HP Magic Biography

Harry found that Fan Lin and Hao Min were already standing in a safe corner, and so was Ron. Several people were standing not far away waiting for him, their coat collars fluttering in the wind.

As Harry ran towards them, he opened the scroll and found five words on it—in Sirius' handwriting: today, old time, old place.

Is Hedwig okay? Hermione asked worriedly, and it was only at this moment that he came back to his senses.

Where did you take it? Ron asked. Professor Graplan, said Harry. I saw McGonagall, listen.

He told them what Meg had said. They were not shocked by his surprise. Instead, they exchange meaningful glances.

What? said Harry, looking from Van Lin to Hermione and back again. Okay, I was just talking to Ron. What if someone tried to intercept Hedwig mid-flight? I mean, she's never been hurt in-flight before, has she?

Whose letter was that, anyway? asked Ron, taking the note from Harry.

Talk in a nasal voice, Harry reminded softly. 'Old time, old place'? Did he mean the fire in the classroom?

Obviously, said Hermione, who was also reading the note, a little unnerved, I hope no one else has read it.

But it was still sealed when I got it, Harry said, trying to convince himself as much as she did, and if they don't know where we met him before, then no one will know what it means, no ?

I don't know, Hermione said anxiously.

But it can be confirmed that someone has already blocked the communications of Hogwarts Castle. You should have realized Harry earlier, since Filch started intercepting our sending letters... Fan Lin said slowly, However, I don't think Hedwig was intercepted by someone, as a snowy owl in the wizarding world, if you want to be intercepted, you must go up and catch it yourself.

You mean... Harry lowered his voice, You mean Umbridge...

I can't guarantee it, but we can no longer use the owl room, and Hedwig can no longer be used to send letters in the future. I will call Dobby over then, and I can only work hard for Dobby. Fan Lin said , when the bell rang again, Fan Lin said as he led the three people forward, It's not difficult to reseal the scroll with magic, and we don't know if someone is really monitoring the fireplace network system. , but, there is no doubt that Umbridge's intervention is inevitable. She wants to disconnect us from the outside world, or isolate us. In fact, this is the consequence of being discovered. I think Umbridge is To gather information,

About Dumbledore.

As they descended the stone stairs to their Potions class, several of them lost their minds. For Fan Lin, this was just a signal, a signal that Umbridge had made a big move.

It was impossible for Umbridge to live in peace like this, but she hadn't found a sure way to drive Dumbledore out of the school.

But when they reached the last few steps, they were awakened from their contemplation by Malfoy's voice.

Malfoy was standing outside Snape's classroom door, waving a parchment that looked like an official document, raising his voice so they could hear every word clearly.

Yes, Umbridge approved the continued activity of the Slytherin Quidditch team. I went to her early this morning to apply. It's a matter of course, I mean, she knew my father very well. , he's in and out of the Ministry a lot. It'll be interesting to see if Gryffindor gets the green light to keep playing, won't it?

Don't be angry, Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron. It was not a wise thing to start a conflict at this time. However, with Harry and Ron's temper, it was obvious that such a light sentence could not be resolved.

They glared at Malfoy, their faces flushed and their fists clenched.

Calm down, that's exactly what he wants. Fan Lin frowned, and Malfoy was provocative. It seemed that this incident hadn't happened for a long time. So, what is the reliance, Umbridge?

I mean, Malfoy said, raising his voice a little more, his gray eyes gleaming with malice as he looked in the direction of the few of them, if it's about Ministry influence, I don't think they have much Chance. According to my father, they have been looking for an excuse for Weasley in recent years. Same with Potter. My father said it was only a matter of time before he was sent to St. People confused by magic have special precautions.

Malfoy grimaced, his mouth drooping and his eyes rolling.

Clara and Goyle let out their usual grunts of laughter, and Parkinson squealed with delight.

Fan Lin blocked Harry with his hand, but before Fan Lin could say anything, it seemed that something slammed into his shoulder, causing him to fall to one side.

He knew right away that it was Neville who had just walked past him, charging straight at Malfoy.

Fan Lin was a little taken aback at first, but his mind is abnormal, St. Mungo's Magic Hospital?

There is no doubt that this is definitely Neville's restricted area.

Neville, don't! Fan Lin rushed forward and grabbed Neville's robe. Neville struggled frantically, his fists flailing wildly, struggling desperately to get closer to Malfoy. Malfoy was instantly horrified.

Help me! Fan Lin turned to Harry and the others for help. He put one hand around Neville's neck and dragged him back with all his strength, away from the people of Slytherin House. Goyle and Clara waved their arms and stood in front of Malfoy, ready to fight.

After reacting, Harry and Ron grabbed Neville's arms respectively, and together with Fan Lin, they successfully dragged Neville back into the Gryffindor line.

Neville's face was flushed red, and the pressure Van Lin imposed on his throat caused him to become quite confused, and individual words came out of his mouth in disorder.

Don't, funny, don't, Muggle, show him.

Suddenly, the door to the Potions classroom opened, and Snape appeared there. He scanned the Gryffindor border with his black eyes, where Harry and Ron were wrestling with Neville. At least that's how it looked in Snape's eyes.

Playing well, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom and Al? Snape mocked in his grim voice. Ten points from Gryffindor. Potter, let go of Longbottom, or you will be punished with confinement. Let me all in!

