Harry noticed that Van Lin and Hao Min were already standing in a safe corner, and so was Ron, and several people were waiting for him not far away, their coat collars fluttering in the wind.

Harry ran to them as he opened the scroll of paper, and found five words on it—Sirius's handwriting: Today, Old Time, Old Place.

"Hedwig is alright?" Hermione asked worriedly, only now coming to his senses.

"Where did you take it?" Ron asked, "Professor Graplan," Harry said, "and I've seen McGonagall, listen." ”

He relayed what McGonagall had said to them. To his surprise, they weren't shocked. Instead, they exchanged meaningful glances.

"What?" said Harry, turning his gaze from Van Lin to Hermione and back again. "Okay, I was just talking to Ron. What if somebody tried to intercept Hedwig in the middle of the flight? I mean, it had never been injured in a previous flight, had it?"

"Anyway, whose letter is that?" Ron asked, taking the note from Harry's hand.

"Speaking in a nasal voice. Harry reminded softly. "'Old time, old place'?" is he talking about the fire in the department?"

"Obviously," Hermione said, who was also reading the note, and she was a little distraught, "I hope no one else has read it." ”

"But it's still sealed when it comes into my hands," Harry tried to convince himself as hard as she could, "if they don't know where we met him before, then no one knows what it means, does they?"

"I don't know," Hermione said, anxious.

"But what is certain is that someone has already started to block the communications at Hogwarts Castle, and you should have been aware of Harry earlier, since Filch started intercepting our letters......" Van Lin said slowly, "However, I don't think Hedwig has been intercepted, as a snowy owl in the wizarding world, you want to be intercepted unless you go up and catch it yourself." ”

"You mean......" Harry lowered his voice, "you mean Umbridge......"

"I can't guarantee it, but we can't use the owl room, and besides, we can't use Hedwig for sending letters in the future, and I'll call Dobby over when the time comes, and I'll have to work hard. Van Lin said, and when the bell rang again, Van Lin said as he walked forward with the three of them, "It's not difficult to reseal the paper roll with magic, and we don't know if anyone is actually monitoring the fireplace network system, but, there is no doubt that Umbridge's intervention is inevitable, she wants us to lose contact with the outside, or to isolate us, in fact, this is the consequence of being discovered, I think Umbridge is trying to gather information, about Dumbledore." ”

They walked down the stone stairs to take the Potions class, and several of them were distracted. For Van Lin, it was nothing more than a signal, a sign that Umbridge had a big move.

Umbridge couldn't have survived like this, but she hadn't found a sure way to get Dumbledore out of school.

But as they reached the last few steps, they were awakened from their musings by Malfoy's voice.

Malfoy stood outside Snape's classroom door, waving an official document-like parchment, deliberately raising his voice so that they could hear every word clearly.

"Yes, Umbridge gave the Slytherin House permission for the Quidditch team to continue its activities, and I went to apply to her early this morning. And rightfully so, I mean, she knew my father well, and he was in and out of the Ministry of Magic. It's interesting to see if Gryffindor can get the go-ahead to play the game, isn't it?"

"Don't be angry," Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron, it was not a wise thing to have a conflict at this time, but with Harry and Ron's tempers, it was clear that such a frivolous sentence could not be resolved.

They glared at Malfoy, their faces flushed and their fists clenched.

"Calm down, that's what he wants. Van Lin frowned, Malfoy provoked, this thing seems to have not happened for a long time, so, what is the dependence, Umbridge?

"I mean," Malfoy raised his voice a little more, his gray eyes flashing with malice, looking in the direction of the few of them, "If this has something to do with the influence of the Ministry of Magic, I don't think they have much chance. According to my father, they've been looking for reasons to blame Weasley in recent years. The same goes for Potter. My father said it was only a matter of time before he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Diseases. It is clear that they have special protection for people whose heads are confused by magic. ”

Malfoy grimaced, his mouth hanging and his eyes rolling.

Carat and Goyle let out grunts as usual, and Parkinson screamed with joy.

Van Lin blocked Harry with his hand, but before Van Lin could say anything, something seemed to slam into his shoulder, sending him to one side.

Immediately he realized that Neville had just walked past him and rushed straight towards Malfoy.

Van Lin was a little stunned at first, but he was not mentally normal, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic?

Without a doubt, this is definitely Neville's off-limits.

"Neville, don't!" Van Lin sprang forward, grabbing Neville's robes. Neville struggled frantically, his fists fluttering as he desperately tried to get close to Malfoy. Malfoy was horrified.

"Help me!" Van Lin asked Harry for help, and he dragged a hand around Neville's neck and dragged him back away from the people of Slytherin. Goyle and Carat danced their arms and stood in front of Malfoy, ready to fight.

Harry and Ron each grabbed Neville's arm, and together with Verlin, managed to drag Neville back into the Gryffindor line.

Neville's face flushed, and the pressure that Van Lin had imposed on his throat caused him to become rather confused, individual words popping out of his mouth in a jumbled manner.

"Don't, funny, don't, Muggle, show, him. ”

Suddenly, the door to the Potions classroom opened, and Snape appeared. With his dark eyes, he scanned the Gryffindor Junction, where Harry and Ron were scuffling with Neville. At least in Snape's eyes.

"Fighting hard, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, and Al?" said Snape mocking in his cold voice. "Gryffindor deducts ten. Potter, let go of Longbottom, or you'll be confined to prison. Let me in all in!"

