Rhythm Master Stark

Umbridge's speech was interrupted by an unexpected warning of Dungbomb.

This also caused her immeasurable psychological and physical harm.

After all, when Dungbomb explodes, in addition to making a sound and producing unknown gases, it also has a physical attack.

The feeling of having something smeared all over your face is something not everyone has the chance to experience.

For a "little girl" with a slight obsession with cleanliness, it was an unbearable despair!

Umbridge spent the entire morning soaking in his office, his body becoming wrinkled and tired, before finally leaving the room.

She was furious!

This is no ordinary prank; it's a terrorist attack. Anyone caught doing this should be expelled and sent to Azkaban!

Umbridge ordered McGonagall to apprehend the murderer immediately.

But Professor McGonagall said she was making a fuss over nothing, being naive, and overreacting.

He replied without hesitation:

"If this is considered a big deal, then a third of the students in the school should be expelled."

Of the remaining students, half will be banned from taking the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test and will not receive their degrees!

Umbridge was immediately taken aback.

Is Hogwarts definitely a wizarding school, and not a juvenile detention center or anything like that?

Even if McGonagall didn't help investigate, she already knew who did it!

Who else but that person would dare to do such a thing?!

William had assumed that Umbridge would be absent from Defence Against Dark Magic class today.

To my surprise, when I entered the classroom, I saw her already sitting behind the podium.

But Umbridge's skin was wrinkled, rough, and not smooth at all, making her look decades older... What kind of underworld attire is this?

Her clothes had changed too; the leopard print outfit from the morning had been replaced with a fluffy pink cardigan, and she wore a black velvet bow on her head.

William noticed that many female students used to wear ribbons, but now none of them do.

I reckon by dinner time, no girls in the whole school will be wearing bows anymore.

As expected of Umbridge, this is the real "buyer's show killer," capable of single-handedly bringing the bow tie industry to its knees.

William and Cho casually found a place to sit down, Umbridge immediately came over, looking aggressive:

"Stark, hand over your wand!"

"What's the reason, Professor?" William asked, a perfectly timed look of confusion on his face.

"I suspect it was you who used magic to control the Dungbomb and attack all the professors this morning!" Umbridge began to accuse her. "Hand them over now!"

William chuckled, leaned lazily against the back of the table, and spread his hands, saying:

"No way, sir, I've received the ' Special Award for Services to the School ' three times."

He was still Ravenclaw Prefect, a representative of the United Kingdom youth, an excellent student, and never broke school rules.

You shouldn't suspect me, no matter who you suspect.

The students all nodded in agreement; William was indeed a model student.

In everyone's eyes, he not only had good grades, but he also never violated school rules.

The twins were the ones who did all the bad things;

Potter and Weasley received the most points deducted;

Malfoy is the one who bullies everyone just because his family has a bit of money...

Stark wasn't involved among these villains.

"However, since you have doubts, I must prove my innocence." William, holding his wand, said softly, "Prior Incantato."

Incantations kept appearing at the tip of his wand, but they were all ordinary spells like "Scourgify".

"Is this your wand?" Umbridge demanded.

"If it's not my wand, then it must be yours?" William smiled slightly. "You can ask Mr. Ollivander to verify."

William's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for all the students to hear.

"That's where you stumbled and ended up in Azkaban."

Do you think I could repeat your mistake in this regard?

William winked.

The students all looked at Umbridge, whose face was ashen.

She slammed her hand on the table and said, "It must be Wandless Magic, I know you..."

"Do you have any evidence?" William put away his wand and said bluntly, "If you don't, I'll sue you for defamation."

If I can send you to Azkaban once, I can send you a second time.

Umbridge was furious, but there was nothing he could do, so he walked to the podium.

She looked around and said in a coquettish voice, "Please put away your wand and take out your quill."

Umbridge took her wand and slammed it down on the blackboard, whereupon two lines of text appeared:

Defence Against the Dark Arts

Return to basic principles

"Students, the teaching of this course has been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?"

Professor Umbridge turned to face the class, crossed his arms neatly in front of his chest, and said:

"Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not teach in accordance with the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic."

And the professors aren't even competent. Look at all the terrible teachers you've had over the years.

Death Eaters, dark wizards, liars, Werewolf... you may have passed the O. W. Ls exam, but you are far below the required level.

Everyone nodded; Umbridge was right.

