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Monday, three o'clock in the afternoon.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Before the course officially started, the little wizards always held on to a faint hope, imagining that Professor Umbridge's abscess injury might not be cured yet, or even the inflammation and infection would become more serious. I hope that she will die, at least unable to attend class...
The wonderful fantasies of the little wizards came to nothing, the class bell rang, Umbridge walked into the classroom with clattering footsteps, wearing her black Velvet bow, full of ambition.
Loren was somewhat surprised to find that all the abscess scars on Umbridge's face had faded, and the prognosis was good, leaving no traces. Although Madam Pomfrey can prepare some basic potions, the more complex potions are mainly provided by Professor Snape. He didn't poison her potions?
"Good afternoon, classmates."
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." Everyone drawled back.
"Please put away your wand..."
The little wizard in the classroom did nothing because no one took out the wand at all.
Umbridge glanced around the classroom with a fake smile on her face, and her gentle eyes showed a bit of resentment from time to time: "I know what you are expecting, and I have disappointed many students. Although it has been delayed for a few days, I will be back as soon as the weekend is over." During that time, Professor Snape went out to purchase materials for a special potion, which was very effective for my injury..."
Loren and Hermione exchanged a look.
"I heard that there is another student organization in the school, the Defense Association..." Umbridge's eyes stayed on Harry, her expression was intriguing, "I would like to ask which students are participating. Defense Association activities?"
Most of the students raised their hands.
Umbridge narrowed her eyes slightly, covered her mouth to cover her ugly face, and then laughed sharply: "Please forgive me, when I think of your precious time spent on the meaningless Defense Association, I You feel bad... although it's not your fault, you are still immature children and have not yet learned to discern what is good for you and what is bad for you. "
"..."
Loren looked at Harry at the side and behind him, and saw that he had clenched his fists, but he was still awake and had not been carried away by anger.
Unexpectedly, Neville, who was sitting in the third row, raised his hand and shouted: "The Defense Association is not a bad thing!"
Umbridge's forehead bulged a few times. Veined, she pursed her lips and smiled and said: "I think I have emphasized many times that in my class, you must raise your hand to ask for permission before speaking... Are you?"
"Neville· Longbottom."
"Okay, Mr. Longbottom, I will deduct five points from Gryffindor for your recklessness."
"Can I say it now?"
"You have already said it. ..."
Umbridge shook her head, interrupted his indignant refutation, and made a well-meaning expression for the sake of the students: "I'm wasting precious class time arguing with you about the merits of the Defense Association. , this is not my intention...Smart students will quickly figure out that the most important time for you in fifth grade now is to prepare for O.W.L.s. How many useful things can a student-organized association teach?"
< br>"If you ask me, Dumbledore should agree to the Ministry of Magic's education order proposal and dissolve all student organizations, associations, groups and clubs. I mean, regular gatherings of three or more students... Of course, This is not to deprive you of your extracurricular life. As long as your gathering is reviewed and approved by the Ministry of Magic, all activities can be held as usual."
Neville raised his right hand unconvinced, and Umbridge smiled proudly, pretending not to see it, and turned to look in the other direction: "Not to mention that the establishment of this Defense Association is redundant. The Ministry of Magic does not It will not let any danger come near, and the Ministry of Magic will protect every kind wizard who abides by the law..."
Loren saw her eyes moving over, just facing his direction, and couldn't help but raise his hand got up.
Umbridge felt that this man was different from Scarhead and his friends. He was a sensible person, so she raised her hand with confidence: "Mr. Morgan, do you have anything to say? "
Loren teased lazily: "Professor, I heard that you led a team to ambush the dark wizards in Hogsmeade last weekend, but they escaped. "
Um. Richie was silent for two seconds, hid one hand under his sleeve, pinched it twice, and explained with a smile: "Those people can't be called dark wizards at all, they are just a few thieves who hide their heads and show their tails. The Ministry of Magic fled in panic."
