Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

"So can our Mr. Malfoy sit down and listen?"

This time it was Draco's turn to change his face slightly, the other party's attitude made him feel troubled.

Can this be tolerated?

If Umbridge really makes a big fuss, it would be best to deal with it, but if she chooses to endure it, even Draco will have no reason to attack her.

Dumbledore would not complain to the International Confederation of Wizards, if he had wanted to he would have done so.

And a real conflict between the two might not be what Voldemort wants to see.

Anyway, as long as Umbridge bit herself to death just as a joke, nothing would happen to her.

The most important point is that there is nothing wrong with Umbridge herself. As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, she decides what teaching materials she wants to use and what teaching methods she uses.

The only person to blame was Dumbledore for hiring her as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

As long as the professor is not irresponsible in performing her duties normally, the disciplinary committee cannot do anything to her.

"Ms. Umbridge, if you continue to use such meaningless content, I do not think you are qualified to teach us."

Harry couldn't hold it in any longer, his green eyes filled with anger.

Harry blamed himself very much for not being able to help Dudley in the final level of the Goblet of Fire in fifth grade, so he desperately hoped that he could become stronger. He was also the most serious and hard-working one who studied with Grindelwald during the holidays.

However, now he has to waste time on such boring theoretical lessons that are not helpful in growing his strength. This is something he cannot accept.

There is no time left!

"If you want to pass the OWLs, I think you should listen to the advice of an older person like me."

Umbridge paid no attention to Harry's words.

You name it, as long as she wasn't expelled by Dumbledore, she was a professor at Hogwarts.

"We don't need it." Hermione stood up and said without any sign of weakness.

Umbridge's extremely perfunctory teaching method is what she dislikes the most. Although she likes reading, she doesn't read every book. Those books with wrong content are what she hates the most.

"If you don't want to take my class, you can please leave."

Umbridge said in a very irritating tone: "My dear, please don't disturb other students, okay?"

Harry stood up decisively and left the classroom without looking back, followed closely by the rest of the discipline team.

Umbridge smiled even wider, her goal achieved.

It's too young to fight with her. The first step is to drive away the disobedient students.

Although she would prefer corporal punishment.

But the smile quickly froze. As a few people left, the members of Gryffindor followed closely, followed by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Mainly because of the slow reaction of this group of little badgers. Half a beat.

Slytherin was the most generous and stayed for about 5 minutes but still left without leaving anyone behind.

Soon, there were only a few little wizards left in the huge classroom.

Umbridge could no longer maintain her girlish smile, and stood on the podium with a livid face.

It's really not giving me any face.

The fifth graders were absent from class collectively.

"I've never hated a professor so much. It's terrible. Even more maddening than that guy Lockhart."

Harry walked out of the door, took a few deep breaths, and said with disgust.

"She was sent by the Ministry of Magic. It's obvious that Fudge is ready to reach out to Hogwarts."

Draco leaned against the window and said, "So don't expect her to teach us anything."

"Brother D said he hopes we can solve it ourselves." Neville said somewhat dejectedly.

He used to follow Dudley and do whatever he was told, but now that Dudley was not around, he felt unsure.

"Let's not disturb him." Hermione took over Neville's words and said, "He has more important things to do now."

Dudley was not in the classroom, nor did he follow Harry and the others out. No one even noticed when he disappeared.

Especially Neville, it seemed like he had just finished talking to him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He even wondered whether the conversation with Dudley just now was an illusion.

"Then what should we do now?" Ron looked around confusedly.

It's a bit uncomfortable not to go to class.

The young wizards from the four colleges who followed them came out with equally confused faces. Then what?

"Since she doesn't want to teach, can't we teach ourselves?"

"Self-study? What to study? We have basically finished learning the content in the books. We need a professor, an excellent professor."

Harry rolled his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He thought of a good idea.

"Don't we happen to have an excellent professor now?"

"very talented!"

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Chapter 364 Chapter 358 Marvolo Gaunt’s Ring

"What professor? Do you mean Snape?"

Ron's first reaction was to ask Snape to serve as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

He has always wanted this position.

