Justin? The news of Finreli and Nick, who was almost headless, was petrified quickly spread throughout the school, and the teachers and students were once again in a panic, and the temporary closure of Hogwarts was also on the agenda.

But this did not affect Ning An, and his life was still in order.

The potions made during the Christmas season had been completed, and Ning An kept them in a small clear glass bottle in a small cupboard by the bedside, and always had one on his body.

Ever since the beginning of the school year, the Auror Lux of the Ministry of Magic had clamored for Ning An to use the truth elixir, Ning An had been vigilant.

The potion he made during the Christmas holidays was the antidote to the elixir, and as long as he drank a few drops before taking the elixir, he would be saved from telling the truth.

Since he didn't know when he would be interrogated, Ning An had always kept it with him since he had refined the potion.

What Ning An didn't expect was that the potion quickly came in handy.

In this year's Potions class, Slytherin House is still with Gryffindor, Neville? Longbottom accidentally boiled the rat's tail dry again.

Snape's temper had become particularly bad lately, and he was angrily sarcastic at Neville in a voice that was a few tens of degrees higher than before

"Mr. Longbottom! I guessed what you're going to be doing in this class! But I didn't expect it to be a dry rat's tail! What a show! Aha?! - I guess a Muggle would be better than you would do it! ”

Snape's words made Neville sob throughout the class, and when he passed by Ning'an, Snape stopped.

Ning Anxin tightened, this semester his relationship with Snape was no longer the same as before, the two of them fell into a pattern like a cold war, he would no longer go to Snape to point out magic and potions, and Snape did not exist in class.

"Ning An, I think you can come to my office after class to talk." The stern voice, I don't know, I still think that Ning An has made some mistakes.

"Okay, Professor."

The silver knife in his hand to cut herbs paused slightly, and soon Ning An replied with a smile

"I'd love to."

Snape's deep eyes stared at Ning An, and after a moment, he didn't say anything, turned and left.

"Hey! Potter, do you want to blow up your crucible? I told you that the capriculus was the last to be put in! "Snape looks like he's taking his anger out on Harry.

This hellish potions class was finally over, and the students rushed out of the classroom without wanting to stay any longer, Ning An reached into his arms, and a bottle of silver vials slipped from the cuffs into his hands, and some dark green liquid swayed in the bottle.

Walking slowly to the edge of the podium, Snape was still sorting through some bottles and cans.

"I'm surprised you're looking for me, Professor, after all, we haven't spoken to each other individually in a long time." Ning An looked at Snape and said calmly.

"Oh?"

Snape stopped what he was doing, looked up and shifted his gaze to Ning An, "What do you think is the reason for this?" Ning'an? ”

"Misunderstandings and prejudices, perhaps?"

"Don't play tricks, Ning An-"

Snape put the bottles and cans aside, stepped off the podium, looked at Ning'an, and said gloomily, "Come with me to Ning'an, I hope you can think like this later." ”

Ning An obediently followed Snape, and the two walked out of the Potions classroom, walking in the gloomy basement one after the other, and after a few steps, Snape's office arrived around a dark corner.

The lid of the glass bottle in Ning An's hand was gently flicked off by him with his thumb.

Snape pushed the door open and stepped inside.

After Ning An dodged in, he quickly raised his hand and poured all the few drops of green liquid in the bottle into his mouth.

It was too late, it was too late, Ning An didn't stop, and almost immediately followed Snape into the office, and the moment he walked into the room, he had already put down the glass bottle and put it back into his arms.

A refreshing cool breath rushed from her stomach to the top of her head, and Ning An felt as if she had drunk a big bowl of thick soup made of mint, and it was as if she had buried her head in mustard, and her whole person was very sober.

Snape sat behind his desk and looked at Ning An coldly, and when Ning An stood still in front of the desk, he took out a piece of parchment paper and a small bottle of clear liquid from the drawer.

"I guess I don't need to explain too much, right? Ning'an? ”

Snape said with a cold face, "I think you're hiding a lot of things, but it doesn't matter - Dumbledore has obtained permission from the Ministry of Magic, and you're not a stranger to the truth potion in front of you, right?" ”

"Why didn't Dumbledore interrogate me personally?" I walked to the table and picked up the parchment paper on the table, only to see that it was written

[Approval of Application No. 11205 for the use of Truth Elixir from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, President of the International Confederation of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and Mr. Dumbledore.]

The target of use is, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Slytherin House second-year students, Ning'an.

