Chapter 1196 The big fly landed on the bigger toad
Harry's potion wasn't as bad as Snape said; Goyle's potion splashed everywhere when it was put into the bottle, setting his school robes on fire.
Even this still has 10 points, while Harry with an empty cauldron has 0 points.
After class, Harry, who was the first to arrive at the Great Hall, looked up at the ceiling with a sad face.
The sky outside was darker and gloomier than in the morning, and raindrops as big as beans were tapping against the windows high above.
In a sense, Snape actually treats every Gryffindor student fairly.
Except Harry, of course.
From the moment he entered Hogwarts, Snape's hostility towards him was deep-rooted and could not be eliminated.
There is one exception, but he is no longer in school.
"Hahahaha - I, Peeves, am back again!" Peeves' big head suddenly popped out from the dark and gloomy ceiling.
It held a freshly filled water balloon and threw it hard at Harry.
"Funny Dispel!" Hermione drew her wand, drew a clockwise circle, and flicked it towards Harry.
The falling water ball hit a soft membrane with a pearly luster, and with a "duang" sound it bounced onto Peeves' big face and exploded.
Peeves, splashed with cold rainwater, turned and flew away cursing.
"Damn it Granger! Just wait for me, I will definitely come back!"
Hermione stared at its receding figure thoughtfully until it disappeared through the wall.
"Harry, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Harry forced a smile. "Five years, it's been five years. I'm used to it."
Hermione wanted to say something to comfort him. She opened her mouth and finally said, "Everything will be fine."
"Thank you." Harry knew she wasn't good at comforting people, but he did feel much better.
in the afternoon,
Perhaps because of her mood, Trelawney did not predict that Harry would die in her first class this year.
Wearing large glasses, she said in her signature dreamy voice, "Hello, students, welcome back to Divination class..."
One good thing about divination classes is that they don't last two sessions in a row.
By the time students finished reading the introduction to "The Interpretation of Dreams" by Inigo Inmag, there were only 10 minutes left in the class to interpret their dreams.
Harry and Ron were in a group. Ron never specifically remembered his dreams. He knew that Harry had often dreamed of a cemetery since that day, so he kindly said that he dreamed of himself playing Quidditch.
Ron frowned, trying to remember. "What do you think this means?"
Harry opened the Dream Interpretation Guide, glanced at it for a few seconds, and then closed it with boredom. "Well, this probably means that you will be eaten by a giant piece of candy."
"Uh—doesn't that mean I'll be on the varsity team?"
“But that’s exactly what it says in the book.”
Ron's vision darkened, and he pushed the Dream Interpretation Guide to the corner of the table. "If this elective course wasn't something I could pass by just writing it casually, I definitely wouldn't come back here."
Harry nodded in agreement.
Look at Vincent and Hermione, they only took Divination class for one academic year in their third grade, unlike those poor students who had to take it just to pass an extra exam.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Trelawney assigned everyone homework, which was to record their dreams every day for the past month.
Ron left the classroom and went into loud complaining mode, "Do you know how much homework we already have?
Binns asked us to write a foot-and-a-half-long paper on the Giant War, Snape asked for a foot-long paper, and now Trelawney wants us to write down our dreams every day for a month!"
He descended the stairs and into the corridor, his voice growing louder. "Fred and George said this OWLs year was tough, and it seems to be true now, doesn't it? That Umbridge woman had better have some sense and stop giving us so much homework."
The two walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The podium was empty, but Hermione had already sat down and waited.
"Where's Umbridge?"
Hermione seemed to have thought of something happy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. "I don't know, maybe he wants to make a unique appearance."
Harry and Ron's faces fell instantly. Yesterday's back-to-school dinner was quite extraordinary. Could it be that they had to do it all over again?
After waiting anxiously for 5 minutes, the sound of heels hitting the floor could be heard rhythmically.
Umbridge was pale, and in the same fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn yesterday, with a black velvet bow on her head, she looked like a large fly on an even larger pink toad.
It's really quite unique, and looks more like a toad than yesterday.
"Good afternoon, classmates." Her walking posture was a little strange, she walked up to the podium with her legs crossed.
Hermione in the first row seemed to be trying to hold back her laughter. She had just had no classes and went to the third floor out of curiosity.
It was a rather spectacular scene, with Umbridge smashing things around in the office like crazy, cursing constantly.
Those "cute" cat plates were shattered all over the floor, and if the bad luck charm hadn't lost its effect, she would definitely not be able to attend the class.
As the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, Umbridge still knows how to manage her emotions.
But even though she was pale and looked a little frightened, people couldn't help but feel disgusted when she spoke.
"Tsk tsk - that won't do. I was hoping you would answer like this: Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. Please do that again.
Good afternoon, students!
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."
"That's right." Umbridge's voice was sweet and coaxing, as if she was coaxing a child. "It's not difficult, is it? Please put away your wand and take out your quill."
The students exchanged depressed glances with each other. Based on five years of experience, the command "Put away your wands" never led to an interesting class.
Everyone stuffed their wands into their bags and took out their quills, ink bottles, and parchment.
Umbridge's big toad face twisted for a moment, as if she remembered something unpleasant.
She opened her pink handbag, pulled out an unusually short wand, and slammed it hard on the blackboard.
Two lines of text immediately appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts Returns to Basic Principles.
Umbridge turned to the students with what she thought was a sweet smile, "Students, the teaching of this course has been sporadic and unsystematic, right?"
She interlaced her fingers and placed them neatly on her chest. "The constant change of professors, many of whom do not seem to be teaching according to the Ministry of Magic approved curriculum standards, has unfortunately left you far behind in your OWL years."
It's ridiculous. The Ministry of Magic's curriculum standards were approved together with the Educational Decree. Before that, not even Quirrell could say "put away your wands".
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