Loren said in a weird tone: "Then our safety is very insecure. The event weekend in Hogsmeade is coming soon, so we are very insecure."
"Don't worry. , Mr. Morgan, in the name of Senior Deputy Minister, I guarantee that the Ministry of Magic will catch those little thieves before the event weekend!"
"I'm looking forward to that scene" Loren nodded and smiled. road.
Umbridge couldn't help but look at him a few times, and couldn't tell which side he was on for a while. She arranged the content of today's lesson in confusion:
"Please turn the page Go to page 34 of "Magical Defense Theory" and read Chapter 3 "Reasons for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attacks". Please don't talk while reading..."
The whole book is hundreds of pages thick and has enough chapters for them to read in class throughout the school year.
In fact, except for a certain Miss Granger, none of the students in the class were reading seriously. Some took out homework from other subjects to copy, and some took out completely unrelated extracurricular books, sandwiched between "Magic" "Defense Theory" was enjoyable to watch...
Loren has already begun writing a nightmare in which Freddy resurrects and starts killing again.
The bell rings.
Umbridge picked up the textbook and walked out, as if she didn't want to stay in the classroom for a moment longer.
Ron turned his head and kicked the leg of Harry's chair, and said excitedly: "I thought you would stand up and scold her. Did you see the way she looked at you, as if you were expecting one to jump out at any time?" The fire dragon, waiting for you to jump out and spout evil, despicable, sensational lies, and then lock you up severely!"
"I might have done that before, but as long as I think about my emotions! Being excited may be exploited by Voldemort, and her words just make me feel ridiculous."
Harry shook his head. At this point, he paused and looked at Ron, as if he was thinking about how to speak," said. To deal with Voldemort, Ron, I have a question for you..."
"What is that..."
Ron seemed to have remembered something, and glanced at his expression, a little... He said coyly: "Harry, please go back to the common room first. I made an appointment with MacMillan to discuss goalkeeping tactics, so I'm leaving now!"
"Why does he look weird?"
Looking at his slightly panicked back, Harry turned to look at his other two friends and said with some confusion: "I also want to ask Ginny What is the last class..."
Loren and Hermione lowered their heads and packed up their textbooks silently, their mouths tightly pursed into a straight line, feeling a little uncomfortable. ...
At five minutes to eight o'clock, Snape walked out of the dim underground corridor, went up the marble stairs, and came all the way to the door of Umbridge's office. Knock lightly on the door.
"Come in."
Remembering that this sweet girlish voice was made by a middle-aged toad, Snape couldn't help but frowned, and every pore in his body showed disgust.
Pushing the door open and walking in, his eyes subconsciously swept across the room, and his feeling of disgust became even stronger.
He is quite familiar with this office. He has seen the smiling face posters left by Gilderoy Lockhart all over the wall, and the large floor-to-ceiling mirror. When Remus Lupine lived here , he would occasionally come over and deliver carefully brewed wolfsbane potion. At that time, the room was always filled with low-level and interesting evil animals, locked in cages or water tanks in the corner.
During the tenure of Barty Crouch Jr. last year, a dangerous creature was also locked in the box, a retired lame Auror...
Now, the whole room has completely changed, everything is covered with lace dropcloths and tablecloths, there are several vases filled with dried flowers, each placed on a separate small cushion, and decorations are hung on the walls. A sexy porcelain plate with a brightly colored big cat painted on it, the cat wearing a variety of bows around its neck, the wallpaper changed to a pink girlish tone...
It's simply disgusting.
"Good evening, Professor Snape." Umbridge, who was sitting behind the desk, raised her head and stared at him, with a disgusting smile on her face, wearing a dazzling red printed robe of the same color. The tablecloths on the desk behind her blended together, making them indistinguishable.
Snape withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "I'm here to deliver the last potion."
Umbridge's protruding eyes narrowed, and her face was grim. Weird smile: "Oh, I thought I was cured."
