Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Sorry, I didn't catch you, please say it again."

"No!" said Harry, raising his voice. "I forgot to put in the hellebore."

"I know you've forgotten, Potter, which means that this crucible of garbage is useless and disappears without a trace."

Harry's potion was gone in an instant, and he stood stupidly beside an empty cauldron.

"Students who have read the operating instructions carefully, put your medicine samples into a short-necked bottle with a large belly, carefully label your name, and take it to my podium for inspection. The performance of this brewing will affect the Your grades for the year," said Snape, "and homework: a twelve-inch essay on parchment on the properties of moonstones and their use in medicine, due Thursday."

Students around Harry were filling flasks with potions, and he was furious as he put everything away.

His potion is no worse than Ron's, Ron's crucible smells like rotten eggs; it's not worse than Neville's potion, Neville's potion has become hard, like freshly stirred cement, he Now I had to dig it out of the cauldron.

But it happened to be him, Harry, who got zero marks for today's homework.

He put his wand back into his bag, sat down on his seat, and watched the other students walk towards Snape's podium one by one with short-necked bottles filled with potions and covered with corks. After a long time, the bell When it finally rang, Harry was the first to rush out of the dungeon, not wanting to stay here for a moment.

When Aiwen and the others came to the auditorium after their dreary Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the weather on the ceiling was dark and gloomy, and the raindrops were pattering on the high windows. They were in the same bad mood as the fourth graders.

The only one who was in a worse mood than them was Harry, and Ivan could feel it just when he got close.

"It's really unfair that Snape did that," Hermione said to Harry. "Your potion isn't nearly as bad as Goyle's, and when he was filling the bottle, the whole thing just splattered all over the place." , and set his robe on fire."

"Hmph, when has Snape ever treated me fairly?" said Harry sullenly, staring angrily at the plate.

"I thought he was going to get better this year!" said Hermione in a disappointed tone. "I mean, you know, well, he's now in the Order of the Phoenix and everything."

She looked around cautiously. There were six or seven empty seats on either side of them, and no one passed by the table.

"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots." Ron said sharply, "Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore was crazy to trust Snape. Is there any evidence that he is really no longer a mystery?" Are people working?"

"Dumbledore must have had enough evidence, though he didn't show it to you," said Hermione curtly.

"Oh, shut up, you two," Harry said irritably, "can't you just stop for a while? It's been going on all morning, and it's always going on and on, and it's driving me crazy .”

Both Hermione and Ron froze, looking angry and aggrieved.

After Harry finished speaking, he threw down his minced mashed potato pie, and threw his schoolbag on his shoulders. Just as he got up, he saw Ivan and Colin walking over. He stopped for a moment, muttered a greeting, and walked away Go, leaving four people in a daze.

"What's wrong with him?" Ivan looked at Harry's back in surprise, his mood has been unstable recently.

First, I had a quarrel with Seamo last night in front of all the students in the school, and now it's like this again...

No matter how close the relationship is, it can be seen that Harry's temper is obviously much more irritable now than before.

Maybe it's because the accumulated pressure is too much, at least in the last semester, it wasn't like this.

"It's that old bat Snape!" said Ron in disgust. "He deliberately targeted Harry and gave him zero points for the potion."

"Don't mention this, how is your place?" Hermione said, helping Ivan get a piece of mashed potato pie. "What did Professor Umbridge teach you in class?"

Chapter 934 Fifth Grade Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

"It's extremely boring. We read the whole morning." Colin sighed and said, "This is the most boring class I have ever experienced. You are not allowed to talk, sleep, do small movements, or even lie on the table. In the morning, I straightened my back and sat there quietly staring at "Magic Defense Theory" in a daze. To be honest, I didn't read a word."

"God, how could she do that!" said Ron, startled, which sounded really bad.

Especially since everyone knew that Defense Against the Dark Arts was the same for all grades, and even Fred and George's seventh grade were required to buy the book "Defense Against Magic Theory" as a textbook, which made it even worse.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class has six classes a week, which is equivalent to staring at a meaningless book for a day and a half.

This is simply a nightmare level. Although Professor Binns is a bit long-winded, he allows the students to do other things below, sleeping, playing games, etc., as long as it does not affect his lectures, which is obviously not the case for Umbridge. .

"That's not counting. She also assigned us homework, went back to continue reading this book, and handed in a paper before Friday." Colin dragged his voice, "Twenty inches long, the topic is right Reason for a non-offensive response to a magical attack."

"What does this sentence mean?" Ron was a little unresponsive.

"I don't know, that book is full of such incomprehensible sentences." Colin said with dull eyes, "I have never written such a long paper before, and she told everyone that the grade of this assignment will be included in the The final grade of the school year is in. Aiwen, can I see your homework then?"