A few people let go of Neville, who was out of breath and glared at Van Lin.

"I must stop you, Neville......" Van Lin said breathlessly, picking up his bag, "Carat and Goyle are going to tear you in half, and besides, you're playing into their hands like this, and there's no good ......

Neville didn't seem to think so, though, and this was the first time Neville had lost his temper with Van Lin, and Neville didn't say a word, just snatching his bag and entering the Potions classroom.

"In Merlin's name," Ron said slowly, following Neville, "why is that?"

No one answered. Both Verlin and Harry knew why Neville was distressed by the idea that the brains of the people at Stonewall High had been magically damaged, but he had sworn to Dundelido that Harry would not tell anyone Neville's secrets, and even Neville didn't know that Harry and Van Lin knew about it.

As before, Harry and Ron sat at the back of the class, while Hermione and Verlin were in front of them, pulling out parchment, quills, and a thousand magical herbs and mushrooms. The class was whispering about what I had just done, but when Professor Snape slammed the door shut, everything fell silent.

"You should have noticed," Snape said contemptuously in his deep voice, "we have a guest today. ”

Snape gestured to a dark corner of the dungeon, and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a notepad on her lap.

He glanced over to Ron and Hermione, raising an eyebrow. Snape and Umbridge were two of his most hated teachers. It's hard for him to figure out who he prefers to win.

"We will continue to work on the configuration of the spell removal potion today. You'll see that you've made the same potions as you left over last week, and if they get it right, they should brew by the end of the week...... Description...... "He waved his wand again...... On the blackboard...... Now, go ahead and ......"

With Professor Snape's order, everyone began to get busy, and Van Lin forgot about Neville's displeasure and Umbridge's arrival for a moment.

Speaking of which, the spell-removing potion is a powerful spell-solving potion, suitable for many spells and even black magic, this effect is somewhat similar to the purification potion, except that the spell-removing potion is more targeted and does not require a strong spell-solving technique with magic power.

Professor Umbridge in the corner spent the first half hour of class taking notes, which made Van Lin very comfortable, at least before Umbridge asked questions, Van Lin had basically carried out the final boiling stage, and only needed to control some time.

Harry, on the other hand, listened with great interest as Umbridge asked Snape questions, and his interest caused him to take his medicine lightly.

"Salamander blood, Harry!" Hermione grumbled as she grabbed his wrist to prevent misplacing the medicine a third time, "Not pomegranate juice!"

"Got it," Harry mumbled, as he put down the bottle and continued to look into the corner. Umbridge stood up. Her performance began when she walked to the two tables away from Snape, who was bending over to look at Dean Thomas's boiler.

"Hah," Umbridge sighed softly. "Well, this lesson seems to be appropriate for their level," she said with gusto, behind Snape's back, "but I still doubt it's appropriate to teach them a medicine like a spell removal." I think the Ministry of Magic would consider removing it from the syllabus. ”

Snape slowly straightened up and turned to look at her.

"To date... How many years have you taught at Hogwood?" Umbridge asked, her quill laying flat on the notepad.

"Fourteen years," Snape replied. The expression on his face was unfathomable.

Harry watched as he added a few drops of the medicine, which hissed dangerously and then turned from turquoise to orange.

"As far as I know, you originally applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes," Snape replied calmly.

"But you didn't succeed?"

Snape's lips contorted. "Obviously. ”

There was some sneering laughter in the classroom, and everyone was suffocating.

Professor Umbridge scribbled a few notes on her notepad.

"As far as I know, you've been applying for this position every year since you've been here."

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

"Do you know why Dumbledore kept refusing to give you this position?" asked Umbridge.

"I suggest you ask him personally," Snape said hurriedly.

"Oh, I will," Professor Umbridge said, smiling sweetly.

"I'm guessing that's what the investigation is about?" Snape asked, his dark eyes narrowing.

"Oh, yes," Professor Umbridge said, "yes, the Ministry of Magic knows every teacher's ...... Kindness...... Background" she turned to Pancy Parkinson and asked her questions about the course.

Snape looked over to Harry, and after a few seconds of staring, Harry hurriedly turned his gaze to the potion, which was clumped together and emitted the strong, pungent smell of burnt rubber.

"Well, Potter, you can't score again. Snape's words were hostile. With a flick of his wand, he emptied Harry's boiler. "You write me an article about the correct ingredients of this potion, mark the cause and process of your mistake, and hand it in in the next class, do you know?"

"Yes. Harry said. However, it was still dark to see Snape deflated, but the price was ......

Snape had already given them homework, and on top of that, he had to train in Quidditch this evening. That meant he had to spend many more sleepless nights.

Now that I think about it, it's unbelievable how happy he was when he woke up in the morning. Now he hopes in his heart that the day will end soon.

"Maybe I'll miss the divination class. He had a gloomy face. After lunch they stood in the courtyard, letting the wind whipped the brims of their robes and hats. "I want to pretend to be sick, so I can finish the essay that Professor Snape has assigned in class time. Then I won't have to stay up late. ”

"You can't skip class. Hermione's expression was solemn.

"Listen, you and Van Lin have quit divination class, you hate Trauni"

"I don't hate her," Hermione said arrogantly, "I just think she's a complete monstrous teacher and a complete old liar. But you've missed the history of magic, so I don't think he should miss any more classes today. ”