[HP] turns in your hand

On the first day that the Ministry of Magic's "Education Order No. 20 No. [-]" came into effect, the fact that Umbridge became a senior investigator at Hogwarts quickly spread among the students.The auditorium at breakfast was filled with excited protests, worried murmurs and, of course, a small group of excited people.

Draco was obviously the happy one, and not just because his dad was interviewed by the Daily Prophet as the honorable parent representative ("The editor is a good friend of my dad's, and he could easily be in the paper if he wanted to) !”), and more because he sensed a tilt in the balance of power at Hogwarts from Umbridge’s further movements.

"Soon! I mean, very soon! Professor Umbridge will replace Dumbledore and bring real justice to Hogwarts - and our Slytherins' rightful place!"

Many Slytherins laughed and clapped and stomped their feet, as if Draco had announced that this year's House Cup would definitely belong to them.

Chiara was reading the papers, of course, and the Daily Prophet ran a story about Umbridge becoming Hogwarts High Inquisitor, highlighting one of the important powers the pink aunt had acquired: she could censor Hogwarts. Gwartz's teachers have the right to judge their suitability to teach on behalf of the Ministry of Magic.

"I really don't know when Professor Umbridge will be able to expel that stupid Hagrid." Draco thought longingly, "When I see her, I must propose to her to deprive Hagrid of his teaching rights." , and prohibit him from raising weird magical creatures!"

Ziara folded up the newspaper, poured out a bowl of cereal, and poured them out with hot milk, in deafness to the commotion around her.

There are two Potions classes this morning, just in the third and fourth quarters, this is the most distracting and hungry time period.She had to feed herself so that she had the energy to tackle the increasingly difficult lessons, and to control the mind that started to wander as soon as she stepped into the Potions classroom.

She wasn't worried about Umbridge's course review.Based on what she knew about Umbridge, the one who was used for surgery on the first day must be a soft persimmon with a not tough personality.There are indeed a few professors who can be called soft persimmons in Hogwarts, and people with long eyes will not think that Snape is the guy who is easy to be rounded and flattened.

It is estimated that it will take about a week before the Potions class will be reviewed, and Ziara will not be vigilant on the first day of Umbridge's new office.Although she had completely forgotten the order in which Umbridge reviewed the lessons in the original book - but she firmly believed in her own judgment.

Her judgment was almost 100% correct.

At the end of the second class in the morning, Chiara heard rumors in the recess. Some people said that Umbridge went to listen to Sprout's herbalism, and sent someone to send a note to Trelawney, informing her Prepare to be checked in the afternoon.Unsurprisingly, one of the most tempered professors and one of the most bullying professors, Umbridge hits the nail on the head.

When Ziara walked to the first floor of the castle and was about to continue down the stairs to the cellar, she saw Umbridge walking in small steps through the castle gate-she had obviously just returned from the herbalism greenhouse, Looking at a group of second graders who dare not pass her or say hello to her.

Chiara felt that there was nothing wrong with coming forward to save the juniors at such a time.

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." She took the initiative to walk towards the short woman, with a quick smile on her face, "Did you attend the class just now?"

Umbridge also let out an exaggerated scream in front of Ciara, who opened her ridiculously wide, slack mouth, trying to express her pleasure: "What a coincidence, Miss Lowe, I was thinking about it for a while. Will meet you."

Chiara's smile almost disappeared.

"Did you know I'm passing by now?"

Umbridge walked up to Chiara with a smile, and patted her tense back: "Yeah, I deliberately picked this Potions class you are in... I can't wait to listen to what you have to say. The best class ever taught by Snape!"

Chiara only felt a "buzz" in her head, and her eyes took a second.

--why?

Because she had praised Snape to his face, did Umbridge come here on purpose today to check whether the facts matched her description?

So, instead, it was his compliments that pushed Snape, who should have had more time to prepare for the review, to the situation where he faced Umbridge on the first day?

For a minute or two, Chiara didn't know what she was thinking or saying. She mechanically walked beside Umbridge, smiling incomprehensibly, coping with her questions instinctively, pulling some unnutritive nonsense and bragging.It wasn't until the damp and coldness that overflowed from the cellar hit her face that Chiara woke up shivering.

It shouldn't have been long since Snape got the note from Umbridge informing him to check his lectures, and he certainly wasn't ready for the lectures - and he certainly didn't bother to adjust the teaching method for Umbridge.With Snape's personality, it would be nice if he didn't give her a few words when Umbridge asked things.

...What if he knocked Umbridge off guard?

No, no, Snape's EQ cannot be said to be low, he is just too lazy to take care of other people's feelings, at this critical moment he will not wantonly hurt others...

... She was still worried that Snape would scold Umbridge for crying!

