Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry let go and Neville stood there gasping and looked at him angrily.

“Why are you stopping me?” He asked angrily.

“I must stop you!” Harry gasps, picking up the bag, "or Krabs and Gore will tear you apart. ”

“Neville, we...” Hermione stopped, wondering what to say.

She should not be here to talk about Neville's parents, which should be kept confidential and they swore not to tell anyone.

Hermione wants to say she understands Neville, but can they really understand Neville's pain? The answer is obviously no...

Neville didn't talk, grabbed his own bag and walked into the basement.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other and were disturbed by Neville's condition, and walked into the classroom.

They sat in the old seats in the back of the classroom, pulled out parchment paper, feather pens and the textbook "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", and all the students around them talked each other over about what Navi had just done.

But when Snape closed the basement classroom door and echoed heavily, the whole of Banton quieted down.

“You'll find out.” Snape said in his low, sarcastic tone, "We have a guest today. ”

He pointed to the dark corner and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a writing board on his leg.

“It's Umbridge!” He shook Ron and Hermione and raised his eyebrows.

Snape and Umbridge, his two most annoying teachers, had difficulty deciding who he wanted to prevail.

Umbridge appears to have recovered, not a trace of Ivan's manipulation at all, or is he as annoying as he was before.

“Continuing with the booster today, you'll see the mix you left behind from your lesson, and if it's right, it should be after a weekend, and the method is on the blackboard.” He waved the wand again, and a row of words appeared on the blackboard, "now begins. ”

Umbridge had not given up her assessment of the professor and had resumed the work on the first day after her return.

She also included Snape in the exam this time, you know, she's never been to a potion class before.

Snape's classes are like this, no one can talk or ask questions, even the magic books don't have to be opened, the steps are all written on the blackboard, just a copy of "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" is needed to assist, know the specific use of herbs.

Most of the brewing formulas Snape gave were a little different from the books, and Ivan said they were his improvements, which allowed him to configure his potions more efficiently, and he specifically asked Percy to take notes from his potion class to study them.

But Harry doubted it, because he was never good enough, so it would be better if he went back and looked at the textbooks.

Professor Umbridge took notes in the corner for the first half hour without speaking.

Harry wanted to hear her ask Snape questions so carelessly when dispensing the medicine.

“Fire lizard blood, Harry!” Hermione screamed, grabbing his wrist and not letting him add the wrong ingredient for the third time, "you're mistaken, not pomegranate juice! ”

“Okay.” Harry said distractedly, dropping the bottle and keeping an eye on the corner, Umbridge just stood up.

She walked from two rows of tables to Snape as Snape leaned over to see Dean Thomas' crucible.

“Oops, this class seems to be learning a lot!” She said softly to Snape's back, "but I doubt if it would be advisable to teach them such an enhancer, and I think the department would want to remove it from the curriculum, it's too deep! ”

Snape stood up slowly and turned to look at her.

“Enhancers, a tricky drug, should be taught in advanced wizard registration exam classes, and let me see, what they should now learn is how to configure the antidote.” Umbridge continued.

“That's a first-year course, and as a magic class professor, it's up to me to decide what to teach my class. ”

“I'm sorry, I can't agree with you about that! Umrich said, beginning to record on the writing board," This is not the time to talk about it, but I can tell you a little bit, and you will soon find out that the Ministry of Magic is going to undertake a comprehensive reform of the Hogwarts textbook content, and we will ask the experts to carefully study what students should learn in each grade, rather than leaving it up to the professors themselves to decide. All right, answer me, how long have you been teaching Hogwarts? ”

Fourteen years. ”Snape's expression is unpredictable.

Harry stared at him, adding a few drops of liquid, and the potion made a terrible noise, turning from green to orange.

“I heard you applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?” Professor Umbridge asks Snape.

“Yes,” Snape whispered.

“but didn't apply? ”

“Obviously.” Snape kept his mouth shut.

“But why? It is indeed strange that the professorship in this course is very vacant.” Professor Umbridge brushed on the writing board and wrote, "You've applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you went to school, haven't you? ”

“Yes.” Snape whispered, his lips barely moving. He seemed angry.

“Do you know why Dumbledore has repeatedly refused to use you?” Umbridge asked.

“I suggest you ask him.” Snepson answered hard.

“I will.” Professor Umbridge smiled, “Well, I hear you're still a master of magic? As far as I know, there aren't many wizards with that title anymore. Can you show me your hand? Configure highly challenging agents? ”

“No!” Snape coldly said, his dark eyes stitched up, “does that matter? ”

“Yes!” The Ministry wants a comprehensive understanding of the background and competencies of teachers. If you can't prove yourself, this is a subtraction, and I have to remind you that I will look into the results of the research submitted when you get this title, hoping to withstand expert tests. ”

She turned around and walked over to Pensie Parkinson and began to ask her about the course.

Snape looked back at Harry, his eyes briefly crossed, and Harry looked down at his potion.

It has now condensed into a turbid, burning smell of sniffled rubber.

“Zero again, Porter.” Snape said viciously that the wand emptied Harry's crucible, "you write me an article on the correct formulation of this drug, indicating what you are wrong, why you are wrong, next lesson hand it over, you understand? ”

“Understood.” Harry said angrily.

Umbridge had a smile on his face and watched Snape's attitude towards Harry without stopping it.

She just quickly recorded something on the tablet, wondering if it was a subtraction or an addition...