Chapter 512 Suddenly a Madman Sharpens His Knife at Night, the Imperial Star Is Swaying and the Planet Mars Is High

After watching Salazar tear the book in front of him into two halves, Godric knew something bad was going to happen. He looked more carefully and found that his old friend's eyes had turned red. He understood that Salazar was furious.

Godric's brain was spinning rapidly, and he was thinking about how to calm his good friend down. But there is an old saying that goes, "When a country goes downhill, someone has to sit in the driver's seat and step on the accelerator." When Les was almost overwhelmed by anger, Umbridge came out and poured a bucket of oil on Les's anger.

"Student Lint, are you feeling unwell? Do you need Miss Parkinson to take you to the infirmary?" Umbridge noticed Les's abnormality, and she came around from behind the podium and asked in a sweet tone.

She could see that Les Lint was in a very bad state. Considering that the Lint family had recently donated a large sum of money to the ministry and was a favorite of Minister Fudge, Umbridge decided not to bother with Rice and took the initiative to give Rice a way out.

"No, I'm fine!" Rice, who was angry, didn't want to accept this bad favor at all. He answered Umbridge's question stiffly.

The students who were not interested in studying now focused all their attention on Rice. Harry and Ron exchanged glances quickly, unable to hide the smiles on their faces.

Rice actually had a conflict with the new professor? This start is too wonderful!

"Is that so..." Umbridge narrowed her eyes and continued, "Then please continue reading."

She drew out her wand and prepared to use the repair spell to restore Rice's textbook that was torn in half, but Rice threw the textbook on the desk and stood up.

Even though he was not yet an adult, Rice was still a full head taller than Umbridge. This standing up directly cast a shadow over Umbridge like a small mountain.

Godric's eyes gradually became unfocused: It's over, the situation has completely escalated.

Umbridge, who had been slapped in the face in public again and again, could no longer bear it.

The fake smile on her face disappeared without a trace, but her voice became sweeter.

"Les Lint, please sit down and turn the textbook to page 5--"

"It's meaningless." Les interrupted Umbridge's words directly.

"What?" Umbridge didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"This book can't teach us how to defend against dark magic. It's a waste of time to read it."

"Whether it's meaningful or not is not up to you. This is carefully selected by the Ministry of Magic--"

"Rubbish?"

Umbridge widened her eyes and couldn't believe what she heard. The other little wizards in the classroom buried their heads in their arms to prevent Professor Umbridge from finding out that they were laughing wildly.

Many Gryffindor students had a subtle change in their impression of Rice.

As for what they said in class today, they supported Rice.

For this group of Gryffindors, they simply couldn't imagine that they would agree with what Rice said one day.

"This book is full of empty nonsense." Rice picked up the pages of the textbook that he had torn off, and then tore it into strips and threw it in Umbridge's face.

"Now we should do a lot of things, but reading such a book is not included."

Rice's set of movements was so smooth and fast that Umbridge didn't react at all. Rice finished the job.

After throwing the fragments of the textbook in Umbridge's face, Rice's anger finally subsided a little, and his reason gradually returned.

He was still full of anger, but these anger could no longer interfere with his thinking. Now Rice knew very well what he should do next.

He picked up his schoolbag and walked out the door.

"Les Lint!" Umbridge's anger finally broke out, "I warn you, if you step out of the classroom today, you will not pass the Defense Against the Dark Arts this year! The same goes for the O.W.L.s exam!"

Les turned his head and looked at Umbridge with a look like a fool, and then asked a question that the whole class remembered deeply.

"Ms. Umbridge, do you think we learn Defense Against the Dark Arts just to get a good score in the exam?"

Umbridge's face was turning pale at this time. She took two deep breaths and then forced a smile: "What else? The responsibility of students is to learn the precious knowledge left by their ancestors and get high enough scores in the exam."

"Students who don't even master the Shield Charm, when facing dark wizards, do they take out their O.W.L.s exam certificates to resist dark magic?"

Umbridge clenched her fists.

"The Ministry of Magic has well-trained professionals who are capable of protecting the safety of ordinary wizards--"

"Oh? Really? Why did I hear that Potter was attacked by dark creatures during the summer vacation? Where were the professionals of the Ministry of Magic at that time? If Potter didn't know a few defensive spells, he probably wouldn't be able to appear here alive!" Les looked at Umbridge coldly, trying to restrain his desire to kill.

His second wand seemed to feel his intentions, and it emitted amazing heat in his arms, just like a red-hot iron rod.

“Ah——” A hint of enlightenment appeared on Umbridge’s face, “So that’s it... Classmate Lint, you are still young and your ability to receive information is still lacking. Sometimes you are fooled by unreliable people. Blinded by rumors about the source of the information——"

"Are you saying I'm lying, Professor?" Harry didn't expect that he would be involved in this quarrel while watching the show. He originally wanted to sit back and watch the fight, but after hearing Umbridge's words, he couldn't help but retort.

"In my class, students who want to speak must raise their hands first!" Umbridge found an excuse to prevaricate Harry and forcefully changed the subject, but Hermione also raised her hands at this time.

Umbridge looked at her, and although she felt that this girl would not say anything that would make her happy, she still called Hermione up.

"Your name?"

"Hermione Granger, Professor, what happened to Harry has been proven true by the Wizengamot Tribunal—"

"That's not what today is about, kid!"

