"Professor … When I become an adult, can you be with me?" Harry's sparkling eyes seemed to appear in front of him again.

Snape snorted coldly. His hands were not messed up at all as he processed the herbs.

Naive, childish, brainless little monster …

"I've learned it!

I'm not lying! "

Snape lit the fire and poured the solution into the crucible.

That boy's talent was not bad, but sometimes he needed to be forced …

"I'm serious!

I'm really serious! "

First, he stirred it three times clockwise.

It was just a whim. It would be strange if he could maintain this seriousness for three days.

"When we graduate, we'll no longer be teacher and student …"

He put in the ingredients and stirred it two and a half times counterclockwise.

Even if they weren't teacher and student, he shouldn't dream of having any other relationship …

"Maybe … when the time comes, I … I can buy a house …"

He continued to stir.

What, that damn boy is going to raise me as a woman?

Even if he's going to live with me, he should be the one to live with me in Spidertail Alley.

Snape was startled and moved his wand away. The liquid in the crucible had turned into a half-solidified ginger-yellow substance. It emitted a pungent smell and kept splashing out.

Snape stared at the failed potion in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't accept that this was made by him, the Potion Professor of Hogwarts, a Level Two Merlin Medal, a senior Potion Master. It was just an ordinary Soothing Potion!

This potion that he made was not even comparable to the results of a first-year student.

It's all that damn Potter's fault!

Snape gritted his teeth and cleaned it up. He would never admit that he was tempted by Harry's simple words. Even his heart was starting to get messed up.

On Friday morning, Harry walked into the common room and found that everyone was reading something under the bulletin board. They all had an indignant expression on their faces.

He walked over to take a look. On the top of the bulletin board, there were words written in golden cursive:

[Hogwarts Senior Investigation Officer Order]

[I hereby appoint Dolores Jane Umrich as the first High Investigator of the Ministry of Magic.

The senior investigator had the right to inspect the teaching of any teacher. If there were any unqualified teachers, the investigator had the right to order them to stop teaching immediately and rectify the situation within a time limit.

This decision is in accordance with Education Decree No. 28 of the Ministry of Magic.]

It was stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Magic and the cursive signatures of Connelly Forgy and Umrich.

"I knew it … Forgy didn't send this woman with good intentions!"

Hermione said angrily in a low voice, "Because of that education order, she can now interfere with the school's affairs!"

"But … but isn't Dumbledore the only one who has the authority to appoint and dismiss teachers?" Ron frowned.

"From this moment onwards, this power no longer belongs to Dumbledore!

Harry — we have to do something! "

"Let's wait for a while." Harry was not worried. "The teachers may not want to be inspected by her, at least —" he smiled mischievously. "I'm looking forward to her quickly inspecting Professor Mcgonagall's classes …"

Hermione and Ron seemed to have imagined the scene, and they laughed secretly together.

When they walked into the classroom of Transfiguration, they saw Umrich sitting at the back of the classroom, holding a writing board in her hand and wearing a fake smile on her face.

She didn't seem to realize what kind of situation she was about to face, Harry thought gloatingly.

Professor Mcgonagall strode into the classroom with a straight face and didn't even look at Umrich.

'Now, be quiet, 'she said, looking gravely at them over her spectacles;' Miss Brown, go and hand out the homework - Miss Lavender, take these rats--silly girl, they're rats, not tigers, and won't eat you, take care of them--and give one of them to each class--'

"Ahem … Ahem!" Umrich coughed softly in the corner.

Professor Mcgonagall continued her lecture undisturbed. From her expression, it seemed that she didn't know Umrich existed at all.

"Okay, students, now you've all got the rats. Dean Thomas, if you put that rat in front of Lavender again, I'll punish you by making you eat it. Last class, most of you were able to make the snails disappear successfully, even if some of you left some snail shells behind.

Today, we — "

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!" Umrich coughed louder.

"What's wrong?"

Professor Mcgonagall slowly turned around, her nostrils flared, and her lips pursed into a straight line. Harry felt that she was now like a fire-breathing dragon.

Umrich showed a fake smile on his face. "Professor, I just want to know if you received my note informing me to investigate the date and time of your class —"

"Obviously, I received it. Otherwise, I would ask you what you're doing in my classroom."