"Clean up the remaining toxins. The wound will be considered healed when it is completely free of itching." Snape placed a small bottle of potion on the table, as if he didn't want to stay for a second longer. "Put the potion here. I'll leave first."
"Please wait a moment, can you sit down for a while?"
Umbridge still had a weird smile on her face, "I have some questions to ask you, Professor Snape. , You don't need to be so guarded against me. Based on my investigation over the past two weeks, your situation at Hogwarts is not much better than mine, is it?"
Snape said coldly: "I'm only in charge of potions."
"Oh, of course..."
Umbridge grabbed the potion bottle and pulled it out a few times with her fat, stubby fingers. It was very inconvenient to wear a lot of ugly old-fashioned rings on her fingers. It took a lot of effort to pull out the cork and pour the potion into it. In his mouth, as if a toad had swallowed a particularly delicious and juicy fly, he grinned and said, "The potion matter has been successfully completed. Now we have time to talk about other matters. Don't refuse the Ministry of Magic's goodwill, Professor Snape, please sit down."
Snape lowered his eyes slightly and stared at her, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his cold black eyes, and sat down calmly.
"I checked some old information, which shows that not long after you graduated from Hogwarts, you had just emerged in the field of potions. Then you were deeply in trouble with the Death Eaters. It was Dumbledore who came forward to make a difference. Bao Cai saved you from the trial, right?"
"Yes." Snape responded softly, with an incomprehensible expression.
"As a reward, as the Potions Master, you stay at Hogwarts and become the Potions Professor..." Umbridge said softly, "Damocles, the recipient of the Order of Merlin ·Belby has revealed on many occasions that you have given him a lot of inspiration, not just about Wolfsbane Potion... With your abilities, you should have had the same honor and fame as him, but now you can only be trapped in this place. School, killing time..."
Snape said nothing, the sarcasm in his eyes became more intense, but he pretended to have an emotional expression on his face.
"I can work with you to get back what belongs to you, power, wealth, fame..."
"We can be more honest with each other..."
Snape looked at her swollen face, and his disgust reached its peak. He didn't want to talk to her anymore, knocked on the table and interrupted: "I heard that Professor Umbridge is tracking down some secretive dark wizards? "
"Do you have any suggestions?" Umbridge said with a slight smile in her voice.
"The Potions Professor will always know some people who cannot be named. They may not be famous, but they can always find out things that most people don't know..." Snape spoke slowly.
"They can help me find those dark wizards!"
Umbridge exclaimed in surprise. As the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, she certainly knew the unknown secrets here.
The potions in regular potion shops are common and expensive. Those who have been hiding in the shadows all year round can only order from private channels if they want to get some rare potions, or illegal potions, and right in front of them is a skilled craftsman. Superb Potions Master!
Snape seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly: "I can introduce you, but you must abide by their rules, according to their price, or... in exchange for things. Barter."
"Of course, I understand." Umbridge's swollen eyes already reflected a bright future.
Find out those dark wizards, connect them with Dumbledore, sink Dumbledore's reputation into the mire, and gain political resources. Maybe you can become the next Minister of Magic. !
The broad toad-like mouth grinned brightly, and Umbridge asked with a bright smile: "What about you, Professor Snape, what do you want from the Ministry of Magic?"< br>
"As you just said, power, fame, wealth..." Snape's eyes swept over the smiling face and said meaningfully, "Maybe there are also rare materials for potion research. "What do you think?"
Umbridge felt a little ridiculous. She was so confused when making potions that she even listed potion ingredients with power. She nodded: "The Ministry of Magic will not let you down." ! "
"Then we'll see you at the weekend."
"Happy cooperation!"
"..."
Snape closed the wooden door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and took a look In the night sky outside the railing, the moon and stars were hidden in the thick clouds, as dark as ink, without a trace of light.
After being silent for a while, he shook his head and walked towards the basement.
Nothing can stop him from developing the medicine to bring the dead back to life...
(End of Chapter)
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