"Then let's continue talking about this book. Not a single word in the book mentions how to use defensive spells." Hermione patted the textbook in her hand and expressed similar views to Rice.

"I will not let my students be attacked in class, so I can't imagine a situation in my class that requires you to use defensive spells. You are not specially trained education experts from the Ministry of Magic. The teaching materials are qualified or not. , you are not qualified to judge.

Our latest study plans and teaching materials are designed and developed by wizards who are much older and wiser than you. You will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way. "

Les and Godric both let out a weird laugh at the words "much older and wiser."

In terms of age and wisdom, everyone present was inferior to both of them.

Umbridge ignored these strange noises and continued firmly: "I don't want to criticize some of the ways this school is run, but in this class you have come into contact with several very irresponsible wizards, and some are even particularly dangerous. Half human and half beast."

Umbridge's comments about Professor Lupin angered the Gryffindor students. They raised their hands one after another, said their names, and then questioned Umbridge.

The situation gradually spiraled out of control until Harry said something earth-shattering.

"Who do you think would attack a kid like you?"

"Well, let me think? Maybe - Voldemort?"

When this taboo name appeared in the classroom, many people were frightened.

Ron gasped, Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Parvati tilted her body and almost fell off the bench.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." Umbridge said with a satisfied expression on her face.

"Okay, let me clarify a few things." Umbridge walked back to the podium, put her hands on the podium, leaned forward, looked at the students in the classroom and said, "Someone told you, It's nonsense that some dark wizard has come back from the dead."

Harry was irritated, and he shouted: "He's back, and I fought with him!"

"Another ten points from Gryffindor." Umbridge's expression remained unchanged, even a little proud, "Mr. Potter, you have won yourself a chance to be in solitary confinement, at five o'clock tomorrow evening. In my room office."

"Everyone, listen up, the story about the resurrection of dark wizards from the dead is pure nonsense. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not encounter any danger from dark wizards. If anyone scares you with rumors about the resurrection of dark wizards, win Eyeballs, I'm here to help you, because I'm your friend. Okay, please continue reading page five, 'Getting Started'."

At this time, no one except Godric paid attention to Les who was standing by the door.

Harry stood up from his seat and walked into the aisle between the two tables.

"Then according to your statement, Cedric accidentally fell to death? No, he died of murder! Voldemort killed him, but you pretended to be deaf and mute for a whole summer vacation, pretending that nothing happened !”

There was silence in the classroom.

Looking at the angry Harry, Umbridge who had completely suppressed her hypocritical smile behind the podium, and the students in the classroom who were trembling when they heard Voldemort's name, Les felt like something was broken in his mind.

He laughed out loud, and his laughter became more and more crazy.

He managed to attract everyone's attention.

Les threw his schoolbag on the ground and walked back, walking step by step to the front of the classroom.

"A crappy third-rate wizard made Hogwarts a mess and disturbed everyone. It's really degenerate. Hogwarts is degenerate!" Rice glanced at his "classmates" in the classroom.

"You don't even dare to call him by his name, you are still a member of Gryffindor House! Godric Gryffindor is looking at you! I, a Slytherin, am ashamed of you."

"It's time for this farce to end, Umbridge, and I give you a choice."

Umbridge raised her head in confusion, as if she didn't understand what Rice was saying.

"Resign as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts and return to your Ministry of Magic. You are not suitable for this position, and the Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with Hogwarts. This is my last kindness and goodwill. , I hope you won’t be ignorant.”

Everyone's eyes widened and they questioned their ears.

What is Rice talking about? He actually asked a professor to resign on his own? Why does he have the confidence to say such a thing?

"I am the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic. I was appointed by Minister Cornelius Fudge himself-"

"So you are refusing to resign?"

"How dare you-"

Before Umbridge finished speaking, Rice raised his hand.

His movements were so fast that almost no one could see what he did. They only saw Umbridge's head flying out of her neck.

Everyone was stunned, and Godric sighed.

Rice used a flying spell to take Umbridge's head back to his hand, and then said calmly: "You see, there will still be situations in your class where you need to use defensive spells. It would be better if you can release the Shield Charm in time."

The students reacted at this time, and screams came one after another in the classroom. The students near the door ran out like crazy.

Les watched them flee quietly, and soon only Godric, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left in the classroom.

"You are too impulsive, Les." Godric said in a reproachful tone: "How can this happen-"

"It doesn't matter, I just want to be happy. Do you think that if I kill Voldemort, it will cause a huge disturbance to fate?"

Godric nodded with a complicated look.

He knew that his old friend had completely lost control and no one could stop him. But fortunately, he did not choose the most cruel way: to kill everyone in Hogwarts.

Harry and the other two were completely stunned. They didn't understand why things had become like this. Les and Godric were clearly talking in English, but they didn't understand a word.

There were too many doubts in their minds, and even Godric became so unfamiliar.

"I felt the fluctuation of the power of fate, and my guess was correct." Les threw the head in his hand to Godric.

"You continue to play house with the children. I'm going to do business." Les seemed to have heard the footsteps coming from the corridor. He walked slowly to the window of the classroom, smoothed his hair, opened the window, and jumped out.

Les did not fall to the ground after jumping out of the window, but glided close to the ground like a bird.

When Professor McGonagall and others rushed into the classroom, they only saw the back of Les Lint flying towards the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

He left Hogwarts again.

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