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Thursday, Potions Class.
Prefect Parvati held a stack of parchment papers and sat down next to Hermione. While counting the numbers, she glanced at her, a little curious: "Hermione, why are you already wearing a turtleneck sweater?" "Is it very cold recently?"
"..."
Hermione's cheeks felt hot and she pulled her collar unnaturally: "Well...I'm a little afraid of the cold."< br>
"Then please be careful and don't catch a cold."
"I know, thank you, Parvati."
"Oh, it's been really bad recently, the weather is bad, There are a lot of homework, and the difficulty of course papers is also increasing..."
"Ready for the exam."
"I don't know what the grade of the paper I handed in last time was. I can get an A. That's enough."
"You must be fine!"
"Thank you for your blessings haha..."
Parvati counted the Gryffindor roster and found that after collecting the homework, there were no more He stayed for a while, stacked the parchment, walked up to the podium, and handed over to Professor Snape.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head to meet Loren's smiling eyes. The blush on her cheeks that had not yet dissipated from the residual warmth rose again, and her neck, which was hidden under her high collar, felt congested. Somewhat muggy.
"Be careful not to catch a cold, Miss Granger."
"You still said that!"
Hermione thought of those embarrassing red marks on her neck, became so angry that she couldn't help but punch him.
Not far ahead, Professor Snape stepped down from the podium and began to return the homework from the last class. It's interesting to say that he could obviously give the paper to the prefects to help distribute it, but he insisted on Send each one to the students in person, and closely observe the students' expressions when they see the results. I don't know what kind of bad taste it is.
"As you can see, if someone hands in such an answer sheet in the O.W.L.s exam, then the score I give you will be the score on your certificate... This should make some of you These people have a clear understanding of themselves."
With a sarcastic curve in his mouth, Snape slapped a scrawled paper on Harry's desk and nodded with his slender fingers. The long, pointed, black "P" in the upper corner.
Out of the corner of his eye, he observed him walking towards the next classmate. Harry was just about to lower his head when he quickly noticed the gaze from the table next door. He looked up and saw Malfoy turning his head so quickly that his neck was about to shake off the afterimage. .
"..."
Harry felt as if he heard a few sneers. He silently moved the ink bottle next to him to cover the dazzling "P", and then started Look at the annotations on the paper.
Although Snape has a bad teaching attitude, his professional skills are generally good. His comments can always point out omissions and errors in the paper, put forward targeted revision suggestions, and even write comments at the end of the paper. List of reference books for recommended reading.
The wording is a bit vicious.
Loren and Hermione received a cold look from Professor Snape. It had nothing to do with their grades. The main reason was that they only cared about themselves and did not help some students who were lagging behind. Professor Snape, who always valued unity and friendship, was deeply dissatisfied.
Loren expressed his innocence about this. He once gave Harry some suggestions for revising his thesis, but he was unwilling to adopt them.
"From the overall level of the class, this homework is really terrible. If it were an exam, most of you would fail... I hope that in this week's topic paper , you can spend more time studying different types of antidotes and put some effort into analyzing their similarities and differences, otherwise I will have to ask those idiots who got "P" to be put in solitary confinement! "
Snape's tone was cold and stern. Harry felt a fever on his face. He pretended to cough twice and turned away, only to find that Ron at the same table was winking at him. He felt a little strange.
< br>"He only said that people with a "P" should be put in solitary confinement, right? Then I'm lucky! "
Harry caught a glimpse of the "D" on his scroll and fell silent.
As we all know, the results of Hogwarts are ranked according to the OEAPD, which is excellent, exceeded expectations, passing, failing, etc., which is terrible...
He thought he got "P" It was already the worst, but I didn't expect Ron to be at the bottom.
What a good brother!
Harry silently made up his mind that he would study hard in this lesson and never let Snape catch him and judge him badly. He read the instructions on the blackboard at least three times before starting to operate. When encountering uncertain steps, he immediately sought help from Loren and Hermione, and prevented Ron from having direct contact with the crucible. Although the prepared enhancement potion was not as clear turquoise as the table next door, it was at least blue.
