Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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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?"

"14 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. is not it?"

"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...

Chapter 976 Hagrid's Letter and Request

Umbridge is probably ready to implement her education reform steadily now. The failure of Ivan and Harry last time and the research of many think tanks of the Ministry of Magic made her realize that she should not rush or resort to magic methods. That is not her fault. Strengths, there are too many people in Hogwarts who are more powerful than him in magic!

Continuing to fight for her magical strength, she may not even know how she was played to death...

Her advantage was the Ministry of Magic's right over Hogwarts, so she was ready to make the most of it.

First of all, there are two education orders issued one after another after the reunification, canceling all groups and imposing the highest punishment and adjudication power.

Second, remove Alvin from the position of President of the Boys Student Council.

Finally, continue her previous examinations, expel a professor as soon as possible, and force Dumbledore to make mistakes.

Even if it couldn't, it would give them a sense of the power of the Ministry.

Professor McGonagall and Snape are okay here. Although Umbridge doesn't like them and knows that they are Dumbledore's right-hand man, he can't say anything. Their classes are very good and they have real skills.

But Professor Trelawney is completely different here. Before she entered the real state of prophecy, she was an old liar.

I don't know what Umbridge said to her, anyway, she was doing well in class, and suddenly collapsed!

"Let's go, what are you all standing there for?!" Professor Trelawney said loudly, his voice was a little hysterical. "You know what to do! Could it be that my teaching is so bad that you haven't learned to open your textbooks?"

The whole class looked at her in confusion and looked at each other.

Professor Trelawney angrily walked back to the high-backed teacher's chair, tears of anger filled her eyes magnified by the lens.

"She probably received the survey results!" Ginny whispered, "Umbridge gave feedback on the survey results some time ago yesterday, and I heard from Michael that Professor McGonagall directly sent the survey results in front of the whole class. It was torn up and thrown away.”

This is in line with Professor McGonagall's style, but Professor Trelawney is not so relaxed here!

"Professor, is there something wrong?" a student asked.

"No!" cried Professor Trelawney, his voice trembling with excitement. "Of course not! I've been insulted, made insinuations, made baseless accusations, but nothing wrong, of course not."

Trembling, she took a deep breath and turned her face away, tears of anger welling up from under her glasses.

"I don't mention it!" she choked up. "I don't want to mention it. I have worked hard for 16 years. Obviously no one noticed, but I shouldn't be insulted, I shouldn't! If there is such a day, I will leave by myself instead of staying here insulted."

It was clear that Professor Trelawney had nowhere to go, and if she did she would probably leave immediately.

For a psychic who has devoted her life's work to divination, her chances of surviving outside Hogwarts are next to zero.

Maybe someone will come to her for divination, but apart from omens and omens of death, nothing helpful can be obtained from her.

As far as Aiwen knows, wizards with real divination ability are very, very rare now!Similar to the situation of the pure-blood wizard family, the blood of the ancient prophets and prophets is getting thinner and thinner, and this ability is also lost, just like no pure-blood wizard can activate the blood magic of their own family.

"But Professor, who is insulting you?"

"The people in power!" said Professor Trelawney, in a low, trembling theatrical voice, "those whose eyes are blinded by the world to see what I see and know what I know. We prophets, of course, are always to be feared." , are always persecuted, have been like this since ancient times, and they are afraid, afraid of the fate we see. This is, alas, our fate!"

Choking, she wiped her wet cheeks with the corner of her shawl, pulled a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve, and blew her nose vigorously like Peeves' peeves.

"If you mean Umbridge..."

"Don't mention that woman to me!" Professor Trelawney yelled with all her strength, jumped up, her head shook like a rattle, and her glasses flashed, "Now, please do your homework, hurry up , start now!"

The rest of the time, she walks around the class.

There were still tears dripping from behind her glasses, and she muttered to herself from time to time, as if she was threatening someone.

"Let's just resign, this kind of shame, hmph, keep it for observation, wait and see, see if she dares..."

Not surprisingly, Professor Trelawney will definitely be dismissed by Umbridge, with the only exception probably being Hagrid.

If he came back, the two of them could compare which one was worse, and let Umbridge choose one of them.

In the Gryffindor common room that night, when Ivan and Colin relayed Professor Trelawney's performance to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, a snow-white figure slammed into the window of the lounge up, with a bang.

"My God, it's Hedwig, what's going on with it?"

At this time, Hedwig was perched on the narrow window sill, watching them through the thick glass, with a letter tied to her feet.

"I don't know. I haven't seen it all day. It didn't show up this morning. I thought it was hunting in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said, going to open the window to let Hedwig in. "It's strange, Who will write to me?"

He thought Hedwig would reach out to let him take the letter down and fly back to the owl shack.

But as soon as the window was opened wide enough, it jumped in, whining.

Harry hurriedly closed the window, Hedwig squatting on his shoulders.

"Who wrote you the letter? Was it a cold?"

"Well, it seems not. He has his own communication channel, there is no need to write to us, and he doesn't use Hedwig..."

"Wait a minute, look, it's hurt!" said Hermione, "There's something wrong with its wings!"

Everyone noticed that Hedwig's feathers were unusually disheveled, some were folded upside down, and she was trembling.

