[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

Everyone slowly walked to Potions class. As soon as they entered, "Quiet." Snape said coldly and closed the classroom door with his backhand.

"Before we start class today," Snape walked quickly to the podium and looked at them all sternly and said, "I think it is necessary to remind you that next June, you will take an important exam. You will prove how much you have learned about the preparation and use of potions. Although a few of the people in this class are indeed mentally retarded, (he looked at Neville) I hope that you will all manage to pass the OWLS exams. , otherwise I will be...very angry."

Even though Winter knew that he would never treat her like this, he still shuddered involuntarily when he saw this scene.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes," Snape continued, "I only select the best students to enter my advanced classes, which means, Some of us are going to have to say goodbye. But before that happy moment of saying goodbye comes, we have one more year to go."

Snape and Harry looked at each other, "Therefore, whether you plan to take the newts exam or not, I suggest that you all focus on studying your lessons well and achieve the high passing level I require my students to achieve. Today, we are going to Prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizard level examinations: demulcent. Note: If you put the ingredients carelessly, the most serious consequence will be that the person taking the medicine will fall into an irreversible coma, so you need to pay special attention to your behavior. "

To Harry's left, Hermione sat up straighter, a look of concentration on her face.

"Ingredients and preparation methods" Snape waved his wand, "on the blackboard"

"Everything you need," he waved his wand again, "is in the storage cupboard."

"It's so impressive..." Winter thought to himself.

"You have an hour and a half, let's get started."

After starting to make the potion, Snape would patrol back and forth between everyone's cauldrons. When he came to Winter, Winter would quietly squeeze Snape's hand underneath.

"Your potion should now be emitting a faint, silvery steam," Snape said with ten minutes left.

"Homework: Write a twelve-inch paper on parchment about the properties of moonstone and its use in medicine. It is due on Thursday." Winter turned a deaf ear, and Snape would not lecture her anyway.

Unfortunately, Harry was not so lucky. His potion got zero points. In fact, he did quite well, at least much better than Goyle and Crabbe. Unfortunately, Snape accidentally knocked over his bottle. .

Harry's mood did not improve until lunchtime. Harry glared angrily at the plate in front of him, "Huh, when has Snape ever treated me fairly?"

No one answered. As soon as Winter encountered this topic, she chose to hide. After all, she was the one who benefited. It would be too unwise to talk at this time.

"I thought he would get a little better this year," Hermione said in a disappointed tone, "I mean... you know..." She looked around carefully. There were six or seven empty seats on both sides of them. No one walked past the table either. "…Now he's in the Order and everything."

"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots," Ron said pointedly. "Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore was really crazy for trusting Snape. Is there any evidence to prove that he really no longer cares about the mystery?" Are people working?"

"Ron, we should trust him," Hermione said.

"Oh, shut up, you two." Ron opened his mouth to retort when Harry said irritably. Hermione and Ron were stunned, looking angry and aggrieved.

"Can't you just stop for a while?" Harry said. "It's driving me crazy with all the fighting." After saying that, he threw down his mince and mashed potato pie and put his schoolbag in his bag. Throw it over your shoulders and walk away.

Ron looked at Harry's retreating back, "Why is he crazy? Aren't we his best friends?" Winter said in a calming tone: "Forget it, maybe he feels that he has been treated unfairly. , I believe he will figure it out, let’s eat quickly.”

"That's weird." Ron shrugged and went back to eating his bacon.

Ron and Winter came to the Divination class. They saw Harry and walked directly towards him. "Hermione and I have stopped arguing." Ron said and sat down next to Harry.

"Very good," Harry muttered. "But Hermione said she hoped you wouldn't lose your temper at us," said Ron.

"I do not have…"

"Please open the book to the introduction and read what it says about dream interpretation. Then, divide into pairs and use the "Dream Interpretation Guide" to explain each other's recent dreams. Let's get started."

"Hey Neville, do you want to join my group?" Winter ran to sit with Neville again. She found Neville in the divination class very interesting. At the table next to Harry and Ron, Neville immediately began to explain at length a nightmare in which a pair of large scissors crunched into one of his grandmother's best hats.

"Well, that might mean...your grandma needs to buy a new hat," Winter said.

