Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Chapter 931 Umbridge's First Lesson

Of course, Harry wanted to be an Auror more now, and he didn't know what grades an Auror needed.

"I haven't figured it out yet," Ron said slowly, looking a little embarrassed, "unless, uh..."

"What?" Harry urged, everyone looking at him.

"Well, being an Auror is pretty cool," said Ron half-truthfully.

"Yeah," said Harry enthusiastically, "that's pretty cool, it's the best job ever."

"They're pretty much the elite, though," said Ron. "Have to be really good, what about you, Colin?"

"I thought it would be great to be a videographer!" said Colin, "to shoot for the Hogwarts Wizarding News."

"You're already working on it now," said Ron dismissively. "What are you going to do, Hermione?"

"I'm not sure yet, I have too many ideas," said Hermione. "In short, I want to do something of real value."

She stopped for a while and didn't finish speaking. In fact, it would be even better if she could be with Aiwen!

"It's worth being an Auror!" said Harry.

"Yes, but that's not the only thing of value," said Hermione thoughtfully. "I mean, if I could further promote the House-Elf Rights Association..."

Everyone fell silent, careful not to look her in the eyes.

Breakfast ended with this, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to the boring History of Magic class.

Alvin and Colin went to the third floor for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which was Umbridge's first class at Hogwarts.

Alvin wasn't sure if Umbridge put the fourth grade on the first class on Monday because of him.

What he was sure of was that he hadn't expected anything from Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Sure enough, when he and Colin walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, wearing the fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before She wore that black velvet bow like a giant fly foolishly perched on an even bigger toad.

"Hi, Alvin Mason, nice to see you again!" she said in a sweet voice.

"Hello, Professor!" Ivan said cautiously, he was not happy at all.

"Oh, hurry up and sit down, we're about to start class!" Umbridge had a smirk on his face, as if he and Ivan were very familiar and intimate, "We two will have plenty of time to communicate slowly in the future. "

Ivan sat down and saw Ginny made a face to himself.

The whole class was silent when they walked into the classroom. They still don't know what kind of person Umbridge is, and they are not sure how strict her requirements for classroom discipline are. Everything is unknown, and it is better to be careful .

"Good morning, students!" said Umbridge after the class had sat down.

"Good morning, Professor!" The answer was scattered and casual.

"Tut, tut!" said Umbridge, "that's not okay, is it? You should have learned the proper etiquette, and I want you to answer like this: Good morning, Professor Umbridge. Well, please do it again. good morning students!"

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." Ivan opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

"The sound is not neat enough, nor loud enough!" said Umbridge critically. "Students, please do it again."

Everyone looked at each other silently, exchanging a look of surprise and uneasiness.

From the way Umbridge looked, if everyone's greetings didn't satisfy her, they might practice a whole class.

Finally, they said it again in unison, and a few boys even shouted out.

"That's right!" Professor Umbridge said in a whiny voice. "It's not too difficult, is it? I hope that everyone can do this before every class in the future. This is the most basic respect for teachers." .Now, please put away your wand and get out your quill."

Hearing her words, many students exchanged depressed eyes again.

The command to "put away the wand" was never followed by a lesson they found interesting.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class has always focused on actual combat. They don't use wands. Are they told to use quills to deal with dark wizards?

After the whole class reluctantly put away their wands and slowly took out their quills, ink and parchment, Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and Tap hard on the blackboard.

Immediately, two lines of words appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts Returns to Basic Principles.

"Students, you must have had the same doubts. The teaching of your course has been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned to face the whole class, crossed his hands and pointed at the students. Put it squarely on your chest, and then said, "I have checked your course materials and related homework and test papers for the past few years. I can only say that those are all rubbish. You have wasted three years in vain. What are you doing?" None of the useful Defense Against the Dark Arts was learned, teachers were constantly changing, and most of them did not follow the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic..."

Below the podium, the students quietly exchanged glances again, not knowing what Umbridge meant.

Did she mean to say that they had been wasting their time for the past three years?

This was indeed the case for Lockhart that year, but in all fairness, Lupine and Sirius taught it well, it was the orthodox Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the fake Moody also let them see what the real Dark Arts are. As for the first half of this year , the few lessons the real Moody took after he came back, let them know that this is the Auror.

