The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts - Vol 5 Chapter 102: Ron: Hermione is my goddess!

“I remember,” Draco looked at Ron suspiciously, “Last semester, you and Pot got very close.”

This reminded Seamus, he nodded and said, “There was indeed a period of time when you and Potter were almost inseparable.”

“Percy asked me to be friends with Harry. You know, Percy likes to befriend famous wizards.”

Ron hurriedly found an excuse to prevaricate. Before meeting Harry, he didn’t want his classmates to know what Harry had done, otherwise he would have no leverage to blackmail Harry.

“Oh no,” Dean screamed suddenly, picked up a pile of notes and ran outside, shouting without looking back: “Go, the class in the afternoon is Pink Toad’s Defense Against the Dark Arts!”

Draco and Seamus’ expressions changed, and they jumped out of bed in a hurry, ignoring the authenticity of Ron’s words.

“Hurry up Ron,” Seamus reminded kindly, “don’t get caught by that toad.”

“What?” Ron was surprised again, “Shouldn’t second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts be on Wednesday or Friday?”

“Can you expect a wizard with the title of headmaster and professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts to only have two classes a week?” Draco snorted coldly.

“She can’t wait to turn all the magic classes at Hogwarts into Defense Against the Dark Arts classes!”

“Okay,” Ron conceded, “Obviously I just took half a year of sick leave, but it feels like half a century has passed, who can be merciful and tell me which book I need to bring?”

“You don’t need to bring anything, except the shorthand quill and notebook.” Seamus dragged Ron out of the dormitory.

The four little lions in the second grade hurried, but they were still late.

Running into the classroom on the third floor, he met Umbridge’s cold gaze head-on.

Umbridge ejected four quills on the podium.

“Gryffindors who are late, please write ‘I will not be late again’, let’s get started.”

With a sweet voice, she smiled and said to Draco and the others.

Ron thought to himself: Isn’t it a punishment for copying, I thought it was terrible.

Ron went up first and froze when he saw the quill, no ink.

Instead, the three of Draco skillfully took the quills away, walked to the last row of the classroom, and began to write.

“How do you write without ink?” Ron whispered to Seamus next to him.

“Written on the hand.” Seamus gritted his teeth and Ron saw a blurred line of writing on the back of Seamus’ left hand.

What was written can no longer be seen clearly, but the traces left indicate what kind of blood was dripping at that time.

“We all have. Almost every student here has been punished.”

Dean said holding a pen in his right hand and wrote “I will never be late again” on the back of his left hand. Suddenly, a faint trace of writing appeared on his skin.

Ron understood, and picked up the quill tremblingly, but he didn’t have the courage to write the punishment on the back of his hand.

“Damn it, this is Hogwarts? It’s even worse than execution!” Ron said as he was about to throw the quill on the ground.

“I advise you not to do that, look more clearly, Hogwarts has changed.” Draco said quietly.

Ron glanced around, eyes widening in astonishment.

The once-bright classrooms now had black marble floors and portraits of wizards and wizards on the walls—Ron had never seen them.

Umbridge sat on a high-legged chair on the podium, looking down on the little wizard below.

All this made Ron couldn’t believe his eyes. Compared with the professor, this place is more, more like…

By the way, it’s more like the court where the Ministry of Magic tries prisoners! This is it.

Ron finally found a suitable metaphor from his barren brain, but his mood sank to the bottom.

Even the little wizard in the classroom has become strange!

At a glance, Ron saw that students in red school robes and blue school robes were sitting on both sides separately.

Gryffindor… and Ravenclaw?

“Why, Seamus? Aren’t we taking Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin?”

“Since warriors come from Gryffindor and Slytherin, Pink Toad tries to use Gryffindor and Slytherin to beat Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.”

“We have classes with Ravenclaws, Slytherins with Hufflepuffs, whatever class, that’s it.”

Seamus didn’t move his mouth, but he explained clearly, obviously he had a lot of experience in small talk.

Ron couldn’t accept it for a while. He had planned to talk to Harry, but now it seemed that the plan fell through.

Wait, who is that?