Before Ivan could answer, Ron shouted angrily, "Like Snape, I know that woman..."

"Keep down, Ron!" Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "Reading more books will be good for you, and it won't be so boring, but I really don't understand it. It's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. What's the point? That defeats the purpose of the class, that we should get out our wands and practice defensive spells, especially at a time like this..."

"Have you forgotten her purpose of coming to Hogwarts?" Ivan reminded.

"Intervention at Hogwarts on behalf of the Ministry of Magic," said Hermione, recalling Umbridge's speech last night.

"That's right, so we can't confront her, we can't openly oppose the Ministry of Magic, at least on the surface, it's extremely irrational, and it's not good for us." Ivan said, "In class, Do as she says."

Fudge is worried that Hogwarts will become Dumbledore's training base for personal forces. He doesn't want little wizards to learn powerful magic and limit their development. Everything Umbridge does must revolve around this, so that Hogwarts Gewarz is no longer united.

What she does will not be effective. In private, Aiwen can win over students from other colleges, and seize the time to help his own people improve their strength. When Voldemort takes action, they can directly fight back.

Now is not the time to have a falling out with her, and Aiwen doesn't want to be locked up by Umbridge, who will be targeted everywhere and can't do anything.

Sometimes, a temporary retreat is for a better offense.

"But..." Hermione hesitated.

"Well, Umbridge asked me to have tea with her tonight, and I agreed to go over and have a talk with her before deciding how to take action." Aiwen continued, "In any case, her current identity They are all professors at the school, don't conflict with her in class, reading more books is also good for us, if you are bored, you can read other magic books."

"Torn apart!" He took out his "Magic Defense Theory" and tapped it lightly with his wand.

Suddenly, the book and the cover were separated!

"Restored as before!" Ivan put together a copy of his magic research notes and the cover of "Magic Defense Theory".

He tapped again with his wand, and the two combined.

From the outside, I don't even know that the contents of the book have changed.

"Evan, how can you do this?"

"What else? Have a big fight with her, and then give her a reason to put you in confinement." Aiwen said, and handed the new "Magic Defense Theory" to Hermione, "That's too childish, I'd better now Keep a low profile, at least on the surface. By the way, Professor McGonagall also meant this when he talked to me in the morning, and you all remember to tell Harry not to be impulsive, because his mood has been unstable recently."

Ivan and Professor McGonagall's worries are very necessary. During class in the afternoon, Ron and Hermione told Harry what Ivan said at noon and things that need attention, but it didn't work. He felt aggrieved.

He didn't understand, how could Ivan bow his head like Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic? !

First Seamus, then Snape, then Ron and Hermione, and now even Ivan...

Therefore, when Umbridge asked everyone to read Chapter 1 "Basic Principles of Getting Started" in "Defense of Magic Theory", Harry questioned without hesitation, what's the point of them doing this?

As long as someone takes the lead, the resistance of the little wizards can be easily mobilized, and even Hermione no longer hesitates.

Although he thinks Ivan's warning is correct, don't conflict with Umbridge in class, but it doesn't mean that she is willing to waste time in class, and she must help Harry.

"Sit down, Mr. Potter! These questions of yours are written very clearly in the course objectives, as long as you read them carefully from beginning to end, you will understand. If not, then read them again." Umbridge said firmly. Said in an unwavering tone.

"But your course objectives don't say a single word about using defensive spells," said Hermione.

"In my class, students must raise their hands before speaking, are you?"

"Hermione Granger," said Hermione.

"Okay, Miss Granger, sorry I didn't catch you, you mean using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a chuckle, "Geez, I can't imagine the need to The way you use defensive spells, Miss Granger, you don't think you're going to be attacked in class, do you?"

"Can't we use magic?" Ron shouted.

"I repeat, please raise your hand!" Umbridge glanced at Ron. "What's your name?"

"Ron Weasley!" Ron said and raised his hand quickly.

Umbridge smiled kindly, but ignored him, turning to look at Harry and Hermione who were still standing there.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, I don't know who instilled these wrong ideas into you, making you think that the magic world today is as full of dangers as it was hundreds of years ago, and what you worry about is completely unnecessary, You're at Hogwarts now, in my class, and there's no way..."

Chapter 935 Ten Deductions from Gryffindor

"But, Professor, the overall aim of Defense Against the Dark Arts should of course be to practice defensive spells," interrupted Hermione.

"Please don't interrupt when I speak in the future. Also, since the general purpose of Defense Against the Dark Arts is mentioned, are you an education specialist specially trained by the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked her asked the cloyingly sweet false voice.

"No, but..."

"Well, then I don't think you are qualified to judge what the overall goal of any class is. Our latest study plan was designed and formulated by wizards who are much older and smarter than you. No doubts were encountered as the class proceeded. I can definitely say that you will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free manner...”

