Basil punches Hedwig again.

This time, a few feathers flew off, and Hagrid was pecked twice.

John was called over to take Basil away, and he glanced at Hedwig.

Poor Snowy Owl, hiding behind Hagrid now, did not dare to make his head.

Basil was shouting there, but John was carrying him back by his feet.

He felt that he should give Basil some tasks, otherwise he would be too energetic.

John wrote some letters to get Basil out.

Now the owl hut is finally free of feathers flying everywhere.

"Thank you." John took a sip of water and thanked Goyle, who had smiled very ugly.

Goyle, who took turns with Crabbe to be John's little brother serving tea and water, almost tripped as he left.

Malfoy leaned over and said, "Umbridge is doing something again." ”

"Oh?"

John glanced at Malfoy, crushing Harry in Potions class, putting Malfoy in a good mood.

Sneaking a peek at Umbridge's log book, Malfoy swore that "one of our professors is leaving Hogwarts." ”

"She's finally going to do it?"

John was not surprised, after all, Umbridge's personality who wants to control everything was connotated last time, how could he not retaliate.

"Who exactly?"

"I don't see it." Malfoy said, a little embarrassed, "I just took a look, and Umbridge came back." ”

Well, you can't count on Malfoy too much.

Although I didn't see it, the difference was not much.

Because according to the current lowest score, it is either Hagrid or Trelawney.

These two men were deducted the most points, and in that connotation competition, Trelawney rarely said good things for Harry, wishing him a long and long life.

Umbridge's face was almost blackened.

So John was still inclined to get Trelawney expelled.

I just don't know when to do it.

If nothing is wrong, John probably won't be long.

...

Saturday.

Slytherin has a Quidditch match.

John went to watch.

It has to be said that at Hogwarts, there is basically no one other than Harry who can catch up with Malfoy's fire bolts.

With this foundation, it will be too easy to defeat anyone.

Trident tactics were tried and tested, and Slytherin's cheers echoed across the pitch.

The others, on the other hand, were just a face crying, as if for them, the Slytherin victory was not good.

Slytherin got used to it anyway.

They won, and they scored big.

Singing a song of glory, John saw Malfoy get carried away.

He whispered helplessly, "You knocked Cho Chang into the air, and Cedric pulled out his wand at that time." ”

Malfoy's smugness was sluggish, and Slytherin played against Ravenclaw, and he showed no mercy.

Facing Qiu Zhang, he didn't want to be embarrassed at all, and directly accelerated and collided, almost knocking Qiu Zhang away.

What a blow to my teammate's girlfriend.

Qiu Zhang cried after he landed, and now he is probably snuggled in the arms of the student president and crying.

Sure enough, Cedric came to Malfoy with his wand.

Malfoy ran away decisively, and Cedric was so angry that he chased after him.

The two men chased from the Quidditch pitch to Hogwarts Castle.

As a perennial exerciser, Malfoy is clearly physically better.

He managed to escape.

It's just that it didn't take long for Malfoy to be ambushed by Daphne, and the whole person hung upside down.

Malfoy was so angry that he almost forgot that Daphne hated him too.

It was John who came and put the man down, or Malfoy could hang up until the evening.

...

Harry watched Malfoy's fight, even though he was hoping that Cho Chang would win in a competitive manner.

But Malfoy has to crush Qiu Zhang in terms of equipment and technology.

To Harry's frustration even more than that, he had earned two 'd's in Potions class.

He could always remember that dream, and he didn't dare tell Hermione and Ron.

Because he didn't want to be reprimanded again.

The only person who can understand him is probably Sirius.

It's a pity that Sirius can't talk to himself either.

Now Harry is Umbridge's main concern, and even the Gryffindor fireplace is monitored by Umbridge.

Hedwig was wounded by Basil and was unable to send the letter.

It's time for Occlumency to teach.

He knelt in Snape's office.

Despite his efforts to empty his brain, he was forced to relive his childhood memories.

That's not a good thing, he spent most of his childhood under Dudley's bullying.

But even so, in the face of a master of the Regent's Mind, his secret was discovered.

"What's the last memory?" Snape asked.

"I don't know," Harry asked, groggy and tired, standing up tiredly, "the one my cousin wanted me to stand in the toilet?" ”

"No," Snape's bad taste hadn't reached that level, "it was a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room. ”

A hint of panic flashed in Harry's eyes, and he pretended to be calm and said, "That'...... It's nothing. ”

Snape's eyes were rulers, and he met Harry's eyes aggressively.

