Feel sorry?

Umbridge looked at Harry in amazement.

My brain froze and I couldn't react.

Her first reaction was surprise and disbelief.

Potter actually apologized to him? Did he realize his mistake?

After this self-righteous thought disappeared from her mind, she belatedly noticed the second half of the sentence - "Now is not your Defense Against the Dark Arts class", and it was in the past tense.

This is……

Harry didn't give her a chance to think about it, he raised his wand and waved it gently.

The levitation spell lifted her exaggerated pink coat, and with a point of the wand, it drew a parabola, fell to the ground with a thud, and was thrown out.

Immediately following.

With a bang, the classroom door was slammed shut.

Umbridge was in disbelief, staring at the wall in the corridor that was only a fist away from her. She took a deep breath, she was actually treated worse than Scrimgeour - just last week, Scrimgeour was also kicked out, but he was just pushed out, but she was thrown out!

As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was actually thrown out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom by a student!

Her face turned red and she clenched her fists.

shame!

What a shame!

How could I be treated like this?

This shouldn't be happening to me.

She supported herself on the ground, turned over, climbed up with difficulty, walked back, and pushed the door hard with a bang: "Potter, you are doing this..."

There are so many obstacles!

Before she could see clearly what was happening inside the classroom, Harry threw a spell at her, knocking her out.

Lock the throat and tongue!

Before she could utter a second curse, another spell was cast, silencing her.

Transfiguration spell!

What Filch hated most was the warped and deformed tiles on the corridor - he would rather clean an entire bathroom that had been polluted by the Weasley brothers' stinking feces and fireworks than face a corridor that had been changed by a Transfiguration spell, even if it was just a first-year level Transfiguration spell to change the corridor's color or something.

He's a Squib and doesn't know any magic.

Four hands reached out, grabbed Umbridge's limbs, and hung her from the ceiling.

In the classroom.

A Hufflepuff looked at Harry in surprise: "Potter, she is a professor..."

"She's not." Harry shook his head and responded, "Which Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would let us put away our wands?"

"Find out what class this is."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Do you have to recite long passages of the text to a dark wizard in the future?"

Hermione spoke up and helped add, "And we are already in the fifth year this year. The OWLS exam will be at the end of this semester. Although we have been lucky in the past few years, with Professor Lupin, then Professor Moody, and Professor Black in the third year, if a professor who only asks you to read books suddenly comes in the last six months, can we still get good grades in the OWLS exam?"

Ron joked: "The only option is to be an owl."

No one laughed with him.

He was the only one who smiled awkwardly and lowered his head.

The little badger opened his mouth but said nothing.

"But now Professor Black..." another Hufflepuff spoke. He had read the newspaper this morning and saw another announcement from the Ministry of Magic saying that they were investigating all those suspected of being Death Eaters, including Sirius Black.

Harry waved his hand: "Don't worry."

"Ron, you go ahead."

Ron was stunned by the sudden naming, and was a little slow to react. He looked at Harry blankly with confused eyes, raised his hand hesitantly, and pointed at himself: "Me?"

Harry nodded: "You are the prefect of Gryffindor."

"But..." Ron stood up and stammered, his eyes darting between Harry and Hermione.

Both of them are better than me.

Harry didn't say much.

In the dueling class, Hermione won more than she lost when fighting against herself.

"You've seen Sirius's lesson plan," Harry encouraged him. "Just follow that."

Ron nodded: "Oh, okay."

Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws looked at Ron with scrutiny - they didn't completely disbelieve him, but they were very skeptical. Ron's presence in Hogwarts had always been high, but his most prominent identity was that of Harry Potter's friend, so that his third-best grade seemed very mediocre.

At the beginning of fifth grade.

Many people have questioned why Ron was the prefect instead of Harry. Is it because the Weasley family has the custom of becoming prefects at Hogwarts?

He walked up to the podium, took a deep breath, and began to speak haltingly.

The podium was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

Being in the spotlight, being the one teaching others, this feeling seemed even more unfamiliar to Ron.

He had never had such an experience before, becoming the focus of everyone's attention. Although he used to sit at the long Gryffindor table and tell the little wizards about Harry's magical experiences, there would be so many people watching, but he knew at that time that the focus was not himself but Harry.

But at least, he was familiar with the knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he had indeed read Sirius's lesson plan, although only a small part of it.

