Umbridge's speech was interrupted by an unpredictable dung warning.

It also caused incalculable psychological and physical damage to her.

After all, when the big dung egg explodes, in addition to its own sound effects and the generation of unknown gas, it also has physical attacks.

Not everyone has the opportunity to experience the feeling of being smothered.

For a "little girl" with a little bit of cleanliness, it is simply unbearable despair!

Umbridge stayed in his office for a full morning, his body wrinkled, and then he left the room.

She is furious!

This is no longer an ordinary prank, but a terrorist attack. If you catch it, you will be fired and sent to Azkaban!

Umbridge asked McGonagall to catch the murderer immediately.

But Professor McGonagall said she was making a fuss, making a fuss, and making a fuss.

He replied unceremoniously:

"If it were a big deal, a third of the students in the school would have to be expelled.

Half of the remaining students will be banned from taking the Ultimate Wizarding Exam and will not be able to get their degree certificate! "

Umbridge was startled.

Is this Hogwarts sure it's a wizarding school, not a juvenile center, or something like a juvenile center?

But even if Mag didn't help in the investigation, she knew who did it!

Besides that person, who else would dare to do this? !

William originally thought that Umbridge was going to miss today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Unexpectedly, when she entered the classroom, she saw that she was already sitting behind the podium.

But Umbridge's skin is wrinkled, numb, not smooth at all, as if she has aged by several decades... What kind of underworld dress is this?

Her clothes have also changed, from the leopard print that morning to a fluffy pink cardigan with a black velvet bow on the top of her head.

William noticed that many girls used to like to wear bows, but now none of them are missing.

It is estimated that during dinner, there are no girls in the whole school with bow ties.

As expected of Umbridge, this is the real buyer show killer who can single-handedly bring down the bowtie industry.

William and Qiu found a random place to sit down, and Umbridge came over immediately, aggressively:

"Stark, hand over your wand!"

"The reason, Professor?" William's face showed just the right amount of confusion.

"I suspect that you used magic to control the big **** and attacked all the professors in the morning!" Umbridge began to buckle his hat. "Hurry up and hand it over!"

William smiled, leaned lazily on the back of the table, spread his hands and said:

"No sir, I have won the "Special Contribution Award to the School" three times.

He is still a Ravenclaw prefect, and he is also a representative of British youth.

Who do you doubt, you shouldn't doubt me. "

The students all nodded in unison, William was indeed a model student.

In everyone's eyes, he had good grades and never violated school rules.

Bad things are done by twins;

The most serious points were deducted from Porter and Weasley;

Relying on the fact that there are two stinky money in the family, it is Malfoy who bullies people everywhere...

Among these villains, there is no such thing as Stark.

"However, since you doubt it, I must prove my innocence." William held his wand and said softly, "Flashback Flashback Charm."

At the top of his wand, spells kept appearing, but they were all ordinary magic like 'clean up'.

"Is this your wand?" Umbridge asked.

"It's not my wand, but it's yours?" William smiled slightly: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Ollivander to verify it."

William's voice was neither light nor heavy, so that all the students could hear it.

"That's where you fell and was sent to Azkaban by me.

Do you think I can do this... repeat your mistakes? "

William winked.

The students all looked at the livid Umbridge.

She slapped the table and said, "It must be cast without a stick, I know you..."

"Do you have any evidence?" William put away his wand and said politely, "If not, I will sue you for defamation.

If I can get you into Azkaban once, there will be a second time. "

Umbridge gritted his teeth in anger, but had no choice but to walk to the podium.

She looked around and whispered, "Please put away the wand and take out the quill."

Umbridge took his wand and tapped **** the blackboard, and two lines immediately appeared on the blackboard:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Back to Fundamentals

"Classmates, your teaching in this class has always been intermittent and not systematic, isn't it?"

Professor Umbridge turned to face the class, with his hands folded, squarely on his chest, and said:

"The teachers are constantly changing, many of whom are not teaching to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic.

And the level of professors is not good either. Look at what bad teachers you have experienced over the years.

Death Eaters, dark wizards, liars, werewolves... Although you have passed O. W. The Ls exam is far below what it should be. "

Everyone nodded, and Umbridge was right.