————Prohibition of Misuse of the Magic Division]

"Don't play dumb, Ning'an." Snape said grimly, "Dumbledore is pestered by the Board of Directors and the Ministry of Magic, and the loudest of them is Lucius?" Malfoy and Charles? Starr, I heard you and their son are on good terms, aren't they? ”

As he spoke, Snape waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and drink this bottle of truth elixir, and we will know everything." ”

As he spoke, he pressed his palm on the table, "Besides, I advise you not to have any other thoughts, don't think that after a few days of learning magic, you can be stronger than your teacher, Ning An." ”

Ning An saw Snape's hand holding the table, his wand shining with a glimmer, and he clearly aimed his wand at himself, if anything changed, the spell would undoubtedly hit Ning An.

"Don't get so excited, Professor—I think I may have broken the school rules a little, but not so badly."

Snape didn't seem to bother to listen to what Ning An had to say, but moved his jaw and motioned for Ning An to quickly drink the truth elixir.

Ning An picked up the vial containing the clarified liquid, shook it a few times, seemed to hesitate, glanced at Snape, saw the other party staring at him gloomily, gritted his teeth, lifted the cap, and drank it in one gulp.

Snape dragged a chair from behind the desk and walked over to Ning An.

"Okay, then—now, we can ask something." As he spoke, he pressed Ning An to the chair.

"But before that, a little bit, check." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and squeezed it a few times on Ning An's throat.

"There are always people who put the truth potion in their throat to avoid saying the truth that they don't want to say...... Very good, it seems that you didn't do it, Ning An. ”

Ning Anxin was also a fool, but fortunately he learned to make the antidote to the elixir from Voldemort's notes, and although Snape had told him about the elixir, he didn't tell him that there was an antidote to the elixir.

So I'm afraid Snape took it for granted that Ning An didn't know how to make an antidote.

As the liquid slowly rolled into his stomach, Ning An felt a tumult in his body, and his limbs became sore and weak, as if there was an invisible powerful force that wanted to control his body and mind.

This power traveled along the limbs, and when it finally came to the brain, the familiar mint-like cool feeling burst out, and Ning An's already groggy consciousness suddenly woke up.

"Looks like the antidote is working."

He secretly said in his heart, but he still pretended to be tired and weak, secretly using the brain occlusion, and his eyes became empty and godless.

"Can you hear me?" Snape's cold voice rang out.

“…… Audible. After a pause, Ning An said emotionlessly, as if he had entered a sluggish state that he couldn't think.

"Okay, tell me, when was the last time you saw Calydora."

Ning An twitched his eyelids a few times, and said in a dull voice without emotion: "Last summer, I received an invitation to go to Shafiq's house, and after staying there for a week, I left, and that was the last time I saw Calidora. ”

Snape frowned, and he walked around Ning An a few times, as if he was not satisfied with Ning An's answer.

"What do you know about her disappearance?" The originally relaxed voice became serious.

"I'm worried, Daphne said that even the ancestral home of the Shafiq family has disappeared with it, I don't know, I don't have a clue, I secretly cried, I just hope that Calidora will be okay." Ning An's eyelids trembled and said.

"Are you the heir of Slytherin? What do you know about the Chamber of Secrets? Snape looked a little impatient, and Ning'an's answer was obviously not quite what he expected.

"I'm not, Hermione and I have been looking up information about the Chamber of Secrets lately-" Ning An's eyelids rolled violently again, and he continued to say in an extremely flat voice:

"We found the monsters that were released from the chamber, the basilisk, an ancient and terrifying creature whose eyes can kill people, and indirectly looking at them will make people petrified."

"And what about that little organization of yours? What did you do in your school for the small organization you founded? Snape was completely agitated, he had no idea what he had imagined.

Hearing this question, Ning An's body shook violently, his hand was clenched into a fist, because he was too forced, his fingers faded from blood and became pale, and his eyelids kept turning upward, as if he was resisting something.

But he still said intermittently: "I founded a ...... An organization called Serpent Letters, which encompasses many of the people who were once in Slytherin...... Bullied students"

Snape stared at Ning An and listened carefully to what he said:

"I help them...... Get you back...... Take revenge on those who have bullied them. ”

"How do you get revenge on someone?" Snape asked eagerly

"We ...... Humiliate...... They...... Intimidate...... They, let them be humiliated, embarrassed, isolated......"

Standing up straight, Snape's face showed a deep sense of disappointment, and he asked reluctantly, "Go on, why did you set up such an organization?" ”

"For the sake of ...... Take advantage of them ......"

Ning An's body began to tremble violently, he paused for a moment, and said with difficulty:

"Scatter these sands...... Gather into the serpent's letter...... The snake letter has become the best tool in my hands...... Leaning on it, I ...... I can become, the big man in the wizarding world...... More power, more status......"

"Damn—" Snape swept across his desk, and he swept several empty bottles to the ground and shattered to pieces.

He was extremely disappointed, feeling that he was wasting his time, everything seemed to be back to square one, and Ning An's words did not help in the slightest.