Chiara, stop, stop, stop thinking so wildly... Her mentality is extremely dangerous now!

She is a poisonous only!Life powder!

Not a mother fan! ! !

Don't look at Snape with this kind of mentality of "is our family xx being bullied at work today? Can he get along well with his new colleagues? Mom is so worried" mentality!

Being a Snape mother fan is simply outrageous. If you say it, you will be laughed at by your colleagues in your previous life, so you have to sell your account and run away, right?

Chiara's palms were sweating because of her embarrassment. She recalled many embarrassing quotes from her mother fans in an instant, and the pictures of Internet fans in her previous life also flooded into her mind.When she walked into the Potions classroom, Chiara inevitably imagined a weird self, with a hood tied on her head, holding up a hand banner with her hands, a cotton doll tied around her waist, aching all over her body, crazy Shouting: "Sibao's mother loves you!" "Sibao, look at her mother!" "Sibao must walk the flowery road at Hogwarts!!!"

... She should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

The image of a mother fan is too shocking, even a person like Ziara who thinks her heart is as cold as if she has been killing fish in Knockturn Alley for ten years can't help but feel guilty.She didn't even dare to look up at Snape when she stepped into the Potions classroom, for fear that the other's insanity could grab bits and pieces of "Spow!!!" directly from her mind.

Umbridge didn't pay attention to the guilty conscience of an aggressive one-man pusher. After entering the classroom, she began to look around. Chiara followed her like a little tail, and answered distractedly from time to time. She has some small questions about her usual class.

All of this was completely seen by Snape, who stood on the podium but was ignored.

He stood straight in front of the blackboard, looking indifferently at Umbridge approaching him like a tourist looking around, without any intention of saying hello.But Umbridge didn't care about his attitude, because Chiara had gently reminded him on the way that Professor Snape was a potion genius with a strong personality—geniuses always have weird tempers, yes Bar?

"Good morning, Professor Snape, you should have received my note?"

Standing a step behind Umbridge, Chiara tilted her head as if it didn't concern her, staring at a pot of medicine containing skinned newts on the potions rack.

"Of course, this gave me quite a 'surprise'." Snape said in a heavy tone, "I really didn't expect Ms. Senior Investigator to choose to come to my classroom on the first day of taking office. Is it my honor? ?”

A wrinkled smile appeared on Umbridge's face: "I took into account the opinions of some students when I chose the sequence of evaluation courses. For example, Miss Lowe told me that she thinks you are the one with the highest teaching level in Hogwarts. Professor Snape, she spoke very well of you, saying that you are a good teacher who is conscientious, responsible, individualized and patient."

Many Gryffindor students who had been eavesdropping in the classroom opened their mouths quietly, and then cast a shocked look at Chiara.

Ziara pursed her lips tightly, as if she fell in love with the jar of skinned newts at first sight, her eyes were fixed on the white reptile soaked in the unknown potion, but her cheeks and ears were uncontrollably It burned up and quickly became a thin layer of red.

Snape's dark eyes looked at Ziara who was determined not to say a word, he tilted his head slightly, and said in a calm tone: "Oh? Then I really have to thank Miss Luo, I don't care I know you respect me so much."

Chiara glanced at him quickly, like a dragonfly in water. "I'm just telling the truth."

Fart, he obviously knows... He has even heard more shameful words!

"I will evaluate your teaching methods, and I may find a few students to conduct private inquiries during the course of the class." Umbridge apologized falsely, "You don't mind if I do this, do you?"

Slowly Snape looked away from Ziara's face, looking up and down Umbridge's body, like a cook evaluating which part of the woman's body would be best for a stew.

"Of course I don't mind." He said slowly.

"That would be very nice!" laughed Umbridge. "You can get back to your seat too, Miss Lowe."

Ciara also gave Umbridge a polite smile, and then she followed Umbridge like a thief and walked in the opposite direction of the podium, and firmly put down her schoolbag in the last row.

No one wants her to get in close contact with Snape today - even an extreme solo pusher will want to keep a distance from his idol one day!

Ziara kindly brought Umbridge a stool, and conjured her a soft cushion.Umbridge readily accepted, and then moved a small stool and sat behind Chiara.

After the class bell rang, Ciara quickly put aside other distracting thoughts, while paying attention to the movement of Umbridge behind her, she straightened her back and began to listen to the class.

"I think you should have noticed that there is a guest in our classroom today."

Snape's opening remarks caused the students in the classroom to turn their heads to look. They first saw the pink Umbridge who was incompatible with the entire dark potions classroom, and then they saw Umbridge sitting in the last row Chiara.

Since the first year, Chiara has always sat in the front row of the potions classroom.

