Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

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

The golden sun shone into the castle, dispelling the annoying cold of Hogwarts in winter.

It seems 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 who came and went had a smile on his 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 an annoying pink figure writing something at a corner of the classroom.

"Why is she here?"

Franklin asked in a low voice.

It was only when he dared to speak out that Umbridge, who was wearing a pink fur coat in the corner, raised his head as if he had heard it, and grinned in the direction of Mike and Franklin with a silent smile.

With a terrified look on Franklin's face, he quickly lowered his head, while Mike gave Umbridge a cold look.

"step~step~step"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the stone floor, Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom quickly, and at this time the clock on the wall pointed to exactly eight o'clock—class started.

Seeing this, everyone quickly sat down, but many people found that Umbridge, who was sitting behind the seat, showed no signs of leaving.

On the contrary, seeing Professor McGonagall appearing, she sat up straight instead.

"Okay," Professor McGonagall put a large box on the table, and from her expression, she didn't seem to notice Umbridge's existence at all, "Anderson, come and send this box of mice—— Don't put on that scared expression anymore, this is not the first time you have experimented with disappearing spells with mice!"

It was said that the Hufflepuff boy named Anderson hurried forward to take the box that was still shaking, and was about to send it out as instructed when he heard a loud coughing sound 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 ordered the mice to be distributed as if he didn't hear them, and at the same time ordered:

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

"Cough! Cough!"

Umbridge coughed again. This time, Professor McGonagall seemed to feel that he couldn't ignore it any longer. He frowned and looked at Umbridge, asking:

"what happened?"

"Professor, I just want to know if you have received my note, which should state that I am coming today to check on your class and—"

"Obviously I received it, otherwise I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall obviously didn't want to talk to Umbridge too much, so he immediately turned his head and looked at everyone again Said, "As I said just now, today I'm going to continue—"

"Cough! Cough!"

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

Professor McGonagall is not a well-liked professor. Many people hate her for her strict education methods and rigid personality.

So after experiencing Trelawney's expulsion 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 kicked out of Hogwarts like Trelawney, everyone just hopes to see Professor McGonagall make a fool of himself.

Things quickly developed in the direction that many people imagined. Professor McGonagall, who was repeatedly interrupted in class, seemed to be really angry, and said to Umbridge in a cold and biting tone:
"I don't understand. How can you understand my usual teaching method if you keep interrupting me? You know, half of the time I talk, I don't allow others to talk!"

Umbridge's face turned red quickly, maybe out of anger, or maybe out of annoyance, but there was no doubt that she looked very funny in this way, because many people in the classroom laughed outright.

And it made Umbridge redder even more.

But she didn't speak, let alone lose her temper. Instead, she glared at Mag viciously, and then angrily wrote in the notebook she carried with her.

Many people in the classroom showed disappointment, and everyone hoped to see Umbridge get angry at Professor McGonagall so that she could not get off the stage.

However, Umbridge's performance is really disappointing.

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

For the rest of the class, Umbridge didn't disturb Professor McGonagall's class again, but kept writing something in his notebook, and he stood up with a bang until the get out of class was over, and left the classroom.

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

"Why did she start reviewing again?" Franklin asked suspiciously, "I remember that she hasn't conducted such a boring review of other professors since she was fucked by us that day."

Putting away the books, Mike replied as he walked towards the classroom for the next class:
"Why else? Of course, what happened yesterday made her regain her confidence."

"Then... do we want to?" Franklin whispered, his voice getting lower and lower, and at the same time he raised his right hand and sat down to wipe his throat, "Ka!"

"She's still useful, and Dumbledore is coming back, so we have to keep a low profile for the time being, understand?"

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

……

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

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

It's a pity, judging from the current situation, this method not only has no practical effect, but the relationship between the other two colleges is even worse.

The Potions professor was located in a large basement in Hogwarts Castle. Because it was a basement, the temperature here was very cold, almost no different from outside.

So the students who went to class either put on thick cloaks, or added a heat preservation spell to themselves to keep warm.

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

Mike couldn't help laughing every time he thought that someone as serious as Professor Snape was teaching them in a large vegetable cellar.

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

"What the hell is she trying to do?!"

Franklin screamed, but this time he was ignored because Snape had already arrived.

He swung his large black cloak and strode towards the podium with strides. His cloak was flapping non-stop by the wind he brought, which made 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 him, completely ignored her.

"Oh!"

After Professor Snape walked to the podium, he waved his hand, and the door of the classroom was closed. The loud noise caused by the closing door startled Neville, but most people didn't take it seriously.

Because Snape did it every class, the bang was like the school bell to them.

"You'll see," said Snape in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a guest today."

He pointed at Umbridge, who stood up and nodded towards the crowd as if he hadn't heard the sarcasm in Snape's words, before sitting down again.

The sharp-eyed Mike found that many Gryffindors were very excited at the moment, especially Harry and Ron. The smiles on the faces of these two guys have not disappeared since they found Umbridge appearing here.

"Continue to mix the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture you left over from the last class. If you mix it right, it should be ready by the end of the week. How to do it—" Snape raised his wand again, "— — on the blackboard. Let's get started!"

After saying that, a bottle of cloudy liquid and a large pile of strangely shaped potion ingredients appeared in front of everyone in the classroom. Everyone followed the content on the blackboard to operate, while Snape was holding a wand, standing 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 walks around Harry almost all the time, and whenever there is a slight problem with Harry's dispensing process, he will open his big mouth and look towards him. Watching Harry spew the most vicious words.

If you observe carefully, you can also find that every time Snape scolded Harry, there was a smile in his eyes, as if mocking Harry was a pleasant thing for him.

It's a pity that Snape's happy time this time is coming to an end soon. Umbridge, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, came to Snape's side after a while of silence, and said relaxedly:
"Oh, as expected of Professor Snape, he can even teach advanced potions like enhancers!"

Snape didn't answer but straightened up slowly, turned to look at Umbridge.

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

Mike's eyes narrowed sharply. To him who was also proficient in Occlumency, he was very familiar with Snape's reaction at this moment - it was the expression of opening a deep level of Occlumency!
"Now... how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

asked Umbridge, and the quill she had left in place floated up, ready to record.

"Ten~four~years~"

Snape spoke very slowly and drawn out his tone, which made it look like he was teasing Umbridge on purpose.

But Snape's words didn't contain the obvious irony as usual, on the contrary, it was very empty, just like his expressionless face and cold and heartless eyes at the moment.

"You actually applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship first, didn't you?"

"Yes~ of~"

"But didn't apply?"

"Show ~ and ~ easy ~ see ~"

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

"Cough~cough! I'm 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."

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

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

As soon as she left, a trace of anger appeared in Snape's originally empty and cold eyes. He turned and walked towards the podium, saying coldly:
"20 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 didn't resist.

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

"He's taking revenge! Taking revenge on me for laughing at his poor performance in front of Umbridge!"

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

"You couldn't help it!" 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 said viciously, but his words were not threatening, and everyone laughed when they heard the words.

"Don't you think there is something wrong?" Hermione frowned, "Why did Umbridge come to review Snape, shouldn't they be together?"

Mike raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Maybe I know!"

Curious eyes immediately focused on Mike.

Seeing this, the smile on Mike's face became even weirder. He pulled Harry and the others closer and waited until they had completely formed a circle before whispering:
"You probably don't know, but Umbridge and Snape actually went to school together in Hogwarts, and they still belong to the Slytherin house."

"Oh!" Harry suddenly realized, "So you're saying they have a grudge against each other!"

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

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with shock written all over their faces, but after they realized it, they all gave out weird 'hehehe' smiles like Mike!

(End of this chapter)