The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"How's it going, Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly, "What did Professor McGonagall say?"

"Professor McGonagall said she couldn't make Umbridge change her mind." Harry ate the food in front of him calmly, not caring about it at all.

"What should we do?" Ron asked uneasily.

"What can we do? Go to Umbridge's place to be detained, of course."

Harry turned his head to look at the people whispering around him, and immersed himself in eating again. He never thought that other people's malicious intentions were so obvious.

Those who were whispering to each other, those who were looking at him strangely, didn't care whether Harry heard what they were saying.

On the contrary, they seemed to want Harry to get angry because of this, and wanted to see him behave ugly when he was angry.

"Umbridge's plan was quite successful!"

Harry poured a tranquilizer from the medicine bottle and threw it into his mouth, and said without saltiness: "She just wants me to admit that Voldemort has not come back, so that the Ministry of Magic can publicize it, even if I If you don't tell the truth, you will be isolated by the whole school."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and they could see the worry in each other's eyes.

"People are afraid of facing the harsh truth." Harry laughed at himself. "Wizards who think I lie can line up from the entrance hall to the other end of the hall."

"Harry, what did you eat just now?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"You mean this?"

Harry expressionlessly took out a medicine bottle from his robe pocket and introduced it to Hermione and Ron: "Tranquilizer, Sirius gave it to me before I came to Hogwarts. The dose is very small, but it can keep me calm." Stay calm for a short period of time."

"Have you been eating this?" Hermione became increasingly uneasy.

"Yes, since the last trial, I have found that it is important to stay calm." Harry stuffed the pill bottle back into his pocket and said calmly, "Anderson is right, mindless rage cannot solve the problem, so sometimes I control If you can’t control your emotions, you’ll take one pill to calm yourself down.”

"Really effective?" Ron was a little skeptical about this.

"Of course it works." Harry knew what they were worried about and continued, "Umbridge is not a peaceful guy. She will also try to change Hogwarts, which will definitely cause anger and resentment. What's more, Umbridge Mric's teaching level is really poor, and this is a cruel fact that cannot be changed no matter what."

Ignoring the gossip around him, Harry finished the last piece of food on his plate, took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, looking as if he was very calm.

"What about the Quidditch selection?" Ron suddenly asked.

"It's probably not possible. Umbridge probably won't let me play Quidditch comfortably." Harry said to Ron: "You ask Angelina to find a substitute, maybe I won't be able to play by then. Forget it, I'll go find her myself, I remember Albert is a pretty good seeker himself."

Harry had no intention of telling Ron and Hermione about the conversation with Albert in Professor McGonagall's office, not to mention that this was not a good place for whispering.

He knew very well that the plan sounded very reliable and seemed very likely to be implemented, but it was really hard to say whether it would be useful.

Overall, it still depends on luck and when Umbridge buys him a drink.

After dinner, Harry found Angelina at the Gryffindor table and told her about his situation.

"So, you got yourself into solitary confinement," Angelina yelled at Harry.

"Umbridge specifically targeted me on her first day at Hogwarts, and there was nothing I could do about it." Harry's tone was calm, "I suggest you find Anderson as a substitute, or let him replace me in finding the ball. Hand position.”

Angelina was stunned by Harry's words. She remembered what Albert said at the school party, but she didn't expect that it would come true so quickly.

"He said he wasn't available." Angelina left angrily. She quickly found Albert who was reading in the library and told him about Harry.

"Actually, the possibility of you winning the championship this year is extremely low." After listening to Angelina's words, Albert reminded him kindly: "Umbridge will inevitably favor Slytherin. She always needs to win over an academy. At that time, she only needs to find an excuse to get Potter banned. If you don't have a suitable Seeker, you can try Ginny Weasley first, her skills are not bad."

"Suspended?" Angelina repeated in disbelief.

"Are you surprised?" Albert put down the book and looked at Angelina, who was unable to sit in the chair. "Potter even went to a formal court during the summer vacation and was almost deprived of the qualification to become a wizard by the Ministry of Magic."

"Is it because of the mysterious man?" Angelina asked with wide eyes.

"He is the savior, Dumbledore's favorite disciple." Albert nodded and said, "And the Ministry of Magic has been cracking down on Dumbledore recently, and Potter is just incidental."

After Angelina walks away with a depressed look on her face, Fred, George and Lee Jordan appear out of nowhere.

"What does she want from you?" Fred asked curiously.

"Talk about Potter being in detention."

"Harry is really working hard." George said with emotion.

"After all, he is the savior. It's normal to have to work hard." Albert said calmly, "I think he probably had a premonition himself."

Harry has indeed grown a lot, especially Harry who has calmed down and his combat power has soared.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is indeed terrible." Lee Jordan brought the topic back to the topic. "We have already spread the news. I think most people know what this class is like."

"Do you think everyone will boycott Umbridge?" George felt that the probability of such a thing was low.

"It depends on the situation, it's usually difficult, but..." Albert said meaningfully, "There are always special circumstances."

"What special situation?"

…

"good morning students!"

Umbridge said with a huge smirk on her face as the class walked into the classroom on Wednesday morning.

However, no one responded.

There was an eerie silence in the classroom.

"That's not okay," said Professor Umbridge. "I want you to answer like this: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good morning, students!"

There was still silence in the classroom. Everyone was looking at the words on the blackboard and began to whisper among themselves.

"It turns out it's true."

"She really doesn't know how to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

"Then what should we do?"

"I wonder if Anderson will give us more extra lessons!"

"I heard that he is busy this year and won't give any extra lessons."

"What should I do..."

There were a lot of whispers in the classroom, no one really gave Umbridge face, not to mention the male and female student union presidents directly ignored Umbridge's words.

