"Your social is, unquestionably—absurd, Miss Granger. ”

A cold voice came from behind, "I have to ask you not to discuss such a topic in our class, so...... Deduction of 10 points. "Snape had already walked over to them.

At this time, the whole class stared at them.

Malfoy had a chance to show off the magazine in front of Harry.

"Ah, you're still reading magazines under the table?" Snape grabbed Belle Weekly, "Hmph, you'll have to deduct ten more points...... Hoof, of course ......"

Snape's dark eyes lit up when he saw Rita Skeeter's article, "Potter has to keep up with his wounded heart......"

The dungeon echoed with the laughter of the Slytherins, and Mr. Snape's thin mouth gave him a disgruntled smile. To anger Harry, he began to read aloud. "Harry. Potter's Secret Headache - Oh dear, what makes you hurt so much?—— a boy like that, maybe ......"

Harry felt his face burn hot. Snape paused every time he finished reading, and the Slytherins laughed desperately. This article was ten times worse for Snape to read.

"Harry Potter's well-wisher must have hoped that next time he will set his heart on someone more deserving. ”

"That's touching!" Professor Snape smirked dismissively, rolling up the magazine. "Well, I think I'd better separate the three of you so that you can put aside the three-and-four-corner relationship and concentrate on my lesson. Weasley, you stay there, Miss Greener, you go next to Miss Parkinson. Potter, to the table in front of me, now transpose. ”

Harry angrily threw his ingredients and bag into his big steamer and dragged it to the empty table in front of the dungeon.

Snape followed him, sitting at his table and watching Harry take the contents of the pot out.

Harry decided not to look at Snape, grinding the beetle into a paste like Snape's face. As the rest of the class quieted down, Snape said, "All this pressure has inflated your already large head. ”

Harry was silent.

He knew Snape was provoking again, and he had done it before. There is no doubt that they are finding fault.

Let him deduct 50 points before the end of the class?

It's the usual method.

"You're delusional that the whole wizard world is under your control," Snape continued. He spoke so quietly that no one could hear him (Harry continued to grind his beetle, which he couldn't break anymore).

"But I don't care how many photos you've published in magazines, to me you're just a disgusting furry kid who wants to throw the precepts aside. ”

Harry poured the beetle powder into the pot and began to chop the ginger. His hands trembled slightly out of anger, but he insisted on not lifting his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard Snape say to him.

"It's not that I don't warn you, Potter," Snape said in a gentler and more dangerous voice, "a small but worthless celebration or—if I try to catch you and try to break into my office again—"

"I never come near your office!" Harry yelled, forgetting that he was still pretending to be deaf.

"You can't hide it from me," Snape snorted, staring at Harry with dull eyes, "I know who stole it!"

Harry glared back at Snappy, his eyes determined not to blink, as if he wasn't afraid of being blamed.

In fact, he didn't steal either. Hermione had taken Snappy's enchanted skin in her second year because they were going to use it to make a medicine of trouble.

Snappy had been suspicious of Harry, but couldn't confirm it. The other one was stolen by the one named Tfrey.

"I don't even know what you're talking about. Harry said coldly.

"You weren't in bed on the day my office was burglarized! I knew it was you! Now MONOCULUS Moody may join your gang, but I won't put up with your behavior anymore! If you dare to break into my office, I'll clean you up!"

"Okay," Harry said coldly, turning to cut his ginger, "I'll remember your words well if I have to go to you." Snape's eyes reddened, and he thrust his hand into his black robe, froze for a moment.

Harry guessed that Snape was about to draw his wand and curse him—but Snape pulled out a crystal vial containing a clear potion. Harry stared at the bottle.

"Any idea what this is for?" Snape's eyes twinkled dangerously.

"I don't know. This time Harry replied completely honestly.

"It's a pill that tells the truth. With just three drops, you can take out your heartfelt words and tell them to the whole class. Snape said sinisterly, "Although the use of this drug is strictly controlled, I can still use it to see if you actually come to my office." ”

Harry was silent. He lowered his head again and cut his ginger. He didn't like the truth-telling medicine at all, and he would never let Snape feed him it. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Snape did let him eat it.

He poured shredded ginger into the cauldron.

There was a rattling of the dungeon door.

"Come in. Snape returned to his normal voice. The class looked over as the door opened.

It was Professor Karkarov who came in.

As he walked straight to Snappy's table, everyone looked at him. He ran his hand over his goatee, clearly excited.

"We're going to talk. ”

Karkaroff said abruptly as he walked over to Snape. As if determined not to let anyone know what he was saying, his mouth barely moved, and he looked like a limp ventriloquist.

Harry's eyes were still on the ginger, but his ears were straight as he listened.

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

"I'm going to talk about it now, don't dodge anymore, you've been avoiding me all the time. ”

Said after class. Snape said. Taking advantage of the opportunity to raise the measuring glass to see if enough armadillo bile had been poured in, Harry glanced sideways at them.

Karkaroff appeared worried, while Snape was angry.

Karkaroff stayed behind Snape's desk for the rest of the lesson. He seemed determined to prevent Snape from slipping away at the end of the classroom.

Harry wanted to know what they were going to talk about, so he deliberately smashed the test tube containing armadillo bile two minutes before class ended to give an excuse to leave later after class.

"What's so urgent?" he heard Snape say anxiously to Karkaroff.

"This. Karkaroff said.

Harry stared at the edge of his cauldron and could see Karkaroff stretch his left hand out of his robe, showing Snape something.

"See?" Karkaroff still tried to keep his mouth shut, "See? It wasn't so clear before, since—"

"Put it away!" Snape growled, his dark eyes scanning the classroom.

"But you must have noticed—" Karkaroff began to get anxious.

"We'll talk about that later!" Snape tapped him.

"Potter, what are you doing here?"

"Sweep away the armadillo bile, Professor. Harry said innocently, showing him the wet rag.

Karkaroff left angrily and worriedly, as if he didn't want to stay in the dungeon with Snape, who was about to get angry.

Harry stuffed all his books and spices into his bag, and ran as fast as he could to tell his friends what he had seen.