Chapter 979
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Harry let go of his hand. Neville stood there panting, glaring at him.
"Why did you stop me?" he asked angrily.
"I had to stop you!" Harry said, panting as he picked up his bag. "Otherwise, Crabbe and Gall will tear you apart."
"Neville, we …" Hermione stopped, not knowing what to say.
She shouldn't talk about Neville's parents here. This matter should be kept secret. They swore not to tell anyone.
Hermione wanted to say that she understood Neville, but could they really understand Neville's pain? The answer was obviously no …
Neville didn't say anything. He grabbed his bag and strode into the underground classroom.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other. They felt uneasy about Neville's state and followed him into the classroom.
They sat down in their usual seats at the back of the classroom and took out their parchment, quills, and "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" textbook. The students around them were whispering to each other and discussing Neville's behavior.
But when Snape closed the door of the underground classroom, making a loud echo, the whole class suddenly fell silent.
"Everyone will notice," Snape said in his low, sarcastic tone, "we have a guest today."
He pointed to a dark corner. Harry saw Professor Umrich sitting there with a writing board on her lap.
"It's Umrich!" He glanced at Ron and Hermione and raised his eyebrows.
Snape and Umrich were the two teachers he hated the most. It was difficult to decide who he wanted to have the upper hand.
Umrich seemed to have recovered. There were no traces of Elwyn's pranks. She was just as annoying as before.
"Continue to brew the strengthening potion today. You will see the mixture from your last class. If you mix it correctly, it should be done by the end of the week. The instructions are on the blackboard." He waved his wand again. Rows of words appeared on the blackboard. "Start now."
Umrich hadn't given up on the professor's assessment. She started again on the first day after she came back.
This time, she included Snape in the scope of the assessment. After all, she had never attended a potions class before.
Snape's class was like this. No one was allowed to speak or ask questions, and even the Potioneering textbook wasn't needed. All the steps were written on the blackboard, and one only needed to know the specific uses of the herbs to assist with the .
Most of the recipes given by Snape were a little different from the books. Elwyn said that he had improved them to be more effective in brewing potions. Back then, he had specially asked Percy for his potion class notes to study.
However, Harry remained skeptical because he had never been able to mix it well. It was better to go back and follow the textbook.
Professor Umrich didn't speak for half an hour. She was taking notes in the corner.
Harry was so focused on listening to her question to Snape that he was careless when brewing the potion.
"Salamander blood, Harry!" Hermione cried, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from adding the wrong ingredients for the third time. "You're mistaken. It's not pomegranate juice!"
"Okay." Harry said absent-mindedly. He put down the bottle and continued to stare at the corner. Umrich had just stood up.
She walked between the two rows of tables to Snape. At this time, Snape was bending over to check Dean Thomas's crucible.
"Oh, this class seems to have learned quite a lot!" She said briskly to Snape's back. "But I doubt whether it is advisable to teach them the enhancement potion. I think the ministry will want to delete it from the curriculum. It's too profound!"
Snape slowly straightened his back and turned to look at her.
"The enhancement potion should be learned in the class of the senior wizard registration exam. In my opinion, they should learn how to brew the antidote now." Umrich continued.
"That's a first-year course. As a potion professor, it's up to me to decide what to teach the students in my class."
"I'm sorry, I can't agree with you on this point of view!" Umrich said and began to record on the writing board. "Now is not the time to talk about this, but I can reveal one thing. You will soon find that the Ministry of Magic will carry out a comprehensive reform of the content of the Hogwarts teaching materials. We will ask experts to carefully study the content that the students of each grade should learn, instead of letting the professors decide it themselves. Okay, please answer me. How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts? "
"Fourteen years." Snape's expression was unreadable.
Harry stared at him and added a few drops of liquid. The potion made a horrible sizzling sound and turned from green to orange.
"I heard that you applied to teach Defense Against Dark Magic first, right?" Professor Umrich asked Snape.
"Yes." Snape said in a low voice.
"But you didn't get it?"
"Obviously." Snape curled his lips.
"But why? It's really strange. The professorship for this course is very vacant. " Professor Umrich wrote quickly on the writing board. "You have applied to teach Defense Against Dark Magic many times since you entered the school, right?"
"Yes." Snape said in a low voice, his lips barely moving. He looked very annoyed.
"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to hire you?" Umrich asked.
"I suggest you ask him." Snape replied stiffly.
"I will." Professor Umrich said with a smile. "Well, I heard that you are also a Master Potion Maker? As far as I know, there are very few wizards with such a title nowadays. Can you show me some of your skills? Can you make some difficult potions? "
"No!" Snape said coldly. His black eyes narrowed. "Does it matter?"
"It does!" Umrich said. "The Ministry wants to know the background and ability of the teachers. If you can't prove yourself, it will be a deduction. I have to remind you that I will check the research results you submitted when you got this title. I hope they can pass the examination of the experts."
She turned and walked away. She walked to Pansy Parkinson and began to ask her about the course.
Snape looked back at Harry. Their eyes met briefly. Harry hurriedly looked down at his potion.
It had now coagulated into a dirty lump and emitted a pungent smell of burnt rubber.
"Zero again, Potter." Snape said fiercely. He waved his wand and emptied Harry's crucible. "Write me an article on the correct preparation of this potion. Indicate where you went wrong and why you went wrong. Hand it in next class. Got it?"
"Got it." Harry said angrily.
Umrich smiled. She looked at Snape's attitude towards Harry and did not stop him.
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