"Mr. Crouch is dead." Ron's tone was inexplicably sad, "Percy has always admired him. ”

"He's always had Mr. Crouch in mind."

Hermione looked over and saw that she didn't have as good dynamic vision as Harry, so she could only check slowly: "Harry? Do you suspect Crouch isn't dead? ”

"Confirm." Harry shook his head, putting away the map of the living spots, "The Ministry of Magic isn't as secure as we thought. ”

Hermione tugged at Harry's arm, "I haven't seen it yet. ”

Harry took the map out again and gave it to Hermione.

Early the next morning.

The story of Professor Moody spread throughout the academy through the mouths of the little lions.

The curse was fulfilled again.

And it came quickly, only to have a conflict with Potter, and was hunted down by the Ministry of Magic at night.

It wasn't until the third-year student met Moody again in class that this "rumor" was shattered, and Moody also explained, that night it was just a bit of a conflict in teaching philosophy, and exchanged ideas with his former colleagues in the Ministry of Magic.

In terms of teaching methods, he also made a lot of changes, at least he didn't talk about the dark arts at length, but brought the Auror training to the classroom, which was very useful, but made the young wizards miserable.

They're not Potter!

I didn't want to fight the enemy with a long sword on my back, so why did I have to exercise?

This seems to be the end of the matter.

Only Harry is not very reassured, and occasionally takes out the map of the living spots, and does not see any suspicious names, will he be temporarily relieved.

The Daily Prophet did not report on the incident.

Mr. Crouch is dead, and he has been complicit in the rumors of the Death Eaters, and has not found any evidence to prove it.

All the way up to the weekend.

Harry got up, piggybacked on the Sorting Hat, and ran around the school twice, stopping at the Black Lagoon.

"You've always worked out like this?" The Sorting Hat looked at Harry panting slightly, a little shocked, it was the first time it had been brought out by Harry during a workout.

"Hmm." Harry faced the morning sun and opened his arms, "How's the morning view?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've seen it." The Sorting Hat sighed, its tip twisted, "Put me on quickly, let me enjoy the feeling I haven't seen in a long time." ”

Harry put it on.

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath - it didn't have that function, but it made it seem more intoxicated by the view.

"What did you want to do when you brought me out?" The Sorting Hat was dangling in its head, and when it was suddenly outside the Sorting House, it took on the duties of the hat and made it a little uncomfortable.

"There's a question I'd like to ask you." Harry opened his mouth and plucked it off and placed it on a nearby stone.

"Aha, please." The Sorting Hat was surprised, "Then you shouldn't be Professor Dumbledore"

It's talking.

Harry took a pouch out of his pocket, and with a wave of his wand, a motorcycle flew out of the pouch and landed firmly on the ground.

"You've got an item for the Stretch Without a Trace!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "Take those things, except for the Gryffindor sword, out of my body and put them in this little bag of yours." ”

It's something he only got during the summer vacation.

The Traceless Stretching Charm is very tightly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, especially for personal use, and it seems that there has been a lot of trouble because of this spell, and Sirius has wasted a lot of effort in order to get it.

Harry ignored it and sat down at the Sorting Hat, "I'm thinking about it right now, injecting thought into this thing." ”

"What is this?" The Sorting House silently probed the tip of his hat, "Small carriage? ”

It had never seen anything like it, and it had a very weird sense of handsomeness.

"Motorcycles, a means of transportation for ordinary people, are fast, faster than horses." Harry briefly, "And it's easy to modify, at least for now I'm going to add flying, diving, dust-free spells to it." ”

The Sorting Hat pointed at the tip of the hat: "A kind of alchemy vehicle, but why inject thought into it?" ”

"Heart-to-heart is a good mount." Harry replied, "It's too rigid, and don't you think a talking motorcycle is actually handsome?" ”

"You shouldn't have asked me." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "I'm just a hat, I can't do magic. ”

Harry poked it, "I was wondering if I could make a copy of your mind and inject it into the motorcycle." ”

"My mind?" The Sorting Hat was stunned.

Harry nodded, "After all, you're funny and good friends, but I'm in the fourth year this year and will be in the castle for three more years at most." ”

"Of course I don't have a problem!" The Sorting Hat twisted, thinking, "But if I get copied into this motorcycle, then am I still me?" ”

"Maybe there will be some kind of mental spell?" Harry patted it, "I'll go through the forbidden book section, or ask Mr. Gryffindor directly." ”

The Sorting Hat was stunned for a moment, and his tone became excited: "You mean, I can play with you outside and show Godric what I've seen outside?" ”

Harry looked down and pursed his lips.

"That's great!" The Sorting Hat waved the tip of its hat and spun in circles, "Godric always taunted me during the summer, you know?" He's so much freer than I am, I can only stay in the principal's office, but he's a portrait! ”

"He could travel through other portraits, and during this time he went to St. Mungo, to the Ministry of Magic, and even to Godric's Hollow, a lot of things I hadn't seen."

