"Professor Lupin, do you have any questions about the content I'm teaching in class?"

Professor Umbridge said, revealing her sharp, small teeth, "I am teaching according to the Ministry of Magic's recommended Defense Against the Dark Arts guidance books, which are the conclusions reached after discussions by experts from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. I personally agree with Mr. Wilbert Slinkhard's point of view in *Defensive Magical Theory*."

"No, it's not about the content of this textbook." Professor Lupin said.

Wilbert Slinkhard was a wizard with considerable fame in the magical world. As a pacifist, he advocated dealing with conflicts through non-violent means and opposed the use of offensive spells, even for defensive purposes.

On the other hand, he also put this philosophy into practice, constantly traveling around the magical world to mediate conflicts.

Thanks to Wilbert's tireless efforts and appeals, conflicts between wizards and other magical races have been significantly restrained and reduced in the last hundred years. A few years ago, this wizard even received a Merlin Order of the First Class for this.

"Oh, wonderful, it seems we should be in agreement then."

Professor Umbridge grinned so sickeningly, as if she had just swallowed a particularly delicious and juicy fly.

"You see, I am strictly teaching according to the content of *Defensive Magical Theory*—there are no excesses or errors. Instead of learning how to fight, I think the little ones should first understand which behaviors are appropriate."

"I'm sorry, I don't entirely agree with that." Professor Lupin said.

Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows, looking at the somewhat haggard man with a meaningful gaze.

"Do you think we should train students like soldiers, first teaching them how to harm others with magic?"

"It's just learning some defensive spells, it's not as serious as you make it sound." Professor Lupin said.

"Well, Mr. Lupin, I think the advice of the experts from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad is very clear—before learning how to use a wand to cast spells on others, wizards should first understand when they can use a wand."

Professor Umbridge's short, stubby fingers crossed on the desk, speaking in a firm, affected tone.

"As far as I know, most of the dark wizards who cause severe harm gradually become dangerous in this very course."

"However, I don't agree with that view."

Professor Lupin said bluntly, looking seriously at the pink toad.

"In my opinion, only by learning how to protect oneself first, does one have the qualifications and leisure to think about how to avoid harming others as much as possible while protecting oneself. Also, as the current head of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, I believe the teaching plans for each grade should be a whole—Professor Umbridge, I hope you will include defensive spell teaching in your class."

A brief silence, and the smile reappeared on Professor Umbridge's face.

"Hope? Well, before that, I have a small question."

Professor Umbridge's baggy eyes scanned Professor Lupin, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Remus Lupin, do you think you are questioning someone's judgment? The Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or are you targeting the teaching guidance of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge?"

"When students are attacked, I want them to be able to protect themselves, not helplessly wait for rescue."

Professor Lupin looked calmly at Umbridge, answering in an assertive tone.

"This is based on the duty of a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Hogwarts is a place to teach students magic. We should let them understand what they are facing, instead of actively removing their armor and vigilance without knowing anything."

"Attacked?"

Professor Umbridge repeated with a soft laugh, looking at Professor Lupin with a playful gaze.

"Oh dear, I can't imagine that in Hogwarts, in my class, there would be a situation where students need to use defensive spells... Oh, that's right, you did remind me, if there is any danger in this castle..."

As she spoke, she smiled at Professor Lupin in that particularly annoying way, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is indeed quite dangerous, don't you think? The harmless, kind, and safe Professor Lupin."

"Hogwarts has many Potions Masters, I take Wolfsbane Potion on time—"

Professor Umbridge's voice drowned out Professor Lupin's voice.

"I respect and believe Professor Dumbledore's explanation and haven't interfered too much in this matter."

She said, with a hypocritical smile on her face, stretching her wide mouth even wider.

"Therefore, Leos Lupin, you better not tell me what to do here. If I remember correctly, according to the rules of Hogwarts, unless the school board removes me from my position, no one can interfere with a professor's teaching method in class, not even Professor Dumbledore—or should I say..."

She let out a piercing laugh, "Do you want me to teach students how to hunt werewolves?"

"As far as I know, Ms. Umbridge, the Ministry of Magic has not prohibited werewolves from living in the magical society. According to the signed content of the *Werewolf Code of Conduct*, werewolves can safely and legally live with wizards."

Professor Lupin's face instantly turned cold, speaking in a stiff tone.

For a long time, the wizarding society has generally been full of disgust and fear for werewolves. People seem to think that even werewolves in human form can be dangerous. It is well known that werewolves are not accepted by society and are often discriminated against in the magical world.

Even though the Ministry of Magic has opened a Werewolf Affairs Office, this contradiction and estrangement has not improved much.

The British Ministry of Magic's policies towards werewolves have always seemed ignorant and arrogant.

The Ministry of Magic hopes that werewolves can voluntarily register and sign a commitment to ensure that they will not attack others.

But in fact, no wizard is willing to walk into the Ministry of Magic to admit that he is a werewolf, and few are willing to sign this one-sided commitment, even after the invention of Wolfsbane Potion, discrimination against werewolves in the magical world has never stopped.

Ministry of Magic official Lyall Lupin once said that werewolves are: "soulless evil creatures, they deserve to die."

This prejudiced remark eventually reached the ears of werewolf Fenrir Greyback. Out of revenge, Greyback broke into the bedroom through the window and bit his four-year-old son, Leos Lupin, who became a werewolf from then on.

"Just allowing cohabitation doesn't mean equal rights... there are many differences between the two."

Professor Umbridge said contemptuously, with a hateful smile of victory on her face.

"Whether it is about the rules and regulations of Hogwarts, or the laws of life in the wizarding society, Professor Lupin, you obviously need to understand them well. In short, if there are no other questions—"

Professor Umbridge leaned back in her chair, gesturing towards the door with her short, stubby fingers.

