Unfortunately, today is a small chapter (On Webnovel).
Message to my patrons: I haven't forgotten about Umbridge. Soon she will help us a lot in *spoiler*, hehe.
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I raised my hand again.
"Do you have any questions, Mr. Knight?" the professor looked at me with a smile.
"Just one. I'm sure that not everyone after Hogwarts will go to work in the Ministry or somewhere else. For sure, some will want to continue their studies in more narrow specialties, go to an apprentice, and further. How valuable are the estimates of O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s in this case?"
"This is a very correct question. Indeed, some students have the misconception that a personal apprenticeship does not depend on grades on such important exams. I consider it my duty to dispel these misconceptions. How do you present a letter to a master who, as it seems to you, is simply obliged to take you as an apprentice? What will you write? «I have very bad grades, but don't believe them, I am a good, literate and educated wizard»? Do not be surprised later that you may not be needed by anyone as a student. Do you have any more questions? No?"
"No, Professor Umbridge," we answered in unison.
"Wonderful. And now," the professor smiled again. "After all, we open the textbook on the fifth page and make an effort, reading and realizing what is written."
After such a productive lesson, we went to dinner, and then only Hermione and I went to the Chamber of Secrets. The girl, it turns out, unlike me, prepared a small modest tent where we could study theory. As for the spells, we can practice them outside the tent. It was in this tent that we sat at the table opposite each other, making our personal notes.
"Max," Hermione put down her fountain pen and looked at me.
"Yes?"
"Why did you put on this show at DADA?"
"Didn't you see where everything was going?"
"Scandal, screams, discontent."
"That's right. Now, perhaps, some will understand the importance of theory".
"Do you think it will prevent them from arranging something … crazy," the girl twisted her hand in the air.
"No, I don't think so. But now they won't at least try to sabotage Umbridge. We don't need a vindictive, nasty bitch from the Ministry, who loves and knows how to work with children at the level of Snape."
"Um?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.
"She expects from us what she is used to - following strict rules, subordination, completing the task just because they said so from above. This does not work with children."
"We'll see. But you know, Max, I don't think that this will stop them from acting rashly."
"I will hope that they will not create some kind of club «Students against the minister», and in the end, everyone will be punished because of them."
After working on theory and a little practice, we, under all sorts of spells of concealment and disguise, returned to the Gryffindor's common room, where the lesson from the new professor DADA was vividly discussed. Classmates vividly shared the experiment's results, and those who were younger delved into it, although at first, skepticism was read in their eyes. It seems that the junior year program is similar to ours.
As always, Hermione and I took our sofa, and I once again settled my head more comfortably on the girl's legs. Thoughts from the successfully passed day slipped to another topic. Hermione is both smart and beautiful. Constant physical training has an extremely positive effect on the body and figure... But I still perceive her too ... Like an old man, or what? When there's no more passion or anything. When you're just comfortable around her, and you don't really need anything. It seems that everything is so, but it is not. I don't want to walk everywhere holding hands and cuddling in corners. Delphine is perceived brighter, though without any subtext. I need some kind of shake-up, yes. A joint "wild action." I need to think about that. I need to organize an Incredible Adventure.