HP Dawn Night

A few hours later, Montague triumphantly announced the resumption of the Slytherin Quidditch team before we left for Potions class.

"So the weekend training is as usual, and besides—" A group of Gryffindor students passed us, Monty cleared his throat and raised his voice, "It is said that the Gryffindor team's request has not been approved, so it is very There may only be three houses participating in Quidditch this year!"

Montague's words clearly reached the ears of the group of fifth-year Gryffindor students, and they immediately glared at him. The eyes of Potter and Weasley could almost eat Montague alive.

"It depends on whether Gryffindor can be active. I don't think there is much hope. After all, one of their team members was just locked up by Professor Umbridge a few days ago!" Montague squinted at Potter, Laughing hoarsely a few times, strode away.

Putting Umbridge in detention is definitely not a good memory, not to mention that it has become the laughing stock of Slytherin.Potter's face was livid, and his fists were clenched tightly, while Weasley's lips were moving quickly, either comforting Potter, or swearing something we couldn't hear.I can't help but worry that they will mistakenly think that we were making fun of Gryffindor with Monty just now. I don't want them to have a worse impression of us. The relationship between them and us is bad enough now. I don't want to worsen our "friendship" at this time.

Fortunately, Granger managed to pull the two of them away.She whispered something in their ears, and Potter and Weasley's faces relaxed a little.

"Monta!" Draco grunted.

"Leave him alone," I watched Montague irritably whistling away as if nothing had happened, "keep a little distance from him, I think he will kill someone sooner or later."

"Vio, you've been acting weird this semester." Before Draco could answer, Pansy said with great interest, "Since when did your attitude towards Gryffindor change for the better?"

I opened my mouth—whether I could tell Pansy and Blaise about the You-Know-Who’s comeback is still an open question—and asked, “I just hate Monty a little more, don’t you think?”

Pansy was speechless for a moment.

"Then again, I think the atmosphere of the first ball game this semester will be very bad." Blaise said sadly.Flint's attitude towards Gryffindor players can be called friendly compared to Montague. I guess all members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team now hate the new captain of Slytherin , after all, he never concealed and evaded his dislike and attack on Gryffindor.

"I just hope they focus their anger on whoever did it."

"Very unlikely," Draco remarked, but then he tried to convince himself, "But Gryffindors aren't stupid, are they? They should know we weren't involved in the attack on them."

"Would you?" I asked nonchalantly.

"There are still a few sensible people in Gryffindor." Pansy encouraged.

I couldn't help sighing: "If you mean Granger, then I just want to tell you—probably only Potter and Weasley can barely listen to her."

"That's better than nothing..." she retorted weakly.

"It's not that strong," Blaise said sharply. "In contrast, we'd better think about how not to get knocked off the broom."

"Quit the team?"

Draco, Blaise, and Pansy stared at me at the same time for a split second: "You're not serious, are you?"

"Don't react so much, I'm just talking." I quickly comforted, "I've been in the team for four years, it's emotional."

"Speaking of which, on the bright side, next year we can have a new captain." Draco warmly reminded us of the good news.

"You can apply for the position of captain, Draco, it will be better for everyone." I suggested, "Then maybe you can arrange the training plan in a more humane way..."

"Or Vio, I remember that there has never been a female captain in the history of Slytherin." Pansy suggested with a smile.

"Actually, I think Blaise is a more suitable candidate." Draco said, looking at Blaise, who shrugged in surprise:

"Me?" Blaise sneered back. "You all know I don't like being in office."

"But you like Quidditch!" I said.

"And you're a good player," Draco said.

"Don't give me a high hat—" Blaise waved his hands again and again.

But when I think about it carefully, I find that Blaise is indeed a more suitable candidate for the captain than Draco or me.

"And you are not a prefect, but you have excellent grades and are very popular." I snapped my fingers and reported Blaise's advantages one by one, "It seems that you will be the next captain in all likelihood. If I If it is the dean, I will choose you."