"However, you will be very pleased, as these problems will soon be corrected."

Umbridge said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"This year, we will be studying a carefully designed, theory-based Defense Against Magic course approved by the Ministry of Magic."

Please copy these words down.

She tapped the blackboard again, and the two lines of text disappeared, replaced by the course objectives.

The students picked up their quill pens and began copying with some impatience.

"Very good," Umbridge continued, "I want you to turn to page five and read Chapter One, the introduction to basic principles."

Do not whisper to each other while reading.

Everyone stared at Umbridge in shock. So, Defence Against Dark Magic class was just for reading books?

This is such a stunt... it's not even as good as Lockhart's approach. At least Lockhart adds some entertaining elements to make the class more engaging.

Then let's just change the Defence Against Dark Magic course to "Days at Hogwarts".

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But Umbridge's gaze began to sweep over the students, and the room was immediately filled with the sound of students reading aloud.

She nodded in satisfaction and sat down in a chair behind the podium.

Those two droopy, toad-like eyes kept staring at everyone.

She was trying to find a way to cause trouble for Stark.

Deducting points is pointless; he can easily catch up in ten minutes by taking any course.

Solitary confinement is also not feasible.

Stark himself was a master Alchemy, Umbridge had heard Fudge mention that he was also a student of Nicolas Flamel.

The punishment items I bought in Knockturn Alley probably won't work in their hands.

Wait a minute... He cares so much about Granger, that Mudblood, he could cause her trouble.

It also allows them to avenge the beating they suffered in Vienna.

Just as Umbridge, she suddenly realized that the reading had gradually stopped.

She looked up and saw that Stark had raised his hand.

Umbridge ignored him, but he kept it up, and all the students looked at William, showing no intention of continuing to read.

Left with no other option, Umbridge asked:

"Honey, do you have any questions about this chapter?"

"No, it's not about this chapter," William seemed quite confused, "It's about the whole book."

"Hmm? This is a textbook approved by the Ministry of Magic. Do you have any doubts about the Ministry of Magic?" Umbridge started accusing her again.

She seemed to have rehearsed this beforehand, speaking in rapid succession:

If you have questions about the overall objectives of this course, then I can only tell you:

You are not an education expert specially trained by the Ministry of Magic.

Our latest learning program was designed and developed by wizards who are much older and wiser than you.

You will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free way...

Good heavens... William exclaimed, "Good heavens!"

Before he could even open his mouth, Umbridge had already set up a target and started attacking it himself.

That's an amazing skill!

However, William smiled slightly:

"No, Professor, I have no problem with the Ministry of Magic."

However, during the reading process, I discovered some serious errors.

I suspect the author of this book is an anti- Ministry of Magic, a Death Eaters.

Umbridge was stunned.

William held up the book and read, "On page twenty-five of the textbook, there is this sentence:"

"Once an extreme defensive spell is used, the wizard should use magic to severely punish his own body."

Necessary ascetic practices can help cultivate willpower and eliminate distracting thoughts.

"Is there a problem?" Umbridge asked.

"Of course," William shook his head. "This violates the first rule of Adebbe Wolflin's ' Fundamental Laws of Magic ':"

To arbitrarily alter the deepest secrets of one's body requires being prepared to bear the most extreme and dangerous consequences.

Asceticism is one of the most strictly prohibited practices.

"There is seventy-two pages to go."

William flipped through the pages quickly, and all the students got excited and followed suit.

"It actually says here, ' Muggle both crave and fear magic; they can become wizards simply by learning to chant spells and wield wands.'"

William said indignantly:

In 1672, a magical treatise published by the Department of Mysteries stated:

Wizards are born, not made.

This paper has also been recognized by the International Confederation of Wizards.

He suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

"And the author of this book actually said such things?"

William stared at Umbridge and questioned, "

Is Wilbert Slinkhard challenging the International Confederation of Wizards?

Or is this an attempt to sow discord between wizards and Muggle?

What was his purpose in writing these words?

Who instructed him? What were his motives? Did he obtain permission from the relevant authorities?

Who is behind him? What is he trying to achieve by writing this? What does he want to subvert and destroy?!

William's barrage of questions left Umbridge completely stumped.

She stood there, stunned, her mind completely blank.

Labeling, literary inquisition, nitpicking... anyone can do that.

Umbridge is pulling this stunt on him?

William is a veteran of countless battles!

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