Everyone feels that they have improved a lot. Is it too much to say that they have learned nothing and that the homework and test papers taught are rubbish?

Besides, there is Ivan in their class, who is now recognized as the most powerful little wizard in Hogwarts.

Unlike those people who became a little angry because of Umbridge's words, Ivan didn't feel anything. He was not Harry, and he would not jump out recklessly in class to confront Umbridge and obviously punish him own excuses and opportunities.

At least on the bright side, everyone must abide by the rules.

Umbridge is their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a watcher sent by the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts, he can't confront her head-on, and it's not time to tear her face, but secretly...

Ai Wen sniffed and made a good student's expression of concentrating on listening to the lecture. He felt that his belly was getting darker and darker!

Chapter 932 Bad Course

Umbridge looked around on the podium, seeing everyone's expressions.

"I think you are all aware that there are many problems with this course, but you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we will study a carefully planned, theory-centered course. , Ministry of Magic-approved Defense Against Magic course, please copy these words down."

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words just now disappeared, replaced by "Course Objectives".

l. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to identify the situations in which magic defense can be legally used.

3. Assess defensive magic in the context of practical application.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the quill pen writing on the parchment. Two or three minutes later, when every student had copied down Professor Umbridge's three curriculum objectives, she continued to ask, "Is it true?" Every classmate has a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

"Yes, that's right!" There was a murmur in the class, expressing affirmation.

"This is not okay, students, this is not okay, I think we have to do it again!" said Umbridge, shaking his head, "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer: Yes, Umbridge. Professor Mbridge; or: no, Professor Umbridge. Let me repeat: does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class answered loudly.

"Very good!" said Umbridge. "I hope you turn to the fifth page of the book and read Chapter 1, Getting Started with Basic Principles. Don't whisper while reading. If you finish reading, please continue to the next chapter." .”

There was a loud discussion in the class. It was two consecutive Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Hearing what Umbridge said, you want them to sit here and read a book all morning?

"Quiet!" said Umbridge, showing his small, sharp teeth. "We're reading now, so if you have any questions, we can talk after class. Also, I hope you will ask questions in my class later." Raise your hand when you have a question.”

Her two toad-like eyes with drooping eyelids stared at everyone, and the classroom fell silent instantly.

Alvin won't confront Umbridge overtly in class, and has nothing to talk to her about.He turned the "Defense Against Magic Theory" to the fifth page. Not surprisingly, the content on it was very boring. First, he systematically explained what black magic is and the corresponding defense against black magic, that is, white magic.

Black magic and white magic are not as clearly divided as black and white.

According to the author of this book, Wilbert Slinka, whether it is black magic or white magic, they all have different techniques and ideas for controlling one's own mental power. For example, using the Killing Curse requires strong malice and killing intent. While using the protection spell, the user needs to recall happy things, generate pleasant emotions, or have a strong protective idea.

These things are already very basic for Ivan, and the explanations in this book are very long-winded and boring, full of esoteric and long sentences, which are as boring as listening to Professor Binns' lectures. Quiet, thinking about other things.

The classroom was silent, and next to Ivan, Colin stared blankly at the same place on the book.

It had been a long time since many people had turned a page, and Umbridge didn't seem to mind that.

She sat on the chair behind the podium and looked at every little wizard in the classroom one by one, wondering what she was thinking about.

While Ivan and the others were staring at the book in a daze all morning, Harry and the others had just finished their drowsy history of magic class. Professor Binns dragged his voice on the topic of the giant war, full of He spoke for an hour and a half.

If it were another teacher, this topic would probably be more interesting, but Professor Binns, the ghost teacher, narrates the subject in a constant tone, why not let them read the book by themselves?

Probably, only Hermione could resist the hypnotic power of Binns' voice.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they emerged from the History of Magic classroom.

"What will happen if I don't lend you my notes this year?" Hermione asked coldly.

She was very dissatisfied with Harry and Ron's behavior in class, they were not paying attention at all.

Ron began by passing notes non-stop with Lavender, and later played a kind of hangman's game with Harry on the parchment.

"Then we'll fail History of Magic 0.W.Ls," said Ron. "If you want to have a conscience, Hermione?"

"Hmph, you deserve it!" She retorted sharply, "You didn't pay attention to his lecture at all, did you?"

