Becoming Their Own Teacher (Thanks to Fengdi, Who Doesn't Want to Get Hit by a Car, for the Like. Thank You)

Professor Umbridge nearly dropped his diary in shock when he saw Su Yu's face. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Why didn't you say you were talking to this ancestor? Why did things have to come to this..."

Then they heard Su Yu call her Toad spirit... Umbridge was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to return it to Parvati or keep it for herself. Her face contorted in a dramatic display of emotion, making Harry, Ron, and many other students burst into laughter, rendering the class impossible.

"Harry Potter, another week of detention! Um... Sue Fuli, I won't bother you any longer. Have a great time at East University..."

Harry's face darkened. How come I'm the one who got hurt again? The whole class was laughing!

Next, Professor Trelawney also suffered. Umbridge thought, "If I can't deal with Su Yu, I can at least deal with you guys!"

She asked Professor Trelawney to give her a Prophecy about herself, Umbridge. Professor Trelawney had no choice but to mutter angrily that disaster would befall Umbridge. Umbridge wasn't afraid. Ha, disaster? Disaster always comes one step behind me!

Then she started scribbling in her evaluation book. Nobody knew what she wrote, but Harry figured it couldn't be anything nice. Then Professor Trelawney explained to Harry that his fabricated dream might foreshadow his untimely death, and Harry stopped feeling sorry for her. He started missing Professor Isolde; at least she didn't talk about dying Tenten, even though she was always secretly bickering with Su Yu in class...

Then, during Defense Against Magic class, Harry got into another big argument with Professor Umbridge Rocky.

"Ha, Professor Rocky is a really good teacher, I think so too, especially his idea of sticking Voldemort to the back of his head, what a brilliant idea, isn't it?"

Harry said sarcastically to Umbridge, and then successfully earned himself another week of detention...

Harry had guts; he decided to remain silent and not cry out in pain when Umbridge locked him up and made marks on his hands, thus shattering Umbridge's smugness. Su Yu was incredibly impressed; what a Gandhi act of nonviolent non-cooperation, right?

As for how Su Yu knew about this, it was because Hermione's eldest son, Harry, asked Hermione for help. Coincidentally, Su Yu was lying on Hermione's lap, teasing the Kurama in her arms, when the video call happened.

"You know what? In Transfiguration, Umbridge and Professor McGonagall almost got into a fight, but Professor McGonagall Professor McGonagall paid her any attention, and her comeback was absolutely awesome!"

Then Harry mimicked Professor McGonagall's way of speaking, "You know, I generally don't allow anyone else to speak when I'm speaking!"

"Harry, I think you should soak your hands in the filtered and acid-washed juice of Murtlap's tentacles. That should help. Otherwise, you can't keep bleeding like this."

Hermione glanced at Harry's hand, which was wrapped in a scarf and was still bleeding, and frowned as she spoke.

"Perhaps he should ask me, the Slytherin Prefect, for help. Don't worry, Potter, as long as you ask, the Slytherin students will treat you, very quickly."

Seeing Harry's expression, Malfoy shouted gleefully from behind his seat, then Haha.

"Ha, Malfoy, rest assured, I would never entrust my hand to a fool."

Harry is known for his sharp tongue, and he immediately retorted.

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"Fine, if you won't tell me, then don't... As you wish, Miss Granger..."

Malfoy pursed his lips and shut his mouth from arguing with Harry.

"Get to the point, Harry," Hermione said seriously, looking at Harry. "I think you need to do something about Umbridge. She's a terrible woman."

"I suggest poisoning it; Harry can just ask Neville."

Malfoy poked his head out from behind again, only to be slapped back by Su Yu. But Kurama thought it was a brilliant idea, and jumped to the back row, stepping on Su Yu's stomach, causing Su Yu to let out a muffled groan...

Then she went with Malfoy to discuss with Neville how to poison the food; who knows, it might come in handy sometime, right?

"Sigh..." Harry sighed, "But what can we do..."

As he spoke, Harry looked at Su Yu again, thinking that if Su Yu could intervene, everything would be easily solved.

"Listen, Harry," Hermione frowned, as if Harry could read his mind, "You can't rely on Su Yu for everything. After all, Fudge and the others are targeting you, not Su Yu. You can't drag Su Yu into this."

"Perhaps... perhaps I'm thinking of one possibility, which is... that you will teach yourselves Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

Hermione boldly voiced her thoughts, which shocked Harry.

"What did you tell us to do?" Harry wondered if he was hallucinating.

"But you won't learn anything this year, will you? You need to learn to protect yourselves. Danger can strike at any time. So why don't you go to the library and find some curses to practice on your own? Besides, you've already finished reading the textbooks, haven't you? What you lack now is only a teacher, a qualified teacher, a teacher who can correct you."

This was the best solution Hermione had come up with after thinking about it for a long time. Harry and the others couldn't waste this year. Even if Minister Fudge was targeting them, it wouldn't work. After all, Voldemort wouldn't wait for them.

"Are you kidding me? And what about teachers? Where are we supposed to find teachers now?"

"Believe in yourself, Harry. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts is the best in Gryffindor, isn't it?"

Hermione encouraged Harry, speaking to him slowly.

"You... you mean..."

Harry stammered, looking uncertainly at Hermione on the other end of the laptop.

"You guessed right, the teacher I was talking about is you, Harry."

Harry didn't know what to say; his mind was a complete mess. Hermione didn't press Harry, but simply told him to think it over; there was no rush.

After hanging up the call, Hermione stroked Su Yu's hair, smoothing the stray hairs from his forehead. She seemed to have been struggling with this for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Do you think what I did was right, Su Yu?"

"There's no right or wrong, Hermione. Just do what you want to do. You still have me, right? I can mop the floor for you, don't worry about it."

Su Yu didn't want to preach any grand principles. When your abilities are so great that you don't need to reason, whatever you do is right. So Su Yu was the same way. Let Hermione do whatever she wanted. Was she afraid of Voldemort or Fudge? So Su Yu simply turned his head, put his mouth to Hermione's little belly, and gently blew on it.

"Ugh~ How could you be so mean! It tickles, stop blowing on me, you big bad guy..."