Chapter 370 Review Re-started

The next day, the long-lost sun once again hung over the Hogwarts Castle.

The golden sunlight shone into the castle, dispelling the annoying coldness of Hogwarts in winter.

It seemed that because of the weather, everyone was in a very good mood. When Mike got up and went out to prepare for class, he found that almost every student who came and went had a smile on their face, as if they didn't remember what happened yesterday.

However, when he and a group of Ravenclaws came to the Transfiguration classroom to prepare for class, they found that in a corner of the classroom, a disgusting pink figure was writing something at the desk.

"Why is she here?"

Franklin asked in a low voice.

He dared to say it, and Umbridge, who was wearing a pink wool coat in the corner, raised her head as if she had heard it, and grinned in the direction of Mike and Franklin, smiling silently.

Franklin showed a look of horror on his face, and lowered his head quickly, while Mike looked at Umbridge coldly.

"Tap, tap, tap"

Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom quickly, accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the stone floor. At this time, the clock on the wall just pointed to eight o'clock - class started.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly sat down, but many people noticed that Umbridge, who was sitting in the back, did not show any signs of leaving.

On the contrary, when she saw Professor McGonagall appear, she sat up straight.

"Okay," Professor McGonagall put a big box on the table. From her expression, she seemed to have not noticed Umbridge's existence at all. "Anderson, come and pass this box of mice - don't put on that scared expression anymore, this is not the first time you have used mice to do the Vanishing Spell experiment!"

Hearing this, the Hufflepuff boy named Anderson hurriedly stepped forward to take the box that was still shaking. Just as he was about to pass it out as ordered, he heard a loud cough from the back of the classroom.

"Cough! Cough!"

Umbridge's cough echoed clearly in the classroom. Everyone turned around to look at her, but Professor McGonagall on the podium still asked people to distribute the mice as if she didn't hear it, and at the same time ordered:

"The content of our class is still to cast the Vanishing Charm on the mice. I know that many of our classmates can already use the Vanishing Charm perfectly to make the mice disappear, but there are many students who have not mastered it thoroughly, so we must..."

"Cough! Cough!"

Umbridge's cough came again. This time Professor McGonagall seemed to feel that she could not ignore it anymore. She frowned and looked at Umbridge, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

"Professor, I just want to know if you received my note. It should have stated that I was coming to check on your class today and--"

"I obviously received it, otherwise I would ask you what you were doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall was obviously unwilling to talk to Umbridge too much. After speaking, she immediately turned her head and looked at everyone again and said, "As I said just now, today I will continue--"

"Cough! Cough!"

The cough sounded for the third time, and this time many people in the classroom showed expressions of watching a good show.

Professor McGonagall was not a popular professor. Her strict teaching method and rigid personality made many people dislike her very much.

So after experiencing the expulsion of Trelawney yesterday, many students present hoped that Professor McGonagall would have a major conflict with Umbridge.

This is not to say that the students hope that Professor McGonagall will be expelled from Hogwarts like Trelawney, everyone just hopes to see Professor McGonagall make a fool of herself.

Things soon developed in the direction many people imagined. Professor McGonagall, who was interrupted repeatedly, seemed to be really angry. She said to Umbridge in a cold tone:

"I don't understand. How can you understand my usual teaching methods if you keep interrupting me? You have to know that I don't allow others to talk half of the time when I'm talking!"

Umbridge's face quickly turned red. Maybe she was angry or annoyed, but there was no doubt that she looked very funny now, because many people in the classroom laughed out loud.

This made Umbridge's face even redder.

However, she didn't say anything, let alone lose her temper. Instead, she glared at McGonagall fiercely, and then she wrote in the notebook she carried with her in anger.

Many people in the classroom showed disappointment. Everyone hoped to see Umbridge get angry at Professor McGonagall so that she would lose face.

However, Umbridge's performance was really disappointing.

Professor McGonagall on the podium still looked indifferent, shook the lesson plan in her hand, raised her head and continued to teach.

In the rest of the class, Umbridge did not interrupt Professor McGonagall again, but kept writing something in the notebook until the end of the class, then she stood up and left the classroom.

Judging from her scary face when she left, what she had just written in the notebook must not be good.

"Why did she start to review again?" Franklin asked in confusion, "I remember that she hasn't conducted such boring reviews on other professors since we did that to her that day."

Mike put away his books and walked towards the classroom for the next class while answering:

"Why else? Of course, what happened yesterday made her regain her confidence."

"Then should we... do it?" Franklin whispered, his voice getting lower and lower, and at the same time raised his right hand and made a throat-wiping motion, "Ka!"

"She is still useful, and Dumbledore is coming back, so we have to keep a low profile during this period, understand?"

After explaining to Franklin expressionlessly, Mike walked out of the classroom without looking back.

...

Their next class is Potions with Gryffindor, which has to be said to be very rare, because Gryffindor's Potions class is usually taken with Slytherin.

It is said that this schedule was set by Dumbledore himself, in order to allow Gryffindor and Slytherin to have more contact and improve their relationship.

Unfortunately, from the current situation, this method has not played a practical role, but has made the relationship between the other two colleges worse.

The Potions Professor is located in a large basement in Hogwarts Castle. Because it is a basement, the temperature here is very cold, almost no different from the outdoors.

So the students who went to class either put on thick cloaks or cast insulation spells on themselves to keep warm.

