The Daily Prophet's coverage of the Triwizard Tournament was a bit lacking in the news of this event in the wizarding and educational worlds, and some of the information published after that seemed to be a rehash of the same old thing, and there was nothing people wanted to see.

Ordinary wizards have always had a penchant for lace news, and they were quite interested in the emotional entanglements of several warriors that Rita Skeeter had reported on last time, but the Daily Prophet did not meet their demands, and perhaps could not meet them.

Because their special correspondent, Rita Skeeter, is now insane, as if she has experienced some great stimulus.

The woman had lost all her manuscripts, and the shorthand quill was broken, lying quietly in her handbag.

It was the only treasure she still kept.

It was as if she had been ransacked by the robbers, and she was also greatly traumatized.

Moody tortured her with a weakened Drill Heart Charm, his mastery of dark magic was perfect, and he was able to control the use of magic, because he knew that sometimes, pain would kill people, so he restrained his methods.

Even so, poor Rita went almost insane under torture, losing consciousness and memory, and Moody cast an amnesia spell on her to be on the safe side.

When she wantonly made up lies and put a cruel "pen" on some people who had no right to speak back against her, she probably didn't expect that she would be tortured so horribly and cruelly one day.

In short, the wizard's media community has calmed down a lot after this accident, and in order to piece together the layout, the Daily Prophet even turned up the old yellow calendar from hundreds of years ago and introduced the tournament from a long time ago to make up for the emptiness of their content.

After all, not everyone has Rita's talent and her magical quill to write false, yet haunting news.

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In March, the weather became clearer, but every time I came to the field outside, the cold wind still blew the students' hands and faces with pain. The owls could not deliver the letter in time because the wind always blew them off target.

Slytherin and the Gryffindor students were quietly doing the experiments Snape had assigned them in the Potions classroom, and the greasy hook-nosed man wandered around the Gryffindor students like a ghost, staring intently at their movements.

Of course, this is not to say that he is serious and responsible, but that he wants to deduct their points from it.

"Potter, I remember saying more than once in class that wormwood infusion should be mixed with daffodil root powder before it can be poured into the cauldron......" Snape's dark eyes gleamed with a vicious light.

"Sorry, Professor, I forgot. There was a creak in the wooden chair beneath Harry, and he stood up.

"Yes, our warriors don't know anything about the knowledge in the class, but they are surprisingly proficient in some obscure knowledge. Snape said in his cold voice.

Then he put his head to the side of Harry's ear and said in a voice that Harry could hear coldly, "Don't think I don't know who snuck into my office, it's not you, at least it's your companion." ”

Before Harry could reply, Snape continued, "Don't try to quibble, I'll have a way to verify if you're lying." ”

Snape's eyes flashed. He put a hand inside his black robe. For a moment, Harry thought Snape was going to draw his wand and chant a spell on him - and then he saw Snape pull out a small crystal bottle, which contained a clear and transparent potion. Harry looked closely.

"Do you know what this is, Potter?" said Snape, his eyes shining with intent again.

"I don't know. Harry said.

"It's a truth elixir - a potion that teaches you to tell the truth, and the effect is amazing, just three drops, you can reveal the secrets of your heart, and let all the students listen to it. Snape said viciously, "Of course, the Ministry of Magic has very strict rules to control the use of this potion. But you have to be careful, or I'll miss," he said, shaking the crystal bottle slightly, "pour it into the pumpkin juice of your dinner." Then, Potter ...... Then we'll find out if you've ever been to my office. ”

"Don't worry, Harry, he wouldn't dare. Hermione looked at Harry and whispered reassurance, by which time Snape had already left the area and walked around the Slytherin students to begin instructing them in potion making.

"Unless he wants to be imprisoned in Azkaban!" Hermione exaggeratedly to serve as a comforting measure.

Of course, this is not the case, just using the truth elixir, even if it is abused, will not be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Harry didn't speak. He turned to his ginger roots again, picked up the knife, and began to cut them into pieces again. He was disgusted with the kind of truth-spitting potion that Snape had talked about, and he thought that Snape might have secretly sprinkled him with a few drops.

Harry felt that Snape had shown the same hatred for him as he had shown in the past, and that he wouldn't mind doing anything to him even if he were to be imprisoned in Azkaban

He imagined that if Snape did do this, he would not know what would come out of his mouth, and he shuddered at the thought of that...... He will put many people in trouble, Professor Moody, who has helped him many times, will definitely be implicated, and his love for a certain girl, his jealousy and hatred for her boyfriend, these dark feelings are enough to make people crazy when they are put on the table.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door outside the classroom, interrupting Harry's concerns.

"Come in. Snape said in his usual voice.

The door opened, and the class turned to look. Professor Karkaroff walked in, and everyone watched as he walked towards Snape's podium. He curled his goatee with his fingers, looking restless.

"We need to talk. As soon as Karkaroff walked up to Snape, he said abruptly. He seems determined not to let anyone hear what he says, so his lips barely move, as if he were a very lame ventriloquist expert. Harry stared at Ginger Gen in front of him, listening intently.

"I'll talk to you after class, Karkaroff. Snape whispered, but Karkaroff interrupted him.

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus. You've been avoiding me since the second competition. Karkaroff lowered his voice, "It's for your sake that I didn't give the warrior in your academy a zero score."

"I'll talk about it after class. Snape said sternly.

"Right now, it's urgent!" Karkaroff didn't give an inch, and met Snape with his cold, sharp gaze. "If I suffer, I'm not the only one in trouble!" Karkaroff's voice lowered for a moment.

Snape was silent for a moment, then glanced around the class with his deep black eyes.

"The principal of Durmstrang has very important matters to discuss with me right now. He gave such a lame excuse. "For the next two lessons, you continue to prepare the potions you just taught, and I'll check them when I get back. ”

Then the two hurried out of the classroom and began to communicate.

Their voices were so low that it would be very difficult for the students in the classroom to listen carefully and listen carefully.