Harry looked at Ron and said nothing. He just sighed, patted him on the shoulder, then turned to the others and said, "If anyone wants to study with us, please come over."

"Harry, what do you mean?"

Ron was stunned.

So in the Room of Requirement, a group of fifth-grade wizards began to practice Defense Against the Dark Arts under the remote guidance of a telephone bug.

Principal's office.

One is thin and the other is strong, the old and the young are sitting face to face, big eyes staring at small eyes.

Above, the principals of Hogwarts were gathering together and discussing something in a low voice. Fox was preening his feathers in his nest. After he had preened all his feathers, the two of them still maintained their original posture. .

"Professor Dumbledore, this thing is dangerous. I think you should give it to me."

In the end it was Dudley who broke the silence, but as soon as he spoke, Dumbledore's expression changed slightly.

Dumbledore: "."

Why do I feel like it should be me who says this?

I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts, right?

There is a ring on Dumbledore's desk.

A ring set with jet black gemstones, with a last name engraved on the ring - Gunter.

"Leave it to me, Professor Dumbledore."

Dudley looked at the old headmaster with burning eyes. He recently accidentally discovered that something was wrong with Dumbledore, and then he discovered the ring.

"Dudley." Dumbledore's blue eyes kept flashing, and he was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.

This was the first time in the next few decades of his life that he had the idea of ​​taking something as his own.

"You should know that it will not fulfill your wishes."

Dudley emphasized.

"I know, of course I know." Dumbledore murmured, looking away from the ring as much as possible.

"But even if it's a phantom, I want to see it. Even if it's just once."

Dumbledore could look down on everything, but he couldn't let go of his sister's incident.

The ring on the table seemed to be exuding incomparable temptation, as if someone was constantly whispering in his ear.

Wear it, wear it, and you can see anyone you want to see.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's amazing perseverance, someone else might have put it on long ago.

"I'm sick!"

Dudley glared at the ring very impatiently.

It's not like someone is whispering, but the ring is actually whispering in your ear.

"If you push harder, I'll get smashed."

Dudley stared at the ring with a serious look on his face.

However, the ring ignored Dudley at all, and the ever-inspiring voice still floated in his ears.

then

Dudley silently took out a locket from his pocket.

Putting it in his hand and squeezing it slightly, several cracks immediately appeared on the golden pendant box. Countless black smoke overflowed from the box again, and the box also let out a shrill scream.

I don't know if he really listened to Dudley's words or what, but this time, the mysterious whisper really disappeared.

Dudley nodded with satisfaction and put the pendant in his pocket.

"How did you get it?"

Dudley turned his attention to Dumbledore.

Without that bewitching voice, Dumbledore's condition was much better, at least he didn't look at the ring from time to time: "It's strange. One day it appeared inexplicably on the road I must pass and I happened to find it. Got it."

"Hogwarts?"

"No, at the Ministry of Magic."

Hearing this, Dudley breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed.

"Senior Tom really spent a lot of money to deal with you."

It has to be said that Voldemort really discovered Dumbledore's weakness and offered him a bait that he absolutely could not refuse.

Resurrection Stone.

One of the legendary Three Holy Artifacts of Death, it is said to be able to ignore the rules of death and summon the souls of deceased relatives, allowing them to survive in an alternative form.

In fact, it can only summon a phantom that looks like a loved one, and the so-called soul is just a false illusion.

"This ring really cannot be placed here with you. All Horcruxes can be used but not this one."

"you do not believe me?"

Dumbledore asked.

Dudley replied very decisively: "Yes, I don't believe you can bear not to use it."

Dumbledore: "."

This was the first time he was rejected so decisively.

This was also the first time I heard someone say that Dumbledore didn't believe him.

"If I were Senior Tom, I would definitely do some tricks on this ring, that's for sure."

Dumbledore also knew that there must be something wrong with the ring, and Voldemort told you very clearly that he had tampered with the ring.

But can you, Dumbledore, resist wearing it?Can?

Even if the others knew, could they stop Dumbledore?Can?

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Many times conspiracy is more useful than any conspiracy.

At this time, there was the sound of the passage being opened outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

"Albus, are you looking for us?"