Slytherin saw that instead of greeting the professor, he openly attacked his classmates in front of the professor, ignoring the professor's dissuasion - their house would be deducted fifty points for disrespecting the professor. A clear, angry voice belonging to a young woman suddenly rang out, interrupting the smug laughter of the little snakes.

"In addition, Mr. Draco Malfoy will be fined for one labor service for making this badge that undermines the unity between the Hogwarts houses. ”

All the students, Gryffindor or Slytherin, let out a twitch. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy were particularly sniffing.

Ron grinned at the misery of being punished for his labor service by the dreaded Potions professor. Harry's eyes widened, as if in disbelief, at the man who spoke. Draco's pale face showed uncontrollable anger, and he opened his mouth, as if he was about to angrily attack the female professor from Gryffindor in front of him.

"You're crazy, aren't you?!Broken is the liar!Professor, is your pedigree unclear to your mind—"

Before he could finish speaking, a voice suddenly interjected/entered/came, interrupting him even more coldly.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't let me hear you say anything that would be detrimental to your family's decency and decency. His dean said coldly, "Otherwise, I will have to inform your father of your performance today." ”

Draco shut, angry and puzzled.

Did he hear him right? His headmaster was defending a Gryffindor who was against them! Even though Professor Evans was a professor at Hogwarts and not a student at Lions, she was a Gryffindor through and through! She was defending the stupid lions, and his headmaster punished the stupid lions because of the lioness who reprimanded him! The headmaster must have been under the Ecstasy spell to do so!

Snape, however, didn't have time to pay attention to Draco Malfoy's tangle and petty indignation.

Simply and brutally addressing his students' protests, Snape immediately turned to the daring man who had the audacity to deduct fifty points from Slytherin in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, that man was clearly not as afraid of his might as these students.

Willow Springs, her green eyes burning with fierce anger in Lily's eyes. Snape's cold gaze slipped over the stunned students, who immediately took on the faces of rats and cats, and scurried into the classroom with their books in their hands.

In less than a minute, the two of them were the only ones left in the hallway outside the classroom. Snape then turned to Willow Spring, his cold dark eyes lingering briefly on Willow Spring's face.

"Are you determined to be on that Potter's side and fight against Slytherin forever?" he asked in a cold tone.

"Wrong. She held her head high, and her beautiful green eyes glistened like flames. "I just can't get used to these things that arbitrarily bully my classmates. If anyone in Gryffindor dared to do that, I would deduct their points as well. ”

"Just for a little badge?...... That's just a small joke. You're overreacting. Snape raised his eyebrows and said in a soft, silky voice. Normally, if he used this kind of voice and tone to speak, he would be about to go crazy, or it would imply that he would attack with ferocity next.

Hearing his disapproval, Liu Quan drew his wand and cast a mute spell around the two of them, and then she yelled at him, "Joke?! The whole school is chasing and scolding one person is a joke?!

Snape replied coldly, "I don't think it's a big deal. I'm assuming I'm in the same situation - the whole school is complaining about me behind my back, wishing I didn't have to take Potions classes for the rest of my life. ”

Liu Quan glared at him, and for a moment he almost laughed angrily. She suddenly felt that everything she said to this man was in vain. He is withdrawn, indifferent, full of ridicule and malice towards the world, never reveals a trace of his true feelings, does not care about his life and death, does not intend to change his life and behavior, perseveres to the end in his choices, whether right or wrong, refuses to forgive himself or others, and does not feel bitter about almost any situation - what else can she do for such a person who walks on the precipice between light and darkness, between good and evil?

She shook her head and decided not to argue with him anymore. But as soon as the words came to her lips, she suddenly wanted to tease him a little again. So she said solemnly, "Then maybe you can teach Mr. Potter how to deal with this situation?"

Snape's face turned ugly for a moment, as if he had accidentally drunk a potion made by Neville.

At this moment, a short, golden-tie student came running up from a distance and stopped in front of them breathlessly, just in time to interrupt the argument between the Hogwarts professors.

It's Colin Creevey.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked impatiently, squinting at him, and with a wave of his hand, he lifted the mute spell that Willow Spring had just cast.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to take Harry Potter upstairs. ”

Snape's gaze dropped from his hooked nose to look at Colin, and the smile disappeared from Colin's eager face.

"Potter has another hour of Potions class. Snape said coldly, "He'll go upstairs after class." ”

Colin's face flushed.

"Sir—sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go," he said awkwardly, "all the warriors are going, and I think they are going to take pictures......

They were standing right in the door of the classroom, so the students in the classroom could hear the argument they had just before Willow Quan had placed the mute spell, or what Colin had come to report at this moment.

Harry, sitting in the classroom, was willing to hand over everything he had, as long as he could stop Colin from saying that last word. He dared to glance at Ron out of the corner of his eye, who was staring intently at the ceiling.

