Chapter 349 Umbridge (Part 2)

Umbridge's words have been very clear. Her main teaching purpose this year is to help these students improve their theoretical knowledge so that they can pass the upcoming OWL exam.

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

With this political achievement as a foundation, she will be very smooth whether she is preparing to move up a level in her career or switch to a full-time professor.

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

Many people also understand this truth, so they are not actually disgusted with Umbridge's teaching method.

But there are more people who don't think so.

In fact, boys and girls like Mike's age, they 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 tension.

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

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

They hate this boring pure theoretical teaching method!

What they long for is Lupin's interesting teaching!

Mike observed this sharply, and he poked Franklin next to him with his elbow. The latter understood and quickly said:

"Professor, I don't quite understand what you said. Are you saying... As long as we have mastered the theoretical knowledge, we can release the defense technique?"

"If you want to speak in my class, you must raise your hand!"

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 stare him to death.

Franklin felt a little scared by his stare, and he instinctively raised his hand.

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

After Mike finished speaking, he unbuttoned his collar, and saw three badges hanging on his shirt, namely the Ravenclaw prefect badge, the Hogwarts duel champion commemorative badge and the Triwizard Cup champion commemorative badge. (The commemorative badge does not have any magical properties, only collection properties.)

"I don't think there is anything wrong with my teaching. You know, this is a course plan carefully formulated by educational 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 students around him, "Oh my God, we are a group of wizards studying magic in a magic school, but our professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is not going to teach us defense. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"

Many people in the classroom showed their approval. As Mike said, many of them thought that they came to Hogwarts to learn spells, but now the professor is unwilling to let them learn defense. How can they accept this?

"Enough! I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore!" Umbridge said, "Class is about to start now!"

As soon as Umbridge finished speaking, many hands appeared in the classroom. Obviously, Mike's speech just now has 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 discuss this topic. She completely ignored the raised hands, turned back and flipped 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 for Beginners."

Those hands were raised for a long time, and seeing that Umbridge had no intention of paying 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 mixed with a lot of profound sentences and knowledge. Even a powerful wizard like Mike finds it a bit difficult to read, 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 maintaining his wand was much more interesting than reading the complicated and profound "Magical Defense Theory".

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

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

"I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge. But your class is so boring. If I don't find something to distract my attention, I'm afraid I will fall asleep." As

soon as these words came out, there was another burst of laughter in the classroom.

Everyone was looking at Mike excitedly. This was Mike Townley, who always dared to do what they didn't care to do.

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

"Mike, please watch your words and actions. It's class time now, and you have interrupted my class again and again. This is an extremely serious violation of discipline. I could have deducted your points or put you in detention, but given that..."

"Then go ahead," 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."

After these words came out, the classroom was silent, and everyone was looking at Umbridge with disbelief.

Since Dumbledore became the headmaster, there has been no corporal punishment by professors in Hogwarts for many years. Even Snape, who is usually the most unpopular, only punishes students by making them dissect some disgusting biological materials.

"Ding-ling-ling!"

A crisp alarm clock rang from a seat next to Mike. Franklin hurriedly took out an alarm clock from his bag, pressed the bell, and said embarrassedly:

"Sorry, professor. I didn't mean to, but it seems that the class is over. Are you..."

There was another commotion in the classroom. Many students had even started to pack their bags and were ready to rush out of the classroom at any time.

Umbridge on the podium took a deep breath.

It can be said that her class today was completely messed up by Mike, which made her very depressed.

Looking at the commotion of the students and Mike's mocking eyes, Umbridge tilted her head and sneered:

"Since you want to try it so much, then I will do as you wish. Detention! Please come to my office on time at 7 o'clock tonight!"

"Now, class is dismissed!"

Umbridge knocked heavily on the table, and then walked out of the classroom quickly, and as Umbridge left, the students in the classroom suddenly exploded.

They excitedly surrounded Mike tightly, asking one after another whether the corporal punishment Mike just mentioned was true.

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

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

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

"Yes, yes!" Another Hufflepuff girl forced her way through the crowd and came to Mike's side, "Don't let her take advantage of you!"

...

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

Originally, when Penelope was still in school, there were not many women around Mike, but now that Penelope has graduated, the girls around him have all of a sudden hidden away, and even his current bad reputation can't get rid of it.

Just when Mike felt helpless, Franklin came out to save him again.

He relied on his muscles trained by long-term Quidditch to squeeze through the crowd outside and came to Mike's side, and then pulled Mike out of the crowd without saying a word.

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

"Hiss! These women are really crazy, look how they pinched me!"

He even lifted up his clothes, but in Mike's view, Franklin's body was all black, and there was no so-called bruise at all.

"Oh! This is a really serious injury!"

Mike deliberately said in an exaggerated tone.

"You are still making fun of me! Watch me!"

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

But the fact that they were not worried did not mean that others were 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 who were disliked by Mike. These people may not be good at studying, but they are better at gossip than others.

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 are doing this to help Zhou Hong get revenge, I don't think it's a good idea." Hermione said excitedly with her hands on her hips, "It's never good to talk back to the teacher! 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's appearance at the moment was really too scary, so they couldn't say anything even though they had a lot of things to say.

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

Mike said calmly, and took out four bottles of Dolphin Magic Drink and handed them to several people.

This indifferent attitude made Hermione even more angry. She was so cute with her small mouth and head shaking.

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

Hermione's voice stopped abruptly, because she suddenly saw a large urban shadow pattern engraved on the bottle cap of Dolphin Magic Drink handed by Mike, and under this 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 such a huge monster like Los Santos Magic Group, even if Mike dropped out of school now and didn't dare to do anything for the rest of his life, he could still live a very luxurious life.

Hermione covered her chest, she felt her heart throbbing with pain. She studied so hard and even used the time converter, a prop that would reduce her life in disguise, just to get a good score in the OWL exam and the subsequent NEWT exam.

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

But Mike, he no longer needs to work hard, because his achievements are already 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 can't actually be blamed on me, it was Umbridge who went too far! To be honest, if it were you, I'm afraid you would do even more excessive 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.