Chapter 613: Stop Pretending, Let’s Show Our Cards

Umbridge's reaction was faster than Kyle had imagined.

Friday afternoon was the sixth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and before Sirius was taken away, he had originally planned to learn new spells.

But now the professor has changed.

When Kyle and Connor walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, still wearing that ugly, furry pink cardigan.

The whole class was silent, and Kyle didn't say anything either, just randomly found a seat in the back row and sat down.

However, even if he sat further back, he couldn't avoid being troubled by Umbridge.

First of all, there were some hard and fast rules.

She required everyone to add a sentence "Professor Umbridge" at the end when answering her questions.

For example, "Okay, Professor Umbridge" or, "No, Professor Umbridge".

Everyone did it, but Kyle ignored her as if he didn't hear it.

Umbridge noticed it, so as expected, she directly called out Kyle's name.

"Why don't you do what I ask you to do?" She said in a coquettish voice, "Do a few insignificant honors make you so arrogant that you can ignore the professor?"

"Sorry, Ms. Umbridge." Kyle said, "If the Order of Merlin, Second Class, is considered 'insignificant', I think you must have a lot, so how about showing it to others."

Umbridge's face darkened instantly... If she had the Order of Merlin, would Kyle have told her? She would have put it on her clothes long ago!

"No way, you don't have it, do you?" Kyle said in an exaggerated tone, "How can you be a professor without even this 'insignificant' honor, or did you give it to the headmaster, Segalon?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Kyle immediately became the focus of everyone.

Everyone felt incredible. In their impression, Kyle has always been a standard Hufflepuff.

Gentle personality, polite to others... Why did he suddenly change now? It was like a different person.

After all, even the most reckless Gryffindor would not say such words just now.

Umbridge was also trembling with anger.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" She screamed, "How dare you talk to me like that."

"Oh, well, you don't have Segallon." Kyle said casually, "Maybe you use Sickle, which will make the purse look fatter."

Umbridge's face turned green and red, and then she seemed to think of something.

"Well, I admit that you do have some honors that are worthy of praise."

Her voice changed to the previous tone again, fake and artificial.

"But this does not mean that you can lose the most basic courtesy.

"Dumbledore has never corrected you. He did a really bad job on this point. Of course, this is understandable.

"I think everyone here knows that he has become more and more irrational recently, always saying some ridiculous things, right."

No one answered.

But they also knew that Umbridge was talking about what was reported in the Daily Prophet... That is, what Dumbledore said about the resurrection of the mysterious man at the end of the last school year.

"I think you think so too." She looked at Kyle again, with a hint of ill will in her eyes, "Thinking that what Dumbledore said was ridiculous, he himself is getting more and more confused."

"Dumbledore is not confused." Someone couldn't help but say.

"In my class, students must raise their hands before speaking. You are..."

"Justin Finch-Fletchley."

Umbridge's eyes stayed on him for a moment, and then turned to Kyle again.

"So what do you think?"

"I think..." Kyle spread his hands, "He is at least much smarter than you."

"That means you think he is right?"

"Of course." Kyle said, "I believe Professor Dumbledore, and I believe he has seen Voldemort with his own eyes."

There was a gasp and a suppressed scream in the classroom...

"Twenty points deducted from Hufflepuff!"

Umbridge showed a look of success, and said triumphantly, "As a punishment for your nonsense, there is also detention, tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, in my office.

"Also, I have to remind you that if you spread such absurd remarks again, the Ministry of Magic will take back your medal on behalf of the Order of Merlin."

"Ah, I will remember it. "Kyle said.

Then, in everyone's incredible eyes, he pushed the door and left the classroom.

At this point, Umbridge on the podium laughed even more happily. She took out a piece of parchment from her handbag, wrote something on it, and sealed it with magic.

"Connor..." Mikel asked dazedly: "What happened to him? Could it be that someone drank the Polyjuice Potion and pretended to be him?"

"No." Connor shook her head. In fact, she was a little confused.

Time passed little by little, and finally the get out of class was over.

Connor was the first to rush out of the classroom and found Kyle playing with Sniff in the Hufflepuff common room.

She ran over and sniffed carefully beside Kyle.

"What are you doing?" Kyle couldn't help asking.

"Looking for the smell of Polyjuice Potion," Connor said, "Well, no..."

Then she sat in an armchair next to her.

"What happened to you just now."