"Good, good," Snape snapped, his sharp black eyes glancing at Harry in the classroom. "Potter, leave your stuff here, I want you to come back later and test your antidote. ”

"I'm sorry, sir—he had to take his things with him," Colin said nervously at the top of his voice, "all the warriors—"

"Good!" said Snape, "Potter - take your bag, disappear from my eyes!"

Harry tossed his bag over his shoulder, stood up, and headed for the door. As he walked past the table where the Slytherins were sitting, the words "Potter stinks" shone at him from all directions.

Harry walked out of the classroom, walked past Snape and Professor Lily Evans, and stood beside Colin, not saying a word.

Snape snorted contemptuously, turned and walked into the classroom, slamming the door mercilessly in front of the three Gryffindors.

"That's remarkable, isn't it, Harry?" only Colin wasn't affected by Snape's rude actions. As soon as the classroom door closed, he couldn't wait to say to Harry, "Haven't you?

"yes, that's remarkable," Harry said in a heavy tone, "why are they taking pictures, Colin?"

"Probably in the Daily Prophet!"

"Fantastic," said Harry sadly, "exactly what I wanted." Further humiliation. ”

After complaining, he seemed to think of something else, and looked up at Professor Lily Evans uneasily.

Noticing his frustration and embarrassment, Willow Springs' reassuring smile smiled at him and said, "Go ahead, Harry. It's routine, don't be too nervous. If there's a question you don't want to answer, keep silent. If something is unpleasant, don't take it to heart. ”

Harry seemed to hold his breath, his face flushed. He nodded to Willow Springs and followed Colin towards the steps leading to the Great Hall.

……

It turns out that Rita Skeeter is indeed a combination of paparazzi and unscrupulous tabloid reporters. Her few triwizard feature articles that caught the wind and fabricated to attract attention were soon published as a series of stories that were serialized on the front pages of newspapers for several days.

The names of Fleur Delacour and Victor Krum are always put at the end of the article and misspelled for several days, showing the author's disinterest and nonchalance towards these two foreign visitors.

Although Cedric Diggory's name was spared without spelling mistakes, it was even more unfortunate that his name appeared only a few times in an article published the day before yesterday, which was still a fabrication of "his private life was merry and chaotic as a handsome lad whom everyone loved and admired". It is said that Mr. Diggory, who works for the Ministry of Magic, saw this article slandering his innocent, serious, and upright son, and his angry voice filled the entire Ministry of Magic building.

And today's article is especially excessive. The article was not so much a report on the tournament as it was a depiction of Harry's personal life. Much of the first page of the newspaper was occupied by a photograph of Harry, and the entire article (to be continued to the second, sixth, and seventh pages) was about Harry, who had simply been selectively forgotten about the other three contestants. As a result, there were no other three people to share some of the firepower of Rita Skeeter's rumor-mongering, and Harry's image was simply miserable in that article.

At breakfast that day, almost everyone at the Faculty's desk in Hogwarts Great Hall was flipping through the day's newly delivered Daily Prophet.

Dumbledore didn't know what he was busy with that day, he had finished his meal early and left, and he hadn't read the article full of gibberish and fabricated lies. Professor McGonagall only read a few lines before she angrily shoved the newspaper to the side, her face flushing with rage. Moody's intact right eye was darling through the front pages of the Daily Prophet, while the MONOCULUS was spinning as if to watch Harry's reaction at the Gryffindor table. Snape sipped his coffee slowly and looked at the newspaper, a scornful sneer on his lips, as if to say, "That's not an exaggeration to describe that arrogant Potter."

Liu Quan took the newspaper that Professor McGonagall had thrown aside, and flipped through the pages briefly. She had always read quickly—something she had brought to the table from her past life—and the faint smile on her face vanished as Rita Skeeter spoke up about Harry's parents, and she quickly glanced at Snape, who was several seats away from her.

She and Snape had never been together at the faculty's desk. The Muggle studies classes she taught were not that important, so she always sat with Professor Trelawney and others, who also taught electives. On the other side of her seat was the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's seat, which had changed three different owners in three years, and now sat the disgusting and unpleasant fake Moody.

When Harry was in his first year, Snape was tasked with Dumbledore's secret mission to spy on Quirrell, so he always sat next to Quirrell at the long table, so that there was only one Quirrell between him and Willow Springs - but that changed when Harry was in his second year. Snape was disgusted with Gilderoy Lockhart, who was bombastic but not really skilled, so he returned to his original seat. That year, Willow Springs' eyes were almost blinded by Lockhart's endless narcissism and self-ostentation.

Now she had to sit with a sinister and vicious Death Eater who was always on the lookout.

Liu Quan really hates this kind of seating arrangement. She really wanted to find out what this man really was, and what his purpose was in Hogwarts - Voldemort hadn't been resurrected yet, and he wouldn't have come to Hogwarts to go undercover for a wisp of ghosts, right? If he wanted to find a way to resurrect his master at Hogwarts, that was a possible speculation - but unfortunately she couldn't tell Dumbledore about this speculation so that he could prepare for it.