Chapter 442
The unexpected incident made the whole classroom quiet for a few seconds.
Umbridge looked peaceful, with a faint smile on her lips, motionless, and even her breathing was barely detectable.
Everyone stared at the podium in a daze, secretly sighing that the new professor was in good health and fell asleep as soon as she lay down. Many young people didn't sleep as well as she did.
"Absolutely safe?"
Someone muttered, and the class suddenly became a sea of joy, and everyone laughed out loud.
This was the first time they had met such an unlucky Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Even Lockhart was knocked unconscious by a magical creature, and he managed to hold on for a long time.
Some students curiously leaned over and looked up at the ceiling, where a big hole appeared.
It should be because the house had been in disrepair for a long time, the wall was loose, and a brick fell naturally.
But who made Umbridge stand so straight, right under the brick.
After laughing, everyone rushed to send people to the school infirmary.
As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, no one dared to stay there. Who knows if there will be more bricks falling.
Madam Pomfrey took a quick look and didn't even bother to use medicine. She directly told the students to throw Umbridge on the bed.
She was just knocked unconscious. She just needs to sleep more.
The budget of the infirmary has been cut a lot this year. How can we waste precious potions on her?
Seeing that Madam Pomfrey said so, everyone happily went about their own business, only Hermione was thoughtful.
She felt... this matter was related to Wayne.
"I am really wronged."
Holding Hermione in his arms, Wayne had a panel that no one else could see.
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"Well, it does have a little relationship with me."
Looking at the little witch's unbelievable look, Wayne could only change his words.
Hermione snorted and silently withdrew her hand from the boy's waist: "I knew that the castle was reinforced with magic, how could a big rock suddenly fall down and hit Umbridge."
She was a person who had read the full text of "Hogwarts: A History" three times and knew the magic of this castle.
Wayne pinched her little nose unhappily: "I just said it has a little relationship with me, it doesn't mean I admit that I got that rock down."
"Then what did you do." Hermione asked curiously.
Wayne made a gesture that would make Korean men blush.
"I cast a small curse on Umbridge. After the curse takes effect, she will be unlucky for a period of time."
Hermione's face became strange: "Where did you learn such evil magic?"
The sound of breaking air came from the study next door. "The Most Poisonous Magic" flew into the room and landed in Wayne's hand."In this book, the curse I just mentioned is probably the lightest one."
"If you are interested, go back and study it."
Originally, Hermione wanted to refuse. She had no interest in dark magic, but she thought that knowing yourself and the enemy would ensure victory in every battle, so she took it.
Even if she didn't learn it, she had to understand it to avoid being caught off guard by the enemy in the future.
Soon, the news of Umbridge's injury swept through all grades like a tornado.
This was the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of this semester, and she was admitted to the school infirmary before even finishing a class.
Instantly, people were disappointed with this new professor with countless titles.
Senior Deputy Minister, Director of Education... It seems that there is nothing special about him, just like those useless professors before.
"He won't be a liar like Lockhart." A student questioned.
"Impossible." A girl immediately retorted: "Even if Lockhart is a liar, he is at least a handsome liar with good taste in clothes. Look at her again? Eh~"
Before the girl finished speaking, she showed a look of disgust.
The hottest topic among girls now is the criticism of Umbridge's dress, which is simply eye-catching.
In the auditorium, while having dinner, everyone also learned the details from the students who attended class today.
Knocked unconscious by a stone falling from the sky...
Countless people looked strange.
You say Umbridge is unlucky, she is indeed unlucky.
The castle has never seen a similar situation, let alone hitting someone. Umbridge can be said to be the first person in hundreds of years.
But she is quite lucky.
Such a high distance, such a big stone, just a concussion, rest for a few days will be fine.
It made everyone wonder what to say.
However, another piece of news from the fifth-year students was also worth their attention.
Not only were they not allowed to use wands in class, they were not even taught new spells. They were only asked to recite the safety regulations.
It seems that there will be no useful knowledge in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester.
Many old students had bad thoughts in their hearts. After two years of good life, they almost forgot that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cursed.
Hufflepuff Common Room.
Wayne was tasting Hannah's new dish - bacon-wrapped olives.
"How is it?" Hannah carefully observed Wayne's expression and asked nervously.
"It tastes OK, but the olives are too sour, covering up the taste of the bacon."
"The olives in the kitchen are all pickled, so the sour taste is inevitable."
Hannah frowned: "Fresh olives taste a bit bitter, it seems that I didn't choose the right ingredients."
"Then I recommend one."
Wayne said seriously: "Do you know see you tomborrow?"
"What is that?" Hannah saidAlthough she had never heard of it, her eyes were full of confusion.
"A kind of mushroom, go ask the kitchen, if there is none, I will have someone send it to you."
"Okay."
Hannah left excitedly, and Wayne was about to go back to the dormitory when the portrait in the lounge suddenly screamed, and a noble lady was almost squeezed out of the frame.