"However, you will be pleased that these problems will be corrected soon."

Umbridge said in a greasy sweet voice.

"This year, we will be taking a well-arranged, theory-focused, Ministry-approved course in Defense of Magic.

Please copy these words down. "

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words just now disappeared, replaced by the course goal.

The students all picked up their quills and copied them impatiently.

"Very well," Umbridge continued, "I want you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Getting Started Fundamentals'.

While reading, don't whisper. "

Everyone looked at Umbridge in shock. Was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just for reading?

It's not as good as Lockhart. He will at least add some interesting performances to increase the entertainment of the class.

Then just change the course of Defense Against the Dark Arts to "Days of Studying at Hogwarts".

But Umbridge's eyes began to swept to the students, and the sound of reading suddenly appeared in the room.

She nodded in satisfaction and sat down in the chair behind the podium.

Those two toad-like eyes with droopy eyelids kept staring at everyone.

She was trying to find a way to trouble Stark.

Deduction of points is definitely useless, he can find a class at random, and he can get it back in ten minutes.

Lockdown is also not feasible.

Stark himself was a master alchemist, Umbridge had heard Fudge mention it, and he was a student of Nicole LeMay.

The punishment items I bought in Knockturn Alley might not work in the hands of the other party.

Wait...he cared so much about that Mudblood Granger that he could trouble her.

And get revenge for being beaten in Vienna.

Just as Umbridge pondered, she suddenly realized that the sound of reading had gradually ceased.

She looked up, only to find Stark raised his hand.

Umbridge ignored it, but he kept holding it up, and all the students looked at William and did not intend to continue reading.

No way, Umbridge had to ask:

"Dear, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?"

"No, not about the content of this chapter." William seemed confused, "but about the book."

"Huh? This is a textbook approved by the Ministry of Magic. Do you have any doubts about the Ministry of Magic?" Umbridge began to snap his hat again.

She seemed to have been rehearsed long ago, like a barrage of cannons, and said:

"If you have doubts about the overall goal of this course, then I can only tell you:

You are not an educational specialist specially trained by the Ministry of Magic.

Our latest study plan was designed by wizards who are much older and wiser than you.

You will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way..."

Good guy... William called him a good guy.

Before he could speak, Umbridge set the target first and started fighting himself.

It's a real life.

But William smiled slightly:

"No, Professor, I have nothing against the Ministry of Magic.

Just in the process of reading, I found some serious mistakes.

I suspect the author of this book, an anti-magic part, is a Death Eater. "

Umbridge froze.

William held up the book and read: "On the twenty-fifth page of the textbook, there is this sentence:

'Once extreme defensive magic is used, wizards should use magic to severely punish their own bodies.

Necessary ascetic practices are beneficial to hone perseverance and eliminate distracting thoughts. ’”

"Is there a problem?" Umbridge asked.

"Of course there is." William shook his head and said, "This violates the first rule of Adebe Waughlin's "Basic Laws of Magic":

To tamper with the body's deepest secrets at will, one must be prepared to suffer the most extreme and dangerous consequences.

Penance is one of the severest prohibitions. "

"There's still page seventy-two."

William turned the page quickly, and all the students were excited and turned the page along.

"Here it says, 'Muggles covet and fear magic, and they can become wizards just by learning to chant and wield a wand.'"

William indignantly said:

"In 1672, a magical treatise published by Mystery stated:

Wizards are born, not made.

The paper was also endorsed by the International Confederation of Wizards. "

He suddenly slapped the table hard.

"And the author of this book actually said such things in the book?"

William stared at Umbridge and asked: "

Is Wilbert Slinka challenging the International Confederation of Wizards?

Or are you trying to provoke wizards and muggles?

What is his purpose in writing this?

Who instructed him~lightnovelpub.net~ What is his motive, has he obtained permission from the relevant department?

Who is behind him, what does he want to do when he writes this, what does he want to subvert and destroy? ! "

William this is the real barrage, directly asking Umbridge to be stupid.

She was stunned in place, her whole mind was bewildered.

Buckle hats, words and words... Who wouldn't.

Umbridge doing this with him?

William is battle-hardened!

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