69novels Chapter 113 Professor Umbridge
Chapter 113 Professor Umbridge
Chapter 113 Professor Umbridge
Slytherin dormitory.
An took off her school robe with one hand, revealing a short-sleeved white shirt underneath.
"Ann, did you gain weight during the summer vacation? It feels like your stomach has gained a lot of weight." Fanny said looking at Ann's stomach.
"Don't be silly, I'm still very confident in my physique that won't make me fat." An slightly raised a corner of the shirt, revealing the thick gauze wrapped inside, "It's gauze."
Looking at the thick layer of gauze, Fanny frowned and asked, "Ann, what kind of experiment did you do?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure what kind of experiment it is. It uses potion science equipment, but many materials are closely related to herbal medicine, and finally came up with something similar to charm science." An thought for a while and said. .
"An experiment like this?" said Fanny.
"Yes, it is this kind of experiment that can arouse my curiosity..." An said, and then sighed, "There are still many unknown knowledge worthy of our research in the magical world."
"..." Fanny curled her lips noncommittally.
The next day, the restaurant.
Crackling, hundreds of owls flew in from the high window.They fell all over the hall, bringing letters and parcels to their owners, and splashing water on the heads of those who were eating breakfast.Apparently, it was raining heavily outside.
Mo Mo flew up to An's face carefully, trying not to let the water drop on An's body.
Pulled out the rolled letter from Mo Mo's feet, An pushed a cupcake to Mo Mo, Mo Mo Chao An cried out happily, and began to eat.
A rolled parchment with a water-repelling spell, easy to open with one hand.
It was from Dinah and Aaron, their signatures prominently at the bottom of the letter.The content is to remind An must go to the school hospital to see the wound.
Putting the letter in the schoolbag, Ann spread a layer of butter on a piece of toast.
At this time, Professor Snape handed out the schedules one by one along the table.
"Monday morning, Potions class and Gryffindor, afternoon, Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Gryffindor. Wow, this Monday is really interesting." Fanny looked at the class schedule and said.
An stared at the timetable for a while, then put the timetable into her schoolbag, "Yes, but it might be too interesting." An said as she poured herself a full glass of milk.
Snape's dungeon was no different from before, and through the door Ann and Fanny came to their usual desks near the lectern.
I dug out books, quill pens, inks and balances from my schoolbag, and looked for these things with one hand, which took twice as long as the previous class.
"I decided to tidy up the things in my schoolbag tonight." Ann said when she dug out the last commonly used material.
The class bell rang, and Professor Snape walked into the classroom on time.
"Quiet." Snape said coldly, closing the classroom door behind his back.
In fact, he didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all. As soon as the whole class heard the door closed, they immediately became silent, and all small movements stopped.Normally, the mere presence of Snape was enough to silence the class.
"Before we start class today," said Snape, walking quickly to the podium, looking sternly at them all, "I thought it necessary to remind you that next May you will be sitting an important exam, and by then You'll prove 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, pissed."
His eyes fell on Neville's face this time, and Neville gasped in horror.
"Of course, after this year, many of you who ask will no longer be able to take my classes," Snape went on, "I only pick the best students for my NEWTs Potions class, which is Say, some of us are going to have to say goodbye."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Harry's face.
"But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell comes." Snape said softly, "So, regardless of whether you plan to take the NEWTS exam or not, I suggest that you all concentrate on studying well. To achieve the high pass level that I require of my OWLs students.
"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. Note: if the ingredients are sloppy, it will make the user fall into a dead state A severe, sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to be extra careful about your behaviour."
"Ingredients and recipes—" Snape waved his wand, "on the blackboard—" (the blackboard did appear) "everything you need—" he waved his wand again, "in the locker— ’ (the locker door of which he speaks flung open) ‘You’ve got an hour and a half—go ahead.’
The potion Snape had arranged for them to concoct was the most difficult and labor-intensive one.The ingredients must be added to the crucible in strict order and in exact quantities; the mixture must be stirred a prescribed number of times, no more and no less, first clockwise, then counterclockwise; the temperature of the flame must drop to a certain level as the crucible boils. The standard, neither high nor low, is maintained for a specific period of time before the last ingredient is added.
An unhurriedly added the materials with one hand (the materials were cut by Fanny), controlling the flame.In fact, after the third grade, Ann felt that taking Snape's Potions class was relatively easy, as long as the steps and quantities were strictly followed, the potions could basically be made.
Of course, the deepening of potion science ability also benefited from An's deepening understanding of various magic plants and raw materials, and they promoted each other very quickly.
"Your potion should now be emitting a faint, silvery-white steam," Snape said with 10 minutes left.
A shimmering silver-white steam came out of Fanny's crucible. Ann stirred the potion clockwise three times, and then a shimmering silver-white steam also came out of the crucible.
When Professor Snape walked past their table, he didn't make any comments, which means he couldn't fault anything, and Malfoy, and of course Hermione, also enjoyed this kind of treatment.
But Harry wasn't treated so well, and Snape walked up to Harry's side, looking down at Harry's cauldron with a horrible sarcasm on his face.
"Potter, what is this?" Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe and others in the front row of the classroom looked up with interest. They liked hearing Snape taunting Harry the most.
"Mediate," Harry said nervously.
"Potter, tell me," Snape said softly, "do you know how to read?" Malfoy laughed loudly. "Yes." Harry said.
"Read me the third line of the operating instructions, Potter."
