situation in my class where you'd need to use defensive spells, Miss Granger. You don't exactly expect to be attacked during class, do you?"

This is a simple case of misrepresentation; whether or not you will be attacked in class and whether or not you need to learn defensive spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts class are two different things.

Being safe at school does not mean you are safe outside.

So Hermione didn't give her a direct answer.

"I think the name of our course is Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory."

Hermione spoke loudly, straightening her chest and meeting Umbridge's gaze at her as she stood on the high platform.

"The overall goal of Defense Against the Dark Arts should be to learn defensive spells, not a bunch of useless theory, right?"

"Are you an education specialist specially trained by the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?"

"No, but..."

Before she could finish speaking, Umbridge interrupted her with a triumphant smile on his toad-like face, just as he had been waiting for Hermione to say that.

"Since you're not a professional in this field, I'm afraid you're not qualified to judge the 'overall goal' of any course. Our latest learning program was designed and formulated by wizards who are much older and more intelligent than you. You will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free way."

This is similar to criticizing someone's acting skills online, and when netizens ask if you're an expert in the field, you answer no, and they say you're not qualified to comment.

In fact, your reasonable questioning does not require relevant qualifications.

Umbridge excels at wordplay and subtly shifting the meaning of concepts, and Hermione is clearly far less adept at it.

It's not that I'm not as smart as her, but it's the first time I've encountered something like this.

Hermione sat down, her eyes fixed on Umbridge, looking very angry.

She was thinking, thinking about how to refute this pink toad.

The young wizards around him murmured amongst themselves again. Offending Dumbledore on the first day of school and the "Lion of Gryffindor" on the first day of class—the new professor was certainly bold.

"I'll say it again." Umbridge, seeing she had the upper hand, raised her voice smugly, smiling at Hermione in that particularly irritating way. "Miss Granger, I'll ask you one more time: do you think you'll be attacked in my class?"

She intended to use Hermione to establish her authority, but unfortunately, she chose the wrong target.

"I believe that even in a classroom setting, the possibility of being attacked cannot be ruled out."

Another voice rang out.

Everyone's first reaction was to look at Dali, but unfortunately, he didn't say those words. Dali just sat in his seat with his eyes narrowed, like an old monk in meditation.

Someone else said that.

"You have to raise your hand before you speak in my class! Haven't you all learned this basic rule after all this time in school?"

However, upon seeing the speaker, Umbridge's smile widened, as radiant as a sunflower in the setting sun: "Oh, it's the famous Harry Potter! What makes you say such a thing?"

The boy who survived was a supporter of Dumbledore.

Her goal was to take complete control of Hogwarts on behalf of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore is no longer trusted by Fudge.

He needs to eliminate the danger.

Umbridge was the executor he sent to eliminate the danger.

Umbridge lowered her voice, her deliberately sweet tone sounding like she had a ten-year-old phlegm stuck in her throat, impossible to cough up or swallow, creating an indescribable discomfort: "Who do you think would attack children like you? Especially in this classroom!"

She stared at Harry with her bulging, toad-like eyes, intending to put pressure on him from above. Unfortunately, she was too short for him; even standing on the podium, she was still a head shorter than him, so she could only look up at him slightly.

Harry retorted with his emerald eyes, his bulging muscles making Umbridge uncomfortable and causing her to unconsciously take a small step back. Harry said earnestly, word by word, "Of course there are, and many. For example, during the crucial moment of the Triwizard Tournament last year, I was teleported to a strange place where there were many Death Eaters."

Although Harry wasn't actually teleported there, Dudley went there with Harry's face on his back, so it wouldn't be wrong to say that he was teleported.

The preceding content was relatively normal, but when Harry mentioned the words "Death Eaters," Umbridge's sagging, fat face visibly trembled a few times.

She then turned and stared at Harry with a venomous look.

It was as if she were one of those Death Eaters who had been captured.

He said in a tone of utter disgust, "Deduct ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."

(End of this chapter)