"Can you read?"

The joke seemed to be very funny, and Malfoy laughed back and forth anyway, and the few people in Van Lin couldn't help but snort.

"Yes, I will," Harry said, his fingers firmly gripping his wand.

"Read line 3 of the material, Potter. ”

"Add the moonstone powder, turn it counterclockwise 3 times, cook slowly for 7 minutes, and then add two teaspoons of dodder juice. ”

Harry's heart sank. He didn't add dodder juice, but when he had cooked it for seven minutes, he started adding the ingredients for row 4.

"Did you do everything in line 3, Potter?"

"No," Harry said calmly, Snape was like that, even if he was said every time, there was a reason, and even if he didn't, he could find it, not to mention that it was what Snape was best at.

"Could you please say it again?"

"No," Harry said, louder. "I didn't add dodder juice. ”

"I know you added it, Potter, and that means it's completely scrapped. ”

With a pop, Harry's list of potions vanished, and he stood stupidly behind the empty cauldron.

"You have to read the instructions carefully, fill a flask with your potions, put your names on the label, and put them on my desk to test,"

Snape said slowly, "Homework: 2 inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its role in potions, Thursday. ”

Harry cleaned up his stuff while everyone was filling the flasks, and he was angry. In fact, his potion was no worse than Ron's, who was pouring out some of the bad eggs that were stinking, or Neville's, who was finishing the freshly stirred cement and digging out his atmospheric pot; However, he, Harry, will score zero points today.

He put his wand in his bag and sat down in his chair to see the jugs of wine on everyone's and Snape's desks, and when the bell rang, Harry was the first to rush out of the classroom and start his lunch on time.

The ceiling turned a darker gray than in the morning. Raindrops whipped at the windows.

"It's not fair," Hermione said comfortingly, sitting to Harry's left and eating the mutton pie. "Your potion is no worse than Goyle's, and when he put the potion into the flask, everything shattered, and his gown caught fire. ”

"Ah, yes," Harry said, glaring hard at his plate, "Snape has never treated me fairly. ”

None of the others answered. Several of them knew that the animosity between Snape and Harry had been going on since Harry had come to Hogwarts.

"I think he'll probably be a little better this year," Hermione said disappointedly. "I mean, you know. ”

She looked around cautiously, and there were still half a dozen empty seats next to them when no one had passed the table.

"Now he's a member of the Phoenix Order. ”

"But that doesn't change the way they get along," Ron said with rare sense. "Anyway, I always thought that Dumbledore wouldn't believe Snape. What proof is there that he doesn't work for Mystic anymore?"

"I think Dumbledore has enough proof, even though he won't let you know, Ron. Van Lin said sternly.

"You're just defending Snape, because he's taught you. ”

"Van Lin is just telling the truth. Hermione said, "Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing this." ”

"That's enough, you guys. ”

Hermione and Ron froze, looking at each other resentfully.

"Can't you just take a break?" said Harry, "you two always have something to quarrel about, and I'm going to go crazy! And you, Van Lin, how could you join in?"

Then Harry threw down his mutton pie and picked up his bag and left them to sit there. He walked up the marble staircase in three steps and two steps, past many students who were on their way to lunch.

He was still very angry, he was very angry with the constant arguments between Ron and Hermione, and even implicated Verlin this time, and Harry felt that he was really unlucky today.

Regardless of them, he thought, why couldn't they stop for a moment. Non-stop quarrels. That's enough for anyone to hit the wall.

As he passed by a large portrait of Mr. Cadmas, Mr. Cadmas drew his sword and swung it fiercely at Harry, who ignored him.

"Come back, you despicable dog, stop, fight me!" Mr. Cadmas yelled in a deep voice behind the armor, but Harry walked and was stopped by the inhabitant of the painting, a huge, angry-looking hound, when Mr. Cadmas tried to run to a nearby painting to catch up with him.

Harry spent the rest of his time sitting alone under the trapdoor in the North Tower. As a result, when the bell rang, he was the first to climb the silver ladder to reach Professor Trawney's classroom.