"If I become a motorcycle, then I am not freer than him? Haha, it's my turn to taunt Godric. ”

Harry's face was expressionless: "Mr. Gryffindor. Will you quarrel with your own hat? ”

"It's a lot of fun." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "Just like you always tease Dumbledore and your godfather, we love each other. ”

"You don't need such a meaty word." Harry put the bike away and lifted his hat.

The Sorting Hat snorted, "Why should love be hidden? ”

For Harry, the biggest problem in injecting the Sorting Hat thinking into the motorcycle was what the Sorting Hat meant, whether it wanted it or not, was what Harry valued the most.

That night, Godric appeared in the portrait of the common room, crouching in the corner with Harry, whispering about the conspiracy.

He gave Harry a lot of advice and ideas.

It's not hard to copy the mind and put it into the motorcycle, it just requires some special materials, some of which are rare, but to Harry, it's nothing, just a few more galeons.

Wait for the second week of the school year to begin.

Harry got busier.

The professors' confinement still continues, although the two spells that Dumbledore promised him have been taught, and there are not many opportunities to entangle Dumbledore, and on Monday night, Harry came to the door with a cheeky face, and Dumbledore seemed to have prepared for it, and he even prepared a lesson plan in advance.

Professor McGonagall's confinement, Harry had to be more careful than ever, not only because of the deeper Transfiguration Charm involved, but also because he had to avoid Professor McGonagall discovering the mandrake blades in his mouth.

and the indispensable confinement of Professor Sprout, who, in the first week of class, was one step ahead of Harry, announcing in front of everyone that Harry and Neville would be confined for an entire school year.

Hermione was even disappointed for a while because she couldn't be locked up.

Now the young wizards almost understood what it was like to be confined to professors for an entire school year.

Only the best young wizards, who are favored by the professor, have such treatment.

Wednesday morning's Potions class ended.

The little wizards packed their things, whispered, and prepared to leave, with a Charms lesson to come.

"Mr. Potter, you stay for a moment." Snape stood on the podium, hesitated, but spoke anyway.

The little wizards in the classroom crawled in a row, waved their wands, and rolled their things away.

They remember it vividly.

In his third year, this year, after Professor Snape left Harry behind, they had a hard fight at the end of the school year - although the professors repeatedly insisted that it was a rumor, the young wizards believed it.

This does not bode well.

"Professor?" Harry looked at him.

Snape walked over, took out his wand in his right hand, and before he could raise it, he paused on his waist: "I'm not trying to cast a spell on you, I'm going to check your body." ”

Harry nodded.

Snape waved his wand, and the magic fell on him gently, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, and the result of the magic feedback made his face soothe slightly: "You are really fatal, that kind of potion didn't cause any damage to your body." ”

Hermione chuckled inwardly and looked at Snape tightly.

"Only a madman would make that kind of potion." Snape noticed the gaze and sneered, "The effect is very powerful, but it is almost the same as poison, except for the fateful Potter, everyone else can drink it, and it may be majestic for up to ten minutes, and then die in agony." ”

Hermione looked at the Sorting Hat, stunned.

That potion is so dangerous?

"I remember I only cut off your hands, not your eyes." Harry's face was expressionless, "You should be able to see that that potion is not harmful to me, there is no need to be so alarmist and scare people who are not so proficient in potions." ”

Hermione widened, gritting her teeth.

What is called someone who is not so proficient in potions.

Is it good that your Potions class score is also "O"?

"You shouldn't have confronted the Professor, Potter." Snape dragged out his voice, "I think you don't seem to have to play around with Quidditch's boring stuff this year?" Those two days came and locked me up. ”

As he spoke, he paused.

"You have some brains, but you should have read the letter I gave you during the summer vacation?" He asked.

Harry nodded, "Thank you for your birthday present." ”

"That's not a birthday present!" Snape gritted the heavy words and emphasized, "It's just that I was disgusted by you in those days, no matter how reluctant I am, I'm also a professor at Hogwarts, and you're also a student at Hogwarts, and Hogwarts shouldn't have that kind of clumsy work." ”

"Rude, wasteful, piling up a pile of rare materials and making a pile of toxic garbage!"

"Potions are an art, maybe I should consider taking those notes back."

Harry pulled into the Sorting Hat and pulled out another vial of Thunder Elixir, darker than the original version, "Actually, I've already adjusted the recipe during the holidays. ”

Snape's face changed: "Potter, what are you thinking!" Do you really want to die? ”

The recipe had indeed been adjusted, but he could see that it was not the same as he had imagined - the shortcomings he had pointed out in the letter would be compensated for by the stronger toxicity, and of course, the effect of the potion would become stronger.

"Don't worry, Professor, it's within my reach." Harry shook the vial, "I don't need to think about this meager toxicity. ”

Snape furrowed his eyebrows and gritted his teeth, "It seems that your abominable mutated eyes have also mutated your body!" ”

He withdrew his wand and stretched out his hand: "I confiscated this bottle of potion." ”

"As your Potions professor, I should check your work properly."

Harry handed him the potion and continued to pack his things.

Wait for them to hold their things and walk to the door.

Harry suddenly turned around: "Professor Snape, I will attend those two days of confinement on time, I hope you can prepare the confinement content in advance." ”

Snape snorted coldly.

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