Harry let go of his hand, and Neville stood panting, glaring at him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Why are you stopping me?" he asked angrily.

"I have to stop you!" Harry said breathlessly, picking up his bag, "or Crabbe and Goyle will tear you apart." ”

"Neville, we're ......" Hermione paused, not knowing what to say.

She wasn't supposed to be here talking about Neville's parents, it was supposed to be kept secret, they had sworn not to tell anyone.

Hermione wanted to say she understood Neville, but could they really understand Neville's pain? The answer was clearly no......

Neville didn't speak, grabbed his bag, and strode into the basement classroom.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other, uneasy about Neville's state, and followed into the classroom.

They sat down in their old seats in the back row of the classroom, pulling out parchment, quills, and the textbook "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms," as the students around them exchanged ear to ear about Neville's behavior.

But when Snape closed the door to the basement classroom, there was a heavy echo, and the class fell silent.

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

He pointed to the dimly lit corner, and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a clipboard on his lap.

"It's Umbridge!" he glanced at Ron and Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

Snape and Umbridge, two of his most hated teachers, had a hard time deciding who he wanted to have the upper hand.

Umbridge seemed to be recovered, and there was no trace of being cleaned by Evan at all, and she was still as annoying as before.

"Continue to dispense the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture you left over from the last class, if it is right, it should be done after the end of the week, and the operation method is on the blackboard. He waved his wand again, and rows of text appeared on the blackboard, "Start now." ”

Umbridge hadn't given up on her professor's evaluation, and resumed the work on the first day after her return.

She had included Snape in the assessment this time, knowing that she had never been to Potions class before.

Snape's class was like this, no one was allowed to speak or ask questions, not even a potions textbook, all the steps were written on the blackboard, only a copy of "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" was needed to help you know the specific use of herbs.

Most of Snape's recipes were a bit different from the books, and Evan said that he had improved them to make potions more efficiently, and he had asked Percy to study his Potions notes.

But Harry was skeptical, because he was never worthy, and it would be better to go back and follow the textbook.

Professor Umbridge spent the first half hour taking notes in the corner and did not speak.

Harry was so bent on hearing her question to Snape that he was careless in dispensing the medicine.

"Salamander blood, Harry!" Hermione shouted, grabbing his wrist to keep him from adding the wrong ingredient a third time, "You're mistaken, it's not pomegranate juice!"

"Okay. Harry said absentmindedly, putting down the bottle and continuing to look into the corner where Umbridge had just stood up.

She walked between the two rows of tables to Snape, who was leaning over to examine Dean Thomas's cauldron.

"Gee, this class seems to be pretty well learned!" she said briskly into Snape's back, "but I doubt it's advisable to teach them potions like enhancers, I think the department would want to cut it out of the curriculum, it's too profound!"

Snape straightened up and turned to look at her.

"Potions of this difficulty should be re-learned in the class of the Advanced Wizard Registration Exam, and I think they should be learning how to prepare the antidote now. Umbridge continued.

"It was a first-year class, and as a Potions professor, I decided what to teach my class. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't agree with you," Umbridge said, beginning to write on his clipboard, "now is not the time to talk about it, but I can tell you that the Ministry of Magic will soon be overhauling all aspects of the Hogwarts textbook, and we'll ask experts to carefully study what students in each grade should learn, not for the professors to determine for themselves." Okay, please answer me, how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

"Fourteen years. Snape's expression was unfathomable.

Harry stared at him intently, adding a few drops of liquid, and the potion sizzled horribly, turning from turquoise to orange.

"I heard you applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes. Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

"It's obvious. Snape pouted.

"But why? It's really strange that there are very few professorships in this subject. Professor Umbridge scribbled on his clipboard, "You've applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts many times since you came in, haven't you?"

"Yes. Snape whispered, his lips barely moving. He looked annoyed.

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you go and ask him. Snape replied stiffly.

"I will. Professor Umbridge smiled and said, "Well, I heard you're still a Potions Master?" as far as I know, there are very few wizards with this kind of title these days, can you show me a hand?

"No!" said Snape coldly, his dark eyes narrowed, "does it matter?"

"Yes," said Umbridge, "the ministry wants to know all about the background and abilities of the teachers, and if you can't prove yourself, it's a minus, and I have to warn you that I'll look up the results of the research you submitted when you got the title, and hopefully it will stand up to the test of the experts." ”

She turned and walked away, paced up to Pansy Parkinson, and began asking her about the lesson.

Snape looked back at Harry, and their eyes briefly met, and Harry hurriedly lowered his gaze to look at his potion.

It had now condensed into a filthy monolith, emitting a nastinous smell of burnt rubber.

"Zero again, Potter. Snape said viciously, and with a wave of his wand emptied Harry's cauldron, "You write me an article on the correct preparation of this potion, indicating what you did wrong and why you were wrong, and hand it in in the next lesson, do you understand?"

"Understood. Harry said angrily.

With a smile on his face, Umbridge watched Snape's attitude towards Harry and did not stop.

She just jotted something down quickly on the clipboard, not knowing if it was a minus or a plus......