"We're working hard," said Ron, "we just don't have your brain, your memory, and your concentration. You and Ivan are smarter than us, so don't leave any pot unopened." OK, okay?"

"Hmph, don't give me these ecstasy soups." Hermione said, but her expression softened slightly, "I don't know what's going on with Ivan, that woman's first episode, what do you think she will teach? "

"Maybe like Moody, show everyone black magic?"

"That's impossible. She's not Mad-Eye, and she won't do such crazy things. This is not allowed by the Ministry of Magic. Besides, don't forget the purpose of her coming to Hogwarts." Hermione said, " She came to dare Hogwarts on behalf of Fudge, and she couldn't really teach us anything."

"I don't know, but if she conducts actual combat exercises, Ivan will definitely have the opportunity to teach her a lesson." Harry said.

They kept discussing this issue, and when Snape walked into the basement, they hurriedly shut up and fell silent.

Everyone fell silent the moment they saw Snape.

Normally, the mere presence of Snape was enough to silence the class.

Harry originally thought that since Snape was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, it would be better to be more or less right with them.

But he soon found out that he was wrong, very wrong.

"Before we start class today, I think I need to remind you." Snape walked quickly to the podium, looking at them all sternly and said, "Next June, you will take an important exam, and by then You'll show how much you've learned about potion making and use. While there are a few people in this class who are indeed mentally retarded, I hope you'll all barely pass your owLs, or I'll be very angry."

His eyes fell on Neville's face this time, and Neville gasped in horror.

Chapter 933 Unstable Harry

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes." Snape continued, "I only select the best students to enter my NEWTs Potions class, which means that we Some people are going to have to say goodbye."

He pursed his lips slightly and his eyes fell on Harry's face.

Harry stared at him unflinchingly, too, and he couldn't help but feel a vicious pleasure at the thought of giving up Potions and getting rid of Snape after fifth year, which was probably the best he'd heard in a while. news.

"But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell," Snape said softly, looking away from Harry's face, "so, whether or not you plan to take the NEWTS, I Both recommend that you all focus on doing your homework and achieving the high pass level that I require my OWLs students to achieve."

He paused, waved his wand, and the formula and brewing method of the potion appeared on the blackboard.

"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizarding level examinations: palliative potion, which can calm and relieve restless and anxious emotions. Be careful, if the ingredients are careless, it will make the person who takes the potion fall into a dead state A severe, sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to be extra careful about your behaviour."

According to the method on the blackboard, Harry tried to boil the palliative potion, which was the most difficult and labor-intensive potion he had encountered. The ingredients must be added to the cauldron in strict order and quantity; the mixture must be stirred. To the prescribed number of times, neither more nor less, first clockwise, then counterclockwise; when the crucible boils, the temperature of the flame must drop to a certain standard, neither high nor low, and keep it for a specific period of time before it can Add the last ingredient.

With 10 minutes left, Snape said, "Your potion should now be emitting a faint, silvery-white steam."

Harry, sweating profusely, glanced up at the classroom in despair.

Puffs of dark gray gas were coming from his own cauldron, Ron's was sputtering green sparks; Seamus frantically poked the tip of his wand at the flames under his cauldron as they were about to go out. .

Hermione's potion was emitting a shimmering silver-white steam. When Snape walked quickly, the eyes on the hooked nose looked down at Hermione's cauldron without making any comments. Said he couldn't find anything wrong with it.

At Harry's cauldron, however, Snape stopped and looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sarcasm on his face.

"Potter, what is this?"

The Slytherins at the front of the room looked up with interest. They loved hearing Snape sarcasm Harry.

"Mediate," Harry said nervously.

"Potter, tell me!" Snape said softly, "Can you read?"

"Yes," said Harry, gripping his wand tightly.

"Astonishing. In that case, read me the third line of the operating instructions, Potter."

Harry squinted at the blackboard. Now that the dungeon was filled with steam of various colors, it was not easy to see the operating instructions on the blackboard.

"Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for 7 minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup."

His heart sank, he didn't add hellebore syrup.

After letting the potion boil for 7 minutes, he went straight to the fourth instruction.

"Have you done everything in number three, Potter?"

"No." Harry said quietly.