[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"Professor... When I am an adult, will you stay with me?" Harry's shining eyes seemed to appear in front of him again.

Snape snorted coldly, and his hands handled the medicinal materials in an undisturbed manner.Naive, childish, brainless little troll...

"I've learned! I'm not lying!"

Snape lit the fire and poured the solution into the cauldron.That boy's talent is good, but sometimes he needs to be pushed...

"I mean it! I really mean it!"

Stir clockwise three times first.It's just a whim, it's only a ghost if it can last for three days.

"When we graduate, we will no longer be a teacher-student relationship..."

Put in the ingredients and stir counterclockwise for two and a half circles.Even if you're not a teacher or a student, don't think about any other relationship...

"Maybe...then I...I can buy a house..."

Continue to stir.What, is that damn boy going to raise me as a woman?Even if he wants to live, it should be him and me to live in Spider's End——

Snape moved his wand away as if taken aback, the liquid in the cauldron had turned into a puddle of semi-solidified ginger-yellow stuff, exuding a pungent and unpleasant smell, and it was still "poofing". Stop splashing.

Snape stared in disbelief at the failed potion in front of him. He really couldn't accept that it was he—a Potions professor at Hogwarts, a senior potion master who had won the Order of Merlin, Second Class It's just a normal soothing agent!The stuff he boiled is probably not as good as the results of the first-year students.

It's all — it's all that damn Potter's fault!

Snape gritted his teeth and came to clean it up, absolutely refusing to admit that he would be seduced by Harry's simple words, and even his heart began to be confused.

Harry walked into the common room on Friday morning to find everyone gathered around the bulletin board reading something, all with aggrieved looks on their faces.

He walked over to take a look, and the top announcement read in gilded cursive script:

“[Order of Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor]

[It is hereby appointed: Dolores Jane Umbridge as the Ministry of Magic's first High Inquisitor.

The Senior Investigator has the right to inspect the teaching of any teacher.

Those who are unqualified have the right to immediately suspend the class and rectify within a time limit.

This resolution complies with Ministry of Magic No. 20 Education Decree No. [-]. ]”

Stamped underneath with the seal of the Ministry of Magic, and the cursive signatures of Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge.

"I've known for a long time...Fudge sent this woman with bad intentions!" Hermione whispered angrily, "Because of that education order, she can now start meddling in school affairs!"

"But...but isn't it only Dumbledore's right to appoint and dismiss teachers?" Ron frowned.

"From this moment on, it's not 'only' Dumbledore's power anymore! Harry - we've got to do something!"

"Wait a minute," Harry was not too worried, "the teachers may not be willing to be checked by her, at least—" he smiled mischievously, "I'm looking forward to her checking Professor McGonagall's courses soon ..."

Hermione and Ron seemed to have imagined that scene too, and they both secretly laughed.

When they walked into the Transfiguration classroom, they saw Umbridge already sitting at the back of the room, holding a clipboard and smirking.

She seemed completely unaware of what she was about to face.Harry thought gloatingly.

Professor McGonagall strode into the classroom grimly, without giving Umbridge a wink.

"Okay, be quiet," she said, looking gravely at them over her spectacles, "Miss Brown, go and pass on your homework—Miss Lavender, send these mice—silly girl, it's a mouse, not a tiger , I won’t eat you, take it well—give them to each classmate—”

"Cough...cough!" Umbridge coughed lightly in the corner.

Professor McGonagall went on with her lecture undisturbed, and from the look on her face, it seemed she had no idea of ​​Umbridge's existence.

"Okay, guys, now you've got the mouse—Dean Thomas, if you put that mouse in front of Lavender again, I'll make you eat it—the big one of you last class Most people can successfully cast the spell to make the snail disappear, even though some people still have some shells. Today, we-"

"Ahem!" Umbridge coughed louder.

"What?" Professor McGonagall turned around slowly, her nostrils flared, her lips were drawn into a straight line sternly, Harry thought she looked like a charizard now.

A smirk appeared on Umbridge's face. "Professor, I just wanted to know if you had received my note to investigate the date and time of your class—"

"Obviously I did, or I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom."