Eye contact was crucial to the receptivity, and Harry pretended to blink away from it.

Harry still looked down on the Master of Dementoring, and Snape said in a weird way, "How did that person and that house get into your mind, Potter?" ”

"It was just a dream I had."

Harry continued to avoid his gaze, causing Snape to scoff.

After a moment of silence, Snape whispered menacingly, "You should remember what you're here for, Potter. ”

"Do you know why I gave up my evenings to do this nasty job?"

"Yes." Harry's attitude became stiff.

That's the attitude.

Snape took a deep breath, like that nasty James Potter.

Arrogant.

He and Sirius were right, and the reprimands sounded like ear to Harry.

"You're stupid, I thought you should have made some progress in two months, how many other dreams have you had about the Dark Lord?"

He wanted Harry to be honest with him, so that even if he was an idiot, he would at least be an honest idiot.

"That's it."

Harry lied, he couldn't even be an honest fool now.

"Perhaps, you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter, and you think they make you special and important?" Snape said with a sarcastic curvature at the corners of his mouth.

"No," said Harry again, gritting his teeth and angrily, "I never thought of it that way!" ”

"You're not as good as John Wick," Snape said coldly, "not special, not important, and not smarter." ”

Harry clenched his wand.

"Do your own thing, Potter," Snape said, "and you don't have to figure out what the Dark Lord said to his Death Eaters. ”

"yes, that's your job, isn't it!" Harry covered his head in anger and yelled at Snape.

"Yes, that's my job," Snape was pleased to see Harry's face, "Now, are you ready?" Let's ...... again Regent! ”

Harry's mind was instantly tugged at by his memory, and he saw a hundred Dementors descend from the sky.

In the midst of such a crisis, he saw Snape staring at his face.

Snape became clear, and the Dementors faded.

Harry raised his wand.

"Armor protection!"

Harry saw Snape's wand fly and staggered to the table.

Harry's mind conjured up a memory that didn't belong to him.

Young Snape sat alone in his bedroom......

"Enough!"

Harry was thumped to the chest, sending him staggering backwards and crashing into the shelf.

Snape's face turned pale, and he said coldly, "You are more bold and ignorant than I thought, Potter. ”

A recovery charm is used to restore what has fallen from the shelf.

"That's an improvement, I don't remember telling you to use the Iron Armor Charm, but it's definitely working."

"If you can defend yourself with the Iron Charm every second," Snape said coldly, "if you can't do it, do it again, don't use the Iron Charm." ”

Harry felt that Snape was going to take revenge on him, but he had no right to refuse.

He was dragged back in.

The difference was that this time he went back to the hallway, and he saw the door open.

Even he himself was stunned, he had never opened this door.

Snape saw it too, and asked Harry to explain.

But Harry couldn't explain it, he didn't know it himself.

Snape was aggressive, and Harry's anger was rising.

"Can you explain why you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I've only heard Death Eaters call him that. ”

When Snape heard the name and was about to reprimand, there was movement outside.

...

Foyer.

Umbridge made a move.

Two large boxes were savagely thrown down the stairs and rolled into the foyer.

Trelawney stood in the middle of the foyer, wand and bottle in hand.

When John saw this, a smile appeared on his lips.

He pulls out a letter from his handbag, and Basil flies down to take it with him.

As John expected, as one of Hogwarts' water-filled duos.

Trelawney was the target of the knife because of the last blessing she gave Harry.

Trelawney screamed, "No! This can't happen, I refuse to accept it! ”

She screamed at Umbridge, and her eyes began to search through the crowd at Hogwarts.

She wanted to find a helper who could help her.

The smell of alcohol on his body was still so severe that the students who approached couldn't help but cover their noses.

Truth be told, Trelawney's character of predicting the deaths of several people every time school starts, is really hard to find a helper at Hogwarts.

"You—You can't!" Trelawney howled unacceptably, tears welling up from behind the large lenses, "You can't fire me!" I've been here for sixteen years! Hogwarts is my home, my home! ”

"It used to be."

Umbridge, the player who managed to squeeze Malfoy Hogwarts down the list of the most hated, wasn't going to be relented by Trelawney's crying.

...

Some people died, but not completely......