Chapter 441
Things like copying photos naturally cannot be done in front of Dumbledore, so Wayne can only do it secretly when no one is around.
However, Grindelwald only gave him one week, so he had to hurry up.
Wayne did not go back to the hall to eat, and went directly to the tower of the divination classroom to wait for class.
After a while, Harry also came.
Harry was very happy to see Wayne, and the two sat at the door of the classroom and chatted.
Just when there was no one else, Harry also expressed his distress, "Wayne, why do people prefer to believe that Dumbledore is old and confused, rather than believe that Voldemort has returned."
"Just now Seamus apologized to me, but he did not believe Dumbledore, but listened to you and thought I would not lie."
"Can the words of a student like me be more effective than those of Dumbledore?"
Looking at the time, there is still half an hour before class, and he is free anyway.
Wayne plans to have a good talk with him.
"Harry, think about it from your perspective. If your cousin Dudley told you that Old Si is resurrected and is preparing to return with D'Arcy, how would you feel?"
Harry thought about it carefully: "Impossible, he must be sensationalizing."
Wayne continued to persuade: "Well, think about it carefully. If the person who said this was Uncle Huck, oh, the current Prime Minister, and he broadcast it live to the world through the BBC, would you believe it?"
This time, Harry hesitated: "I still don't believe it, because it's too ridiculous. That person has been dead for more than 50 years, and Muggles can't do magic."
"What if I told you this?" Wayne asked again.
This time, Harry has begun to doubt himself: "Is he really resurrected?"
Snap!
Wayne clapped his hands, "Look, your performance just now is the state of ordinary wizards now."
"Muggles don't know resurrection magic, but before seeing Voldemort resurrected, did you know that there was such magic in the world?"
Harry shook his head, he was dumbfounded at the time.
"Uncle Huck is the equivalent of Fudge, and the BBC is the Daily Prophet. They just promote a conclusion that is in line with public perception, but it is wrong, so most ordinary people will 963 believe it."
"Because people generally believe in the official, especially the Ministry of Magic, which had a good credibility before and had not had any major troubles."
Harry understood this time: "So compared to Fudge, Dumbledore and I are like clowns."
"No, only you are." Under Harry's constipated expression, Wayne poked his lungs:
"Dumbledore said that if Voldemort is resurrected, many people will believe it without hesitation and unite around him to form the Order of the Phoenix. What do you think... Ron and Neville will believe it, and even Seamus can't handle it."
Harry lowered his head depressedly, he knew Wayne was right.
"What should I do, but this is the fact."
"ThingsThere is really no need to talk about it every day. " Wayne waved his hand.
"You have two choices now."
"Which two?" Harry touched his pocket and took out a notebook, more serious than he was in class.
Wayne held up a finger: "First, kneel down and beg others to believe you, maybe a few soft-hearted people will believe you."
Harry was full of black lines.
What a bad idea.
He took out two Galleons and handed them over.
Wayne put them away calmly and held up another finger: "Second, just become strong enough, and naturally more and more people will pay attention to what you say."
Harry lowered his head to think, and after a while he retorted: "I don't think it's right. Isn't Dumbledore strong? Then why do many people still not believe him."
"Because his magic will not fall on those people. ”
Wayne said calmly: "Everyone says Dumbledore is strong, but how many people have actually seen him in action?"
"It is precisely because people think Dumbledore is too law-abiding and reassuring, but this also makes people lose their awe."
"What is the use of a strong man who is not feared, no matter how strong he is? "
Harry's worldview was greatly impacted.
According to Wayne's thoughts, he rethought it.
Is Dumbledore strong?
He must be very strong.
But are many people afraid of him?
Not necessarily.
Every semester, parents of students send shouting letters and complaint letters to denounce Dumbledore, and Umbridge dares to interrupt his speech.
During the trial, if there was no conclusive evidence, he would not be as safe as he is now.
Fudge also ignored Dumbledore's power, just as Wayne said, because they knew that Dumbledore would not use magic against Pay them.
He found that Wayne's views were very similar to Mr. Guy's, and he was good at using his strength to achieve a certain goal, rather than just obtaining it through rules.
People knew this, so they were terrified when facing Wayne.
Why were the Slytherin students afraid of Wayne?
Because he would hit you if he said so, without any hesitation, and anyone who dared to provoke him would be hung on the wall.
Why did they dare to criticize Dumbledore casually?
Because everyone knew that Dumbledore would not get angry because of these trivial matters.
"Let me go back and think about it carefully." Harry rubbed his eyebrows.
These knowledge points were a bit beyond the scope for him, and he couldn't understand them for a while.
Putting away the notebook, Harry asked again expectantly: "Will Mr. Guy come to school this semester?"
"Not for the time being." Wayne shook his head: "He has more important things to do. "
Making Horcruxes is a very dangerous thing. Not everyone wants to be as crazy as Voldemort, splitting souls is as easy as breaking cookies.
"Oh, so that's it." Harry was a little disappointed.
There were footsteps downstairs, and some students were coming to class.
Harry and Wayne also stood up, pushed open the door and walked in.
Trelawney had developed a habit of predicting Harry's death every few classes.
