Chapter 189: Don't Learn from Them
"That Potter is really that sharp?" Karkaroff didn't pay attention to Snape's small movements, kicking the snow on the ground in frustration, "I noticed that his little girlfriend was looking at me very wrong, and I was attacked by their pet today." β
Snape scoffed, "Karkaroff, you've always been an idiot. β
"But your stupidity always breaks the lower limit of my perception again and again, and at that time, how did you think of giving Potter four points, even if Lady Maxim picks on the thorn, she knows to give nine points."
"Do you think that Krum guy is going to be Potter's opponent?"
"Why not?" Karkaroff stubbornly asked rhetorically.
Snape raised his hand and poked him in the chest, "Now know repentance, want to be like Dumbledore, play a good headmaster in the school?" β
Karkaroff's face became even more ugly: "You have to find a way out for yourself, don't you too, Severus, now become Dumbledore's lackey." β
"I'm just trading with him." Snape's tone was cold, "Tell me, what's wrong with that mark, which makes you a master of high status and a noble headmaster Durmstrang so alarmed?" β
"Don't you feel it?" Karkaroff was unusually surprised.
Snape narrowed his eyes, "It seems that not only do you have a bad brain, but your eyes have also become bad. β
He lifted his robe, revealing his empty left arm.
"I heard Potter did it?" Kakaroff was shocked, and reached out to try to touch it, and his fingers pierced through it without hindrance, it was not the Phantom Charm, it was not the Invisibility Cloak, he was really missing an arm.
Snape nodded, sneering even more, "It seems that you are not ignorant of anything other than yourself. β
"I have a grudge against Potter, I don't like him, he doesn't like me."
"It wasn't until last year that I finally wanted to kill him, but Potter did, with Dumbledore's teachings, have some skills."
Karkaroff swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling: "You didn't use all your strength? β
"I'm going to kill him." Snape shook his head, "Karkaroff, it seems that you are becoming more and more useless, what I just said." β
Karkarov fried: "But since you don't have mercy on your subordinates, how can it be, you are so strong." β
Among the Death Eaters, Snape was the strongest fourteen years ago, and after such a long time, how far this genius could grow was a degree that he did not dare to think about, and could hardly imagine.
"Now is not the time to talk about Potter." Snape frowned, his tone becoming more and more impatient, "What kind of skills he has, it's not something you can figure out after I tell him. β
"Now, immediately."
"Tell me what that mark is all about, and what you're working on."
Snape paused, "I'm far more capable than you idiots combined, and I know Potter best, and I have the strongest desire to kill him." β
Under the cloak of invisibility.
Hermione gritted her teeth and squeezed Harry's arm.
How can it!
She had always thought Snape was a good man, but now how could he do such a thing
Do you think that if you are not in front of Harry and Dumbledore, you don't have to restrain your face?
Harry took her hand and comforted her.
Karkaroff frowned, and his tone was heavy: "It's been getting more and more active lately, from before the Quidditch World Cup, about a month or two ago, it suddenly sent a message for us to gather. β
"Not from the master, but others who have been empowered by the master."
Snape's face became serious: "What are they planning for the Quidditch World Cup?" β
Karkaroff shook his head: "I don't know, I wasn't in Great Britain at the time, and I didn't dare to go." β
As he spoke, he shuddered: "And recently, it has become more and more active, and it is gradually coming to life, you should understand what it means, he. Master, may be coming back. β
"You don't know about the Goblet of Fire?" Snape approached him, wand resting on his waist.
"Severus, what do you mean by that?" Karkaroff was even more apprehensive, "I don't know what they want to do with the Goblet of Fire, it's just, it's just."
"Just what?" Snape asked.
Karkaroff shrunk his head: "The night I first arrived at Hogwarts, when I got back to the ship, there was a letter at the head of my bed, and I didn't recognize whose handwriting it was. β
"But the letter had that mark on it, and the person who wrote it told me to throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire."
Under the cloak of invisibility.
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly.
Well, the second person to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire appears, the Death Eater Karkaroff.
Sure enough, this group of guys has a conspiracy against themselves.
"You did?" Snape then asked.
Karkarov's voice was raised, a little sharp: "How could I not do it, he knows my secrets, he is very likely to be the same person as us, and even he is very likely to be a servant who has been given power by his master." β
"Severus."
Snape's tone was calm and firm: "If you're afraid, run away, I don't have to tell my master about it." β
Karkaroff frowned, pacing in front of Snape.
"But if you still want to live." Snape spoke suddenly, in a cold, calm tone, "I can mercifully give you a piece of advice. β
Karkaroff stopped and looked at him wistfully: "Severus, my best friend, I knew you would help me." β
"Now is the time when the master is weak." Snape said, "Although he will soon make a comeback and re-show his greatness to the world, Igor, the present is the present, and the future is the future." β
"You want me to take the initiative to find the master?" Karkaroff's face turned ugly.
