Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 322 I Choose Hermione, Harry Is Impossible!

Ten minutes before the end of get out of class, Snape casually looked around the classroom, "Your medicine should be emitting a faint, silver-white steam by now."

However, the classroom is obviously not as ideal as he said. The classroom is filled with steam of various colors, and it is even difficult to see the operations on the blackboard clearly.

Hera followed Snape to check the students' cauldrons. Some of their cauldrons were emitting cloud of dark gray gas, some were spewing green sparks, and there was even a bang, blowing its operator into a mushroom head.After walking around, only Hermione's cauldron could be called qualified. Her potion was emitting a shimmering silver-white steam, and Snape didn't even make any comments - which meant that he couldn't find any faults.

"I think this one is good, it doesn't matter if I pour a glass?" Hera held Snape, he didn't want to see Harry's cauldron again, it was an absolute disaster, he never had any expectations for Harry's Potions.

It can even be said that Harry didn't have any special subjects in school.

Snape ignored Hera, he walked straight to Harry's cauldron, his lips moved slightly, "Potter, what is this?"

Hera looked at Harry's cauldron with a dark face. He had no doubt that the gray-black potion would kill him.

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

"Mediate," Harry said nervously.

"Potter, tell me," Snape said softly, and at the same time glanced at Hera, signaling him not to disturb his teaching order. Hera stepped back wisely, and Snape continued to turn his head and asked, "Do you know how to read?"

"Yes," said Harry, gripping his wand tightly, which he had needed to stir the potion before, but now he wanted to poke into Snape's cap more than anything else.Believe him, he would have done it if it wasn't in the basement.

"Read me the third line of the operating instructions, Potter."

Harry squinted in the direction of the blackboard, but was blocked by Hera, who quickly dodged to the side, but the classroom was still filled with steam of various colors, and it was not easy to see the operation instructions on the blackboard clearly.

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

Harry hung his head, clearly aware of his mistake.Hera was stunned from the sidelines. Snape was really a master of potions, but he could tell exactly what went wrong with just a glance.

"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 crucible of trash is useless and disappears without a trace."

Harry's potion disappeared all of a sudden, and Hera let out a long sigh of relief as she leaned against someone's table. He didn't have the courage to drink Harry's pot of weird things at all.

"Students who have read the operating instructions carefully, please put your medicine samples into a short-necked bottle with a big belly, carefully write your name, and then come to my podium for testing." Snape said, and at the same time gave Hera a cold look, telling him to hide in the back of the classroom, he was about to finish class.

The students put their potions into flasks, and one by one, they walked to Snape's podium with the filled, corked flasks.

In fact, the other students' potions were not much better than Harry's. Some students' potions smelled like rotten eggs, and some students' potions became hard, like freshly mixed cement, and they had to use a lot of force to pull it out of the cauldron.

After a long time, the get out of class bell finally rang, and the students filed out - except Harry, who almost flew out of the dungeon.

"Severus, can I have a palliative potion?" Hera waited until all the students had left the classroom before opening her mouth slowly.Snape was clearing the flasks on the table, which filled the lectern.

"This is for you." Snape picked up a potion on the table and handed it to Hera without raising his head.

Hera sighed deeply, "Severus, I don't want to spend a few days in the school hospital, I have no doubt that this gang—"

"Granger made it." Snape raised his head and said coldly, "I thought you believed in her ability."

"Hermione?" After getting Snape's nod, Hera took the potion. Since Hermione brewed it, he dared to drink it - she must have previewed the course content during the summer vacation, and believed that her potion would not cause any major problems.

"Thank you so much." Hera patted Snape on the shoulder vigorously. He got such a large bottle of palliative, and the important thing is: he didn't spend a single copper Knut.

Hera carefully put the palliative into the pocket of her robe. Seeing Snape's cold face, he left the dungeon tactfully, carrying the palliative for free, feeling extraordinarily comfortable.

After lunch, Hera even found time to go back to the office and take a nap. It wasn't until two o'clock that she arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.The fifth grade was the first to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, and they had a divination class before the two consecutive lessons of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so Hera was not in a hurry, and he even found time to change into a robe.

When Hera walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, she found that Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, and almost all the students were sitting in the classroom upright, and they were all silent. Obviously, they were still completely unfamiliar with Umbridge, and no one knew how strict she was about classroom discipline.

"Oh, Mr. Lestrange, why are you here?" Umbridge asked in amazement the moment Hera entered the classroom, coupled with her pretentious tone, it was almost disgusting.

Hera walked quickly to the podium and said, "Principal Dumbledore is worried that you won't adapt to the teaching atmosphere of Hogwarts, so he asked me to come over to see if there is anything I can do to help."

Umbridge blinked his eyes, as if he wanted to see the flowers on Hera's face, and then said in an extremely exaggerated tone: "My God, what can I do to adjust, I am so happy to be back at Hogwarts. But I am very grateful to Principal Dumbledore for his thoughtfulness, and please convey my thanks for me."

"Yes, Professor." Hera nodded, and then found a seat at the back of the classroom. He didn't think Umbridge had anything to watch over, but since it was a task assigned by Dumbledore, he just continued to do it honestly. After all, he didn't want to take Defense Against the Dark Arts courses anymore. The past few years almost drained all his teaching enthusiasm.

Hermione winked at him as he turned to look for a seat, and Hera smiled softly at her as she touched the demulcent in her pocket.

"Good afternoon, students." Umbridge said after Hera left the podium.

Only a few classmates responded to her with "good afternoon" in their stomachs.

"Tsk, tsk," said Umbridge, groaning, "that's not going to work, is it? I want you to answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good afternoon, students."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they said in unison.

"That's right," said Umbridge in a whining voice. "It's not too difficult, is it? Put away your wand, please, and get out your quill."

Hera was ready to drink the palliative, and he had a hunch that Umbridge's lesson would definitely make him restless.While the students put away their wands one after another, Hera took a gulp of the palliative, and he felt that his boredom was relieved, and his boredom with Umbridge was subsided.

Hermione's potion was a success.

Umbridge opened her handbag, twitched a surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard. Two lines of words appeared on the blackboard immediately:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
back to basic theory
"Students, your class has been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Umbridge turned to face the whole class, crossed his hands and placed them squarely on his chest.But the students in the classroom all turned their heads to look at Hera who was sitting in the back row of the classroom. Unfortunately, he was looking at the blackboard very lazily with his legs crossed.

"Ahem." Hera had to cough twice to remind the students to focus on Umbridge.

Umbridge's eyes rolled, she looked a little angry, her face was flushed, but she took several deep breaths in a row, and continued: "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to follow the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, you are now far from the level you should be in OWLs."

As soon as these words came out, the students once again turned their heads to look at Hera in unison, and he had no choice but to respond.

"Professor Umbridge, I don't think the previous teaching level was too bad. They are all children I have known for several years, and I know their level quite well." Hera sat on the chair and said slowly. After drinking the sedative, his speech speed even slowed down a lot.

This made many students think that Hera was really fighting against the new Professor Umbridge.

"But I'm their professor now, aren't I?" Umbridge raised an eyebrow. "I'm judging against the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic."

"Having said that—"

"In that case, you may as well sit quietly in your own seat." Umbridge said in a firm and sweet tone. "I have my own plan. I know what these students need more. Otherwise, why do you think I am standing on the podium?"

"Of course it's because no one is willing to take over this position." Hera muttered in a low voice, which was heard by many young wizards around him, causing a burst of laughter, which involuntarily made Umbridge angry.

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(End of this chapter)