Harry, who was thinking about what Wayne had just said, was predicted to fall off his broom and die, which attracted Lavender Brown's sympathetic eyes.
But Harry didn't care, just waited until the end of get out of class and rushed out of the classroom first.
Wayne packed his things slowly and prepared to read in his suitcase.
He didn't have any classes today, but Gryffindor and Ravenclaw still had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Wayne was looking forward to how many points Umbridge would get him in this class.
Entering the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the students found that Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, still wearing the pink sweater she wore yesterday, with a black velvet bow on her head.
It felt like a big fly landed on a bigger toad.
The little wizards were silent. They didn't know Umbridge's personality yet, nor did they know whether she was strict with classroom discipline.
Hermione chose a seat in the front row and sat down. There was no deskmate next to her. Few students liked to sit in the first row during class, but the little witch didn't care. She took out her wand, textbook, and quill.
"Good afternoon, classmates." Umbridge said after all the students sat down.
Several people answered perfunctorily. (To read the novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
"That won't work. I hope you can answer "Good afternoon (bhce), Professor Umbridge, please say it again."
This time the voice was much louder, and everyone spoke up.
"That's right." Umbridge said in a coquettish voice, "Please put away your wand. We don't need it in our class."
Many people exchanged depressed glances, and they all thought of Quirrell.
Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and knocked it hard on the blackboard, and two lines of words immediately appeared on the blackboard.
[Defense Against the Dark Arts - Return to Basic Principles. ]
Hermione's eyes stayed on Umbridge's wand, and she remembered a piece of knowledge that Wayne had once told her.
It is not an empty statement that the wand chooses wizards. The core, wood, and even the length of the wand will inadvertently reveal a certain character of the wizard.
The longer the wand, the more rough the owner's style, the more open and open he is, and he likes powerful spells.
The shorter the wand, the more he prefers those wizards who cast spells elegantly and love exquisiteness.
The length and shortness here refer to wands within a reasonable range, that is, between nine and fourteen inches.
A wand shorter than this is not considered a normal wand, which means that the wizard has obvious defects in his character.
Like Umbridge's wand, which is less than eight inches long.
This is no longer a defective person, but a defectIt's really amazing.
While Hermione was still in a daze, Umbridge knocked on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words just now disappeared, replaced by the course objectives.
[1. Understand the basic principles of Defense Against the Dark Arts
2. Learn to identify places that can be used legally
3. Evaluate Magic Defense in the context of actual application. ]
The only sound in the classroom was the sound of taking notes. After two or three minutes, Umbridge asked the students to open "Magical Defense Theory" and start reading aloud.
The content was very boring, just as boring as listening to Professor Binns' lectures.
Harry stared at the line of words six or seven times, looked up to see what Umbridge was doing, and was suddenly shocked.
Hermione didn't open the book, but raised one hand high, looking at Umbridge without blinking.
Umbridge also looked in the opposite direction with a firm gaze.
After a while, more and more people noticed this scene, put down their boring textbooks, and looked at them with interest.
Umbridge knew that she could no longer turn a blind eye.
"Dear, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" She asked with a fake smile.
"First of all, please don't use such a close name, and secondly, my question is not about this chapter."
"Oh, we are reading now." Umbridge smiled, "If you have other questions, you can talk after class."
"This is the content of the class, and it should be solved in class."
Hermione was very tough and looked at the blackboard: "I have questions about your course objectives. There is no word on it about using defensive spells."
After a brief silence, many students turned their heads to look at the objectives on the blackboard and nodded involuntarily.
That's true.
"Use defensive spells?" Umbridge chuckled: "Miss Granger, I can't imagine that you will need to use defensive spells in my class. You don't think you will be attacked during class, do you?"
Hermione looked at her like an idiot: "We learn spells just to use them in class?"
"Professor Umbridge, if you can sign a guarantee that you will bear the consequences of all dangers encountered by students in the future, then I will guarantee my firm support for your class goals."
"She is a professor, not a bodyguard." Dean Thomas muttered softly, and was heard by the people around him, showing expressions that wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.
Umbridge's smile gradually disappeared: "Granger, are you an education expert specially trained by the Ministry of Magic?"
"No, then are you?" Hermione asked back.
Umbridge said in that sweet fake voice, "Oh, dear, I seem to have introduced myself yesterday. I am the director of the Education Department, a professional person who can't be more professional."
"A new department that has been established for less than a month?" Hermione sneered.
"This is not something you, a student, should consider." Umbridge began to be impatient"Our latest plan was developed by wizards who are much smarter than you. You will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free way-"
"What's the use!" Harry asked loudly: "Will the Death Eaters attack us in a professional and safe way?"
"Raise your hand, Mr. Pott."
Harry raised his hand quickly, but Umbridge was no longer looking at him, but called Dean Thomas up.
"Sir, do you have any questions?"[]
"As Potter said, there is no way we can be attacked without risk." Dean said.
"I'll say it again." Umbridge said with a smile that made people want to punch her: "In my class, it's very safe, and Hogwarts is also safe-"
Bang!
There was a crisp sound from the ceiling, and the next second, a brick fell down and hit Umbridge on the head.
The smile on her face hadn’t disappeared yet, and she fell straight down.
Classmates:........
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