harry potter book of crimes

"What was Hermione's last lesson?"

"Maka's magic text lesson."

In the corridor, Harry and Ron walked side by side, following the flow of people to the second floor. They did not take the Ancient Runes class, so they could not accompany Hermione when they had classes.

"Oh..." Ron seemed to be feeling a little emotional when he heard this, "Although Maka's classes are always interesting, the disadvantage is that there are too many homeworks! Seriously, can't he reduce the burden on students?"

"We didn't choose the magic text class, so don't worry about others," Harry shook his head and said, "I think we have to worry about the next class - I didn't expect that.

But it’s my favorite class!”

"Yes!" Ron sighed, "First, Umbridge brought us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she left, but I never thought that Snape would come again..."

"Oh! I really don't understand how Maka got along with Snape?" Harry said in annoyance.

"Maybe as Maka said, Snape is not as bad as we thought?" Ron thought for a while and quickly put this idea away, "No, how is that possible?"

"Hey." Harry laughed dryly, "Did Maka say such a thing?"

"I don't know, I can't remember clearly," Ron shrugged, "I just thought that Maka would probably say that."

While the two were complaining to each other, the crowd rushing to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had quickly moved outside the familiar door. At this moment, with a soft creak, the teacher's door was opened.

People opened it from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, the big bat-like figure walked out of the door and stood still for a moment in the corridor.

That was Snape. His hair still looked as greasy as if it had never been washed. It hung down from both sides of his head, barely covering his face. The dark hair made his face glowing.

The sallow face made him look even more gloomy. The moment his cold eyes swept across the crowd, everyone seemed to feel a chill.

"Come in."

Snape glanced at them, then suddenly turned around and returned to the classroom. He turned so hard that his black robes fluttered away with a crash, as if he had transformed into a real giant bat at that second.

Yes, that’s right, the kind that sucks human blood!

"One of his ancestors must be a vampire!" Ron leaned close to Harry and muttered in a very small voice.

"I guess that's not unusual. I heard from Hermione that there really was a history of vampires serving as Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts in the past." Harry blinked, "I would rather say that than that.

——I’m afraid Snape can’t wait any longer!”

"What?" Ron asked doubtfully.

"I mean Snape," Harry whispered. "I heard that he has been thinking about being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a long time. It seems that he has been planning to apply for this course from the beginning."

"If you want to chat, I can let you chat in my office tonight!" Snape knew somehow, and he stepped out of the classroom door again and glared at them both.

"It's not class time yet!" Harry said subconsciously, which made Ron quickly give him a look to signal him not to be so impulsive.

But before he finished speaking, a burst of magic bells suddenly rang through the entire Hogwarts Castle, turning the anger on Snape's face into mockery and sneer again.

"Here we are now." He said with a smile, "Still outside the classroom? Well done...5 points deducted!"

"This is your fault!" Harry retorted loudly, holding his neck.

"5 points deducted from each person."

Snape added with a sneer, and then walked into the classroom again. Ron knew that he couldn't stay here anymore, so he just dragged Harry in to follow him - and let him go against Snape again.

I'm afraid I'm really going to have to stay in that guy's office most of the night tonight!

As soon as they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron discovered that Snape had left his distinctive mark on the place.

The windows that originally provided good lighting were tightly covered by thick curtains, preventing any natural light from coming in. Only small candles lit by magic emitted a faint light in the classroom, making the place become the same as before.

The medicine class classroom was equally dark and gloomy.

What is different from the Potions classroom in the past is that there are now several portraits hanging here, but those portraits clearly have a strong "Snape style".

Most of the people in the paintings are people, but they all seem to be undergoing terrible torture, showing their pain to people with their twisted limbs and ferocious expressions. Some of the people in the paintings are roaring and mourning silently,

Some are curled up, some have half their bodies festering, and some are even indistinguishable.

It can be said that these pictures themselves are "restricted", and I don't know how Snape dared to put them up - does Professor McGonagall know about this?