After potions class, divination class was Harry's least favorite class, presumably because Professor Trawney always predicted his death in class. But the re-election of classes would not be done until a short time later, and Harry was going to cross the divination class off his list.

A skinny woman, with heavy curtains and scarves, and gorgeous necklaces, she always reminded Harry of some mean people, and her glasses made her eyes seem big.

When Harry came in, she was sorting out books on the small table in her room, but the lights were so dim that she didn't notice him sitting in the shadows.

It took the whole class 5 minutes to get there. Ron looked around cautiously as the trapdoor appeared, and when he saw Harry, he walked straight towards him.

"A few of us stopped arguing," Ron said cautiously, sitting down next to Harry.

"Okay," Harry muttered. "But she said she thought it would be better if you stopped being angry at us," Ron said. "I didn't—"

"I'm just talking," Ron said. "But I think she's right. It's not our fault how Seamus and Snape treat you. ”

"I didn't say it—"

"It's been a good day," Professor Trourney said in her usual hazy, sleepy voice, and Harry felt bored and a little ashamed.

"Welcome back to the divination class. I have, of course, looking at your future during the holidays, and I'm relieved to see that you're all back to Hogwarts safely, and of course, I know you will. ”

"You will find the book "Dream Prophecy" on the table, the interpretation of dreams is important in the future, and it is required in the ordinary wizard level exam. Of course, passing or failing the ordinary wizard level exam doesn't matter in a divination class. If you have a discerning eye, certificates and grades are not so important, and of course, the principal wants you to pass the exams, so ......"

Her voice slowly faded inaudible, and Professor Trawney didn't want to mention it because he didn't think the regular wizard level exam was important in her class.

"Turn the page, turn to the introductory place, and see what the prophecy of the dream means. Then form groups and explain the meaning of each other's dreams as stated in the book. Start now. ”

The only good thing about this class is that there is nothing to do. By the time they finished the introductory part of the book, they had less than 10 minutes left to discuss the meaning of dreams.

Next to Harry and Ron's table, Dean was with Neville, who was recounting one of his nightmares, a giant pair of scissors wearing his grandmother's best hat, and Harry and Ron just looked at each other gloomily.

"I never remember my dreams," Ron said, "you name one." ”

"You have to say one," Harry said impatiently. He didn't want to tell anyone about his dreams, he knew very well what it meant that he often dreamed of the cemetery, and he didn't need Professor Ron or Trhonie or the stupid "Dream Prophecy" to tell him.

"Well, I dreamed one night that I was playing Quidditch," Ron said, turning his head to reminisce. "Guess what that means?"

"It's likely that you're going to be eaten by a hollyhock or something," Harry said, flipping through the book with little interest.

The dreams in "Dream Prophecy" are boring, and Professor Trawney's homework is even more boring – write down the dreams you've had this month.

When the bell rang, Harry and Ron began to descend the ladder, and Ron complained loudly.

"Do you know how much homework we have? Binns asked us to write a one-and-a-half-foot essay on the war of the giants, Snape was a foot about the usefulness of moonstone, and now Trawney wants us to record the dreams we have for the next month! Fred and George were right to say that it was a difficult year. That woman of the Ministry of Magic, woman, better not leave us any ......"

"I advise you not to discuss her here, Ron, have you forgotten Professor McGonagall's actions in our first Transfiguration class? this woman is more ...... than Professor McGonagall," Van Lin said halfway through, then paused.

Think of Umbridge and then think of the interesting Professor McGonagall, "There's no comparison. ”

"She's a ...... Oh, forget it. Ron said dejectedly, "How about you two, do the arithmetic?"

"Much better, at least it's something to follow than Professor Trauny. Van Lin said.

If it weren't for Hermione, he would have decided to give up these lessons.

When they entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Professor Umbridge already sitting in the teacher's chair, wearing a plush pink Cardigan cardigan and a velvet hat.

It's really reminiscent of some nasty guy just when you see her.

The room was quiet when she entered, and Professor Umbridge seemed to be very ignorant but very stern, and it was not known what she was going to do.

