Chapter 219: Training Gathering

"By the way, what about the Ministry of Magic matter reported in the newspaper? What did Dumbledore say."

After chatting about the Horcrux matter, Hermione then asked about the matter she wanted John to ask at the beginning.

"Ministry of Magic?"

But as a result, John tilted his head and was stunned first.

After thinking for a long while, John then slapped his forehead and said.

"Ah... I remember, the thing I forgot was this..."

I said why I always felt like I forgot something.

I was busy with the Horcrux and forgot about this.

"......"

Hermione looked at John speechlessly, and finally could only turn into a helpless sigh.

John, who knew he was in the wrong, hurriedly changed the subject, looking around, and looked at the book in Hermione's hand.

Isn't that the "Magic Defense Theory" issued by Umbridge?

"Why are you reading this book?"

"Didn't you say you weren't willing to learn her class?"

Regarding this, Hermione shrugged noncommittally.

"If I don't finish learning the content in the book, how can I refute Umbridge."

"And I found that even this purely theoretical book is advocating that we should practice more."

"Clearly Umbridge herself didn't see through this book at all, or she selectively ignored it."

As expected of a straight-A student, even rebellion is so high-level.

"Alright, you can read this book anytime."

"It's rare for the weather to be so good today, it would be a pity not to go out for a walk."

John rolled over from the table, came to Hermione's side, and directly took Hermione's hand.

Without giving Hermione a chance to refuse, John pulled her up directly.

Then he strode toward the world outside filled with golden light—the sunlight was like melted honey, sticky, warm, and splashed all over them.

Hermione had no choice but to let John pull her along, helplessly accompanying him to wander aimlessly.

College life is still continuing.

But under that sunlight, there are always some shadows that refuse to be quiet.

After John made such a scene last week, although Umbridge didn't get further expansion of power.

But she hated these little wizards like John even more.

Especially John.

Even if she were stupid, she could see that she had been pitted by John.

Now she didn't dare to punish students at will, because as long as she did something that didn't follow the rules, students could write letters to their parents, and parents would immediately write letters to the Ministry of Magic to complain.

As long as she broke out any bad news again, her professor job would be over.

So even if she wanted to make things difficult for John, she had to do it within the rules.

In her Black Magic Defense class, she didn't even bother to maintain that fake smile.

She came up and asked John to stand in front of the podium and recite the third chapter of "Magic Defense Theory" loudly.

John didn't pretend either, and read it quite disgustingly.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with ups and downs, sometimes very softly so it couldn't be heard clearly, sometimes suddenly raising the volume to startle people, all relying on on-the-spot improvisation, reading it quite vividly.

Umbridge's face also turned from pink to green, then from green to purple, looking just like a toad whose neck was being pinched.

But she couldn't find a single fault in John, and had no tricks to deduct points or punish him.

So she simply kept asking John questions one after another.

But as a result, John answered fluently without looking at the book, and it was strictly according to the content of her book.

Afterward, she started to spout nonsense again, insulting Dumbledore and Harry in front of the whole class using the vocabulary in the Daily Prophet, wanting to stir up John's anger, or lead him to refute even a single sentence.

As a result, she didn't scold anyone John cared about, and John directly took the lead and applauded, Professor scolds well! I think so too!

Inside and out, she couldn't find a single fault.

She was so angry that smoke started coming out of her forehead, but she had no way to deal with it.

Anyone with eyes could see that John and Umbridge had completely clashed.

The previous remarks about John taking the initiative to be a dog for Umbridge were also self-defeating.

However, John didn't take Umbridge seriously at all.

After seeing Voldemort's methods with Dumbledore, and then looking at Umbridge's jumping appearance, he finally understood why the Headmaster didn't care about such a small bureaucrat.

If this kind of goods could become Senior Undersecretary, then Minister Fudge probably wasn't much better.

Counting on the Ministry of Magic is useless.

But who is going to supplement the Black Magic Defense part I'm missing?

Umbridge never targeted just John.

There was also Harry.

Last time he was dragged by Snape to practice Occlumency, which caused him to miss Gryffindor's Quidditch training match.

Originally, he was very unhappy about being constantly Legilimized by Snape, and was scolded by the Quidditch captain again, so his mood was very explosive.

So in their Black Magic Defense class, he was broken by Umbridge in two sentences, and then he talked back and was punished in one go.

Once again happily obtained a week of detention.

However, Umbridge shouldn't dare to let Harry use that quill that would hurt himself again.

"Training?"

"Hmm, I plan to organize a gathering, taking time on the weekend to train together with students who want to become stronger."

At night, Hermione came to Ravenclaw to find John and told him about a training matter.

"Umbridge's course is worthless, and you can't learn anything in her class."

"We can't just rely on reading books to become stronger; there will definitely be more dangers to deal with in the future."

I don't know if it's because Umbridge's recent actions are too excessive, or because of the Horcrux mentioned by John last time, she felt urgent.

Hermione didn't want to waste a semester waiting in vain.

"Okay, such a good thing, then I want to participate too."

Regarding this, John naturally wouldn't refuse.

Originally he just read books or practiced meditation on the weekend, so taking a day or half a day for training is also not bad.

"Then which professor should we find to train us? Professor Flitwick or Professor McGonagall?"

John asked with an expectant face.

"Er... no, there is no professor, I hope you will train us..."

?

John was almost choked by his own saliva.

I thought I'd just join the training session to get some practice in, but you actually thought about freeloading off me to be the coach?!

"If we let a professor train us in Black Magic Defense, the nature will change."

"It's no different from openly opposing Umbridge and opposing the Ministry of Magic, and it's very easy to be labeled."

"And the gathering spontaneously formed by our students doesn't have these concerns."

Hermione saw John's confusion and had to explain.

Although that's what she said, John didn't want to be a teacher.

Not to mention whether those senior students are willing to follow the rules for a third-year little wizard like him.

Just talking about himself, whether he can teach people is one thing, mainly he also wants to become stronger quickly.

"I think, letting Senior Harry take this position is more suitable."

"Triwizard Tournament Champion, Hogwarts Networking King, Savior, Voldemort's lifelong enemy."

"With so many buffs, he must be stronger than me—ouch!"

Hermione slapped him accurately on the back of the head.

"If you don't want to go, you don't want to go, why say so much."

"It's not like I'm forcing you."

Hermione said unhappily.

"Ah... so it turns out you can directly refuse..."

John touched the back of his head and laughed dryly.

"Since you don't want it, then we can only let Harry go."

Listening to Hermione's muttering, John asked curiously.

"Then what if Senior Harry doesn't go either?"

"He has to go even if he doesn't want to."

"......"

This differential treatment seems a bit too obvious, but I like it, so...

"Hermione, although I won't be any coach, I can practice with you."

"You know what I mean, just the two of us..."

John smiled and leaned toward Hermione, raising his eyebrows and laughing.

Hearing this, Hermione's little face flushed slightly, understanding John's meaning, but she gave a "Hmph~" and turned her head away.

She didn't agree, but she didn't refuse either. ===== CHAPTER 220 =====