People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"But it doesn't say a word about using defensive spells," said Hermione honestly.

"Use defensive spells?" Umbridge repeated with a chuckle. "I don't think you need to use spells in class. You don't think you'll be attacked in school, do you?"

"What good would that do? If we were to suffer--" Harry wondered aloud.

Umbridge said in her sickly sweet falsetto, "In my class, students have to raise their hands if they want to speak!"

Harry quickly raised his hand, and Afro pulled his sleeve desperately under the table, signaling him to stop talking.

However, Umbridge repeated her old trick and immediately turned her head away, asking Dean to answer the question.

It's a pity that Dean and Harry said the same thing.

Umbridge was a little annoyed and raised her voice involuntarily, "Do you think you will be attacked in my class?"

Her voice was heard over the few students who spoke without raising their hands. "Raise your hands! I'll say it again, as long as you learn the theory very well--"

"What use is theory in reality?" Harry raised his hands above his head and demanded loudly.

Avro tugged at Harry's hand again, but he ignored her.

The other students stared at the angry Umbridge.

"This is school, Mr. Potter, there's nothing waiting outside."

The anger that Harry had been accumulating all day was about to explode, like a firecracker about to explode.

He pushed away Avro's hand, stood up suddenly, looked at Umbridge and said, "Maybe... Voldemort?"

Ron gasped and Neville tilted and fell off his chair.

Umbridge stared at Harry and suddenly showed a satisfied expression, as if she was waiting to grab Harry's pigtails.

Afro held his forehead and thought to himself that this was bad again.

Harry didn't know what was wrong with him. It was as if his anger was out of his control and he became more uncalm than ever.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!" Umbridge stood up triumphantly and put her palm on the podium. "Detention, tomorrow evening at five o'clock, Mr. Potter."

"Someone told you that a dark wizard had returned from the dead, and you were led to believe that you had seen it with your own eyes. This is nonsense—"

Harry wanted to retort, but this time he was held down by Avro.

Avro did not release the arms that bound him until Umbridge finished speaking and began her lecture.

Harry swung his arms to avoid her touching him.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and for the first time Harry didn't wait for Aphrodite. Instead, he packed his bag hastily and left.

Aphrodite caught up with him, but Harry still didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Harry, if you don't follow the rules in Umbridge's class, the consequences will be much more serious than detention and losing house points!"

Harry suddenly stopped and stood there waiting for Avro to catch up.

"You know she is from the Ministry of Magic, so you will naturally know who she follows orders from and who she reports to."

"But I'm telling the truth, Voldemort is back!" Harry roared indignantly.

Ron frowned and pulled them, "Please, don't say this man's name in the corridor."

"Do you really think the issue is truth and lies?" Afro lowered her voice as she looked at the increasing number of students in the corridor. "She is your teacher and has every right to do this."

"The most important thing now is to be careful, keep a low profile and control your temper."

Harry nodded reluctantly, indicating that he had listened.

As for how much he listened to, it is not up to Afro to decide.

As for his temper, Harry also found that since the beginning of this semester, he was becoming increasingly difficult to control.

It was as if something was affecting him.

Thinking of this, Harry felt his forehead begin to hurt again.

Dinner time was not a pleasant experience for them, as news of Harry's quarrel with Umbridge spread like wildfire.

People around were whispering.

Afro put down the knife and fork in his hand heavily and said to them sternly, "Let's leave first."

Harry put down his cutlery, Ron took a reluctant look at the half-eaten chicken drumstick, and followed them.

Three people disappeared from the Slytherin table, but no one noticed.

Even Cedric's departure did not attract the attention of his classmates.

All eyes were on the four Gryffindors.

It was not until they reached the second-floor platform that Harry asked, "Aphrodite, what do you mean..."