Vol 2 Chapter 873: 2 confrontation

Harry found that Fanlin and Hao Min were already standing in a safe corner, and so did Ron. Several people were standing not far away waiting for him, their coat collars flapping in the wind.
Harry opened the scroll as he ran to them, and found five words on the scroll-Sirius's handwriting: today, old time, old place.
"Hedwig is okay?" Hermione asked worriedly, and he had recovered from it at this moment.
"Where did you take it?" Ron asked. "Professor Grapland," Harry said. "I also saw McGonagall, listen."
He told them what McGonagall had said. To his surprise, they were not shocked. Instead, they exchanged meaningful glances.
"What?" Harry said, turning his eyes from Fanlin to Hermione and back again. "Well, I was just talking to Ron just now. What if someone tries to stop Hedwig midway? I mean, it has never been injured in a previous flight, has it?"
"Whose letter is that anyway?" Ron asked, taking the note from Harry.
"Speak in a nasal tone," Harry reminded softly. "'Old time, old place'? Is he talking about the fire in the teaching and research section?"
"Obviously," said Hermione. Hermione was also reading the note. She was a little nervous. "I hope no one else has read it."
"But it was still sealed when it got into my hands," Harry tried to convince himself like she did. "If they didn't know where we met him before, then no one would know what it means, no ?"
"I don't know," Hermione looked worried.
"But what can be confirmed is that someone has already blocked communications at Hogwarts Castle. You should have realized Harry earlier, since Filch began to intercept our mail..." Fanlin said slowly, " However, I don’t think Hedwig has been intercepted. As a snow owl in the magical world, you want to be intercepted unless you go up and catch it yourself."
"You mean..." Harry lowered his voice. "You mean Umbridge..."
"I can't guarantee, but we can't use the owl room anymore, and we can no longer use Hedwig for sending letters in the future. I will call Dobby over at that time. I can only work hard for Dobby." Fanlin said When the bell rang again, Fanlin said as he led three people forward,
It’s not difficult to reseal the paper roll with magic, and we don’t know if anyone is actually monitoring the fireplace network system. However, there is no doubt that Umbridge’s intervention is inevitable. She wants us to lose contact with the outside, or isolate us. In fact, this is the consequence of being discovered. I think Umbridge is I want to gather information about Dumbledore."
They walked down the stone ladder to the potions course, and all of them were gone. For Fanlin, this was just a signal, a signal that Umbridge had a big move.
It's impossible for Umbridge to stay in peace like this, but she hasn't found a sure way to get Dumbledore out of the school.
But when they reached the last few steps, they were awakened from contemplation by Malfoy's voice.
Malfoy stood outside Snape's classroom, waving a parchment like official documents, deliberately raising his voice so that they could hear every word clearly.
"Yes, Umbridge approved the Slytherin College Quidditch team to continue its activities. I went to apply to her early this morning. This is a matter of course, I mean, she knows my father very well. He often visits the Ministry of Magic. It’s fun to see if Gryffindor can get permission to continue playing in the game, isn’t it?"
"Don't be angry," Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron. It was not a wise thing to have a conflict at this time, but with the tempers of Harry and Ron, it was obviously not so easy to solve.
They glared at Malfoy, their faces flushed and their fists clenched.
"Calm down, that's exactly what he meant." Fanlin frowned, and Malfoy provoked. This thing seems to have not happened for a long time. Then, what is relying on, Umbridge?
"I mean," Malfoy raised his voice a little more, his gray eyes flashing maliciously, looking in the direction of the few of them. "If this question is related to the influence of the Ministry of Magic, I don't think they have much Opportunity. According to my father, they have been looking for reasons to explain Weasley in recent years. The same is true for Porter. My father said it was only a matter of time before he was sent to the St. Mungo’s Magical Disease Hospital. Obviously, they had a problem with their heads. People who are confused by magic have special protective measures."
Malfoy made a grimace, his mouth drooping, his eyes rolling.
Carat and Gore grumbled laughter as usual, and Parkinson screamed happily.
Fanlin blocked Harry with his hand, but before Fanlin could say anything, it seemed that something slammed on his shoulder and knocked him to one side.
He knew immediately that Neville had just walked past him and rushed straight to Malfoy.
Fanlin was a little surprised at first, but his spirit was abnormal, St Mungo’s Magic Hospital?
There is no doubt that this is definitely Neville's restricted area.
"Navi, don't!" Fanlin rushed forward, grabbing Neville's robe. Neville struggled frantically, he fluttered with his fists, desperately trying to get close to Malfoy. Malfoy was shocked immediately.
"Help me!" Fanlin asked Harry for help. He rounded Neville's neck with one hand and dragged him back, away from the people in Slytherin College. Gore and Carla danced their arms and stood in front of Malfoy, ready to fight.
Harry and Ron caught Neville's arm, and together with Fanlin successfully dragged Neville back into the Gryffindor line.
Neville's face flushed red, and the pressure that Fanlin imposed on his throat made him quite confused, and single words popped out of his mouth in a disorderly manner.
"No, funny, no, Muggle, show, him."
Suddenly, the door of the Potions classroom opened, and Snape appeared there. He scanned the Gryffindor border with dark eyes, where Harry and Ron were fighting Neville. At least in Snape's eyes.
"Have you been playing hard, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, and Al?" Snape mocked contemptuously in his cold voice. "Gryffindor deducts ten points. Potter, let go of Longbottom, or you'll be fined for confinement. Give me all in!"