"That's right, the professors of Hogwarts can freely arrange their own teaching plans..."

Professor Lupin did not move, sighing softly—which was why he had to come.

"But as the head of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, I have the right to make some adjustments to the teaching arrangements of the assigned professors and grades. Starting this week, your scheduled teaching time will be reduced by half, and I will take over."

Professor Umbridge raised her eyes.

"Let me remind you, Mr. Lupin, you may not always be teaching here." she said softly.

"Oh, really? Then I have to do more right things."

Lupin said, nodding thoughtfully, and answering softly with a serious face.

"As a professor at Hogwarts, I have to be responsible for the students. At least when I am still here, I don't want the students' most precious time to be wasted on rigid preaching and copying books mixed with political factors."

The office was silent and still, Umbridge narrowed her eyes, staring at the haggard, pale young wizard.

"I see, it seems I have no choice? The esteemed Professor Lupin."

Professor Umbridge said softly in a frighteningly affectionate voice.

She stood up, leaning forward, with her two short, stubby hands pressed on the desk.

"To be honest, this is not a wise approach, we can have a more stable and hidden solution, you can continue to be a well-respected Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts—"

"This is your upcoming schedule, I have integrated the time, and it will not affect the students' schedules."

Professor Lupin finished speaking in one breath, took out a piece of parchment and placed it on the desk, without even looking at Umbridge.

"Just as I said just now, you can continue to implement the Ministry of Magic's guidelines in class, but from now on, your class time for each grade each week will be reduced to half of the original. I will teach the students the remaining practical part."

"So, how do you plan to explain this to the students and professors?" Umbridge said coldly.

"Course adjustment, due to the Undersecretary's busy schedule—as for the rest, you can figure it out yourself."

Leos Lupin said without hesitation, as if he was prepared for this.

"As the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, I presume I don't need to help you devise and organize your language in this regard?"

Regarding the confrontation tonight, although Professor Dumbledore did not give a corresponding conclusion, Professor Apocalis, who was sitting in the office, gave a lot of constructive suggestions: give them a step down, and the politicians will solve it themselves.

"Good, very good..."

Professor Umbridge's face was expressionless.

For a moment, Professor Lupin thought she was going to scream at him, but then she smiled and said softly in that most gentle, most affected, little-girl-like voice.

"I understand, Professor Lupin, I do have a lot of backlog of affairs that have not been dealt with—"

Professor Umbridge picked up the parchment placed in front of her, spread it out in front of her and looked at it carefully, making a praiseworthy and polite appearance, "Then may I ask if there is anything else, Professor Lupin?"

"Nothing for now, Professor Umbridge."

Professor Lupin replied coldly, turned around and left the office.

Bang!

As Professor Lupin's figure disappeared at the door, after waiting for a few seconds, Dolores Umbridge grabbed a vase and smashed it against the wall, her pale, fleshy cheeks full of gloomy and vicious expressions.

"Damn, dangerous, filthy half-breed—"

Umbridge stared fiercely at the parchment left by Lupin, cursing viciously for a while, then suddenly narrowed her eyes.

She suddenly thought of a wonderful draft that she hadn't had time to complete before.

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Dolores Umbridge suddenly stood up, found a stack of parchment from the drawer behind her, spread it out on the desk, dipped her quill pen in the ink bottle, and wrote hastily, her eyes flashing with sinister pleasure.

She had drafted a bill on anti-werewolf legislation some time ago, and now it was time to continue optimizing and promoting it.

Those damn half-breeds should never have been qualified to enter civilized society in the first place.

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At the same time, the academy city area on the outskirts of Hogwarts.

Compared to grammar class and mathematics class, alchemy, which has been stagnant for nearly four centuries, is not so easy to restore.

If it was just a simple discussion of elementary theory like before, it would still be possible to repeat the experiments one by one according to those ancient books, but that would only present the surface phenomenon and could not be truly called knowledge.

On the other hand, non-magical chemical theories are not entirely applicable at the magical level.

Just like the difference between potions and cooking, there are also many differences between alchemy and modern chemistry. Arbitrarily discarding one of the results is an incomplete and contradictory world cognition and knowledge inheritance system.

Therefore, Elena found Nicolas Flamel and relevant scholars from the former Soviet Union to jointly sort out a new magical alchemy system.

Unlike the gap of the magical civilization being superior a thousand years ago.

With the progress of the times, the scientific level of the non-magical world has gradually reached a position where it can communicate with some magic on an equal footing, and chemistry, which was originally derived and differentiated from alchemy, has a unique advantage in this aspect of integration.

"This should be enough, right, as a basic theory."

Nicolas Flamel straightened up, looking at the thick stack of documents in front of him with a complex expression.

After more than a month of collaborative sorting, he and those respectable Muggle scholars have completed the first scientific and magical civilization intersection in a thousand years based on the knowledge systems of both parties, combining and screening out those similar and connected places.

Beside Nicolas Flamel, a burly, balding old man crossed his arms, saying somewhat uncertainly.

"It's relatively simple, but at least there are no points of contention. I think this content can last for at least half a semester... At least based on my previous experience working at the Mendeleev Institute, it takes newcomers at least half a year to fully understand these theories."

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone... In other words, we can finally start alchemy classes at Hogwarts? That's great!"

Elena carefully flipped through those valuable manuscripts, raised her head, and asked the group of old people in an excited tone.

"Then, one last question, have you discussed and decided on the professor candidates for the first round of teaching?"

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Hooray! Normal 4000-word updates are back! Recently, I have been adjusting the writing and narrative style, trying to make the rhythm and story look more smooth and the content richer, so I wrote a little less some time ago~ Sorry, I'm a pigeon~