HP Magic Biography

"Your social life is without a doubt - absurd, Miss Granger."

A cold voice came from behind, "I have to ask you not to discuss such topics in our class, so... the deduction is deducted." Snape had walked over to them.

At this time, the whole class was staring at them.

Malfoy had a chance to show off in front of Harry with the magazine.

"Ah, are you still reading a magazine under the table?" Snape grabbed Beauty Weekly, "Huh, I have to deduct another ten... and of course..."

Snape's dark eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Rita Skeeter's article, "Potter has to keep up with his wounded heart..."

The laughter of the Slytherin group echoed in the dungeon, and Mr. Snape's thin mouth showed a dissatisfied smile. To anger Harry, he began to read aloud. ""Harry Potter's Secret Headache"-Oh, my dear, what makes you so painful?-A boy with a difference, maybe..."

Harry felt his face burn fiercely. Snape stopped after every sentence, and the Slytherins laughed desperately. This article made Snape ten times harder to read.

"Harry Potter's blesser must hope that next time he will put his heart on someone more worthy."

"It's touching!" Professor Snape smiled contemptuously and rolled up the magazine. "Well, I think I'd better separate the three of you so that you can put aside the three to four corners of love and concentrate on listening to my class. Weasley, you stay there, Miss Greene, you go to Miss Parkinson. Bo Particularly, go to the table in front of me and now switch positions."

Harry threw his ingredients and schoolbag angrily into his big steam pot and dragged it to the empty table in front of the dungeon.

Snape followed him, sitting at his desk and watching Harry take out the contents of the pot.

Harry decided not to look at Snape and ground the beetles into a paste like Snape's face. When the other classmates calmed down, Snape said, "All these pressures swelled your head that was already too big."

Harry replied.

He knew that Snape was provoking again, he had done this before. There is no doubt that it is looking for fault.

Ask him to deduct 50 points before the end of the class?

This is the usual method.

"You are thinking that the entire wizarding world is under your control," Snape continued. He spoke very quietly, no one could hear him (Harry also continued to grind his beetle, he had grind it too hard).

"But I don't care how many photos you publish in the magazine. To me, you are just a nauseating furry boy who always wants to ignore the precepts."

Harry poured the beetle powder into the pot and began to cut the ginger. Out of anger, his hands trembled slightly, but he insisted on not raising his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard Snape talking to him.

"It's not that I didn't warn you, Potter," Snape said in a softer and more dangerous voice. "Small and worthless celebrations or—if I catch you and try to break into my office— "

"I never get near your office!" Harry roared, forgetting that he was still pretending to be deaf.

"You can't hide it from me," Snape snorted, and he stared at Harry with no depth of depth. "I know who stole it!"

Harry glared back at Snape, eyes determined not to blink, as if not afraid of being blamed.

In fact, he didn't steal neither. Hermione took away Snape's cursed skin in second grade because they wanted to use it to make trouble medicine.

Snape had always suspected Harry, but could not confirm it. And the other one was the one who stole it called Tefrey.

"I don't even know what you are talking about." Harry said coldly.

"You happened to be out of bed on the day my office was stolen! I knew it was you! Now Moody's may join your group, but I will not tolerate your behavior anymore! If I dare to break into my office, I will clean up you!"

"Okay," Harry said coldly, turning around and cutting his ginger. "If it is necessary to go to you, I will remember your words." Snape flushed, and he put his hand in his In the black robe, there was a stalemate.

Harry guessed that Snape was going to draw out his wand to curse him-but Snape took out a crystal vial containing a clear and transparent potion. Harry stared at the bottle.

"Do you know what this is for?" Snape's eyes flashed with danger.

"I don't know." Harry answered completely honestly this time.

"This is a medicine for telling the truth. Only three drops can take out your deepest words and tell the whole class." Snape said viciously. "Although this medicine is strictly controlled, I still I can use it to see if you really come to my office."

Harry said nothing. He bowed his head and sliced ​​his **** again. He didn't like this kind of truth-telling medicine at all, and he would never let Snape give him it. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Snape really let him eat.

He poured the **** shreds into the big pot.

The dungeon door rattled.

"Come in." Snape returned to his normal voice. The whole class looked over when the door opened.

Professor Karkaroff came in.

Everyone looked at him when he walked straight to Snape's table. He touched his goatee with his hand, obviously he was very excited.

"We want to talk about it."

Karkaroff said suddenly when he walked to Snape. He seemed to be determined not to let anyone know what he was saying, his mouth barely moved, and he looked like a slumped ventriloquist performer~www.readwn.com~ Although Harry's eyes were still on ginger, his ears were firm. Listen straight.

"Kakaroff, I'll talk to you after class." Snape whispered, but Karkaroff interrupted him.

"I'm going to talk now, don't dodge anymore, you always avoid me."

"Say after class," Snape said. With the opportunity to raise the measuring cup to see if enough armadillo bile was poured in, Harry glanced sideways at them.

Karkaroff looked worried and Snape was angry.

Karkaroff stayed behind Snape's desk to spend the rest of the class. He seemed determined to prevent Snape from slipping away at the end of the classroom.

Harry wanted to know what they were going to talk about, so he deliberately smashed the test tube containing armadillo bile two minutes before the end of get out of class, as an excuse to leave later after class.

"What's so urgent?" He heard Snape say anxiously to Karkaroff.

"This." Karkaroff said.

Harry stared at the edge of his cauldron, but could see Karkaroff stretch out his left hand from his robe to show Snape something.

"Did you see it?" Karkarov still tried his best to speak with his mouth shut, "Did you see it? It hasn't been so clear before, since--"

"Take it away!" Snape roared, his dark eyes scanning the classroom.

"But you must have noticed--" Karkaroff became anxious.

"Let's talk later!" Snape patted him lightly.

"Potter! What are you doing here?"

"Clean up those armadillo bile, Professor." Harry said innocently, showing him the wet rag.

Karkaroff left angrily and worried, it seemed that he didn't want to stay in the dungeon with Snape who was about to get angry.

Harry stuffed his books and spices into his bag, and ran as fast as he could to tell his friends what he had seen.