Chapter 370 The Review Started Again

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

The golden sunshine shines into the castle, dispelling the annoying cold of Hogwarts in winter.

It seemed that due to 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 coming and going 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 discovered that in a corner of the classroom, an annoying pink figure was writing something at his desk.

"Why is she here?"

Franklin asked quietly.

And just when he dared to speak out, Umbridge, who was wearing a pink fur coat in the corner, suddenly raised her head as if she heard him, grinned in the direction of Mike and Franklin, and smiled silently.

Franklin had a look of horror on his face and quickly lowered his head, while Mike gave Umbridge a cold look.

"Tap~tap~tap"

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

When everyone saw this, they quickly sat down, but many people noticed that Umbridge, who was sitting behind the seat, showed no signs of leaving.

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

"Okay," Professor McGonagall placed a big box on the table. Judging from her expression, she didn't seem to notice Umbridge's existence at all. "Anderson, come and pass this box of mice - Stop putting on that scared expression, this is not the first time you have used mice to experiment with disappearing spells!"

Upon hearing this, the Hufflepuff boy named Anderson hurriedly stepped forward to take the box that was still shaking. He was about to hand it out as instructed when he heard a loud cough from the back of the classroom. .

"Cough! Cough!"

Umbridge's cough echoed clearly in the classroom, and everyone turned to look at her. However, Professor McGonagall on the podium still seemed to have not heard, and ordered the mice to be distributed, and at the same time:

"The content of our class is still about using the disappearing spell on mice. I know that many of our students have been able to perfectly use the disappearing spell to make the mice disappear, but many students have not completely mastered it, so we must want……"

"Cough! Cough!"

Umbridge coughed again. This time Professor McGonagall seemed to feel that she could no longer ignore it. She frowned and looked at Umbridge and asked:

"What's wrong?"

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

"I obviously received it, otherwise I would ask you why you came to my classroom." Professor McGonagall was obviously unwilling to talk to Umbridge too much. After saying this, she immediately turned around and looked at everyone again. He said, "As I just said, today I want to continue -"

"Cough! Cough!"

The sound of coughing sounded for the third time, and this time many people in the classroom had expressions of watching the show.

Professor McGonagall is not a popular professor. Her strict education methods and rigid personality make many people hate her.

So after experiencing Trelawney's expulsion yesterday, many students present very much 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. They just hope to see Professor McGonagall make a fool of herself.

Things quickly developed in the direction that many people imagined. Professor McGonagall, who was repeatedly interrupted in class, seemed to be really angry. She said to Umbridge in a cold and biting 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 speak half of the time when I speak!"

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

And this made Umbridge blush even redder.

However, she did not speak, let alone lose her temper. Instead, she glared at Mag fiercely, and then became angry and wrote in the notebook she carried with her.

Many people in the classroom showed disappointment. Everyone really wanted to see Umbridge get angry at Professor McGonagall so that she would not be able to get off the stage.

However, Umbridge's performance was really disappointing.

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

During the rest of the class, Umbridge did not interrupt Professor McGonagall's class again, but kept writing something in her notebook. She did not stand up and left the classroom until the get out of class was over.

Judging from the stern and scary look on her face when she left, what she just wrote in the notebook must not be something good.

"Why is she starting to conduct censorship again?" Franklin asked doubtfully, "I remember that she has not conducted such boring censorship on other professors since we did that that day."

Putting away his books, Mike walked towards the classroom for the next class and replied:

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

"Then we...shall we?" Franklin whispered, his voice getting lower and lower, and at the same time he raised his right hand and wiped his throat, "Click!"

"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 was a Potions class with Gryffindor, which I have to say was very rare, because Gryffindors usually took Potions class with Slytherin.

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

Unfortunately, judging from the current situation, this method not only has no practical effect, but has actually worsened the relationship between the other two colleges.

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 outside.

Therefore, the students who went to class either wore thick cloaks or attached thermal insulation spells to themselves to keep warm.

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

Every time he thought about a serious person like Professor Snape teaching them in a large vegetable cellar, Mike couldn't help but laugh out loud.

