Harry Potter's Bastard

When Hermione said she was willing to lend them her homework for "reference", Harry and Ron immediately stopped talking.

"Needless to say, you all know that the situation will only get worse in the future. "

Harry didn't know if it was his delusion, but he noticed that Hermione seemed to be fanatical, and he thought the scene was familiar—that was what Hermione had done when she was selling them the "Vomit" badge.

Apparently Ron had thought of it too, and he and Harry looked at each other and asked tentatively, "Uh...... Hermione, how are you going to make these students 'have a certain level of self-preservation'?"

"Practicing spells, of course!" Hermione kept her voice down, even though there were only three of them in the Gryffindor common room at this time.

"But if you remember, that order — I can't remember how many it was," Harry looked at it with his right hand and put it back down, "Umbridge forbids teaching anything that has nothing to do with books, and there's another order - my God, how many of those things are there now?"

Hermione smiled, "You're talking about Education Order 26 and Education Order 25, maybe you didn't notice, it says that 'professors' can't teach students anything other than textbooks, but there's no rule that students are not allowed to communicate with each other......"

"As for Umbridge's ban on students casting spells in 'inappropriate' places, I think it's a good solution. We can find a hidden classroom – like the one we often go to. "

"You're going to teach the students spells in private?" Ron asked cautiously, "if Umbridge finds out......

"It's not me, it's Harry. Hermione said, "And Umbridge can't do anything to us, there is no Hogwarts rule that says students are not allowed to learn spells from each other." I figured out that next Hogsmeade Day, we could invite interested students to meet with us. "

"Me?" Harry looked at Hermione in surprise, "what can I teach them?

"If you mean Solim—" Hermione shook her head, "do you think he'll say yes?"

Harry thought about it, and indeed, according to Solim's character, he didn't bother with these things.

"Then you can't teach them?"

"I can't. Hermione said, "Defence Against the Dark Arts is combat-oriented, and you're more talented than we are all in this area, so you're the right fit." "

Harry hesitated, "But...... Can anyone else agree? I mean...... Am I really qualified to teach others?"

"If you don't qualify, who else does?" Ron said, patting Harry on the shoulder, "Come to think of it, we all faced it in the first year...... Mystery man, but you can resist him. In second year, you can defeat Riddle and get us out......"

Hermione looked at Harry a little weakly at this time, she never told Harry the truth about the year, which caused Harry and Ron to always think that they had defeated Riddle.

"When I was in third grade...... Ron's voice was lowered, he didn't want to remember that time, Peter's affair was a shame for his life.

"Look, Harry, you've been through so much, who can be if you don't qualify, not to mention that you've faced that person in person and come back alive. "

Ron's words also reminded Harry of what had happened in the last few years, it seemed that every year was not peaceful, and it seemed that every year what happened had its own involvement, but ...... Harry knew that if he had to say anything against, he would have little to do with it.

"You don't understand—" Harry bowed his head.

"What?"

"You don't really understand what it's like to face those dangers!" Harry was a little agitated, "the smell of Voldemort when he tortures you, the rancid smell of the Dementors when they grab your neck and kiss you...... You don't understand, and if you think I can teach someone else that kind of thing, you're very wrong!"

The bowl of Motra rat tentacle juice fell to the ground, and the bowl was shattered. He realized that he was standing up, but he couldn't remember how. Crookshank slipped under the couch. Ron and Hermione looked panicked.

"Hey, buddy, we didn't say it...... You completely misunderstood. "

"Well, Harry, if you need time...... Hermione glanced at the debris on the ground, "you can think about it, now is the time when someone needs to step up." "

Harry didn't know what to say. He was already ashamed of the rage he had just had. He nodded, not really knowing what he agreed to. He didn't understand why he was suddenly emotionally out of control.

Hermione stood up.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep. She said, apparently trying to make her voice as natural as possible, "Well, good night." "

Ron also stood up.

"Go back?" he said to Harry, a little embarrassed.

"Okay," said Harry, "I'll clean up here in a minute." "

He pointed to the broken bowl on the ground. Ron nodded and left.

"It's back to normal. Harry whispered as he pointed at the broken pieces of porcelain with his wand. The pieces were immediately put together, and the porcelain bowl was intact again, but the Motra rat tentacle juice inside could never be returned.

He suddenly felt so tired that he wanted to fall asleep in his armchair, but he forced himself to get up and followed Ron upstairs. He slept hard at night, dreaming of long corridors and locked doors, and when he woke up the next morning, his scars began to sting again.

The heavy schoolwork and hard training all of this made Harry a little unmotivated, but the only thing to be happy about was that Umbridge's confinement was finally over, and Harry was temporarily relieved, but the other two Gryffindor students were not so happy, Ron and Dean, the two people who had arranged Umbridge outside the Transfiguration classroom last time, became the second and third students to experience "quills that don't need ink".

Rumbridge was torturing the students with a magic quill soon spread, and the back of Ron and Dean's hands were visited by many students, and the handwriting carved on the back of their hands made the students shudder, and they didn't want to go to Umbridge to be locked up. For a moment, the students at Hogwarts were honest—at least they did.

No student is willing to let Umbridge get his hands on him, and given the contents of the Devil's Know-How Order, Umbridge can now punish students at will without restraint. Even Professor McGonagall can't do anything with Umbridge now, last time Professor McGonagall had a fight with Umbridge over Harry's affairs, but everyone saw the result.

The students now only hope that St. Mungo's doctors are not of good quality, and that Umbridge will leave Hogwarts due to a relapse of illness. Or maybe someone would give Umbridge another bit, but this time the students wanted to stop the dwarf charm and at least let Umbridge stay in St. Mungo for a while.