There was no way, no matter who they were, they all heard that Umbridge's teaching was as boring as Professor Binns, and he didn't teach everyone useful knowledge.

Theory is of no use, and... I don’t want to test this thing.

Gu Mong didn’t want them to get good grades in...!

What's the Ministry of Magic's intentions?

The smile on Umbridge's face gradually stiffened. She didn't expect that the seventh grade student would not give her any face. She looked at the Head Boy and Student Council, cleared her throat, and said, "Mr. Anderson? Miss McDougal."

"Professor Umbridge," Albert said slowly, "You also know that we are about to face pressure this year. We all just want to get excellent results in the next... so that we can succeed in the future. After graduation next year, I can get a good job. Can you list the Defense Against the Dark Arts spells that we need to master this year, as well as the key points that may be covered in the exam, so that we can prepare for it after class? "

As soon as Albert finished speaking, there was a burst of applause in the classroom.

Umbridge's face turned even darker. She took a deep breath and said, "Oh, of course, allowing students to pass exams is the purpose of the school. The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you more effectively. In view of the fact that you have There is no qualified teacher at all..."

"Professor, we have finished learning the theoretical knowledge." Diggory interrupted.

"Professor, what we need is for everyone to get high scores in the exam." Katrina reminded rudely.

"Professor, what we need is not this garbage."

"Professor, is the Ministry of Magic planning to make us... all fail?"

"Professor, if you can't do it, ask an assistant to teach!"

"professor……"

"professor……"

"professor……"

There are a lot of students in the Defense Against Dark Arts class this time, and it’s really all thanks to Albert. After Lupine and Barty Jr.’s class, everyone now attaches great importance to...’s results, not to mention there is someone outside. Rumors about Voldemort.

Whether it's true or not, it's more important to learn some useful defense against the dark arts.

As for what theory to learn, I really don’t mean to fool others like that.

Of course, if no one takes the lead, connects, and sows dissension, no one in the class will dare to confront Umbridge head-on.

But, now their student council president is taking the lead.

Well, it doesn't count, but Albert is obviously dissatisfied with Umbridge's rubbish courses.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity. No one wants to endure such a course, especially the most important one in life. Even Slytherin students, no one wants to get a pass or worse in Defense Against the Dark Arts. results.

Therefore, they must not let Umbridge mess around in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If not, let Umbridge go away and let Albert teach them.

Albert was unavailable the rest of the time, but he was definitely available during class time.

That's a duel champion.

A tough guy who doesn't even blink like a black wizard.

No one can doubt Albert's teaching quality.

"Ahem, of course we believe you are a very good teacher," Albert coughed lightly, signaling for everyone to quiet down.

"In view of the actual situation of this course, everyone has to prepare in advance." He did not intend to continue to push Umbridge, and was prepared to accept it when it was good to avoid a bad ending, so he changed the subject.

"We are just worried that Headmaster Dumbledore has not told you the truth about this subject."

Someone in the classroom said this, causing snickers and whispers.

"The reality of this course?"

Umbridge noticed that everyone was looking at her strangely.

"Professor, you really don't know?" Li Jordan looked shocked.

"This position is said to have been cursed by a mysterious man." Fred's voice was shaking a little, and he didn't know whether it was because he was frightened or he was trying to hold back laughter.

"No professor can teach safely for a year. From the time we entered the first grade until now, two professors have died. One is missing and suspected to be dead. One almost had his soul sucked away by a dementor. One was seriously injured and it will take forever. Staying at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, the best result was the first-year Professor Bard. He knew about the curse and ran away early in the middle of teaching."

Everyone looked at Umbridge with pity, as if her fate was already determined.

Umbridge's face turned livid.

"I bet Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell her the truth about the subject."

"Maybe she didn't take the curse seriously at all and thought it was a lie."

"I remember that Lockhart didn't believe this either. The result... it was really tragic!"

"It's really miserable. I heard it won't get better."

Umbridge naturally knew about the curse. After all, she also attended Hogwarts, so she naturally knew something about the curse. She didn't take it seriously at all, but... the curse seemed to be real?

Umbridge's face looked ugly, and she felt that she needed to investigate this matter.

However, she never expected that the president of the male and female student unions would directly lead people to attack her in the first class.

Of course, although the actual situation may not be that, Umbridge still firmly believes that this matter has something to do with them.

What makes her most uncomfortable is that Albert Anderson is very difficult to mess with!

Yes, very difficult to mess with.

Because he didn't actually do anything, he just raised an issue that everyone was concerned about, and it was her personal fault that it became like this.

Everyone would only think that there was something wrong with Umbridge's teaching, which caused dissatisfaction among the students.

Umbridge did not dare to have a direct conflict with the students. She arranged the self-study from which page in the textbook to which page, and asked Albert to help watch the class, and then went out immediately, so as not to stay and make the problem worse. Seriously, she won't even have a chance to step down by then. Even if she wants to rectify it, it won't happen now.

Everyone stared at Umbridge's leaving figure, and all of them immediately turned their attention to Anderson, who was sitting on the teacher's bench.

"How about you go to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and give us a lecture!" Someone suggested

"Forget it, I don't want to test the power of the curse myself," Albert had no intention of teaching others.

"What about our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?"

"I can provide you... with the exam key points and give you some reference." Albert took out his wand, tapped the blackboard behind him, and said to the students below, "If you want to copy the key points, copy them slowly. Sleep when you want and don’t disturb other people by talking loudly.”

Everyone looked at each other and took out their parchments and quills one after another. The classroom suddenly fell into a strange silence, leaving only the sound of quills writing on the parchment. Everyone was copying the key points. They all had a premonition that it would be difficult for them to make mistakes. Really useful knowledge learned in Mrich's class.

Otherwise, let that guy get lost.

In the past, perhaps no students would have such thoughts, but it is different now because they have Albert.

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