Professor McGonagall answered her bluntly, continued to turn around and said to them: "Today, we are going to learn the more difficult Rat Vanishing Curse, here is—"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

"If you want to know my usual teaching methods," Professor McGonagall turned to Umbridge coldly with anger, "please shut up. You know, I usually don't allow others to interrupt me in class. "

Umbridge looked as if he'd been slapped in the face.She opened her mouth, but couldn't speak. Finally, she lowered her head in annoyance and began to write on the parchment.

"You will receive the results of your investigation within ten days." When Professor McGonagall announced the dismissal of the class, Umbridge stood up brazenly, holding the clipboard under his arm.

"I can't wait," Professor McGonagall said sarcastically, gesturing, "Please step aside, I have two classes for Ravenclaw's third year, and I don't have time to chat with you."

Harry was delighted to see Umbridge's face contort with anger.

But in the last potions class of the week, Harry saw Umbridge appear in the dungeon like nothing happened again.

Umbridge seemed to have a good impression of Snape. Harry remembered that she said in class that she was a Slytherin graduate.When Snape asked them to start dispensing the booster, she walked up and down behind Snape, talking in a low voice.

But she obviously didn't find the right topic——

"Senior, I heard that you seem to be very interested in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Probably." Snape's expression was unfathomable.

"You have applied to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you entered the school, have you?"

"That's right." Snape's face remained expressionless, but Harry could see the gleam of anger in his dark eyes.

"Why didn't Dumbledore let you teach? What a pity." Umbridge had an affectionate smile on his face.

"I don't know the reason for the past few years, but this year—" Snape turned to look at Umbridge indifferently, with a look of deep disgust in his eyes, "I think that reason is standing in front of me."

"I - uh - this..." Umbridge flattered the horse's leg with a wonderful look on his face.

"Pfft—" Harry couldn't hold back, lowered his head and secretly laughed.

Snape noticed him, strode over, looked at the shapeless thing in his cauldron, curled his lips, and cleared Harry's tabletop with a flick of his wand.

"That's what happens if you don't pay attention to class, Potter." Snape said viciously, but Harry was not afraid at all for some reason. Where, why is it wrong, hand it in next class, do you understand?"

"Listen—understood." Harry suppressed a smile, if it wasn't for class, he would have wanted to hug Snape, why did he suddenly find him so cute!

Of course Snape understood the smile in Harry's eyes, he was a little impatient and his ears were warm for some reason, and he was about to open his mouth to scold Harry again, but Umbridge cut in unwillingly.

"Ah, yes, Potter's performance in my class is also very poor," she seemed to think she had finally found a common topic with Snape, "I can only get zero points for saying that he boiled this pot of garbage. Even if it’s not zero points, at most it can only get a—”

"—E." Snape turned to Umbridge coldly, "I don't think there are any poor students in my class."

Oddly enough, not even the Slytherins took issue with Harry's unprecedented "E" in Potions - everyone was happy to see Umbridge deflated.Harry grinned.

Everyone lowered their heads and seemed to be seriously busy, but in fact they were secretly watching their confrontation.Malfoy was not very happy, but Snape glanced over coldly, and he immediately shut his mouth tightly.

"Uh...ah...you...your educational philosophy is really...too great, senior," Umbridge froze, trying to round up the words.She put on her sweet smile again, and slowly approached Snape, the quill in her hand was swaying vaguely in the air, about to touch Snape's chest, Snape frowned and looked at her movement coldly, "I Never seen-"

"Snapped!"

Harry couldn't bear it anymore, he casually picked up a slippery salamander heart from Ron's table, and smashed it hard on the back of Umbridge's head.

"Ah—" Umbridge screamed, turning to look at Harry angrily.

"Sorry, Professor Umbridge," Harry looked at her innocently, "my hand slipped."

"Confinement! Mr. Potter!" Umbridge glared at him viciously. "Three days!"

Harry shrugged indifferently, watching Umbridge storm out of the Potions classroom.

Snape looked at him coldly, disapproving all over his expression.

"What do you think you're doing, Potter!" There was cold anger in his dark eyes.

"I'm defending your virginity, Professor." Harry smiled at him, and answered silently with his eyes.