"What's the use of that?" Harry asked loudly, interrupting Umbridge again, and he was even angrier when he thought that Ivan had compromised with Umbridge in the morning, "If we are attacked, then Certainly not in a…”

"Quiet!" said Umbridge in a singing voice. "I said don't interrupt me, Mr. Potter, and please raise your hand."

Harry quickly raised his hand high, and Umbridge did it again.

She immediately turned her face to look elsewhere, but now several other students raised their hands.

"What's your name?" Professor Umbridge asked Dean.

"Dean Thomas."

"Go ahead, Mr. Thomas."

"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?" Dean said, "If we're attacked, there's no way we're not going to be without risk."

"I'll say it again!" said Professor Umbridge, taking a deep breath and smiling at Dean in that particularly irritating way, "Do you think you're going to be attacked in my class? "

"No, but—"

"Enough, I have to say that your class is the most problematic of all grades. Apart from personal factors, the basis of these problems lies in the school itself. To be honest, I really don't want to criticize some of the school's teaching methods. Professor Umbridge's voice over Dean's, and she put on a false smile, widened her wide mouth, and let out a harsh mocking sound, "But in this class You have come into contact with a few very irresponsible wizards, indeed very irresponsible, not to mention, there are particularly dangerous half-human half-beasts."

"If you're referring to Professor Lupine," Dean said angrily, "he's the best teacher we've ever met, and the "Hogwarts Wizarding Newspaper" he is running with Ivan is also my favorite newspaper .”

"Hands up, Mr. Thomas! About that newspaper, I will talk to Mr. Mason, let him carefully choose his staff and the content he should publish. As for this course, as I just said, the magic they introduced to you It's all complicated, not suitable for your age group, and extremely harmful. Look, you are all scared and delirious, thinking that you will be attacked by black magic every day... ..."

"No, we didn't," Hermione said angrily, and Harry beside him was also annoyed, "We just..."

"Don't interrupt me, Miss Granger, and you didn't raise your hand!"

Hermione raised her hand, Harry held it up high too, and Professor Umbridge turned away.

"Apart from that dangerous half-human half-beast and an escaped prisoner from Azkaban, I believe that my predecessor, that lunatic, not only cast illegal spells on your face, but cast them on you."

"Professor Moody is the best, we learned a lot from him!" Harry shouted angrily, "Also, Sirius is not a fugitive who escaped from prison, you wronged him 15 years ago ..."

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said in a trembling voice, the smile on his face fading, "I don't want to argue with you here about the crazy things my predecessor did, isn't it What we are supposed to discuss in this class, and your understanding is quite one-sided. Well, the Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exam more effectively. After all, it is the purpose of the school to let students pass the exam. What's your name?"

She stopped and asked, staring at Parvati who had just raised her hand.

"Professor Parvati Patil, isn't there anything practical in our Defense Against the Dark Arts exams? Shouldn't we show that we can actually cast spells and other magic?"

"Hmph, as long as you've learned the theory very solidly, there's no reason why you wouldn't be able to cast spells under strictly controlled examination conditions." Professor Umbridge said contemptuously, "If you can't, it's obviously your own fault." s reason."

"Don't you need practice beforehand?" Parvati asked in disbelief. "Are you saying that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?"

"I'll say it again, as long as you learn the theory very solidly..."

"What's the use of theory in the real world?" Harry asked loudly, raising his fists high again.

His voice was very loud, almost yelling out with all his strength.

Professor Umbridge raised his gaze and said slowly, "This is the school, Mr. Potter, not the real world."

"So don't we need to prepare for what's waiting outside?"

"There's nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter, your mind is dangerous."

"Oh, is it?" said Harry.

His anger has been secretly churning inside all day, and now it is approaching the breaking point.

No, just when he made up his mind to question Umbridge, he exploded.

"Wake up, Mr. Potter, who would attack a child like you?" Professor Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly intimate voice, without any smile on his face.

"Well, let me see..." Harry said in a falsely thoughtful tone, "Maybe, Voldemort?!"

"Hiss!" The class gasped, and with screams, Neville even fell off the bench.

However, Umbridge didn't show any fear, as if he just heard a common name.

She doesn't seem to be as afraid of the name as everyone else is, of Voldemort.

She just stared at Harry with a look of vicious satisfaction on her face.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter."

There was silence and stillness in the classroom, everyone staring either at Umbridge or at Harry.

Harry was furious, and Hermione hurriedly stopped him, not letting him just pounce on him. She suddenly understood the meaning of what Ivan said when he left at noon, why she was asked to keep an eye on Harry and not get up with Umbridge Conflict, she regretted why she didn't do what Ai Wen said.

Harry is now almost exactly the same as Sirius before him, a powder keg that explodes at the slightest touch...

Chapter 936 Angry Harry