Harry Potter's Bastard

"Hmm-" Umbridge snuffed out his nose, looking at the potions in his pot next to Solim, "it seems that this class has learned quite deeply. "

Solim felt goosebumps on the side of his body near Umbridge.

It's so infiltrating...... Solim endured the discomfort and pulled himself away a little.

"But," Umbridge said, looking up at Snape, who was also at the Solim Bench, "I doubt it's advisable to teach them such potions as enhancers." I think the ministry will want to remove it from the curriculum. "

"So, how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" In fact, with Umbridge's height, everyone has to look up with their heads up, except for the junior little ghosts.

"Fourteen years. Snape's expression was unfathomable.

Umbridge began to write and scratch in her little notebook.

"You applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes. Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

"It's obvious. Snape looked at Umbridge like a fool.

Several extremely suppressed laughter rang out from some part of the classroom.

Professor Umbridge scribbled on the clipboard.

"You've applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts many times since you entered the school, haven't you?"

"Yes. Snape whispered, his lips barely moving. He looked annoyed.

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you go and ask him. Snape replied stiffly.

"I will. Professor Umbridge said with a smile on his face.

Harry's attention was all on this side, causing him to be a little absent-minded as he worked on the material. It's hard to tell Harry's current state of mind, after all, one is Umbridge and the other is Snape, both of whom Harry hates extremely much, and even Harry himself can't tell who he hates more for a while.

Umbridge turned and walked away, paced up to Theodore, and began to ask him about the lesson. Snape looked back at Harry, and their eyes briefly met, Harry hurriedly lowered his gaze to look at his potion, which had now condensed into a filthy one, emitting a nasal smell of burnt rubber.

"Zero again, Potter. Snape said viciously, emptying Harry's cauldron with a wave of his wand, "You write me an article on the correct preparation of this potion, indicating what you did wrong and why you were wrong, hand it in for the next lesson, do you understand?"

"Understood. Harry said angrily. Snape had already given them homework, and he had Quidditch training tonight, which meant two more all-nighters.

Towards the end of class, Snape praised Solim loudly. This caused Umbridge to keep an eye on Solim, but fortunately he had poured the potion into the pot-bellied bottle at the time, otherwise it would have spilled.

"Mr. Selwyn's enhancer is nearing completion. Snape clasped his hands on his chest, and the black robes wrapped around him made him look like a bat.

"He'll be able to finish his potion in the next class, and most of you will need two more classes. And some people ......" Snape glanced at Harry, in fact, Snape didn't have to go out of his way to look at Harry, and the class knew who Snape was referring to when he said "certain people," ...... Yes, some people are working in vain. "

Umbridge didn't know who to look at at this time, she looked at Snape one moment, Harry and Solim the other. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't know what I wrote in the small notebook.

Today was obviously a bad day for most of the fifth-year students, as they had to attend Snape's Potions class and Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts class on the same day.

Solim was also a little troublesome, he had already read the materials given to him by Professor Flitwick, and he had a general understanding of the key points of creating his own spells, and he was now starting to work on developing his own spells. But there was one thing here, he couldn't do this kind of thing in Umbridge's class, maybe the materials would not be discovered by Umbridge in class, but the things written on the parchment were too easy to reveal, and Solimus thought about it, and finally thought that it was better to be honest, at least not to give Umbridge a chance to seize the handle.

"Good afternoon, students. "

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. Everyone said in a procrastinating voice.

"Put away your wand, please. Umbridge didn't have to say that at all, because no fool would take out his wand in her class anymore.

"Please turn to page thirty-four of The Theory of Magical Defense, read Chapter 3, 'Reasons for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attacks,' and read—"

"—Please don't talk to each other. "A lot of Gryffindor students are lip-syncing.

Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts class is extremely boring. Ever since Umbridge arrived, her Defence Against the Dark Arts class had taken the title of "most boring class" from Professor Binns's History of Magic. After all, in the history of magic, you can desert and sleep, and if you're in good spirits, you can play a little game on parchment with your tablemates. But here at Umbridge, these small classroom gestures can't be done at all.

Once a student deserts in Umbridge's class, the first time she warns and the second time she deducts points. As for the students who talk to each other, they will be punished by copying the chapters in the textbook. Solim felt that it wouldn't be too difficult if he could do something in class, just like he had studied the materials given by Professor Flitwick in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, but today he had a real experience of the "real" Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Slinka's "Theory of Magical Defence" is not entirely rubbish, but it is clearly not suitable for students, and many of the theories in it are not applicable to today's tense situation. Solim hastily flipped through the pages and erased the words from the paper, so much so that his book still contained Professor Flivy's enchantment materials.

Even the toughest class has its end, and when Defense Against the Dark Arts class is over, students rush to leave the classroom as if there's something dirty here.

Compared to Solim, who had less classes, Harry and the others were much sadder, and they had a lot of homework today. After dinner, Harry was in the common room to catch up on his homework when Angelina walked in in a dejected manner.

"There's no Quidditch training anymore. She sat down next to Harry and said hollowly.

"But I'm restrained!" Harry said, looking shocked, "I didn't do anything in her class today, Angelina, I swear—"

"I know, I know," Angelina said bitterly, "she only said she had to think about it." "

"What to consider?" Ron said angrily, "She approved of Slytherin, why wouldn't she approve of us?"

"I told you a long time ago. Hermione lifted her head from a pile of books, "She won't let go of this weapon that can deal with you easily." "

"yes-" Harry's eyes were blank now, "you're right. "

"On the bright side, though," Hermione said, "you've at least had time to finish Snape's homework." "