At the end of get out of class, he delivered a bottle of enhancement potion sample to Snape's podium in a show-off and relief mood.
"Did you see that Snape didn't curse anyone during this lesson, nor did he stand next to anyone and curse with his gaze? He didn't even get angry when Seamus sent him a bottle of pink potion. It's incredible!"
Harry was talking to a few friends in a trance. At this time, they left the main basement classroom and walked up the stairs and walked through the corridor to the auditorium for dinner.
Loren put his hand on Hermione's shoulder, turned around and said, "Maybe I saw you studying hard, and I felt relieved and happy."
"Really?" Ron Surprised, he told Harry seriously, "From now on, the job of appeasing the old bat will be left to you. The mission is solemn. Just treat it as for Gryffindor. Harry, go all out to learn Potions!" "
"..."
Harry rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Hermione held her small cloth bag, still immersed in the joy of the only normal enhancement potion prepared in the class, her eyebrows curled: "It's not as bad as last week, is it? Class The final homework is not too bad. We have written similar papers before, which is a good thing, right?"
Her voice suddenly changed: "You don't have to worry about the paper grades, I mean? , he was scored according to the standards of the O.W.L.s exam, so you don't have to expect to get the highest score. It would be good to pass at this stage... From now on to the exam, there will definitely be a lot of changes, and we have enough time to improve and progress..."
Harry and Ron were excited by the words and looked at Loren in tacit understanding.
Loren spread his hands.
"Hermione!" Harry sighed, his tone resentful, ": If you want to know what grades we got, just ask."
Hermione said He hesitated and said with a lack of confidence: "I don't...I didn't mean that, but if you are willing to tell me..."
"You said you don't want to know!" Ron reprimanded sternly.
Hermione was a little embarrassed, and the little witch, who felt she was wronged, pulled Loren away dejectedly. The outstanding student with a bad personality only deserved to sit at the end of the long table for lunch.
Harry and Ron relaxed and found a seat next to Ginny.
"There is no class in the afternoon, Harry. Let's go to the court early after lunch, okay? How about you practice with me before the weekend training? You know, I have a bit of a feel for the ball... "As Ron was talking, he poured the soup into his bowl. He muttered for a long time without getting a reply, and then turned around and looked over -
Only Seeing that Harry and his sister were very close to each other, both of them had their heads lowered and their way of communicating was very strange. They hesitated for a long time before they could say a word.
"Hello...Ginny." Harry said softly.
"Oh... hello." Ginny's face was slightly red and her eyes were fixed on the smooth and reflective disk. "You guys came a little late, so I left a chicken drumstick for you..."
"Oh..." Harry was confused by the aroma of the food or the girl's body, and his mind was in confusion. He tried his best to think of something interesting and witty to say, but the image of Snee kept flashing in front of his eyes. The long and pointed "P" is generally approved.
"The weather is nice today...huh?"
He was so embarrassed that his toes were tickling in his boots. The weather, he was actually talking about the weather. Is this some old-school gentleman's novel from the last century? ...
"Yes, it's just right for playing Quidditch. I only have one class in the afternoon, what about you?"
"Well, I...we don't have classes in the afternoon."
"Then...we..."
Harry felt blessed at this moment and blurted out: "Quittey at three o'clock See you at the Strange Field!"
"Okay, Harry."
Harry took a bite of the chicken leg and turned his head and poked his good friend with his elbow: "Ron. , how about we go practice ball in the afternoon?"
Ron snorted coldly and dragged a large piece of bacon and eggs in front of him: "I don't want to play ball!"
"Why?" Harry felt strange, "I'm a good guy playing Quidditch today. Weather, I can also practice your goalkeeping skills with you. You need my quick and flexible batting to help you develop your ball sense, right?"
"Because I have to write a potions paper this afternoon!" Ron He took a vicious bite of the bacon and drank a swig of pumpkin juice.