From stumbling in the beginning to becoming proficient later.

Ron was not good at teaching. He was not as meticulous as Lupin, nor as enthusiastic as Sirius, but at least it was a normal class, much better than Quirrell and Lockhart.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The badgers clapped their hands, making a loud noise and making Ron blush.

They opened the door and walked out.

The huge pink toad hanging on the wall scared them, but they soon ignored it and left, talking and laughing.

Harry didn't remove the curse for her either.

Filch came over and looked at her worriedly, but... no matter how worried he was, he couldn't cast magic, so he could only go find other professors.

Dumbledore was not there.

Snape wasn't there either.

Professor Sprout used the excuse of putting students in detention and Professor Flitwick was not feeling well, so only Professor McGonagall agreed. However, she had to deal with the fights between students first. Slytherin was in chaos recently, with prefects fighting with students every day, and Snape didn't want to take care of his own house's affairs. All this burden would fall on herself, the vice-headmaster.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class ends at 4:30.

It was almost eight or nine in the evening when Professor McGonagall rushed over.

She waved her wand and the wall returned to its original position. With a bang, Umbridge fell down and landed on the ground, making her scream in pain.

"I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge. Something happened at Slytherin House, so I'm delayed until now." McGonagall looked at her calmly and apologized sincerely.

Umbridge grinned: "Two hundred points from Gryffindor!"

"Potter is going too far. How dare he..."

McGonagall nodded. "Potter has indeed gone too far, but he has always had the guts to do so. As far as I know, all the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors before you have been beaten by Mr. Potter."

Umbridge was startled.

"This is almost becoming a tradition in the school," said Professor McGonagall calmly. "From the first year to the fifth year, even Snape, who was a substitute teacher temporarily, did not escape it."

Umbridge took a deep breath and said, "How can Hogwarts still tolerate such students!"

"He must be severely punished, Professor McGonagall..."

"Of course, I have been doing that," McGonagall interrupted her. "Mr. Potter has been in detention with me."

"It seems that there is something wrong with your educational results. He is still like this in the fifth grade." Umbridge's voice became sweet again, "I think you should hand him over to me and let me educate him well..."

McGonagall said expressionlessly: "Of course, you have the right. You are the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor appointed by the Ministry of Magic. You are qualified to detain any student."

"Whoever that person is."

"However, dear Professor Umbridge, if you want to give someone detention, don't tell me, but tell the student who is to be detained, unless you want to give me detention."

"I must warn you."

"In Hogwarts, professors don't have the power to give professors detention."

Umbridge could hardly breathe.

Want me to tell Harry Potter that I'm going to put him in detention?

With that lawless personality, I was afraid that if I just said a word to him, I would be hung up like today.

She stared at Mag.

Why am I telling you this? Don’t you really understand?

McGonagall said slowly, "I'll leave first. I still have some work to do." She walked hurriedly, not giving Umbridge any chance to keep her.

Gryffindor Tower.

The snow stopped today, but the wind is still cold.

Many couples who wanted to date tried it, then gave up immediately and retreated to the common room or went to look for some abandoned classroom in the castle.

Someone who shouldn't be here is here.

Cedric, an outstanding seventh-year Hufflepuff student.

"Harry." He was standing at the door of the Gryffindor common room, and greeted Harry cheerfully when he saw him come out.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked him.

Cedric smiled and said, "Thank you. We have all taken Professor Umbridge's class. It is so boring. I have to say that it is really useless. Fortunately, you are here to give the fifth-year students a good class."

"Then you have to thank Ron." Harry shook his head.

Cedric nodded, "Of course, I will thank Weasley separately later, but now I want to ask your opinion on something."

Harry looked at him calmly.

"I don't really like to speak ill of professors behind their backs." Cedric said worriedly, "But Professor Umbridge cares too much about the rules of the Ministry of Magic and neglects our studies. This is not good. The previous professors taught us something, but she has nothing."

"We will take the Newts exam this year."

"But if this continues, I'm afraid we'll all become salamanders."

"So Harry, I know you're very capable and good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, could you please give us some extra lessons? Hufflepuff, and...Ravenclaw."

At this point, he looked at Harry a little nervously.

Harry curled his lips: "Your style of telling jokes is exactly the same as Ron's. I think you two will have a lot to talk about."

"As for tutoring, that's certainly no problem."