Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In response to this grand event in the magic and education world, the Daily Prophet's coverage of the Triwizard Tournament was somewhat lacking, and some of the information published afterward seemed to be old-fashioned things, not what people wanted to see. content.

Ordinary wizards always have a soft spot for some lace news, and they seem to be quite interested in the emotional entanglement of several warriors reported by Rita Skeeter last time, but the Daily Prophet did not. To meet their requirements, it may not be enough.

Because their special correspondent, Rita Skeeter, is now insane, like she's been through some sort of stimulant.

The woman lost all her manuscripts, the shorthand quill was broken, and lay quietly in her handbag.

It was the only treasure she still had.

She seemed to have been looted by the Dao robbers, and she was also greatly traumatized.

Moody tortured her with the weakened Cruciatus. His mastery of black magic was perfect, and he was fully able to control the use of magic, because he knew that sometimes pain would kill people. So I restrained myself.

Even so, poor Rita was almost insane under the torture, losing her consciousness and memory. To be on the safe side, Moody cast an oblivion spell on her.

When she arbitrarily made up lies and wrote hard "pen" to some people who did not have the right to speak back against her, perhaps she did not expect that one day she would be tortured so terribly and cruelly.

In short, the wizarding media world has calmed down a lot after this accident. In order to piece together the layout, the Daily Prophet even turned over the old almanac from hundreds of years ago and introduced the competition from a long time ago to make up for the emptiness of their content.

After all, not everyone has Rita's talent and her magical quill to write false, heart-wrenching news.

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After entering March, the weather has become clearer, but every time I come to the outside field, the cold wind still blows the students' hands and faces. The owls could not deliver the letter in time, because the strong winds kept blowing them off target.

The Slytherin and Gryffindor students were quietly doing the experiments Snape had arranged for them in the Potions classroom. around the students,

Focus on their movements.

Of course, this is not to say that he is serious and responsible, but that he hopes to deduct their points.

"Potter, I remember saying it more than once in class - the wormwood infusion must be mixed with narcissus root powder before pouring into the cauldron..." Snape's dark eyes flickered. with a wicked glow.

"Sorry, Professor, I forgot." The wooden chair creaked under Harry before he stood up and said.

"Yeah, our warriors don't know anything about the knowledge in the class, but they are surprisingly proficient in some unfamiliar knowledge." Snape said in his cold voice.

Then he put his head to the side of Harry's ear, and said grimly in a voice that Harry just could hear: "Don't think I don't know who has sneaked into my office, it's not you, at least it's you. companion."

Before Harry could answer, Snape continued, "Don't try to argue, I'll have a way to check if you're lying."

Snape's eyes flashed. He put a hand inside his black robe. For a moment, Harry thought Snape was going to take out his wand and cast a spell on him - then he saw Snape take out a small crystal bottle containing a clear and transparent potion. Harry watched carefully.

"Do you know what this is, Potter?" said Snape, his eyes gleaming with intent again.

"I don't know," said Harry.

"This is Veritaserum—a potion that teaches you to tell the truth. It's extremely powerful. Just three drops can make you reveal the secrets in your heart and make all your classmates listen." Snape said fiercely. "Of course, the Ministry of Magic has very strict regulations governing the use of this potion. But you have to be very careful, or I'll miss it," - he shook the crystal bottle slightly - "pour the pumpkin over your dinner. And then, Potter...then we'll find out if you've been to my office."

"Harry, don't worry, he doesn't dare." Hermione looked at Harry and said in a low voice, when Snape had left the side, he walked around the Slytherin students and began to guide them brewed potion.

"Unless he wants to be locked up in Azkaban!" Hermione said exaggeratedly for better comfort.

Of course this is not the case. Just using Veritaserum, even if it is abused, will not be detained in Azkaban.

Harry didn't speak. He turned to his ginger roots again, took the knife, and began slicing them into pieces again. He loathed the Veritaserum Snape was talking about, and he thought Snape might have spilled a few drops on him secretly.

Harry felt that with the hatred Snape had shown him in the past, even if he was going to be locked up in Azkaban, he wouldn't mind attacking him.

He imagined that if Snape did this, he didn't know what would come out of his mouth, and he couldn't help shivering at the thought... He would get a lot of people into trouble, "selfless" Professor Moody, who has helped him many times, will definitely be implicated, as well as his admiration for a certain girl and jealousy for her boyfriend. These dark feelings are enough to make people crazy when put on the table.

At this moment, someone outside the classroom knocked on the door, interrupting Harry's concern.

"Come in," Snape said in his usual voice.

The door opened, and the whole class turned to look. Professor Karkaroff came in, and everyone watched him walking towards Snape's podium. He rolled his goatee with his fingers, looking restless.

"We need to talk," Karkaroff said abruptly as soon as he approached Snape. He seemed determined not to let anyone hear what he said, so his lips barely moved, as if he were a pretty lame ventriloquist. Harry stared at Jiang Gen in front of him and listened carefully.

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

"I want to talk now, while you can't get away, Severus. You've been avoiding me since the second match." Karkaroff lowered his voice. You didn't give zero points to that warrior in your academy because of your face."

"Let's talk after class," Snape said sternly.

"Right now, things are very urgent!" Karkaroff didn't give in, and looked at Snape with his indifferent and sharp eyes. "If I suffer, I'm not the only one in trouble!" Karkaroff's voice dropped even lower for a while.

Snape was silent for a moment, then glanced around the class with his deep black eyes.

"The principal of Durmstrang has very important discussions with me now," he gave such a lame excuse. "For the next two classes, you will continue to configure the potion you just taught you, and I will check it when I come back."

Then the two hurriedly walked outside the classroom and began to communicate.

Their voices were so low that even if the students in the classroom pricked up their ears and listened carefully, it was very difficult to hear a single star.