Professor Mcgonagall replied stiffly. She continued to turn around and said to them, "Today, we're going to learn the more difficult Rat Disappearing Spell. This is —"

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

"If you want to know my usual teaching methods," Professor Mcgonagall angrily turned to face Umrich, "please shut up.

You know, I don't usually allow people to interrupt me in class. "

Umrich looked like she was slapped in the face.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. In the end, she lowered her head and wrote on the parchment paper angrily.

"You'll receive the results of your investigation within ten days."

When Professor Mcgonagall announced the end of the class, Umrich stood up proudly and put the writing board under her arm.

"I can't wait," Professor Mcgonagall said sarcastically and made a gesture. "Please step aside. I have two more classes for the third year of Ravenclaw. I don't have time to chat with you."

Harry was delighted to see Umrich's face contorted in anger.

But in the last Potions class of the week, Harry saw Umrich appear in the underground classroom as if nothing had happened.

Umrich seemed to have a good impression of Snape. Harry remembered that she once said in class that she graduated from Slytherin College.

When Snape asked them to start preparing the booster, she walked around behind Snape and whispered.

But she obviously did not find the right topic —

"Senior, I heard that you seem to be interested in the Defense Against Black Magic class?"

"Probably." Snape's expression was unfathomable.

"You've applied to teach the Defense Against Black Magic class many times since you entered the school, right?"

"Yes." Snape's face was still expressionless, but Harry could see the anger in her black eyes.

"Why didn't Dumbledore let you teach?

What a pity. "Umrich had a warm smile on his face.

"I don't know the reason for the past few years, but this year —" Snape turned around and looked at Umrich coldly with a look of disgust in her eyes. "I think the reason is standing right in front of me."

"I — uh — this …" Umrich's flattery had hit the nail on the head. His expression was very interesting.

"Pfft —" Harry could not help but lower her head and laugh secretly.

Snape noticed his movement and strode over. She looked at the shapeless thing in his crucible and pursed her lips. She waved her wand and cleared Harry's desk.

"This is what happens when you don't pay attention in class, Potter."

Snape said fiercely, but for some reason, Harry was not afraid at all. "Write me an article on the correct composition of this potion. Indicate where you went wrong and why you went wrong. Submit it in the next class. Do you understand?"

"I — I understand."

Harry held back her laughter. If they were not in class, she would have hugged Snape. Why did she suddenly feel that he was so cute?

Snape certainly understood the smile in Harry's eyes. He was a little angry, but for some reason, he was also a little embarrassed. He was about to scold Harry again when Umrich interrupted.

"Ah, yes, Potter's performance in my class was also very bad." She seemed to think that she had finally found a common topic with Snape. "If you ask me, this pot of garbage that he made can only get a zero.

Even if it's not a zero, at most he can only get a — "

"— B." Snape turned to face Umrich coldly. "I don't think there are any bad students in my class."

Strangely, even the Slytherin students did not object to Harry's unprecedented "B" in Potions class. Everyone was happy to see Umrich suffer.

Harry grinned.

Everyone lowered their heads and seemed to be busy with their work, but in fact, they were secretly watching the confrontation.

Malfoy was not very happy, but when Snape glanced at him coldly, he immediately shut his mouth.

"Uh … Ah … Your … Your education philosophy is really … too noble, senior." Umrich's face was stiff, and she tried to smooth things over.

She put on a sweet smile again and slowly approached Snape. The feather pen in her hand waved ambiguously in the air and was about to touch Snape's chest. Snape frowned and looked at her coldly. "I've never seen —"

"Smack!"

Harry could not help it. She picked up a slippery salamander's heart from Ron's table and smashed it hard on the back of Umrich's head.

"Ah —" Umrich screamed and turned to look at Harry angrily.

"Sorry, Professor Umrich." Harry looked at her innocently. "My hand slipped."

"Detention!

Mr. Potter! "Umrich glared at him fiercely." Three days! "

Harry shrugged indifferently and watched Umrich walk out of the Potions class in anger.

Snape looked at him coldly and disapproved of his nonsense.

"What do you think you're doing!

Potter! "His black eyes were cold and angry.