PS: After sending this chapter, there is one more chapter!

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Under a burst of green firelight, Fudge's pale face appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore immediately noticed the fire in the fireplace at his desk, but he didn't say anything.

Fudge walked briskly through, and the gadgets placed in the office came straight to Dumbledore, and the dark owl eyes stared at him directly, and said bluntly: "Hmph! You don't have anything to say this time, Dumbledore. ”

"I don't understand what you mean, Connery."

Mr. Headmaster stopped the quill in his hand and looked up at him calmly.

He was surprised that Fudge would suddenly appear here, in the midst of a time of turmoil, shouldn't his job be to find the murderer as quickly as possible?

How did you get here?

"Take the liberty of excuse me, Headmaster Dumbledore." At this time, Lucius on Fudge's side stepped forward with a smile and said slightly apologetically.

Although, no one felt this apology.

However, Lucius naturally thought that this had already given Dumbledore respect.

For this thousand-year-old pure-blood family heir, the Minister of Magic is nothing more than flowing water, and it doesn't matter if you change one today and another tomorrow.

And Dumbledore was obviously much more important than a Minister of Magic.

Although as Fudge's biggest patron, he has lived a very prosperous life under the decree of this minister, this does not mean that they are in the same boat.

Well...

It should be said that he didn't mind and kicked Fudge into the water first.

"We have credible information that one of your students leaked the wizarding world to Muggles."

"Of course, we have proof."

As he spoke, he pulled out a roll of parchment from his robe.

After opening it slowly, he read: "The round-trip records of the Owl Post Office show that every week there is a Daily Prophet sent to 10 Downing Street, as well as some magic gadgets, a list of transactions from the Deves and Bans stores, owl shipments..."

"I can provide a twelve-inch list if you want."

On his deathbed, Lucius added: "This is more serious than the Cass leak." ”

The Cass leak incident refers to the eighteenth-century American witch Cass Twelve fell in love with a Muggle, resulting in the leak of magic hair information, which had a very far-reaching impact and affected a large number of people.

Emily Rappaport, then president of the Wizarding Congress, had to tell the International Confederation of Wizards during a public investigation that she was unsure if she had written off her memories of anyone who had known about Dorcus's leak.

Later, the Magical Congress of the United States enacted the Rappaport Law, completely separating the No-Maj and wizarding societies.

Lucius can use this incident as an analogy, and I think he really thinks that this leak is very serious.

"Do you hear that? Dumbledore, the wizarding traitor you taught! Fudge pointed at Dumbledore and roared feverishly.

He had finally, finally caught Dumbledore's handle.

"I think you may not have figured out some of the necessary information." Dumbledore, said lightly.

Far from showing the sense of urgency that Fudge and Lucius imagined, he took it in stride from start to finish.

It's just that in a moment that ordinary people can't notice, Dumbledore flashed a trace of disappointment in his eyes when he looked at Fudge.

"Enough, I've had enough of your rhetoric, Dumbledore." Fudge looked coldly at the former headmaster, and said through gritted teeth: "Now, tell us, where is that Anthony!" ”

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In Potions class, Anthony looked nervously into Snape's eyes, and then whispered, "Uh... That one... Well... Hello, Professor Snape! ”

"Let me ask you, what is the recipe for the water of life and death?" Snape asked suddenly.

"Uh..."

Anthony was stunned when he heard the question. Then he hurriedly replied: "Narcissus root powder is added to wormwood infusion." Professor! ”

"What is the difference between scapholoid aconitum and wolf venom aconitum?"

"Aconitum scaphoida and Aconitum lupus venom are the same plant, also collectively referred to as Aconitum aconitum." Anthony kept his head down, trying not to look at Snape's indifferent eyes.

"What does the gill sac grass do?"

"Ahh

Gill sac grass?

Teach you that this question is too much. Anthony complained in his heart.

And it's not a potions problem, right? It's a matter of herbal medicine.

Professor Pomona Sprout should have asked!

And...

This is only learned in the fourth-grade herb class, right?

Unfortunately, he is not your average little wizard.

Who made him read the original?

"If you eat gill sac grass, you will have gills on both sides of your face, and you can breathe in the water for about an hour. Professor. ”

"Oh! That's pretty good. You even know that? No wonder I don't have to listen to my classes. Snape said coldly.

Then, in his trademark caustic voice, he said, "Gryffindor deducts ten points, just because you don't have a teacher." ”

Forehead...

Anthony opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. I just tried my best to stuff the villain book in the cuff and look at the sleeve.

But he was complaining frantically in his heart: If you want to talk about Gryfin in the future, just say it directly, why do you ask so many questions?

Facing the silent Anthony, Snape snorted softly and turned to leave.

At that moment, Anthony was successfully promoted to Mr. Jack-of-all-trades.

"Anthony, what are you doing?" Looking at Snape's distant figure, Harry immediately stretched out his head and asked in a low voice, "You are weird today, did something happen?" ”

"No, it's just a little distracted." Anthony said calmly.

"Distracted?"

"Oh! I beg you not to get distracted, Slytherin has surpassed Gryffindor in house scores, and we're already at the bottom of the list. Hearing this, Hermione immediately interjected in a whisper, and after half a semester of thinking about it, she also understood that not every professor is as fair as Professor McGonagall.

She only wished for this Potions lesson to end sooner rather than later. Don't give Snape any more excuses to deduct points.

As she spoke, the indifferent voice suddenly came from behind the crowd again: "Gryffindor deducts two points, it's because of your stupidity, Mr. Lombard, maybe you should consider giving up this course, after all, your empty brain can't even tell the difference between a bezoar and a goat!" ”

"Oh! My God! ”

Hermione cried out in a miserable whisper.

Her eyes lit up with the image of the end of the term, Gryffindor at the bottom.

"Alright, Hermione, it's not like you don't know, he's just deliberately making trouble for us." Ron said indignantly.

Without paying the slightest attention to their conversations, which has attracted the attention of the characters in the conversation.

"Don't say it, trouble is coming." Anthony quickly interrupted their conversation in a whisper, and then stared intently at the fiery cauldron in front of him.

He didn't want to give Snape an excuse to deduct points.

Professor McGonagall's silent expression had become a shadow of Gryffindor.

Eventually, Anthony's worries came to trouble, but not from Snape.

It's outside the Potions classroom.