It gave a start when Harry touched its wings, all its feathers puffed up as if inflated, and it looked at him reproachfully.

Several people looked at each other, and something was wrong.

"It was attacked, is there some beast around?" Ron said hesitantly.

"Impossible, there are no creatures around Hogwarts that could harm the school owls, they are all trained."

"The injury on its body seems to be man-made." Ivan said, looking at Hedwig's upside-down feathers, "Someone must have intercepted it. We know that the communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts have been monitored, and someone recognized it. Hedwig knew it was Harry's owl and wanted to get the letter from her feet."

"We all know who it is, that nasty old toad!"

"If only Hagrid was here!" Harry opened the note Hedwig brought, "Hey, it's Hagrid's letter, addressed to Ivan."

"What did the letter say?"

"With the help of Mrs. Maxime, he is about to cross the English Channel. They cannot use magic, because the whole of England is now under strict surveillance by the Ministry of Magic. He will probably arrive at Hogwarts later this week. " Ivan took the note Harry handed over, "Well, in addition to declaring safety, he wants me to come forward and discuss with the horse people in the Forbidden Forest to see if they can set aside a place in the forest for Greg Lope lives in..."

Chapter 977 No training

Since Ivan got the Sorcerer's Stone left by Gryffindor in the Centaur tribe three years ago, he also gained their friendship.

The magic stone has been stored in the centaur tribe for centuries, long enough for it to be endowed with countless additional meanings by the centaur people. It is simply a sacred existence that can be compared with the stars and the beliefs of the ancestors.

As the current owner of the Philosopher's Stone, Ivan's status in the centaur tribe is naturally very high, even surpassing Dumbledore.

Especially after he merged the Sorcerer's Stone into one, the incident of the fallen centaur and the evil god has always been a shame to this centaur tribe.

However, Ivan was very skeptical. Even if he came forward, the horsemen would probably not agree to Hagrid's request.

The relationship between Hagrid and the centaurs is good enough, but raising a giant with considerable destructive power in the Forbidden Forest is actually a very crazy move, and the centaurs who regard the entire Forbidden Forest as their private land are even more so. It is stubborn as hell, insisting that tradition should not be changed.

Thinking about the grumpy Margaret and those other guys, Ivan sighed deeply.

"It's hard to imagine, he really wants to bring that big guy back. I was expecting Hagrid to give up!"

"Yeah, a giant, I daresay, you'd see him from a castle tower," said Ron, laughing suddenly. "That's not bad, is it? Come to think of it, Umbridge Opening her window, she was greeted by the giant's hideous face and a terrible growl, and I daresay she would have cried."

"This is not a joke!" Hermione said sternly, "If other people find the giant, Hagrid will be expelled, and even the principal and others will be involved. We must keep the giant's secret. Alvin, are you going to help him?"

"Give it a try, but those centaurs are the most stubborn creatures I've ever seen, and they may not work," Aiwen said.

"Well, I'm going out!" said Harry. "Hedwig needs treatment. I'm going to see Professor Graplan."

"Wait a minute, let Dobby the house elf go." Ivan said, stopping Harry, "You will easily be suspected if you go out with Hedwig in your arms, and I will send Dobby a message to the horsemen. Tell them about it and get their opinion."

House-elf delivery is much safer than owls, and it is very convenient, and Dobby is also willing to accept this task.

He even chatted with everyone about the situation in the kitchen. Although Hermione has made a lot of efforts, everything is the same. The only change is that Winky's condition has become worse. Since Mr. Crouch was killed, After Little Barty's soul was sucked away, Winky completely collapsed!

She doesn't do anything now, drinks heavily every day, and becomes the scum of the house elves, and Bidobby is even more difficult for the elves to accept.

Now, Dobby alone takes care of her, and on several occasions hides her in the Room of Requirement.

"We have to do something for Winky?" said Hermione, watching Dobby disappear before her with Hedwig. "I think with a little more love, she'll be fine. Look at Kreacher, he's a Good example."

"Kreacher didn't get better because of love," said Ron, "and he's only friendly with you three now."

"Well, maybe we can take Winky to Mr. Crouch's tombstone and have a look, it might make her better." Hermione said thoughtfully, considering the matter carefully, "does anyone know where he was buried last?" Where is it?"

At this moment, Angelina walked in in a daze, with Fred and George following her.

"No more Quidditch practice," she said hollowly. "Not this week, and probably not next week."

"But I've been very restrained these days!" said Harry, looking very shocked. "I didn't say anything to her, I swear it!"

"I know, I know," Angelina said bitterly, "The teams of the other three colleges have been approved for reorganization, we went to her just now, she only said that she still has to think about it, it may take a while. "

"Consider what?" Ron said angrily. "She approved Slytherin, why shouldn't she approve us?"

There was a moment of silence, and one could imagine how much Umbridge liked to think of the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a threat hanging over their heads.

Of course she doesn't want to give up this weapon too early, it's much more useful than confinement!

"Forget it!" said Hermione. "On the bright side, at least you two have time to write about Snape!"

"That's the good side?" Harry snapped, and Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief, "Sounds as bad as helping Winky find Mr. Crouch's burial place, no Quidditch training, potions Classes and homework are punished!"

He slumped into his chair and reluctantly picked up his pen to finish his Potions paper.