The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Although Dumbledore reluctantly allowed the Ministry of Magic to enter Hogwarts, this did not mean that he and the professors were gentle, but rather like hedgehogs huddled together.

But Umbridge really... She even wanted to take a ruler to measure Professor Flitwick in Charms class on Thursday morning? !

"What does she think?" Cedric sat in the middle of the empty road and said angrily, "Hogwarts, as a school of magic, doesn't teach magic in class...then how do we graduate?"

"Because she thinks magic is dangerous and at the same time thinks there are no other dangers in the school..."

"Isn't it because wizards who can't think independently can better maintain their rule?" Hermione raised her head and glanced at the somewhat empty classroom.

Because of the 'Senior Inquisitor' over Umbridge's head, Cyrus has rarely opened that door lately.

By the second week, the situation had intensified, and Umbridge seemed to have an office of her own, and she was wandering around, and could be seen in every corridor of the castle.

And, unfortunately, if the person she met did something that displeased her, Umbridge would go up and interfere directly...

For example, Colin's camera, Cedric's chessboard, Mandy's potion, potion and perfume...all of these were seized by her, which also made the wizards even more angry.

They were angry, but they dared not speak because of threats from the Ministry of Magic and Umbridge.

"I don't want to wait like this!" Cyrus slammed the table down, startling Cedric, "Look at what the Ministry of Magic has done... She even created a scoring system for this! !"

Cyrus' brows were raised in rage, his blue eyes were ablaze, and even Hermione had never seen him look like this...even with Malfoy...

When everyone obeys and compromises with authority, someone will always object.

"But..." Cedric snorted and scratched his head, "Harry, who said 'the mysterious man is resurrected' in front of her last time, has been imprisoned, and her power is second only to the headmaster under"

"Someone has to be the first to rebel, why can't it be me... us?" He leaned down, almost touching Cedric's face.

Cedric was also the one who was rescued, because of his confession, many people believed it... If Harry was the only one, maybe no one would believe him...

The conflict that had been building up for a week erupted when the first two Potions classes were held on Wednesday afternoon.

"Look, this is a moonstone, not a bezoar that grows in your brain." Snape was holding a shimmering stone in the dim classroom, "Reading... um~ the author of this book is still It's... a little clever..."

"Is he narcissistic?" Cyrus whispered.

"Big...probably?" Hermione used a file to grind the moonstone into powder, "No one knows anyway..."

Snape's rare praise made the little eagle and the little badger nod repeatedly, and what made Cyrus curious was, if they knew that the anonymous person among them was Snape, would they still agree?

It is written in great detail, moonstone...milling powder...combined with potion...chamasma.....

"What are the characteristics of moonstones?" Snape drew a long nasal voice, ignoring Umbridge in the corner.

"It glows at night... that's because it absorbs moonlight..." Hermione gave the answer without raising her hand, "and the reason why moonstone is an important ingredient of Wolfsbane Potion is also because ...its ability to absorb moonlight"

(The original book does not explain, the fox reasoned through the "List of Potion Ingredients")

"Very good...a point for Ravenclaw." Snape didn't even move his eyelids, talking in his sleep as if he was asleep with his head down, "but next time please raise your hand and deduct two points~"

Hermione is used to it, but she doesn't bother to change it, it's just a difference...

"Sy-les-s! What are you laughing at?" Snape turned around suddenly and stared at him, "There's an excellent Ravenclaw sitting next to you, haven't you learned anything... huh Two points for Chippa!"

Hermione finally laughed when Snape actually turned his head this time and wrote on the blackboard.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were much luckier than Harry in Potions class, and Snape also let out a sigh of relief, because the number of frying pots was now less.

To use the professor's words to satirize Gryffindor, it is: this book can make any fool in Longbottom learn to operate it.

as usual...

"Wait...how do you make potions?" Umbridge suddenly broke the silence, fidgeting with her fat butt because of the damp classroom, "Where's the cauldron? Where's the potion bottle? "

"Here" Snape tapped the glass bottle crisply with his wand.

What was placed on the podium was a set of sophisticated chemical instruments, which were very suitable for Snape, a potion master. Not only could it highly purify potions, but it could also easily combine different potion raw materials.

In the past, before researching new potions or improving them, they almost always used crucibles to try again and again, and piled them up with gold Galleons. Only when Snape used Muggle instruments did he realize... how much he wasted. money and time.

"That's not what it says in the book...sorry, it's wrong..."

"If you read that textbook, it's the real mistake~"

Snape shook his cloak impatiently, lowered his head slowly, and looked up. All familiar wizards knew that this was a sign that the old bat was angry.

"No, it can't~ dear professor...the book you are holding now is not recognized by the Ministry of Magic." Umbridge's sweet smile made the witches have physical nausea.

"So... what do you think of the book?" Snape said softly.

"This book is wrong...and, with all due respect, the two underage wizards obviously cannot be masters of potions." She also pretended to apologize, "the other...then It's even more impossible..."

"Really? But I heard that... even Horace Slughorn has no objection." There was a certain signal in the professor's eyes, "Madam Inquisitor, I hope you don't disturb my teaching again"

This is his ultimatum.

"But your instruments are not even crucibles!" She shrieked because she felt ignored.

"Dear Ms. Umbridge...I think, when it comes to potions, I know what's appropriate..." Snape gritted his teeth, and said in disgust, "What-not-suit-fit! "

"This is unruly!"

Snape was so angry that her lips trembled. When she began to judge the book privately, Hermione could clearly feel the hatred of Professor Snape, and his hand reached into his sleeve...

But the people around had a lot of fun, because few people could get angry with this old bat.

"Enough! What rules!"

With a big wave of his hand, Cyrus stood up under the incredible eyes of most of the Hufflepuffs. You know, even if Cyrus was ridiculed by Snape, he just laughed it off.

Of course, the nature of this is different...

"This is a school, not a church that treats textbooks like a harmless bible!" He gritted his teeth and swung his 'fist' at the authority named 'Umbridge'.

"No...it's just rules and regulations. Obviously, it's not...used by wizards at all, is it?" The senior investigator smiled softly, "It's a grandstanding...thing... "

"Professor Snape is right...at least, he understands better than you." Cyrus said disdainfully, "What rules? Sorry...I thought they were dug out from some ancient wizard's tomb"

"You...you...dear Mr. Cyrus..." she said with a deadpan voice, "I can take it as a sign that you are very dissatisfied with the laws of the Ministry of Magic?"

"No...not me, Hogwarts is dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic..."

Umbridge looked annoyed, she was rummaging in her pink handbag, but Snape spoke before she did, and scolded him.

"Sit back!" Snape looked at him deeply, "Mr. Cyrus...how can you get mad at this Ministry of Magic investigator? Five points from Hufflepuff...Okay, put the book Open it and continue following the steps."

"No! Mr. Cyrus, I'll stop by my office after class..."

"I'm afraid not, he will do me a little favor later on." Snape smiled sullenly, "You are right, the author of this book is terrible, so I will ask him to change it..."

"Then tomorrow!!" Umbridge said resolutely, her claws almost sinking into his palm.

"Ah~ By the way...Cyrus, because of your impulsiveness and disturbing the classroom order, you will be placed in confinement tomorrow." Snape smiled at her, "I won't bother the investigator."