She saw several Gryffindors pucker their lips in disgust, and two of the girls even started whispering small things in their ears.

Chiara could figure out with her toes what they could say, but she didn't give a damn.

"But it won't affect our teaching today." Snape said calmly, "Today we are going to learn about enhancers."

Chiara was so nervous today that she had been in every potions class she had ever been in—almost her first potions class—so much so that she didn't even realize when she went to the cupboard to get the ingredients. Nep didn't hand out their homework from the previous class before class.

She was also a little absent-minded about making potions today, because she was always following Umbridge half of her mind.Fortunately, Umbridge didn't stand up during the first half of the class. She just sat behind Chiara, watching with curious eyes as she handled the citrus peel with smooth knife skills.

"Your operation is very good, Miss Lowe." Umbridge made two strokes in her small notebook, "Is this also what Professor Snape taught?"

Of course not, this is what Qiara learned from cooking when she was a graduate student in her previous life.

"Professor Snape will teach us some tricks about potions." Chiara hinted vaguely.

Umbridge nodded, and then started pacing the classroom with her notebook in her arms, looking around at the other students.Chiara raised her eyes to see where she had wandered, always afraid that she would ask Harry or Neville about Snape's teaching, or ask Neville and Ron why they were being taught by Snape. After four years, I still can only cook a pot of snot.

"Concentrate, Miss Luo."

Ziara jerked violently, and she turned her head quickly. At some point, Snape was standing obliquely behind her silently, looking at the light yellow potion bubbling in her cauldron.

"Sorry, Professor Snape." Chiara quickly lowered her head, and threw in small amounts of the citrus peels she had cut in her hand.

But Snape didn't leave, he gave up the perfect opportunity to run to the front row of the yin and yang Harry (at this time Harry's potion was no better than Neville's), but stood behind Chiara like rooted , seems determined to stare at her and continue to operate.Ziara had no choice but to withdraw her attention from Umbridge, bit the bullet and continued making her own potion.

Umbridge wandered around the classroom. She didn't seem to like the steam that came out when the potion was cooking, so she returned to the back row of the classroom without staying longer, and went straight to where Snape was - that is, Chiara behind.

"I think the enhancer seems a bit too esoteric for these students, and most of the students' progress is not satisfactory." Umbridge said critically.

Snape replied coldly: "It's just that some people can't adapt, Miss Lowe is doing very well."

Ziara felt as if she had been frightened and poured out a little salamander blood just now.

"Indeed." Umbridge glanced at Ziara's desktop, and although he didn't understand it, he still agreed, "But I will apply to the Ministry to delete this part from the syllabus...you are in Hoag How long has Watts been teaching, Professor Snape?"

"14."

"I heard that you first applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, right?"

Snape paused before answering, "Yes."

"But you didn't apply?"

Chiara put down an empty bottle with a "bang", then suddenly turned her head and raised her hand: "Professor Snape, why can't I add pomegranate juice instead of salamander blood to the potion?"

Snape stared at Chiara as if she had just asked a stupid question about why puppies can't have kittens.

"Because pomegranate juice doesn't have the magic power of the fire element contained in salamander blood. Pomegranate juice is just juice."

Chiara nodded, and then gave Umbridge another flattering smile: "Sorry to interrupt you, Professor Umbridge, you can continue."

Umbridge: ...

Yes, why not use pomegranate juice instead?

She blinked, clicked her mouth, and asked again: "Where did I just say... It seems to be about your application for a teaching position. Yes, Dumbledore did not pass your application. Do you know why?" ?”

Snape's eyes were still on Ziara's hand, as if he was afraid that she would really put the pomegranate juice into the cauldron: "The headmaster may have his reasons, I suggest you ask him himself."

Umbridge shrugged slightly: "I will."

Snape's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to question her, but he finally fell silent, because Umbridge sat down behind Ziara again, and he also walked back to the front row with his robe fluttering, letting Ron took a good look at his pot of pimple soup.

When the get out of class was about to end, Snape asked everyone to bottle their potions and mark their names for the next class.Then he started handing out homework for a class.

"The D's stay after class," he said.

Umbridge was ready to go.Chiara stood up, followed her quietly to the door, and opened the classroom door for her before her.

"Good luck, Professor Umbridge," she said. "You've had a hard day."

After Umbridge had left, Ziara returned to her seat to find that Snape had left her homework on her desk.She habitually picked up the homework directly and was about to stuff it into her schoolbag, just glanced at the grades at the top of the paper.

D, dreadful, terrible

Chiara froze.

This was the first failure she got in her life.

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The author has something to say:

Snape: Those who fail will stay, and the rest will be dismissed.

Fail list: Harry, Neville, Qi

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