"Lawrence! Lawrence!" Sir Cadogan shouted: "The gargoyle told me to tell you that Dumbledore is not in the principal's office now, you hurry over!"
Swish!
People who were reading, playing games, and chatting in the lounge all stopped.
After a short silence, they all looked at Wayne.
Wayne's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.
Why did the gargoyle find this guy as a messenger?
Cedric looked strange and patted Wayne on the shoulder: "Young man, don't go down the road of crime..."
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I just went to get two books." (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
Wayne quickly found an excuse for himself, thanked Sir Cadogan, and hurried out of the lounge.
Dumbledore didn't know that the gargoyles had sold him out as soon as he came out.
Umbridge was at least a work-related injury, and as the headmaster, he should come to comfort her.
Arriving at the school infirmary, Dumbledore greeted Madam Pomfrey and went in. After all, it was just the beginning of the school year, and there was only Umbridge in the ward, with bandages wrapped around her head.
"Professor Umbridge, are you okay?"
Dumbledore showed a concerned look and sat in front of Umbridge's bed.
"Thank you for your concern, Principal...hiss..." Umbridge showed her signature fake smile, but it hurt her wound and she gasped.
"I'm sorry this happened. I've arranged for Professor Flitwick to repair the classroom."
Dumbledore didn't show a gloating expression, but apologized sincerely first, and then whispered: "I just asked Madam Pomfrey, you still need to rest for a few days, as for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it will be taught by other professors."
"Is this really an accident?" Umbridge stared at Dumbledore's eyes, the old man's light blue eyes were bright, without a trace of ripples.
Umbridge said sharply, "No other professor has encountered this situation, but I have, and it happened to hit my head. Is this really an accident?"
She suspected that this was Dumbledore's hand and feet, and wanted to give her a warning.
But there was no evidence at all, so she could only trick him. []
"Do you suspect someone has tampered with it?" Dumbledore said in surprise: "Professor Umbridge, I believe this is definitely an accident."
"You know, the castle has a history of thousands of years. Even the most powerful magic will gradually lose its magic. The school invests a lot of money in maintenance every year."
He showed a trace of embarrassment on his face:"But this year, the Education Department did not seem to consider the expenses in this regard and cut the donations in half, so such an unfortunate thing happened. I am also very sorry."
Umbridge looked at him in a daze, looking at him in disbelief.
The Education Department cut the funds because of her, so in the end... I screwed me?
Dumbledore seemed not to notice her change and continued to talk to himself: "Speaking of which, should I report to the Ministry of Magic and apply for funds again?"
"Professor Umbridge, you don't want to have stones thrown at your head in class in the future, do you?"
"Are you threatening me?" Umbridge was broken.
"How can this be a threat?" Dumbledore shook his head a little aggrieved: "I am considering the safety of professors and students."
"If the application is really not approved, I have considered letting students take classes outdoors."
"You shouldn't let this happen, as the director of the Education Department, I believe you will definitely seek benefits for students, right?"
Umbridge was about to say something when she felt a sharp pain in her head.
She was a little scared.
If it was really a problem with the castle itself, she would be hit the second time and the third time if she was hit the first time.
This time she was lucky, a slightly flat stone fell, if next time a sharp one...
Umbridge swallowed her saliva and stammered: "I, I will apply to the Ministry."
"Then it all depends on Professor Umbridge."
Dumbledore smiled: "It's better to apply for more. This time, thanks to you, I can see the hidden dangers in the castle."
"Your contribution to the school, the students and I will be grateful."
After speaking, the old man stood up, nodded and turned away.
The moment he turned around, his smile became more playful.
The smell of the curse...
Although it is not strong, it does exist.
In theory, the professors were ambushed, and he, as the headmaster, should help and solve the problem.
But this old man was not strong enough. Although he could see the existence of the curse, he had no way to solve it. He could only let Professor Umbridge suffer for a while.
This mild curse would not be fatal, and it would only make him feel uncomfortable for a few days at most.
"Ouch~!"
After a crisp sound, there was a cry of pain.
Dumbledore, who had not yet left the house, turned back and saw Umbridge fall to the ground, spilling water all over the ground.
It was probably because she fell without paying attention when she was taking the water.
He pretended not to hear or see it, and his steps were fast. He didn't look like a centenarian at all, and quickly fled the school infirmary.
"Toffee fingers."
When he arrived at the eighth floor, Dumbledore read out the password. The gargoyles hesitated for a moment, but still made way with his sister and shouted at the same time:
"Dumbledore, why are you so stupid?You are back so soon!"
"I just visited our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It won't take too long."
Old Dumbledore, who was about to receive a sum of money, walked up the automatic elevator happily, and the oak door of the office opened automatically.
Old Dumbledore was stunned.
A person just walked out of the room.
Wayne held a few books in his left hand and the Sorting Hat in his right hand.
The two looked at each other, speechless.
Finally, it was Dumbledore who broke the tacit understanding and asked tentatively:
"Mr. Lawrence, are you here to buy knives?"