Harry: "..."
He was not allowed to touch the crucible. How could he drink the wrong medicine?
...
September 23, Saturday morning.
In an ancient Eastern tradition, this day is called the autumnal equinox, which means that autumn has officially arrived.
The genius has just turned on, and there is still a sleeping silence around the castle. Only the chirping of diligent birds can be heard in the forest. The ray of sunlight that shines through the window of the principal's office seems to have just been created, dusty Swirling and dancing in the golden light spots.
Phoenix Fox looked up at the golden light dust. Its bright black eyes reflected the rising sun outside the window, shining brightly. Dumbledore was standing in front of the window looking at the village in the distance:
"Have you really thought about it, Severus?"
"I never hesitated..." Snape's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the floating light dust, " For more than ten years, I have been eager to make up for my original mistakes, or to repay the life debt I owed. Now, I have grasped this opportunity..."
Dumbledore's silver beard and hair glowed. The golden light seemed to melt into the morning sun. He sighed and said: "You overestimate the mistakes you have made, Severus. Sometimes we are just a choice of fate. Without you, there will be other choices. ."
"Destiny has its own choices...but I also have my own choices."
"..."
Saying goodbye to the verbose old headmaster, Snape returned to the underground office, put on a hooded cloak, and carefully checked to make sure there was nothing with the Hogwarts logo on him, and then sat down Waiting quietly behind the desk.
Within a few minutes, the sound of treading hard-soled low-heeled leather shoes came from the corridor outside. The wooden boards of the office were knocked unceremoniously. Umbridge, wearing a pink cardigan, opened the door. , while looking around the underground office, he pinched his voice and said:
"Professor Snape, your office is too simple, the lights are dim, and the decoration is shabby. When the matter is over, I will use magic to In the name of the Ministry, let Hogwarts allocate a tower to you as an office..."
Snape glanced at this man. If Dumbledore wanted to use those words to make him more or less excited, Some wavering words, now Professor Umbridge has completely erased the impact of those words, and even made him more determined.
Looking at the toad's triumphant appearance, Snape hummed noncommittally: "It's best to change into more low-key clothes, Professor Umbridge. You know, some places are inconvenient. Show your identity."
"Don't worry, it was ready for the last ambush..." Umbridge patted her pink leather bag, "I'll put it on when I leave Hogwarts."
"Then let's set off. Let's go."
The two of them went out together, walked out of the castle foyer and onto the road outside. It was still early, and most of the little wizards were in bed for the weekend, and they didn't meet anyone along the way.
"Professor Umbridge, I would like to ask, how many people know about this transaction?"
"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone, not even Minister Fudge knew about it. ." Umbridge's eyes flashed with a cunning light. She was prepared to take the credit for this investigation alone. As for what Snape wanted...
Anyway, they didn't sign a contract, and it was too late for her to fulfill it after she took the position of minister.
"Really? Ms. Umbridge is really cautious and careful..."
"Of course!" Umbridge smiled delicately. It was with these careful thoughts that she He was successfully promoted from the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic to the Legal Enforcement Department, from a staff member with no background to a senior deputy minister.
Walk along the road for ten minutes, step out of the gate carved with wild boars, and the road ahead suddenly becomes clear.
Umbridge easily took out the cloak and put it on. The black cloth covered her short and fat body, which made it more pleasing to the eye.
"Finally we are out of the range where Apparition is prohibited." Umbridge's voice was still sickeningly sweet. She looked up and saw Hogsmeade in the distance, with smoke rising from the roofs of some houses. "Can we directly Can you tell me where the deal is? It would be easier if we Apparated there..."
It would be best if there was a chance to get rid of this Snape.
"Of course..." There was a sneer in Snape's voice, "The place of transaction is-Malfoy Manor."
The smile on Umbridge's face froze. She was keenly aware of something wrong on her face, and before she had time to think about it, a red magical light had already hit her face——
"[Faintly]"
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(End of this chapter)
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