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

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

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

He swung his large black cloak and strode toward the podium. His cloak was being blown around by the wind, making him look like a giant bat.

A smile bloomed on Umbridge's face, and she nodded to Professor Snape, but the latter, like Professor McGonagall before, completely ignored her.

"Bang!"

As Professor Snape walked up to the podium and waved his hand, the door to the classroom was closed. The loud noise caused by the closing of the door startled Neville, but most people paid no attention to it.

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

"You will find," said Snape in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a visitor 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.

Mike, who was sharp-eyed, noticed that many Gryffindors nearby were extremely excited at the moment, especially Harry and Ron. The smiles on these two guys' faces had not disappeared since they discovered that Umbridge had appeared here.

"Continue to prepare the enhancer today. You will see the mixture you left from the previous class. If you mix it correctly, it should be ready after the weekend. How to do it-" Snape raised his wand again, "- — on the blackboard. Let’s get started!”

After saying that, bottles of turbid liquid and a lot of weird potion ingredients appeared in front of everyone in the classroom. Everyone started operating according to the content on the blackboard, while Snape, holding his wand, spoke in front of everyone. Constantly patrolling around.

At this time, you can find that Harry is the student he cares about the most, because he is almost always walking back and forth next to Harry. Whenever there is any problem with Harry's dispensing process, he will open his big mouth and look at Harry. Harry spewed the most vicious words.

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

Unfortunately, Snape's happy time was coming to an end soon. Umbridge, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, came to Snape's side after being silent for a while and said in a relaxed manner:

"Oh, as expected of Professor Snape, he can even teach advanced potions like enhancers!"

Snape didn't answer but slowly straightened up 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 narrowed sharply. For him who was also proficient in Occlumency, Snape's reaction at this moment was all too familiar to him - it was a sign of opening up a deep level of Occlumency!

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

Umbridge asked, as the quill she had placed there floated up, ready to record.

"Ten~four~years~"

Snape spoke very slowly and in a deliberately drawn-out tone, which made it seem like he was deliberately teasing Umbridge.

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

"The first thing you applied for was actually the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position, right?"

"Yes~"

"But you didn't apply?"

"Show~but~easy~see~"

Franklin next to Mike burst out laughing, and Umbridge and Snape not far away turned to look at him.

"Cough~cough! Sorry!"

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

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

"Yes~"

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

"I suggest you ask him~"

"I will."

There was a smile on Umbridge's face, and the quill she left in place continued to write.

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

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

"Twenty points deducted from Ravenclaw! Also, Franklin, write me an article on the correct configuration of this potion and hand it in next class!"

Franklin grimaced behind him, but offered no resistance.

It wasn't until after class that Franklin's emotions broke out. He held his head and said in pain:

"He's taking revenge! To get back at me for laughing at his poor performance in front of Umbridge!"

Franklin's voice was so loud that many Gryffindor students heard it.

"Who couldn't hold it back!" Harry said proudly, "Ron and I also laughed, but we covered our mouths with our hands, so we didn't laugh out loud!"

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

Franklin spoke viciously, but his words were not threatening, and everyone laughed when they heard what he said.

"Don't you think something is wrong?" Hermione frowned, "Why did Umbridge come to examine Snape? Shouldn't they be in the same group?"

Mike's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, and he said with a smile: "Maybe I know!"

A series of curious eyes instantly focused on Mike.

Seeing this, the smile on Mike's face became even weirder. He pulled Harry and others closer and waited until they formed a complete circle before whispering:

"You probably don't know, but Umbridge and Snape actually went to school together in Hogwarts, and they belong to the same Slytherin house."

"Oh!" Harry said as if he suddenly realized, "So you are saying that they have a grudge!"

"No, it's not that simple!" Mike's smile became even weirder, and his voice became softer, "I heard people say that Umbridge once pursued Snape when she was in school, but it's a pity that ...Hehehehe!"

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock, with shock written all over their faces, but after they reacted, they all laughed like Mike, "Hey hey hey"!