"Find a way to get her to put me in confinement." Kyle said: "I prepared several plans, but I didn't expect it to be completed so easily."

"You want Umbridge to put you in confinement, so you stimulate her?" Connor didn't understand even more.

"Yeah." Kyle nodded.

"Okay." Kangna said. After knowing that this was Kyle's intention, she breathed a sigh of relief. "No wonder, I have never seen you so..."

She paused and did not continue.

"You want to say mean, right?" Kyle said with a smile: "I learned this from Professor Snape, and the effect was very significant, right? She immediately became angry.

"But this is normal. After all, when it comes to being sarcastic, none of the professors and students in the entire school can compare to Professor Snape."

"What are you talking about?" Kang Na glared at him angrily.

"But this is the truth." Kyle muttered in a low voice, but looking at Kang Na's angry look, he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, the 'sarcastic' I said here actually means a compliment, really. "

Seeing the sincere look on Kyle's face, Kangna reluctantly believed him.

"But I don't understand why you want to be locked up."

"Because it's more convenient." Kyle said vaguely.

…

the next day.

In just one night, the news that Kyle had slammed the door and left Umbridge's class had spread like wildfire, even by Hogwarts standards, the spread was surprisingly fast.

"Did you really leave halfway through?" Fred asked, sitting at the Hufflepuff table.

"Didn't you give Umbridge any face?" George asked on the other side.

As they spoke, their eyes shone with an admiration they had never seen before.

Yes, worship.

Whether it was when Kyle received the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award to the School or the Order of Merlin, they were just happy.

This is the first time I'm so excited like today.

"You all know?" Kyle asked casually.

"Ho..." George laughed strangely. "Did you think this was a question you answered in class?"

Slamming the door in the middle of the class would have become a hot topic in Hogwarts on anyone, let alone the always excellent Kyle.

"Have you taken Defense Against the Dark Arts classes?" Kyle asked.

"No." Fred shook his head.

"You'll know why I did it when you finish it," Kyle said.

He looked at the time, stood up and said, "I have to go to solitary confinement.

"By the way, Cedric, I'm not sure how long this confinement will last, so the Quidditch tryouts will be held later..."

"It doesn't matter, just leave it to us." Cedric said, looking at Kyle with some worry.

"It's okay, it's just a confinement, no big deal." Kyle said.

Then, he left the auditorium and came to Umbridge's office on the fourth floor. He knocked on the door, and a sweet voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Kyle opened the door and walked in.

After six owners, this office has now transformed into a different style.

Everything was covered with a lace tablecloth and several vases with dried flowers, all placed on individual little cushions.

A set of decorative plates hung on the wall, each containing a large, brightly colored cat wearing a different bow.

"Good morning." Umbridge looked at him with a smile.

"Good morning." Kyle responded enthusiastically. He naturally walked to a sofa next to him and sat down. "Do you have black tea? No sugar. Thank you. I think the apple pie I had for breakfast was a bit too sweet. "

Umbridge was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Kyle to be so courageous, and even asked for black tea even though he was in solitary confinement.

Who does he think he is, a waiter at the Three Broomsticks?

The fake smile on Umbridge's face was a bit unbearable. She enjoyed the feeling of being respected and flattered, but Kyle didn't take her seriously at all.

And this is true whether it was at St. Mungo's a few years ago, or at the Ministry of Magic before, or now.

"There's no black tea here, and even if there was, I wouldn't let you drink it." Her voice gradually became sharp and vicious.

"Because you spread evil, despicable, sensational lies, now, I want to punish you for writing a few sentences... Of course, not with your pen, but this."

She took out a long, thin quill with a particularly sharp tip.

"If I'm not mistaken..." Kyle said, "There seems to be some kind of dark magic on this."

"Dark magic? No, no, this is just your punishment." Umbridge had that annoying smirk on her face again.

"No matter what excuse you use, Professor Dumbledore will never allow you to use dark magic items in school."

"Dumbledore can't control the Ministry of Magic!" Umbridge said viciously, "And he won't know, at least until your punishment is over, no one will know what's going on here."

"That's right..." Kyle nodded.

He slowly took out his wand and waved it casually.

The next second.

"Snapped!"

Umbridge seemed to have been slapped by an invisible giant. Her whole body flew out uncontrollably and hit the table next to her with a muffled thud.

The vase on top staggered and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Only then did Kyle say with a smile:

"Really, why didn't you say it earlier? Since no one knows, why would I waste my time talking to you?"