"Add the moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for seven minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup?" Harry said.
"Have you done everything in number three, Potter?"
"No." Harry said quietly.
"I'm sorry, 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 this cauldron is useless. Disappears."
Harry's potion disappeared in an instant.He stood foolishly beside an empty cauldron.
"Those who have read the operating instructions carefully, put your medicine samples into a pot-bellied short-necked bottle, carefully label your name, and take it to my podium for inspection." Snape said, "Homework : Twelve-inch treatise on parchment on the properties of moonstones and their use in medicine, due Thursday."
Ann put the short-necked bottle on the table, filled the bottle with a short-handled spoon, and carefully wrote the label on the bottle. She was the first to hand in the homework.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Ann walked out of the classroom while others were still queuing up to hand in their homework. She had to go to the school hospital. Before leaving, she asked Fanny Chinese Food to help her get some delicious food and cut them up. Wait for her to come back to eat.
In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey was not in the large room where the hospital beds were placed. Ann went straight into the office, and Madam Pomfrey was arranging the medicine bottles.
"Good afternoon, Madam Pomfrey," Ann said.
Madam Pomfrey turned around, "Xiao An, what happened to you today... what happened to your hand?? Didn't school just start today?" She hurriedly put down the medicine bottle in her hand, walked around the various boxes on the ground, and walked Arrived in front of Ann.
Ann showed a wry smile, "I made it at home a few days ago, and it still hasn't healed. I came here today to change the medicine. This is my medical record at St. Mungo's Magical Hospital."
Madam Pomfrey took the medical records, flipped through them and said, "Okay, let's go outside, you find a hospital bed and sit down."
Walking out of the office, Ann found a nearby hospital bed and sat down. She took off the bandages hanging her arms, unbuttoned the school gown with one hand, and took off the school gown.
Madam Pomfrey finished reading the medical records with a frown, raised Ann's arm, and took off the gauze.A four or five inch long scabbed wound on the forearm.
"The wound is very deep, the bleeding just stopped yesterday morning?" Madam Pomfrey stared at the wound for a while and asked.
Ann nodded.
"Well, for the next three days, be careful not to touch the wound or get wet. Do you have to come here every day?" Madam Pomfrey said, "I'll get the medicine."
After applying the medicine, the gauze on the abdomen was removed. The wound was on the left side of the abdomen, but the wound was much shallower and shorter than the wound on the forearm.
After thanking her, An put on her schoolbag and walked quickly to the restaurant. She was very hungry.
"Hermione came to see you just now..." Fanny said as soon as Ann sat down.
"Looking for me? Why?" Ann thought for a while, has anything happened recently?
Fanny shook her head. "She didn't say."
"Oh." Ann used a fork to pick up a piece of fried tender beef, put it in her mouth, and glanced at the long table in Gryffindor. The three of them were not there, swallowed the first piece of meat, and Ann forked again. Picked up the second piece.
"By the way, she cut the two plates of grilled pork chops and tender beef in front of you..." Fanny said calmly.
An was stunned for a moment, and the fork raised to her mouth stopped for a while, but she finally put it in her mouth.
"Well, she cuts pretty well." An said calmly, swallowing the food in her mouth.
"Is that how you react?"
"Otherwise, so what..." An turned her head to look at Fanny and muttered, then turned her head and went to eat.
Having said that, Fanny observed that Ann did not have the usual intervals between eating meat to eat other things, such as pudding, bread, dried fruit, and the like.
After eating at noon, Ann and Fanny only wandered around the castle yard for a while and had to go to class again. Since this year is the OWLs year, all the class time has been extended.
It was Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon. When Ann and Fanny walked into the classroom, they found that Professor Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, and there were already many students in the classroom, but no one spoke.
Ann and Fanny looked at each other, and sat down in the middle of the classroom in silence.The other students were also silent when they walked into the classroom. Professor Umbridge was still unknown, and no one knew how strict her requirements for classroom discipline were.
"Students, good afternoon!" She said after the whole class sat down.
Ann, Fanny, and a few others muttered "Good afternoon" in reply.
"Tsk, tut," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not going to work, is it? I want you to answer like this: Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. 'Do it again, please. Good afternoon, students!'"
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they replied in unison.
"That's right," said Professor Umbridge's voice, "it's not too difficult, is it? Put away your wand, please, and get out your quill."
Many students exchanged depressed looks.The command to "put away the wand" was never followed by a lesson they found interesting.In one movement, the class stuffed their wands into their schoolbags and produced quills, ink, and parchment.
Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard. Two lines of words appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts returns to basic principles
"Students, the teaching of your course has been intermittent and unsystematic, isn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned to face the whole class, crossed his hands and put his fingers squarely on his chest, Then he said, "The constant turnover of teachers, many of whom do not appear to be teaching to the standard of the Ministry-approved curriculum, unfortunately puts you far below the level you are supposed to be in OwLs.
"However, you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be rectified. This year, we will be studying a carefully planned, theory-centred, Ministry-approved Defense Against Magic course. Please copy these words .”
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 art.
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 Professor Umbridge's three curriculum goals, she asked, "Is everyone The classmates all have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's "The Theory of Magic Defense"?"
There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.
"I think we're going to do it all over again," said Professor Umbridge. "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' .' Again: Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"
"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class answered loudly.
"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I would like you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Introductory Fundamentals'. Do not whisper while reading."
Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and sat down in a chair behind the podium, staring at everyone with his tormelike eyes with drooping lids.
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