Chapter 795 Deduction Items Plus Items

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Harry let go, and Neville stood panting, glaring at him.

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

"I've got to stop you!" panted Harry, picking up his bag, "or Crabbe and Goyle will tear you apart."

"Neville, we..." Hermione stopped, not knowing what to say.

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

Hermione wanted to say that she understood Neville, but could they really understand Neville's pain? the answer is obviously no

Neville said nothing, grabbed his own schoolbag, and strode into the dungeon.

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

They sat down in their old seats at the back of the classroom, and pulled out parchment, quills, and the textbook "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi". The surrounding students were whispering about Neville's behavior just now.

But the class fell silent when Snape closed the dungeon door and let out a loud bang.

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

He pointed toward the dim corner, and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a clipboard on his lap.

"It's Umbridge!" He glanced at Ron and Hermione, raising his eyebrows.

Snape and Umbridge, the two teachers he hated the most, had a hard time deciding who he wanted to prevail.

Umbridge seems to have recovered, there is no trace of being rectified by Ivan, and he is still as annoying as before.

"Continue to prepare the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you mix it correctly, it should be ready after the weekend. The operation method is on the blackboard." He waved his wand again, and the blackboard appeared Rows of text, "Start now."

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

She included Snape in the assessment this time, you know, she had never been to a potions class before.

Snape's class is like this, no one is allowed to speak or ask questions, even the potions textbook does not need to be opened, the steps are all written on the blackboard, only a copy of "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Fungi" is needed for assistance, knowing that herbs It can be used for specific purposes.

Most of the brewing recipes given by Snape are a bit different from those in the books. Aiwen said that they were improved by him, which can make potions more effective. He even asked Percy to take his potions class back then. Note study.

But Harry was skeptical about it, because he had never been good at it, and it might as well be effective if he went back and followed the textbook.

Professor Umbridge had spent the first half hour taking notes in a corner without speaking.

Harry was so engrossed in hearing her questions to Snape that he was careless when dispensing the medicine.

"Salamander blood, Harry!" cried Hermione, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from adding the wrong ingredient a third time. "You got it wrong, it wasn't pomegranate juice!"

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

She walked across the two rows of desks to Snape, who was leaning over Dean Thomas' cauldron.

"Well, the class seems to be getting pretty deep!" she said briskly, pointing at Snape's back, "but I doubt it's advisable to teach them potions like Enhancers, and I think the Ministry will want to remove it from What was deleted from the course is really too esoteric!"

Snape straightened up slowly, and turned to look at her.

"Potions as difficult as enhancers should be learned in the advanced wizard registration exam class. In my opinion, what they should learn now is how to prepare antidotes." Umbridge continued.

"That's a first-year class, and as Potions teacher, it's up to me to decide what to teach my class."

"Sorry, I don't agree with your point of view!" said Umbridge, and began to write on the clipboard. "Now is not the time to talk about this matter, but I can reveal one thing, and you will soon find out The Ministry of Magic will carry out a comprehensive reform of the content of Hogwarts textbooks. We will invite experts to carefully study the content that students of each grade should learn, rather than the professors themselves. Alright, please answer me, you are How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

"Fourteen years." Snape's expression was unfathomable.

Harry stared at him as he added a few drops of liquid, which hissed horribly and turned from green to orange.

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

"Yes." Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

"Obviously." Snape pouted.

"But why? It's really strange. There are very vacancies for the professorship of this course." Professor Umbridge wrote on the clipboard, "You have applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you entered the school. Yes or no?"

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

"Do you know why Dumbledore keeps refusing to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you ask him," Snape replied stiffly.

"I will." Professor Umbridge said with a smile on his face, "Well, I heard that you are also a master of potions? As far as I know, there are very few wizards with this title now, you Can you show me something? Configure some difficult potions?"

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

"Yes!" Umbridge said, "The Ministry wants to fully understand the background and ability of the teachers. If you can't prove yourself, this is a minus item. I have to remind you that I will check you to get this title." It is hoped that the results of the research presented at the time will stand up to the scrutiny of experts."

She turned away, walked over to Pansy Parkinson, and started asking her about the class.

Snape looked back at Harry, their eyes briefly met, and Harry dropped his eyes hastily to his potion.

It was now congealed into a filthy mass, with a pungent smell of burnt rubber.

"Nil again, Potter," said Snape viciously, emptying Harry's cauldron with a flick of his wand, "you write me an article on the correct preparation of this potion, where you went wrong and why Wrong, hand it in next class, do you understand?"

"Understood." Harry said angrily.

With a smile on his face, Umbridge watched Snape's attitude towards Harry and didn't stop him.

She was just quickly recording something on the clipboard, not knowing whether it was a minus item or a plus item...

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