The dimly lit common room was gone, and the smoldering pine wood in the fireplace was giving the room its last shred of warmth, but it was only here that Harry and Hermione's tense spirits were truly relaxed. Speaking of which, there are a lot of things that happened today, but maybe they are too tired to have any desire to discuss them.

After exchanging goodnights, Hermione hurried up the spiral stairs of the girls' dormitory, and Harry walked slowly to his dormitory.

Harry quietly opened the door, and a candle slipped through the crack in it, reflecting a vague wedge-shaped light on the ground. Harry stared at the light on the floor, never thinking it was so painful to return to his dorm. But he couldn't stand here all night, no matter what, and after taking a deep breath, Harry lifted his foot and squeezed through the crack in the door with a gentle step.

Ron had gone to bed - much to Harry's relief. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to face Ron now, as far as he knew, there was no precedent for members in this dormitory to throw fists at each other, but he didn't expect that he and Ron would be the first to do so.

The one who was awake was Seamus, who was leaning back on the soft pillow and reading a book—certainly not a serious book, and Harry couldn't imagine a textbook that would make Seamus giggle. Seamus's face was a little unnatural when he saw Harry, but he still greeted him with a frown, and then put the book on the bedside table and shrunk into the futon.

Harry's face was pale, and he stood there alone.

To be honest, he wanted to whisper a word of thanks to Seamus, if it wasn't for Seamus and Dean calling Hagrid today, I don't know what would have turned out in the end!

Ron was facing away from him against the wall, wondering if he was asleep.

Harry couldn't remember where the fists he had dropped had hit Ron, but he regretted it a little anyway, and he hoped that at least he didn't hurt Ron's face so that everyone wouldn't be too embarrassed.

What would Ron say if he knew what had just happened?

The thought popped into Harry's mind, and after extinguishing the last light in the dormitory, he went to bed without washing.

A flood of exhaustion came over Harry, and for Harry, the terrible day was finally over.

Nothing happened for the next few days, Harry didn't expect the scene of arguing with Ron as soon as they met, neither of them spoke to anyone, they were far away in class, and in the dormitory, they pretended not to see each other.

Everyone else in the dormitory was affected by the atmosphere, and the laughter and laughter almost disappeared.

There was one more thing that made Harry unhappy.

He had expected that after Hermione told Professor Moody about the conversation between Snape and Karkaroff, Snape would be questioned by Professor Dumbledore or Professor Blaine, accusing him of not keeping in touch with his rivals in private, or locking Snape in the basement in order to prevent Snape from really getting inside information about some game items and leaking them to Karkaroff.

Best of all, Professors Dumbledore and Bryan recognized Snape and Karkaroff as Death Eaters and directly notified the Dementors to come and pick them up, so that they could both enjoy Azkaban.

But unfortunately, Snape still showed up in the auditorium on time every day to eat, and Professor Bryan and Professor Dumbledore still talked and laughed with him.

In Potions class, Harry sat staring at Snape writing on the blackboard, fantasizing about all sorts of bad luck befalling Snape. After not being able to talk to Ron, it seemed to have become his spiritual sustenance, and he sincerely hoped that now Professor Moody would be able to slam the door in, shouting 'The Ministry of Magic has approved your arrest, Severus Snape, you better be caught and go to Azkaban for the rest of your life!' That's the best thing to do.

"What are you laughing at, Harry?"

Hermione kicked Harry's ankle with her foot, still scribbling her notes, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Harry's unusual expression, which worried her, and Harry probably couldn't laugh right now.

"You've ruined my good mood, Hermione--"

Harry said plaintively, and he sighed,

"Why, you say, is Snape still here-"

"I've explained this many times, Harry—" Hermione whispered, not squinting, "Snape probably took orders from Professor Dumbledore or Bryan to investigate Karkaroff, and if that's the case, then they can't blame Snape." ”

"But at least they'll have to watch out for him--"

Harry stared at Hermione's side face and said angrily,

"Aren't they worried that Snape will become Durmstran's spy?"

Hermione's face immediately tensed, which confused Harry, he didn't know what his problem was to be afraid of, but the next second, Harry knew what Hermione was nervous about.

"Potter--"

Snape's voice suddenly sounded, and Harry quickly turned his head to find that Snape had turned around for some time, and he was now looking at him coldly, his heart pounding, and he already had a premonition that Gryffindor's scoring hourglass would be missing a few gems.

But Harry still underestimated Snape's meanness, and under the enthusiastic gaze of the Slytherin group, Snape slowly walked to his desk. Snape glanced at the bubbling potion in Harry's cauldron and smiled sarcastically,

"Tell me, Potter, what's in your pot?"

"The antidote--" Harry glared at Snape without showing weakness, and he said stiffly, "I did it step by step." ”

In this lesson, Snape taught them to boil poison and antidote, in teams of two, Hermione boiled the poison, and Harry was in charge of the corresponding antidote.

"Really?"

The sneering smile on Snape's lips was even worse, and instead of deducting points for Harry's disrespectful attitude, he looked at the nervous Hermione and said in a nonchalant voice,

"Then let everyone see. Granger, I want you to drink the poison you brewed now, and let's see if Mr. Harry Potter's antidote can save you."

Hahaha!

The Slytherin students burst into laughter, and Pansy Parkinson even stood on her stool excitedly, ready to witness the amusement of the scene, while Ron, who was sitting across the row from Harry, stared nervously at Harry and Hermione.

Hermione's face was pale, her body trembling slightly with fear, perhaps for the first time, she had resisted a direct order from a professor, and she had not reached for her poison.

"You can't do that!" Harry exclaimed.

"Gryffindor deduct ten, Potter--" Snape said coldly, "because you disrupted the classroom and didn't follow the normal course of instruction, and now, Granger, you can drink your poison—"

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the basement classroom, interrupting Harry's attempt to pour Hermione's poison into Snape's mouth first.

It was Colin Creevey, who brought the news that finally saved Hermione from being poisoned.

Looking at Hermione and Colin as they walked out of the classroom, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately before he came, Snape's gloomy voice sounded again,

"It's unfortunate, Potter, that you're going to have to taste your masterpiece for yourselves."

"You've decided to do this, haven't you, Amosta?"

Office of Student Safety.

Dumbledore and Amosta stood by the window, looking out at the field below, the young first-year wizards who were learning some flying skills with Madame Hooch.

The open windows brought in the icy wind, and it seemed that the footsteps of the first snow of the year were approaching.

"Or else?"

Amosta asked rhetorically, but his tone was calm, "If I don't get involved in the game myself, I can't make sure that everyone is safe, can I, I have to bring these kids back." ”

"I was going to arrange Severus."

Dumbledore said, however, noticing Amosta's cold gaze, and interrupted his words at the right time. He was silent for a moment before he said slowly,

"Did you know that that means you're going to face Tom in person, and at that point, he's definitely not going to be what he was at the Quidditch World Cup."

"Hehe--"

Amosta smiled, and he stretched, ready to end the conversation,

"You should have more confidence in me than anyone else, don't you, Headmaster Dumbledore, the testing ceremony is about to begin-

(End of chapter)