"I never remember my dreams," Ron said. "Tell me something."

"You can always think of one," Harry said impatiently. Now even Winter, the only one who could chat with him, went to sit with Neville.

Trelawney also gave them a lot of homework, and Winter began to regret coming to school again. When she walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium. She was wearing the same fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with the black velvet bow on top of her head.

"It's a bit like..., don't you think?" Winter whispered in Harry's ear. Harry was amused by Winter, "It's indeed very similar."

"Good afternoon, classmates!" she said after the whole class sat down.

Several classmates muttered "Good afternoon" in reply. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," said Professor Umbridge, "That's not okay. I want you to answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good afternoon, students!"

Winter shivered all over, not because Umbridge's voice was disgusting (although it was indeed disgusting), but because her tone and wording all reminded her of the person she had just before immigrating to England. I have met the head teacher of a Chinese junior high school for a year, and the taste is too strong.

Umbridge ordered everyone to put away their wands, took out her surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard. Two lines of words immediately appeared on the blackboard - Defense Against the Dark Arts Return to Basic Principles.

"Students, your teaching of this course has always been intermittent and unsystematic, right?" Umbridge turned to face the class, crossed her fingers with her hands, placed them squarely on her chest, and then Said, "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not appear to be teaching according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This unfortunately means that you are now far from the standard you should be achieving in owls years. However, you will be pleased to know that these problems This is about to be corrected. This year we will be studying a carefully designed, theory-focused Defense of Magic course approved by the Ministry of Magic. Please copy these words."

Thank you, it makes me feel worse that I have to take such useless notes.

Umbridge asked everyone to read the useless book. The content was very boring, but Winter had long been accustomed to this pattern, so she didn't want to read it. This kind of time was the best time to spend time in a daze. But she suddenly saw that Hermione hadn't even opened her copy of "Defense Theory of Magic". She stared unblinkingly at Umbridge, one hand raised in the air.

After a few more minutes, more and more students were more willing to watch Hermione silently attract Umbridge's attention than to gnaw on some "Basic Principles of Introductory Studies".

Eventually, more than half the class was looking at Hermione instead of their textbooks, and Umbridge seemed to think she could no longer ignore the situation. "My dear, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" she asked Hermione, as if she had just noticed her.

"No, not about this chapter," Hermione said.

Immediately, she and Umbridge got into an argument, and the argument eventually evolved into the entire class questioning Umbridge, "I'll say it again, as long as you learn the theory very solidly..."

"What use is theory in the real world?" Harry raised his fist high again and asked loudly. Umbridge raised her gaze. "This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world," she said softly.

"So don't we need to prepare ourselves for whatever awaits outside?"

"Nothing waits out there, Mr. Potter."

"Oh, really?" said Harry.

"Who do you imagine would attack children like you?" Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly intimate voice.

"Well, let me think about it..." Harry said in a pretending to be thoughtful tone, "Maybe...Voldemort?" Ron gasped, Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Neville turned away She fell off the bench, but Umbridge didn't look scared. She just stared at Harry with a look of vicious satisfaction on her face. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." There was silence and silence in the classroom.

Everyone was either staring at Umbridge or Harry. "Okay, let me clarify a few things." Umbridge stood up, leaned forward, and pressed her two stubby-fingered palms on the podium. "You have been told that a dark wizard has risen from the dead. This is nonsense."

"This is not nonsense!" said Harry, "I saw him, I fought with him!"

"Confinement, Mr. Potter!" Umbridge said triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. In my office. I repeat, this is nonsense. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not encounter anyone from Any dangers from dark wizards. If you still have any doubts, please do come to me after class. If anyone scares you with rumors about dark wizards coming back from the dead, I am willing to listen. I am always ready to help you. I am yours. Friends. Well, please continue reading page five, 'Basic Principles of Getting Started'."

"Okay, Harry, it's useless for you to talk to this woman." Winter carefully pulled the corner of Harry's clothes, "She will be punished one day."

"You obviously saved Cedric, you know that!" Harry whispered to Winter.

In short, it was a good thing that Harry was not sent to see Professor McGonagall, nor was his confinement extended.