In just three days, Umbridge and her "followers" had torn through every professor at Hogwarts.
Even Snape had been criticized for the terrible air in the Potions classroom, while his greasy hair was said to pose a serious safety hazard.
"Professor Snape, your classroom discipline is impeccable, and that is certainly worthy of recognition, but..."
Umbridge deliberately drew out her tone. "As a Potions master, you should know perfectly well that no mistakes can be made during the brewing process. If you happen to shake your head and accidentally drop dandruff into a student's cauldron..."
Lucius's dignity still had to be respected, so Umbridge did not continue.
Seamus, known as the Blasting Genius, instantly puffed out his chest.
It was not that he lacked talent in Potions; his luck was simply too terrible. Every time, he had the misfortune of encountering greasy dandruff.
Seeing Snape's dark expression, Umbridge walked over to Neville's cauldron of strangely bubbling potion, tightly covered her nose with a handkerchief, and made an affected retching sound.
"Good heavens! This... this can hardly even be called a potion anymore. Mr. Longbottom, your procedure has clearly deviated entirely from Professor Snape's overly concise instructions."
Rather than directly blaming the professor's failed teaching as she had in other classes, she cleverly shifted the responsibility onto Neville's "comprehension ability" and "operational mistakes."
"This fully proves how necessary unified and detailed written procedures are. 'Standardized teaching' cannot be delayed."
In Umbridge's pink world, even cruelty came in social classes. For the powerful, she wrapped her reminders in sugarcoating; for everyone else, there was only naked belittlement.
Yet this "well-intentioned" gesture still hurt Snape.
His greasy hair was not his fault. If anyone was to blame, it was Hogwarts' excessively damp dungeons.
On the fourth day,
Umbridge extended her claws to the