"If your master loves you, you will have no worries about your life." Snape waved his hand, "Just like Bella, not many people like her, but she's one of the most favored, isn't she?" β
Karkarov's eyebrows were twisted.
"And because of Potter, I lost the chance to contact my master." Snape grimaced, "His arm was severed by him with that poisonous sword, and I need the master's gift to attach my arm." β
Under the invisibility cloak, Hermione was stunned.
Wait a minute?
What did Snape say?
The snake bone sword severed his arm?
But as I remember clearly, Harry was obviously using the Gryffindor sword
She turned her head and breathed in every inch, even in the dim light, she could see all the expressions on Harry's face, and she could catch a hint of joy and excitement on what seemed unchanged to outsiders, like a hunter seeing his prey fall into his trap.
She seemed to understand something.
"I see." Karkaroff took a deep breath and nodded, "Severus, you let me think about it. β
Snape sneered, didn't speak, and watched him leave in panic.
Under the reflection of the fairy rose, Karkarov's shadow was stretched narrow, and his body became illusory, vague, and ghostly.
Make sure he really walked away.
Snape turned around and looked at Hermione through the Cloak of Invisibility, "Miss Granger?" And maybe Mr. Potter? β
"Are you all dating with this thing?"
Harry ripped off his invisibility cloak and looked expressionless: "I'm sorry, we just happened to bump into you dating Karkaroff, and we were a little curious, so we came over to eavesdrop." β
Hermione blushed.
"Are you satisfied with the content?" Snape asked coldly.
Harry shook his head, "I thought I could hear from that man, who among the Death Eaters are they who have been empowered by Senior Tom?" β
Snape recalled his memory: "There are only three I know. β
"Belacritus Lestrange, that madwoman who is loyal to the Dark Lord, unbelievably faithful, is now in Azkaban, and there are no rumors of her escape."
"Coban Yaxley, a very taciturn man, he is very strong, even stronger than me, and he became a lackey of the Dark Lord very early, and he, like Lucius, escaped the judgment of the Ministry of Magic."
"I doubt it's him, he has brains and abilities."
Harry nodded, then continued, "What about the other one?" β
"The man is dead." Snape continued, "Barty Crouch Jr., he's very talentedβof course, among the Death Eaters, there are many talented young men, and he's the most special of all, and the Dark Lord is allowed to call him 'Father'. β
It's him again.
Barty Crouch, Jr.
Hermione frowned.
"Are you suspicious of Barty Crouch Jr.?" Snape's eyes widened, his tone surprised.
Harry nodded, "That Death Eater leader at the Quidditch World Cup can summon the croutge elves, you should know." β
"Does that Cobain Yaxley have anything to do with the Crouch family?"
Snape also frowned, his face complicated: "They have always been very unfriendly, Crouch is a jealous and hateful person, his mind is empty, there is only the so-called "justice", he can't be friendly with Coban." β
"Professor, I'm going to trouble you." Harry spoke softly.
Snape looked at him, his gaze fell on the emerald-eyed stag brooch on his chest, and sneered, "Who picked this ridiculous ornament for you, Blake?" β
Harry looked down, "Don't you like it, Professor, I thought you'd like the emeralds." β
"The gems are good." Snape's face remained unchanged, "But a stupid creature like a stag isn't for you at all, isn't a hind good?" β
"Thank you, but I like it." Harry nodded.
Snape scoffed, "Go on the date, don't dangle in front of my eyes, it's going to make me unbearable-"
"Because of the confrontation with the professor, Potter, Gryffindor deducted ten points."
Both Harry and Hermione nodded perfunctorily.
Snape walked towards the castle, and as Harry and Hermione held hands again and were about to walk towards the Black Lagoon, he suddenly turned back and stared at Harry, "Potter, don't learn from those two idiots of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. β
Harry nodded earnestly, "Of course, Professor." β
Snape quickened his pace and left.
Hermione pounded Harry on the shoulder, unbound by the armor, and she couldn't put it down.
Tonight seems a little uneasy.
They walked cautiously, for fear of stepping on others, until they reached the black lake, and walked out of this garden, the cold wind blew in the accumulated snow, and Hermione couldn't help but shiver, and there was no one else's breath in all directions.
Harry waved his wand and added a spell to her.
"At first, I thought Professor Snape was really trying to hurt you." Hermione let out a puff of thick, milky water, "But it looks like he's trying to get more information." β
Harry nodded.
"Karkaroff is unexpectedly timid, will he agree to Professor Snape's proposal?" Hermione was a little worried.
"Trust Professor Snape." Harry led her to the lake.
What else was Hermione trying to say.
Harry pushed her into his arms with a slight force, "Do you really want to talk about these things tonight?" β
Hermione was stunned, her face became even redder, and the strength in her body disappeared with these words, and she snuggled up to Harry, slowly closing her eyes.
The two heads gradually fit together.
The moonlight fell on the ripples of the Black Lake, and the shadows of Harry and Hermione fell in the sparkling mistletoe waves.
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