v2 Chapter 795： Subtraction item

Harry let go, and Neville stood there gasping and glaring at him. .

"What are you doing to stop me?" he asked angrily.

"I must stop you!" Harry gasped and said, picking up his bag. "Otherwise, Crabbe and Gore will tear you apart."

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

She shouldn't talk about Neville's parents here. It should be kept secret. They vowed not to tell anyone.

undefinedHermione wants to say that she understands Neville, but can they really understand the pain of Neville? The answer is obviously no.

Neville did not speak, grabbed his own schoolbag, and strode into the underground classroom.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other and felt uneasy about the state of Neville. They also followed the classroom.

They sat down in the old seat in the back row of the classroom, took out parchment paper, feather pen and textbooks of "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Pestle". The surrounding students were arguing about the behavior of Neville.

But when Snape closed the door of the underground classroom and made a heavy echo, the whole class suddenly calmed down.

"Everyone will find out." Snape said in his low, sarcasm tone, "We have a guest today."

He pointed to the dim corner, and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a tablet on his leg.

"It's Umbridge!" He said, Ron and Hermione, raised their eyebrows.

Snape and Umbridge, the two teachers he hates most, can hardly decide who he wants to prevail.

Umbridge seems to have recovered, and has not been traced by Ai Wen at all, still as annoying as before.

"Today, with the enhancer, you will see the mixture left by the class. If it is worthy, it will be a weekend. The method of operation is on the blackboard." He waved his wand again and appeared on the blackboard. Rows of text, "Start now."

Umbridge has not given up on the assessment of the professor, and resumed the work on the first day after she returned.

She also included Snape in the scope of the assessment this time, knowing that she had never been to the potion class before.

Snape's class is like this. No one can talk or ask questions. Even the potion textbooks don't need to be opened. The steps are all written on the blackboard. Only one thousand kinds of magical herbs and mites are needed to help you know the herbs. The specific use can be.

Most of the recipes given by Snape are a little different from the books. Ivan said that it was improved, and he could configure the potion more effectively. In the same year, he also specifically asked Percy to go to his potion class. Note study.

However, Harry is skeptical about this because he has never been well equipped, and it is better to go back and follow the textbook to be effective.

Professor Umbridge took notes in the corner for half an hour and did not speak.

Harry wanted to hear her ask Snape so much that she was careless when dispensing.

"Salamander blood, Harry!" cried Hermione, clutching his wrist and not letting him add the wrong ingredient for the third time. "You made a mistake, not pomegranate!"

"Okay," said Harry absently, dropping the bottle and continuing to look into the corner, and Umbridge just stood up.

She walked between the two rows of tables to Snape, and Snape was leaning over to see Dean Thomas's embarrassment.

"Oh, this class seems to be quite deep!" She said briskly to Snape's back. "But I suspect that it is advisable to teach them potions. I think the department would want to take it from It's too esoteric to delete it in the course!"

Snape slowly straightened up and turned to look at her.

"Enhancement agents of this difficulty should be re-learned in the class of the senior wizard registration exam. I want to see how they should learn how to deploy antidote now," Umbridge continued.

"That is the first grade course, and as a potion class professor, it is up to me to decide what to teach my class students to learn."

"I'm sorry, I don't agree with you on this point of view!" Umbridge said, starting to record on the tablet, "Now is not talking about this, but I can reveal that you will soon discover The Ministry of Magic will carry out all aspects of the reform of the Hogwarts textbook. We will ask the experts to carefully study the content that each grade student should learn, rather than the professors themselves. Ok, please answer me, you are How long has Hogwarts taught?"

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

Harry stared at him tightly, adding a few drops of liquid, and the potion made a terrible snoring, turning from green to orange.

"I heard that you first applied to teach the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, isn't it?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes," Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

"Obviously." Snape grinned.

"But why? This is really strange. The position of the professor is very vacant." Professor Umbridge wrote on the writing board, "You have applied for the Defence Against the Dark Arts many times since you entered the school. is not it?"

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

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?" Umbridge asked.

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

"I will." Professor Umbridge said with a smile. "Hey, I heard that you are still a potion master. As far as I know, there are very few wizards who can have this title now. You Can you show me a hand? Configure a highly difficult potion?"

"No!" Snape said coldly, his black eyes sewed. "Does this matter?"

"Yes!" Umbridge said. "The Ministry wants to have a comprehensive understanding of the background and abilities of the teachers. If you can't prove yourself, this is a sub-item. I have to remind you that I will check you to get this title. When submitting the results of the research, I hope to pass the test of experts."

She turned and walked away, went to Pansy Parkinson and began to ask her about the course.

Snape looked back at Harry, and the two met briefly, and Harry hurriedly looked down at his potion.

It has now condensed into a filthy one, giving off a smell of scented rubber burnt.

"It's zero, Potter," Snape said slyly, and the wand emptied Harry's cockroaches. "You write me an article about the correct preparation of this pharmacy, indicating where you are wrong, why? Wrong, I will hand in the next lesson, do you understand?"

"I understand." Harry said angrily.

Umbridge had a smile on his face and looked at Snape's attitude toward Harry, without stopping it.

She just recorded something quickly on the tablet, I don't know if it is a sub-item or a sub-item...