Blaise wanted to open his mouth to retort, but Draco cut him off: "In short, it's good for everyone if you become the captain. Don't forget to take care of us." He said with a smile, patting Blaise's shoulder, let's just pass this topic aside.

After the whole class sat down in their seats, Dad strode in from the door. The sound of closing the door resounded heavily, and the classroom became quiet all at once.

"You'll see," said Pa, in a low, mocking tone, "that we have a guest today."

He pointed towards the dark corner, and I belatedly realized that Umbridge was sitting there with a clipboard on her lap, and I don't know how long she had been there.

"When did she come in?" I asked Pansy angrily.

She also answered me softly: "I don't know."

Could it be before we came in?I took a deep breath and stopped talking.

"Continue to make the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you make it right, it should be ready after the weekend. How to do it—" Dad waved his wand, "—on the blackboard .start."

I've already practiced the enhancer method, and the stock solution I made in the last class has now turned into a perfect color, so I can distract some excess energy from Umbridge, judging by Pansy's slow movement , she was as eager as I was to hear what Umbridge would ask Dad.

Dad was leaning over Thomas Dean's cauldron as Umbridge walked briskly across the two rows of tables towards him.

Dean's seat was diagonally in front of Pansy's and mine, which undoubtedly facilitated my eavesdropping.

"Well, it looks like the class is pretty advanced," she said, in what seemed to be admiration, "but I doubt it's advisable to teach them potions like enhancers. I think the Ministry will want to remove it from the curriculum." Deleted."

My hand trembled, and an extra drop of salamander blood was added.Pansy snatched it from me quickly.Together we waited with bated breath for Dad's reaction - which most of the students in the classroom seemed to have done, because the only sound in the room was the bubbling of the cauldron.

Dad straightened up slowly and turned to look at her.

"Now...how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, feathers standing erect above the clipboard.

"14 years." I don't know what father's expression was like, but his voice suddenly became strange and unpredictable.

"You apply to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts first, don't you?"

"Yes."

"But didn't apply?"

I seemed to hear a sneer. "Obviously," Dad whispered.

Umbridge's quill was scribbling on the clipboard.I heard a dangerous hiss coming from Potter's cauldron on the other side of the corridor, but he ignored it completely, intent on eavesdropping on Dad's conversation with Umbridge.

"You've applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you came to school, haven't you?"

"Yes." Even though I couldn't see the expression, I could guess that there must be a hint of anger on Dad's face.

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?"

"I suggest you ask him." Dad replied stiffly.

"I will," said Umbridge, smiling.

I tore off a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a line on it, then quietly threw it at Potter's feet.If he doesn't want the cauldron to explode, he'd better do what I wrote.

Potter subconsciously bent down to pick up the ball of paper, and when he unfolded it he gave me a surprised look.I ignored him.

"Does it matter?" Dad asked back.

"Yes," said Umbridge, "the Ministry would like to know all about the teachers' - er - backgrounds."

She made a few more notes on the clipboard, then strolled over to me casually.

"Miss Snape?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Yes, Professor." I replied.I think she's probably asking my opinion on Potions, and besides, I think she should have a good idea whose daughter I am.

"I noticed that you submitted an application form for changing courses not long ago?"

I didn't expect her to ask this. After a while, I realized: "Yes, Professor."

"Why did you decide to drop the divination class?" she asked pointedly.

"Uh—" I was a little flustered, why did Umbridge know about my class change? "——I just think the ancient runes would be more suitable for me."

"It's more suitable for you? That is to say, the divination class is not suitable for you?"

"I can't say that," I stabilized a bit, "I also like divination classes, but considering my career planning, interests and abilities, I think the ancient runes can benefit me more."

"I see," she wrote on the clipboard, "I see. Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Snape," she said to me kindly.

Cooperate?What did I cooperate with?

I hurriedly cast a look at Pansy for help, only to find that she was also looking at me in panic.

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