Several people let go of Neville, who was out of breath and glared at Fan Lin.

I have to stop you, Neville... Fan Lin said out of breath, as he picked up his schoolbag, Kara and Goyle will tear you in two, and you're hitting them right now Let's face it, there is no good consequence...

But Neville didn't seem to think so, this was the first time Neville lost his temper with Fan Lin, and Neville didn't say a word; he just grabbed his schoolbag and walked into the Potions classroom.

In Merlin's name, said Ron slowly, following Neville, why is that?

No one answered. Both Van Lin and Harry knew why Neville was distressed by the topic of magical damage to the brains of people at Stonewall High, but he had already sworn to Dumbledore that Harry would not tell anyone about Neville Even Neville didn't know that Harry and Van Lin knew about it.

Harry and Ron sat at the back of the class as before, with Hermione and Valin in front of them, producing parchment, quills, and A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Fungi. The whole class was whispering about my behavior just now, but when Professor Snape slammed the door, everything fell silent.

You should have noticed Snape said contemptuously in his low voice, we have a guest today.

Snape gestured toward a dark corner of the dungeon, and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a clipboard on her lap.

He glanced aside Ron and Hermione, raising his eyebrows. Snape and Umbridge were the two teachers he hated the most. He's having a hard time figuring out who he'd prefer to win.

We will continue to work on the configuration of the anti-curse potion today. You will see that the potions you have prepared are the same as those left over from last week; if they are prepared correctly, they should be brewed successfully after the weekend... Explain... He again Waving his wand ...on the board...now, go on...

Following Professor Snape's order, everyone became busy, and Fan Lin temporarily forgot about Neville's displeasure and Umbridge's arrival.

Speaking of which, Curse Elimination Potion is a powerful Curse Removal Potion, which is suitable for many curses and even black magic. A powerful break spell that requires mana.

And Professor Umbridge in the corner spent the first half hour of class taking notes, which made Fan Lin very comfortable. At least Fan Lin had basically reached the final stage of cooking before Umbridge asked questions. , just need to control some time.

Harry, on the other hand, listened with great interest to Umbridge's questions to Snape; his interest made him careless about his own medicine.

Salamander blood, Harry! Hermione grumbled, grabbing his wrist to prevent the third wrong dose. It's not pomegranate juice!

Got it, said Harry vaguely, and he put down the bottle and continued to look around the corner. Umbridge stood up. She began her performance when she was two tables away from Snape, who was bending over Dean Thomas' boiler.

Ha, Umbridge sighed. Well, the lesson seems appropriate to their level, she said cheerfully behind Snape's back, but I still doubt it would be appropriate to teach them the preparation of potions such as Curse-repelling Potions. I think the Ministry of Magic will consider it from the removed from the syllabus.

Snape straightened up slowly, and turned to look at her.

How many years have you taught at Hogwarts so far? Umbridge asked, her quill lying flat on the clipboard.

Fourteen years, Snape replied. The expression on his face was unfathomable.

Harry watched in the dark as he added a few drops; his medicine hissed dangerously, then turned from turquoise to orange.

As far as I know your original application was to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

Yes, Snape replied calmly.

But you didn't succeed?

Snape's lips twisted. Obviously.

There were some chichi laughter in the classroom, and everyone was very uncomfortable.

Professor Umbridge scribbled a few notes on her clipboard.

As far as I know you've been applying for this position every year since you started working here

Yes, Snape said quietly, barely moving his lips. He looked very annoyed.

Do you know why Dumbledore keeps refusing you the job? Umbridge asked.

I suggest you ask him himself, Snape said hastily.

Oh, I will, said Professor Umbridge, with a sweet smile.

I guess that's what the investigation is about? Snape asked, his dark eyes narrowing.

Oh, yes, said Professor Umbridge, yes, the Ministry knows every teacher's...um...background thoroughly. She turned away, walked up to Pansy Parkinson, and asked her about the curriculum The problem.

Snape looked at Harry, and after they looked at each other for a few seconds, Harry hastily shifted his gaze to the potion, the potion clogged together, giving off the strong and pungent smell of scorched rubber the taste of.

So, Potter, you can't score again. Snape's words were full of hostility. With a flick of his wand he emptied Harry's boiler. You write an article for me, introducing the correct ingredients of this potion, marking the reason and process of your mistakes, and it's due in the next class, understand?

Yes. Harry said softly. But seeing Snape deflated is still secretly refreshing, but the price...

Snape had already given them homework, and besides that, he had Quidditch practice tonight. That meant many more sleepless nights for him.

It's unbelievable how happy he was when he woke up in the morning. Now in his heart he hoped that the day would be over soon.

Maybe I will miss the divination class. He looked gloomy. After lunch they stood in the yard, letting the wind whip their robes and hat brims. I want to pretend to be sick, so that I can finish the essay assigned by Professor Snape during class time. Then I don't have to stay up late.

You can't skip class. Hermione's expression was solemn.

Listen, you and Fan Lin have quit the divination class, you hate Troy

I don't hate her, said Hermione haughtily, I just think she's a total appalling teacher and a complete old liar. But you've missed History of Magic, so I don't think he deserves to be absent today. any class.