"Oops!"

Ron and Harry merged into the students standing in the middle of the classroom with some confusion, but the next moment, Ron seemed to have suddenly thought of something, frowned and let out a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at Snape first and found that he didn't look over here, then he turned to Ron next to him and asked.

"Hermione!" Ron lowered his voice and emphasized, "Hermione isn't here yet - why is she late?"

"Oops!" When Harry heard this, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

But at this moment, a person rushed in from the door. Harry and Ron hurriedly looked up, and they knew before they even saw the person's face that it was Hermione. If I had to explain it, then

It's just her messy brown hair. Apart from Hermione, there is no other girl in the entire Hogwarts who doesn't care about appearance like her.

"Huh, late?" Snape turned his head and made a tut-tsk sound in his mouth, "Well done, Miss Know-It-All. What do you think..."

He habitually wanted to make some sarcastic remarks and give him some punishment, which would make his mood even better. But after he caught a glimpse of the textbook that Hermione was holding on her chest, he hummed impatiently.

One sound.

"Professor Maclean finished class a little late today..." Hermione explained while standing at the door.

As she spoke, she frowned and stared at the portrait on the wall of the classroom for a few times, feeling a little annoyed in her heart.

For Hermione, those portraits were too outrageous and should not be hung on any wall in the world, let alone in a Hogwarts classroom.

"Go and stand over there, it's time for class!" Snape waved his hand angrily, and the sleeves of the wizard's robe made a sound in the air.

Here, although Hermione wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, she had to suppress the restlessness in her heart when she thought of the conversation she had just had with Maka after class.

In the last class, Maka didn't drag the class - he never did that in class. The reason why Hermione was a little late was just because she took the initiative to go to Maka and ask a few words.

Of course she was asking about Snape, and by the way, the things Maka had asked her to do when she went back in time. That day, Snape broke into her house late at night and guarded her for half the night. Then

The cause of the incident remains a mystery to this day.

As smart as Hermione was, she immediately thought of Voldemort and Grindelwald, but because the process was so complicated, even though she was involved in it, she still had no clue.

It's just that Maka never gave a clear enough explanation while she was hospitalized at St. Mungo's, so she found another opportunity to ask for clarification.

However, Maka still didn't tell all the causes and consequences just now. What Hermione learned from him this time was only part of the inside information about Snape. That included the past events between Snape and Harry's mother, as well as the past events between Snape and Harry's mother.

Including the situation of Snape's sister Tia.

So now, when Hermione saw Snape in person, a rather complicated emotion suddenly emerged in her heart.

"Hermione, Maka is late in class?"

Seeing that Hermione came to them safe and sound, Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then Harry asked casually.

"Well..." Hermione's mind was brought back to reality by his words. She hesitated for a moment, but nodded, "Yes...yes!"

Perhaps subconsciously, she felt that she shouldn’t tell Harry the conversation she had just had with Maka. After all, even if she wanted to say it, she didn’t know where to start—starting with Harry’s mother’s scandal? Don’t be stupid.

!

While she was answering, she stuffed the magic text textbook she was holding in her arms into her bulging schoolbag, rummaged through it and took out another thick magic book.

"...Put that book away," no one knew how Snape developed his eyesight. "I don't need that kind of half-baked book in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

What Hermione took out was the book "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense". This book has been the most commonly used textbook in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes since the first grade. No professor other than Umbridge has done it.

I have used it. It contains many practical defensive spells and introduces a large number of dark creatures. It is indeed a rich and reliable book.

But Snape said that it was a "half-baked book".

"Before the class officially starts, I think it is necessary to say a few words to you," Snape stood in front of the classroom and said in a blunt tone, "So in the next step, I hope you can pay close attention and don't miss what I say.

every word of it—because I’ll only say it once!”

Having said this, he paused for a moment, and his cold black eyes swept over everyone's face one by one, bringing inexplicable pressure to everyone.