Snape stared at Harry. His expression was incomprehensible. Harry couldn't tell if he understood, but he didn't dare to speak more clearly in front of this woman. “

I do not know. Snape said coldly. "Potter, if you want to mess with me, I'll give you a caterpillar job. Also, carat your hand grip is a little looser. You've applied for a job at the library, and I'm afraid I'll have to give you some reference to remind you that it's going to be a lot of tedious paperwork. ”

"I have to warn you, Severus ......," Taffer didn't seem to mind, "you should know exactly what to choose, to help ......"

"Don't bother, Crasis, if you have time, I think you should come and sit with me, or I can help you prepare some potions you need. ”

Snape turned and went out, and then without looking at them, slammed the door with his back to him, leaving Harry in even greater confusion than before: Snape was his last hope. Especially when Hermione was skeptical of what he said.

He stood facing Tarver, and she seemed to feel the same way, her chest heaving with anger and frustration.

"Very good," she said, drawing her wand, "Very good, I have no choice, this is an incident that is beyond school rules, this is an incident about the safety of the ministry, yes, yes." "She seemed to be talking to herself. She stared at Harry, panting heavily, occasionally striking her wand into her empty palm.

When he saw her like this, Harry felt how powerless he could be without a wand.

"You forced me, Potter. I don't want to. Tavr said, moving uncomfortably on the ground, "but something proves right at the right time." I'm sure the ministry will understand, I don't have a choice. ”

Malfoy had a longing look on his face, and he looked at her deadly.

"The Diamond Spell should get you talking. Tavr said quietly.

"No!" Ginny screamed, "that's against the law!"

But Tavre ignored it. Harry had never seen the look on her face so disgusting, eager and excited before.

She raised her wand. "The Minister won't let you break the law, Professor Tavel!" cried Ginny.

"Connelly wouldn't know about it. Tarver said lightly, not caring about what he was about to do, she was now slightly panting and holding her wand to alternate pointing at different parts of Harry's body, obviously trying to decide where the damage would be the most, "It's like he never knew it was Umbridge who sent the Dementors in Potter last summer, but he was still glad to have the opportunity to fire him, in fact, even if he was kept in the dark, Connelly was still willing to accept ......"

"It's Umbridge!" Harry gasped, "So, you're involved, and you're following me?"

"Oh, I suppose the old woman still can't tell the Dementors...... Many people have not taken action. Tarver said silently, as her wand rested straight in the direction of Harry's forehead, "They all tell you what you've done—suspect you—but I'm the only one doing anything about it." But you managed to escape, didn't you? Harry? but not today, not now. ”

She took a deep breath and shouted, "Drill Heart—"

"No, you can't do that......" Ron cried out, as if trying to break free of the Slytherin behind him, but it was doomed to be in vain, and for a moment, the pain in his heart made Harry twist violently.

Almost without any resistance, Harry fell to the ground, his head colliding with the corner of the table, and blood was left on his forehead.

"Say, Harry, your plan, who you're meeting and where......" Tarver said slowly, as if to prolong Harry's torture by the Dashing Curse.

"I don't think you're going to like it. There was a perverted glint in Tavre's eyes, and it was clear that Tavre was very satisfied with this.

"Didn't you see that Harry couldn't even speak in pain!" Ron roared angrily, even in the vicious Death Eaters, there would be a brief pause to get people to talk back when using the Soul Piercing Charm to extract confessions, but the woman at the moment didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, just using magic on her own.

"Say, Potter, if you don't make it clear, how can I know if you've really succumbed......"

"Let go of Harry, old woman......" Ginny roared.

Tumfer's face turned to the side, and with a flick of his wand, Ginny bent down in pain as if she had been struck by something.

"Take them to the dungeon, and I'll interrogate them one by one. Tarver said with a gloomy face, letting Harry fall to the ground in agony.

"Then Professor, if anyone else ......"

"You should know what to say, Draco. Tarver said, a slender finger tapping Draco's head, causing the latter to blush in embarrassment, "Move your head, Draco, I think Lucius will think it's more in line with your identity, Draco." ”

"He's a bug!" Ron said.

"And what are you?" Tavre said, "fiery red, disgusting, it looks like the Weasleys have always been terrible in some way, at least when it comes to coloring." ”

There was a burst of harmonious smiles in the room, and it was clear that the Slytherins present were very satisfied with Tarvor's taunt.

The idea that Weasley is a disgrace to the pure-blood aristocracy has been confirmed in both this generation and the previous generation, not to mention that the Weasleys are also accompanied by a madman and a megalomaniac.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, please put these people in the dungeon for me, if possible, you can also set aside some people to help me keep an eye on them, these people are all Harry Potter's accomplices, the Ministry of Magic will not let them go easily, naturally, the Ministry of Magic will not lack your part of the reward. ”

Obviously, everyone present was very helpful to Tavor's promise, Ron was still struggling, and Neville, while Luna calmly followed the people out.

There was no difference between being in the dungeon and being in Tavor, and if she could, Luna felt more at home in the dungeon, at least no one was grabbing her wrists, which made Luna feel terrible.