Hogwarts Homecoming

There was no one in the dim common room, and the smoldering pine wood in the fireplace was contributing the last bit of warmth to the room. But after returning here, Harry and Hermione's tense spirits could really relax. Speaking of which, a lot happened today, but maybe they were too mentally exhausted and neither of them had the desire to discuss it.

After saying good night to each other, Hermione hurriedly stepped onto the spiral staircase of the girls' dormitory, while Harry also walked slowly towards his own dormitory.

Harry opened the door quietly, and a wisp of candlelight immediately slipped out from the crack of the door, reflecting a blurry wedge-shaped shadow on the ground. Harry stared at the light and shadow on the ground. He had never felt that returning to his dormitory was such an ordeal. But no matter what, he couldn't stand here all night. After taking a deep breath, Harry raised his feet and squeezed out from the crack of the door with gentle steps.

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 shake fists at each other. Unexpectedly, he and Ron were the first to do so.

The one who was awake was Seamus, who was reading a book on a soft pillow - certainly not a serious book, and Harry couldn't imagine any textbook that could make Seamus chuckle. After seeing Harry, Seamus looked a little uncomfortable, but he still greeted him with his brows, then put the book on the bedside table and huddled under the quilt.

Harry stood there alone with a dull expression on his face.

To be honest, he wanted to say thank you to Seamus quietly. If Seamus and Dean hadn't called Hagrid today, there's no telling what things would have turned out like in the end!

Ron was facing the wall with his back to him, wondering if he was asleep.

When the conflict broke out today, Harry couldn't remember where the fists he landed hit Ron, but anyway, he felt a little regretful. He hoped that at least Ron's face was not hurt, so , no one will be too embarrassed.

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

This idea suddenly came to Harry's mind, and he turned out the last light in the dormitory with a sad mood, and went to bed without washing up.

A flood of exhaustion came over him instantly, and for Harry, this bad day was finally over.

Nothing happened in the next few days. Harry's expectation of quarreling with Ron as soon as they met did not happen. The two of them did not talk to each other. In class, they stayed far away from each other in the dormitory. Here, they pretended not to see each other when they met.

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

There was another thing that made Harry unhappy.

He had thought 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 keeping private relationships with his competitors. Contact, or, in order to prevent Snape from really getting some inside information about the competition and leaking it to Karkaroff, just lock Snape in the basement.

The best thing is that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain recognized the true identity of Snape and Karkaroff as Death Eaters, and directly notified the dementors to come and pick them up, so that they could enjoy Azkaban. taste.

But it is a pity that Snape still showed up on time every day to eat in the auditorium shamelessly, and Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore still chatted and laughed with him.

In Potions class, Harry sat staring at Snape who was writing on the blackboard, imagining all kinds of bad luck that would happen to Snape. After being unable to talk to Ron, this seemed to be his spiritual sustenance. He sincerely hoped that now Professor Moody would slam the door and shout, 'The Ministry of Magic has authorized your arrest, Severus. Snape, you'd better surrender and go to Azkaban for the rest of your life! ’, that’s the best thing.

"What are you laughing at, Harry?"

Hermione kicked Harry's ankle with her foot. She was still taking notes, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Harry's abnormal expression, which made her feel worried. From her point of view, Harry was now You shouldn't be able to laugh.

"You ruined my mood, Hermione -"

Harry said plaintively. He sighed.

"Tell me, why is Snape still here—"

"I've explained it many times, Harry -" Hermione said in a low voice without looking away, "Snape probably went to investigate Karkaroff under the orders of Professor Dumbledore or Professor Blaine. , and if that's the case, then they can't blame Snape."

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

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

"Aren't they worried at all that Snape will become Durmstrang's spy?"

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

"Potter--"

Snape's voice suddenly sounded. Harry quickly turned his head and found that Snape had turned around at some point. He was now looking at him coldly. His heart skipped a beat, and he had already foreseen what was coming. Gryffindor's hourglass will probably be missing a few more gems.

But Harry still underestimated the level of Snape's despicableness. 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 stared into Snape's eyes without showing any signs of weakness and said stiffly, "I followed the steps."

In this lesson, Snape taught them how to brew poison and antidote. They worked in pairs, Hermione brewed the poison, and Harry was responsible for the corresponding antidote.

"Yeah?"

The sarcastic smile on Snape's lips became even wider. He did not deduct points for Harry's disrespectful attitude. Instead, he looked at the nervous Hermione and said in a casual voice,

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

Hahaha!

The Slytherin students immediately burst into laughter. Pansy Parkinson even stood on the stool excitedly, ready to witness the interesting scene. On the other hand, Ron, who was sitting a row away from Harry, His expression changed drastically, and he stared at Harry and Hermione nervously.

Hermione's face was pale and her body was shaking slightly with fear. Perhaps for the first time, she resisted a direct order from a professor and did not reach for her own poison.

"You can't do this!" Harry said angrily.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter -" Snape said coldly, "because you disrupted the order of the class and did not follow the normal teaching procedures. Now, Granger, you can drink your poison." It’s—”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the underground classroom, interrupting Harry's plan to pour Hermione's poison into Snape's mouth first.

It was Colin Creevey, and the news he brought finally saved Hermione from the fate of being poisoned.

Looking at Hermione and Colin walking out of the classroom, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could feel lucky, Snape's sinister voice sounded again,

"Unfortunately, Potter, now it's up to you to taste your masterpiece."

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

Office of Student Safety.

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

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

"if not?"

Amosta asked back, but his tone was very calm, "If I don't personally intervene in the game, I can't ensure everyone's safety, right? I have to bring these children back."

"I originally planned to arrange Severus."

Dumbledore said, but he noticed Amosta's cold eyes, so he interrupted his original words at the right time. He was silent for a while and then said slowly,

"Then do you know that this means you have to face Tom in person, and by that time, he will definitely not be the same as he was at the Quidditch World Cup."

"hehe--"

Amosta smiled and stretched, ready to end the conversation.

"You should have more confidence in me than anyone else, right? Principal Dumbledore, let's go. The testing ceremony below is about to begin——