To be honest, Mike also had some understanding of the structure of ancient castles like Hogwarts. The basements in ancient castles like this were generally used as cells and vegetable cellars, that is, they were used to lock up prisoners when there were prisoners, and to store vegetables and fruits in spring and summer when there were no prisoners.

Every time Mike thought of a serious person like Professor Snape teaching them in a large vegetable cellar, he couldn't help laughing.

But this time he couldn't laugh, because when he and Franklin and others rushed to the Potions classroom, they were surprised to find that Umbridge appeared in the corner of the classroom again.

"What on earth does she want to do?!"

Franklin screamed, but this time no one paid any attention to him at all, because Snape had already arrived.

He swung his black, wide cloak and strode towards the podium. His cloak was blown by the wind he brought, which made him look like a giant bat.

A smile spread across Umbridge's face. She nodded to Professor Snape, but the latter, like Professor McGonagall before, completely ignored her.

"Bang!"

As Professor Snape walked to the podium and waved his hand, the door of the classroom closed. The loud noise caused by the closing of the door startled Neville, but most people didn't care.

Because Snape did this every time he taught a class, to them, the loud noise was like a class bell.

"You will find," Snape said in his low, sarcastic tone, "We have a guest today."

He pointed at Umbridge, who stood up and nodded to everyone as if she didn't hear the sarcasm in Snape's words, and then sat down again.

The sharp-eyed Mike found that many Gryffindors around were very excited at the moment, especially Harry and Ron. The smiles on the faces of these two guys have never disappeared since they found out that Umbridge appeared here.

"Today we will continue to prepare the enhancer. You will see the mixture you left over from the last class. If you prepare it correctly, it should be ready after the weekend. The operation method is -" Snape raised his wand again, "- on the blackboard. Let's get started!"

After that, bottles of turbid liquid and a large number of strange potion materials appeared in front of everyone in the classroom. Everyone followed the instructions on the blackboard, while Snape, holding his wand, kept patrolling around everyone.

At this time, you can find that Harry is the student he cares about the most, because he almost always walks back and forth beside Harry. Whenever there is a slight problem with Harry's preparation process, he will open his big mouth and spit the most vicious words at Harry.

If you observe carefully, you can also find that every time Snape scolds Harry, he will smile in his eyes, as if ridiculing Harry is something that makes him happy.

Unfortunately, Snape's joyful time was about to end soon. Umbridge, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, came to Snape after a moment of silence and said in a relaxed manner:

"Oh, Professor Snape is indeed worthy of being here. He can even teach such a profound potion as the enhancer!"

Snape did not answer but slowly straightened his waist and turned to look at Umbridge.

The smile in his eyes was fading rapidly, replaced by an extreme emptiness, like a dead lake, which was disturbing.

Mike's eyes shrank suddenly. For him, who was also proficient in brain occlusion, Snape's reaction at this moment was very familiar to him - that was the manifestation of the activation of deep brain occlusion!

"Now... how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

Umbridge asked, and at the same time, the quill she had placed in place also floated up, ready to record.

"Ten-fourteen-years~"

Snape spoke very slowly, and deliberately dragged out the tone, which made him look like he was deliberately teasing Umbridge.

But Snape's words were not as sarcastic as usual, but rather very empty, just like his expressionless face and cold eyes at the moment.

"You actually applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position first, right?"

"Yes~"

"But you didn't get it?"

"Obviously~"

Franklin beside Mike laughed, and Umbridge and Snape, who were not far away, turned their heads to look at him.

"Ahem! Sorry!"

Franklin apologized hurriedly, and Snape and Umbridge looked at each other again.

"You have applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class many times since you entered the school, right?"

"Yes~"

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to hire you?"

"I suggest you ask him~"

"I will."

Umbridge had a smile on her face, and the quill she left in place continued to write.

She returned to her seat, put away the quill, turned around and left the classroom.

As soon as she left, a trace of anger immediately appeared in Snape's originally empty and cold eyes. He turned and walked to the podium, and said coldly:

"Ravenclaw deducts 20 points! In addition, Franklin, you have to write me an article about the correct configuration of this potion and hand it in next class!"

Franklin made a face behind him, but did not resist.

It was not until after class that Franklin's emotions broke out. He held his head and said painfully:

"He is taking revenge! Revenge for me laughing at his poor performance in front of Umbridge!"

Franklin's voice was very loud, and many Gryffindor students heard it.

"Who made you unable to hold back!" Harry said proudly, "Ron and I laughed too, but we covered our mouths with our hands, so we didn't laugh out loud!"

"Damn it! I'm going to report you!"

Franklin said viciously, but his words were not threatening at all, and everyone laughed when they heard it.

"Don't you think something is wrong?" Hermione frowned, "Why did Umbridge come to investigate Snape? Aren't they a team?"

Mike's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, and he smiled and said, "Maybe I know!"

Curious eyes instantly focused on Mike.

Seeing this, Mike's smile became even weirder. He pulled Harry and the others closer and whispered after they formed a circle:

"You probably don't know that Umbridge and Snape actually went to school together at Hogwarts, and they were both in Slytherin House."

"Oh!" Harry acted as if he had suddenly realized something, "So you're saying they have a grudge!"

"No, it's not that simple!" Mike's smile became even weirder, and his voice became even quieter, "I heard that Umbridge once pursued Snape when they were in school, but unfortunately... hehehe!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, their faces full of shock, but after reacting, they all laughed like Mike, "Hehehe"!