HP Magic Biography

Can you read?

This joke seemed very funny, anyway, Malfoy laughed, and Fan Lin and the others couldn't help but snort.

Yes, I will, said Harry, his fingers firmly gripping his wand.

Read line 3 of the material, Potter.

Add moonstone powder, turn it counterclockwise 3 times, cook slowly for seven minutes, then add two teaspoons of watermelon juice.

Harry's heart sank violently. He didn't add dodder juice, but he started to add the ingredients in row 4 after cooking for seven minutes.

Did you do everything in row 3, Potter?

No, Harry said calmly, Snape is like this, even if he is said every time, there is a reason, even if there is no, he can find it, not to mention Potions, which Snape is best at.

Can you repeat that, please?

No, said Harry, louder. I didn't add dodder juice.

I know you added it, Potter, which means that this potion is completely useless.

With a pop, Harry's list of potions disappeared; he stood stupidly behind the empty cauldron.

You are to read the directions carefully, fill a wine jug with your potions, write your names on the labels, and test them on my desk,

Snape said slowly, Homework: 2 inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its use in potions, due Thursday.

Harry was annoyed as he cleaned up his stuff while everyone was filling the jug. In fact, his potion was no worse than Ron's, who was dumping some bad-smelling bad eggs, or Neville's, who was finishing up the freshly stirred cement and digging out his large cauldron; however He, Harry, will get zero points today.

He packed his wand into his bag and sat in a chair, watching everyone and the flagons on Snape's desk. When the bell rang, Harry was the first to rush out of the room, starting his lunch just in time.

The ceiling is a darker gray than it was in the morning. Raindrops whipped the windows.

It's not fair, said Hermione reassuringly, eating a lamb pie on Harry's left. Your potion is no worse than Goyle's. When he put it in the flagon the whole thing shattered and his gown caught fire.

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Yeah, said Harry, glaring hard at his plate, Snape never treated me fairly.

No one else answered. Several of them knew that the animosity between Snape and Harry had been going on since Harry came to Hogwarts.

I think he might be better this year, said Hermione disappointedly. I mean, you know.

She looked around very carefully; there were half a dozen empty seats next to them when no one passed the table.

Now he's a member of Order of the Phoenix.

However, this doesn't change their way of getting along, Ron said sensibly. Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore wouldn't trust Snape. What proof is there that he doesn't work for You-Know-Who any more?

I think Dumbledore has enough evidence, even though he won't let you know, Ron. Van Lin said sternly.

You're just defending Snape, because he taught you that.

Fan Lin is just telling the truth. Hermione said, Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing this.

That's enough, you guys.

Both Hermione and Ron froze, looking at each other resentfully.

Can't you guys take a break? Harry said. You two always have something to argue about, and it's driving me crazy! And you, Van Lin, why are you joining in?

Then Harry dropped his mutton pie, picked up his schoolbag and left them sitting there. He walked up the marble stairs in three steps, passing many students going to lunch.

He was still very angry. Ron and Hermione's constant quarrel made him very angry, and this time Fan Lin was even involved. Harry felt that he was really unlucky today.

Whatever they are, he thought, why can't they just stop. Constant bickering. That's enough to send anyone hitting a wall.

As he passed a large portrait of Mr. Cadmas, Mr. Cadmas drew his sword and swung it viciously at Harry, who ignored him.

Come back, you vile dog! Stop and fight me! Mr. Cadmas yelled in a low voice behind his armor, but Harry kept walking, when Mr. Cadmas tried to run to a nearby While following him in the second painting, he is stopped by the second painting's resident, a huge, angry-looking hound.

The rest of the time Harry sat alone under the trapdoor in the North Tower. As a result, when the bell rang, he was the first to climb the silver ladder to Professor Traunie's classroom.

After Potions, Divination was Harry's least favorite class, probably because Professor Trelawney always predicted his death in class. But such a thing as re-selecting classes will not be implemented in the near future, anyway, Harry intends to cross the divination class from his list.

A thin woman, with heavy drapes and scarves and gorgeous necklaces, she always reminded Harry of some mean person, with glasses that made her eyes look huge.

She was arranging books on the small table in her room when Harry came in, but the light was so dim that she didn't notice him sitting in the shadows.

It took the whole class 5 minutes to arrive. Ron looked around carefully when the trapdoor appeared, and when he saw Harry he walked straight towards him.

We stopped arguing, Ron said cautiously, taking a seat next to Harry.

Okay, Harry mumbled. But she said she thought it would be better if you stopped mad at us, said Ron. I don't-

I was just passing on word, said Ron. But I think she's right. It's not our fault how Seamus and Snape treated you.

I didn't say it—

Good day, said Professor Traunie in her usual bleary, sleepy voice, and Harry was annoyed and a little ashamed.

Welcome back to Divination. I have, of course, watched your future over the holidays, and I am relieved to see that you are all back at Hogwarts safely, as of course, I know you will be.

You will find the book Dream Prophecy on the table. The interpretation of dreams will be very important in the future, and it must be taken in the ordinary wizarding examination. Certificates and grades are not so important if you have a good eye, of course, the headmaster wants you to pass the exam, so...

Her voice slowly faded away, and Professor Trauni did not think the OWLs were important to her class and did not want to bring them up.

Turn the page, turn to the entry here, and see what the dream prophecy means. Then form a group and interpret the meaning of each other's dreams according to the book. Start now.

The only good thing about this class is that there is nothing to do. When they finished the introductory part of the book, they had less than 10 minutes left to discuss the meaning of the dream.

Next to Harry and Ron's table, Dean is with Neville, who is telling one of his nightmares, his grandmother's best hat on a pair of giant scissors; Harry and Ron just look sullenly looked at each other.