Several people let go of Neville. He was panting and glared at Fanlin.
"I must stop you, Neville..." Fanlin said breathlessly, picking up his schoolbag, "Kara and Gore will tear you in half, and you will hit them like this. Don't worry, there are no good consequences..."
However, Neville didn't seem to think so. This was the first time Neville lost his temper to Fanlin. Neville didn't say a word; he just grabbed his schoolbag and walked into the potions classroom.
"In Merlin's name," Ron said slowly, following Neville. "Why is that?"
No one answered. Both Fanlin and Harry knew why Neville would be distressed by the topic that the brains of people at Stonewall High School were damaged by magic, but he had vowed to Dumbledore that Harry would not tell anyone about Neville. Even Neville didn’t know that Harry and Fanlin knew about it.
Harry and Ron were sitting at the back of the class as before, and Hermione and Varian were in front of them. They took out parchment paper, quill pen and "A Thousand Wonder Herbs and Mushrooms." The whole class was talking softly about what I had just done, but when Professor Snape "slammed" the door of the room, everything fell silent immediately.
"You should notice," Snape said contemptuously in his low voice, "We have a guest today."
Snape motioned to the dark corner of the dungeon, and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there, with a notepad on her knees.
He glanced at Ron and Hermione, and raised his eyebrows. Snape and Umbridge are the two teachers he hates most. It is difficult for him to figure out who he prefers to win.
"We will continue to study the configuration of the curse-killing potions today. You will see that your prescriptions are the same as when you left them last week; if the prescriptions are correct, they should be brewed successfully after the weekend... It means..." He once again Waving his magic wand "...on the blackboard...now, continue..."
Following Professor Snape's order, everyone began to get busy, and Fanlin temporarily forgot Neville's displeasure and Umbridge's arrival.
Speaking of it, the curse-eliminating potion is a powerful curse-releasing potion, which is suitable for many spells and even black magic. This effect is somewhat similar to the purification potion, but the curse-eliminating potion is more targeted. A powerful spell-resolving technique that requires magic.
And Professor Umbridge in the corner spent the first half hour of class taking notes, which made Fanlin very comfortable. At least Fanlin had basically reached the final stage before Umbridge asked questions. , Just need to control some time.
Harry listened with great interest to Umbridge's question to Snape; his interest made him take the medicine he was dispensing lightly.
"Salamander blood, Harry!" Hermione grumbled as she grabbed his wrist to prevent the third wrong medicine. "Not pomegranate juice!"
"Got it" Harry said vaguely, and he put down the bottle and continued to look at the corner. Umbridge stood up. When she walked two tables away from Snape who was bending over to watch Dean Thomas's boiler, she began her performance.
"Ha," Umbridge sighed lightly. "Well, this class seems to be suitable for them," she said enthusiastically behind Snape. "But I still doubt whether it is appropriate to teach them to use medicines like cursive potions. I think the Ministry of Magic will consider removing it from Deleted from the syllabus."
Snape slowly straightened his waist and turned to look at her.
"So far... how many years have you taught at Hogwarts?" Umbridge asked, her quill lying flat on the board.
"Fourteen years," Snape replied. The expression on his face is unfathomable.
Harry watched in secret while adding a few drops of medicine; his medicine hissed dangerously, then changed from turquoise to orange.
"As far as I know you originally applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Professor Umbridge asked Snape.
"Yes," Snape answered calmly.
"But you didn't succeed?"
Snape's lips twisted. "Obviously."
There was some sneer laughter in the classroom, and everyone felt uncomfortable.
Professor Umbridge scribbled a few notes on her board.
"As far as I know, you have been applying for this position every year since you worked here."
"Yes," Snape said calmly, barely moving his lips. He looked very angry.
"Do you know why Dumbledore keeps rejecting you this position?" Umbridge asked.
"I suggest you ask him in person," Snape said hastily.
"Oh, I will," Professor Umbridge said, with a sweet smile.
"I guess this is about the investigation?" Snape asked, his dark eyes narrowed.
"Oh, yes" Professor Umbridge said, "Yes, the Ministry of Magic thoroughly understands the... uh... background of every teacher." She turned her face, walked towards Pansy Parkinson, and asked her about the course. The problem.
Snape looked at Harry. After they stared at each other for a few seconds, Harry hurriedly turned his attention to the potion. The potion silted together, giving out the strong and pungent smell of rubber being scorched. the taste of.
"Then, Potter, you can't score again." Snape's words were full of hostility. With a wave of his wand, Harry emptied Harry's boiler. "You write me an article to introduce the correct ingredients of this medicine, mark out the reason and process of your mistake, and hand it in next class, do you know?"
"Yes~EbookFREE.me~ Harry said. But seeing Snape flattened is still dark, but the price...
Snape had already assigned them homework, besides that, he had to participate in Quidditch training this evening. This means he has to spend many sleepless nights.
Thinking about it now, how unbelievable the joy he felt when he got up in the morning. Now he hopes in his heart that the day will end soon.
"Maybe I will miss the divination class." He looked gloomy. After lunch, they stood in the yard, letting the wind beat their robes and caps. "I want to pretend to be sick, so I can use the time in class to finish the article assigned by Professor Snape. Then I don't have to stay up late."
"You can't skip class." Hermione looked solemn.
"Listen, you and Fanlin have quit the divination class, you hate Traoni"
"I don't hate her," Hermione said arrogantly, "I just think she is a completely appalling teacher and a complete old liar. But you have missed the history of magic, so I don't think he should be absent today. Any class anymore."