"Good afternoon!" she said, once the class had arrived and sat down. Some replied by saying 'good afternoon'.

"Tsk," Professor Umbridge said. "That's not going to work, is it? I want you to say it again, please, repeat 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge' one more time. Well, good afternoon......"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. They said together.

"Here, now," said Professor Ambregi sweetly. "Look, it's not too hard. Take the wand and take out the quill. ”

Most of the students exchanged glances in a gloomy manner. The command 'take the wand' had never been heard in a single class.

Everyone put their wands back in their bags and pulled out quills, ink, and parchment.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out her wand, which was very short, and poked the blackboard with it;

"Well, now, based on what I knew before, this course of yours has always been fragmented and incomplete, right?" Professor Umbridge said politely. Turn your face to the classroom. "Changing teachers a lot, not taking classes approved by the Ministry of Magic, the unfortunate result is that your grades are much lower than what is required for the average wizard level exam. ”

"You will be glad to know that, however, these issues will now be resolved. This year we're going to have the right, centered, Ministry-approved defensive magic. Please copy these down. ”

1. Understand the principles of defensive magic2. Learn to discern which kind of defensive magic should be used in which situations 3. Learn the defensive magic used in real life.

Three large headlines appeared on the blackboard, and for a moment the classroom was filled with the sound of writing on parchment with quills.

When everyone had copied Professor Umbridge's 3 course objectives, she asked, "Do each of you have a book on Principles of Defense Magic?"

There was a whisper of approval in the classroom.

"I think we should try again," Professor Aung Brigi said. "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer, 'Yes, Professor Umbridge,' or 'No, Professor Umbridge,' so do you each have a book on Principles of Defense Magic?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge. The voice rang out in the classroom.

"Okay," Professor Umbridge said. "Please turn to page 5 and see 'Chapter 1, Fundamentals for Beginners'. Don't make any noise. ”

Professor Umbridge leaves the blackboard and takes a seat in his chair. Start paying attention to each of them. Harry flipped to page 5 of his Principles of Defense Magic and began to read. It's really boring, like listening to Professor Binns give a lecture. He felt that his concentration had taken away from him, and soon he began to read the same line for many minutes. A few quiet minutes passed.

Next to him, Ron unconsciously turned the quill around his fingers, reading the same word over and over again. Harry looked at Hermione and Verin for a moment, and then he was suddenly no longer bored.

Hermione hadn't even opened her Principles of Defense Magic, she was staring at Professor Umbridge motionlessly.

Harry couldn't remember when Hermione would ignore her teacher's orders or just open a book that was under her nose.

Van Lin, on the other hand, was frowning and flipping through it quickly, so fast that Harry noticed that it was the rest of the book.

Harlin looked at Van Lin with an inquiring look, but Van Lin only shook his head slightly, indicating that Van Lin was not thinking about how to answer the question, and then continued to look at Professor Umbridge, who was looking in other directions.

After a few minutes, of course, Harry no longer just looked at Hermione. The chapter they were going to read was so boring that more and more people began to notice the movements of some people or look Professor Umbridge in the eye instead of reading the book.

When almost half of the people didn't read the books, Professor Umbridge seemed to feel that he couldn't ignore the situation any longer.

"Do you want to ask any questions about this chapter, dear?" Professor Umbridge asked Hermione, as if she understood Hermione.

"It's not about books, it's not," Hermione said.

"Well, keep reading," Professor Umbridge said, baring her teeth. "If you have any other questions, you can ask me towards the end of the class. ”

"I have a question about your course objectives," Van Lin said quickly, looking up.

Professor Umbridge lifted her eyes.

"If you are like this young lady next to you, Mr. Verlin Ayre. ”

"I mean, regarding your course, Professor Umbridge, I think I should be responsible for my classmates. ”

"Oh, of course, you're the new boys' chairman, so ......" Umbridge paused slightly, "don't you understand anything about the questions in the book?"

"Oh, I didn't, it's detailed. "But what I want to ask is, why isn't there a defensive spell in this book?"