Hogwarts Card Drawer

Kronos trudged down the stone steps of the dungeon to Potions class, alone this time, but was awakened by Draco's voice when he first reached the ground floor.

Immediately afterwards, there were shouts from Harry and Ron, and even Neville's growl. Kronos took a few more steps, turned around the front corridor, and saw this scene.

"Help me," Harry called to Ron, who put an arm around Neville's neck and pulled him back from the Slytherins.

Crabbe and Goyle stood with their arms crossed in front of Draco, ready to fight. Ron hurried forward and grabbed Neville's arm, and Harry dragged him back to Gryffindor.

Neville's face was flushed, Harry's grip on his neck muffled his words, but words escaped his mouth.

"No...joking...don't...Mungo...lesson...he..."

The door to the magic classroom opened, and Snape appeared there. He scanned the Gryffindor border with his black eyes, where Harry and Ron were wrestling with Neville.

"Playing hard, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom?" Snape mocked in his grim voice. Ten points from Gryffindor. Potter, let Longbottom go, or you'll be locked up. Come in all for me! "

Harry let go of Neville, who was panting and glaring at Harry.

"I've got to stop you," said Harry breathlessly, picking up his schoolbag, "Crabbe and Goyle are going to tear you in two!"

Neville didn't say a word; he just grabbed his schoolbag and walked into the magic classroom.

"In Merlin's name," said Ron slowly, following Neville, "why is that?"

Harry didn't answer. He knew exactly why Neville would be distressed by the subject of magical damage to the brains of people at St. Mungo's Hospital, but he had sworn to Dumbledore that he would not tell anyone Neville's secret, not even Neville. Didn't know Harry knew about it either.

Chronos, Draco, and Daphne sat at the back of the class as before, producing parchment, quills, and A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi. The whole class was whispering about what Neville had just done, but when Professor Snape slammed the door shut, everything immediately fell silent.

"You should have noticed" Snape said contemptuously in his low voice, "we have a guest today."

He motioned to the dark corner of the dungeon,

Chronos saw Professor Umbridge sitting with a clipboard on her lap. He glanced aside Draco and Daphne, raising his eyebrows. Umbridge was now the one teacher he hated the most. He's having a hard time figuring out who he'd prefer to win.

"We're going to continue working on enhancers today. You'll see that your potions are the same as they were left over from last week; if they're made correctly, they should be brewed after the weekend - explain -" He waved his Wand "—on the blackboard. Keep going."

Professor Umbridge in the corner spent the first half hour of class taking notes. Harry listened with great interest to her questions to Snape; his interest made him careless again about his own medicine.

"Salamander blood, Chronos!" Daphne gripped his wrist while complaining, to prevent the third wrong dose, "It's not pomegranate juice!"

"Sorry!" Kronos smiled at Daphne apologetically, he really couldn't bear to miss such a good show between dark bats and pink toads.

"Well, the lesson seems appropriate to their level," she said cheerfully behind Snape's back, "but I still doubt it would be appropriate to teach them potions such as enhancers. I think the Ministry of Magic will consider removing it from the syllabus Delete." Professor Snape straightened up slowly, and turned to look at her.

"How many years have you taught at Hogwarts so far...?" she asked, her quill lying flat on the clipboard.

"Fourteen years," replied Professor Snape. The expression on his face was unfathomable. Chronos watched closely as he added a few drops; his medicine hissed dangerously, then turned from turquoise to orange.

"As far as I know your original application was to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," Umbridge asked Professor Snape.

"Yes." Professor Snape whispered.

"But it didn't apply."

Professor Snape pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Obviously."

Professor Umbridge was scribbling on the clipboard.

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

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

"Do you know why Dumbledore keeps refusing to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you ask him." Professor Snape replied bluntly.

"I will." Professor Umbridge said with a smile.

"Does this have anything to do with me?" asked Professor Snape, his black eyes narrowing.

"Oh, yes," said Professor Umbridge, "and yes, the Ministry knows every teacher's - er - background thoroughly."

She turned away, walked up to Pansy Parkinson, and asked her about the class.

Snape looked at Chronos, and they looked at each other for a few seconds before Chronos hurriedly shifted his gaze to the potion, the potion was silted together, giving off the strong smell of scorched rubber And a pungent taste.

"Very well, Chronos, you can't score again." Snape's words were full of hostility. With a flick of his wand, he emptied Chronos' boiler. "You write an article for me, introducing the correct ingredients of this potion, marking the reason and process of your mistakes, and it's due in the next class, understand?"

"Oh, no..." Kronos covered his head in annoyance, pretending to be remorseful. But Professor Snape didn't know how to watch Chronos' acting, he turned around to find trouble with Gryffindor classmates, and now he was quite upset.

"I reminded you." Daphne said angrily next to Chronos, and her tone seemed to be avenged.

"I know." Kronos shook his hand indifferently, "But don't you think it's worthwhile to get such a wonderful scene with a paper?"

"You are really..." Daphne was really speechless by Kronos' mentality.

The thesis on this enhancer was a piece of cake for Kronos, and it only took him half a class to write it wholeheartedly. Penalized for a paper.