I never remember my dreams, said Ron, you name one.

You've got to say one, said Harry impatiently. He didn't want to tell anyone about his dreams, he knew full well that he often dreamed about graveyards and he didn't need Ron or Professor Traunie or stupid Dream Prophecies to tell him.

Well, I had a dream one night that I was playing Quidditch, said Ron, turning his head to remember. What do you think that means?

Probably you're going to be eaten by a hollyhock or something, said Harry, flipping through the book with disinterest.

Reading those dreams in Dream Prophecy is really boring, and the homework that Professor Traunie gave them is even more boring-record the dreams you have had this month.

When the bell rang, Harry and Ron started descending the ladder, Ron complaining loudly.

Do you know how much homework we have? Binns wants us to write a foot and a half about the battle of the giants, Snape is a foot about the use of moonstones, and now Troney wants us to record what we do for the next month Dreams! Fred and George were quite right when they said it was going to be a tough year. That Ministry woman better not leave us with any...

I advise you not to discuss her here, Ron, have you forgotten what Professor McGonagall did in our first Transfiguration class? This woman is better than Professor McGonagall... Fan Lin said halfway, then paused pause.

Think of Umbridge and then think of the funny Professor McGonagall, There's no comparison.

She's just... oh, forget it. Ron said dejectedly, How about you two, counting and divination?

It's much better. Compared with Professor Traunie, at least there are things that can be traced. Fan Lin said.

If he hadn't been with Hermione, he would have given up these lessons.

When they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Professor Umbridge already seated in the teacher's chair, wearing a fuzzy pink cardigan cardigan and a velvet cap.

Just looking at her reminds me of some nasty guy.

It was very quiet when entering the classroom; Professor Umbridge, who seemed very ignorant but very strict, made it difficult to know what she was about to do.

Good afternoon! she said, when the whole class was assembled and seated. Some responded with 'good afternoon'.

Tsk tut, said Professor Umbridge. It doesn't work, does it? I want you to say, please, repeat 'good afternoon, Professor Umbridge' once again. Good afternoon, then...

Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge, they said together.

Here, now, said Professor Umbridge sweetly. See, it's not too hard. Take the wand and the quill.

Most of the students exchanged worried glances. The command 'take the wand' was never heard in any of the classes.

All put their wands back in their satchels, and produced quills, ink, and parchment.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, took out her wand, which was very short, and poked it at the blackboard; some words appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts Review Principles.

Well, now, from what I've learned, your course has been broken and incomplete, hasn't it? said Professor Umbridge politely. Turn your face to the classroom. Constantly changing teachers, not taking a Ministry-approved curriculum, and the unfortunate result is that your grades are much lower than what is required in the ordinary wizarding grades.

You will be pleased to know, however, that these issues will now be resolved. This year we will have proper, centered, Ministry-approved defensive magic. Please copy these down.

1. Understand the principles of defensive magic 2. Learn to distinguish which defensive magic to use in which situations 3. Learn the defensive magic that can be used in real life.

Three large titles appeared on the blackboard, and for a while the classroom was filled with the sound of writing something on parchment with a quill pen.

When everyone had finished copying the three course objectives of Professor Umbridge, she asked: Do you each have a book of Defense of Magic Principles?

There was a murmur of approval in the classroom.

I think we should try again, Professor Umbridge said. When I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge', or 'No, Professor Umbridge', so, do you each have a copy of Principles of Defense Magic? ?”

Yes, Professor Umbridge. The voice rang out from the classroom.

Good, said Professor Umbridge. Please turn to page 5 and see 'Chapter 1, Fundamentals for Beginners'. Don't make any noise.

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and sat down in a chair. Start paying attention to each of them. Harry turned to page 5 of his Principles of Defense Against Magic and started reading. It was extremely boring, like listening to Professor Binns lecture. He felt his concentration leave him; soon he was reading the same line for many minutes without stopping. A few minutes of silence passed.

Beside him, Ron unconsciously twisted the quill around his fingers, reading the same word over and over again. Harry looked at Hermione and Valiner for a moment, and suddenly he was no longer bored.

Hermione hadn't even opened her Principles of Defense Against Magic, she was staring at Professor Umbridge without moving.

Harry couldn't remember a time when Hermione would ignore a teacher's orders, or simply open a book right under her nose.

Fan Lin, on the other hand, was frowning and flipping through the pages at an extremely fast speed. Harry noticed that it was the latter part of the whole book.

Harry looked at Fan Lin with questioning eyes, but Fan Lin just shook his head lightly to indicate that Fan Lin was not thinking about how to answer the question, and then continued to look at Professor Umbridge, who was looking in other directions.

After a few minutes passed, of course, Harry wasn't looking just at Hermione. The chapter they were supposed to read was so dull that more and more people started noticing the movement of some people or looking Professor Umbridge in the eyes instead of reading the book.

Professor Umbridge seemed to feel that the situation could no longer be ignored when nearly half the population was not reading.

Do you have any questions about this chapter, dear? Professor Umbridge asked Hermione, as if she noticed Hermione.

Not about books, no, said Hermione.

Well, keep reading, said Professor Umbridge, baring her teeth. If you have any other questions you can ask me towards the end of the class.

I have a question about your course objectives, Fan Lin raised his head and said quickly.

Professor Umbridge raised her eyes.

Mr. Valentin? If you are like the lady next to you.

I mean, with regard to your course, Professor Umbridge, I think I should be responsible for my fellow students.

Oh, of course, you are the new male chairman, then... Umbridge paused slightly, Is there something you don't understand about the questions in the book?

Oh, I didn't. It's very detailed. Fan Lin said, However, what I want to ask is why there is no defensive spell in this book?