Ron saw a girl in the front row of the classroom enter.

Long light brown hair hangs over his shoulders, and the wide school robe can’t hide the slender waist and back. The side face that is occasionally revealed between the pages of the book is so delicate that it can be seen at a glance in a group of ten thousand people.

“Extreme witch!”

“who is she?”

“When did Ravenclaw have such a superb girl!”

Ron was stunned, and a feeling of ready to move came to his brain.

Suddenly, Umbridge stood up, and Ron shrank his head back in fright.

She waved a stubby black wand and pointed at the blackboard, and lines of text appeared one after another.

“Student Granger, please read aloud, from the 1st natural paragraph to the 7th natural paragraph of Section 8 of “Defense Against the Dark Arts Theoretical Knowledge”.”

Then, when Ron saw the girl who occupied his whole mind just now, Shi Shiran stood up, looking slim.

“According to the “Education Order No. 25″ promulgated by the Ministry of Magic, this article is used to guide Hogwarts second-year students in the theoretical knowledge of defense against the dark arts.”

“Under the protection of the Ministry of Magic, students in a peaceful society do not need to fight black magic. The cost of practicing magic spells needs theoretical knowledge to make up for it.”

“First of all, different from practice, theoretical guidance requires every student to relax and calm down…”

Hermione’s voice was like clear spring water, sweet and caring.

It adds a touch of warmth to the empty and cold theoretical knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Regardless of the little lion of Gryffindor or the little eagle of Ravenclaw, they were all immersed in Hermione’s recitation, as if a paradise appeared before their eyes, and their mood drifted to the distance with Hermione’s soft voice.

Ron felt like he had entered a big honey pot, and Hermione’s voice seemed to have a strange magic power, which made him feel comfortable.

He also noticed that he wasn’t the only one like this, but everyone—Umbridge also became less disgusting, she seemed to be in a daze?

Coherent and clear language came out of Hermione’s mouth slowly.

From the bottom of her heart, she didn’t want such stupid teaching materials to appear in Hogwarts, a holy place of magic, but she learned to bear it.

Hermione also rebelled against Umbridge in class, and finally she changed, comforting her classmates in her own way and secretly building confidence.

Sentiment was added to the Loud Voice charm, the first one Hermione improved upon.

There are many people behind the spell. Professor Flitwick provided technical support, and Professor Snape provided the emotional potion that kept Hermione calm.

Hermione gained the respect and help of Hogwarts teachers and students in her own way.

“I don’t know where your fantasies have drifted to? But the motivation for me to persevere is to wait for Brother Moriarty.”

Whenever Hermione read “Theoretical Knowledge” aloud, Hermione always cheered herself up like this.

After the ten-minute recitation ended, the classroom was peaceful.

Umbridge was also lost in his own thoughts.

Ron stared at Hermione without blinking, his heart was beating wildly, and he confirmed his eyes, you are my goddess!

He poked Seamus, and it took him a lot of poking to wake Seamus up.

“What are you doing?” Seamus looked dissatisfied, “Miss Passerby’s recitation is very rare. My heart has been soothed like never before. It’s all your fault for destroying this beauty.”

“She’s the know-it-all lady you said…leading the whole school?” Ron opened his mouth in shock.

Then he was ecstatic, and his eyes suddenly became greedy.

“Good brother, you need me to help me chase her.”

“What?” Seamus suspected he had heard it wrong, “What did you say?”

“I want to chase Granger, UU reading www.uukanshu.com you help me.” Ron said to his three roommates, his face was full of excitement.

However, what his roommate said made him feel like falling into an ice cave in an instant.

“Are you sick again? Do you know who Miss Know-it-all’s interested in?”

Seamus looked at Ron warily.

“Stay away from our goddess!”

Dean looked angry, as if Ron had done something terribly offensive.

“The existence of Granger is the driving force for us to persevere. Almost every boy thinks that Granger is the goddess of Hogwarts. Put away your dirty thoughts—if you don’t want to be isolated and beaten.”

Draco said coldly that he now saw who Ron was.

(Ron continues to die)

(end of this chapter)