Chapter 649: Classroom Incident

"Your society is undoubtedly - absurd, Miss Granger."

A cold voice came from behind, "I must ask you not to discuss such topics in our class, so...ten points will be deducted." Snape had already walked to them.

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

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

"Ah, are you still reading a magazine under the table?" Snape grabbed the beauty magazine, "Humph, I have to deduct another ten points... Well, of course..."

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

The dungeon echoed with the laughter of the Slytherin group, and a dissatisfied smile appeared on Mr. Snape's thin lips. To irritate Harry, he started reading aloud. ""Harry Potter's Secret Headache" - Oh, dear, what makes you so hurt? - A boy who is different, maybe..."

Harry felt his face burning. Snape paused after each sentence, and the Slytherins laughed as hard as they could. This article was ten times worse for Snape to read.

"Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that next time he will set his heart on someone more deserving."

"How 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 your love interest and concentrate on my lesson. Weasley, you stay right there, and Miss Griinger, you go to Miss Parkinson." Special, come to the table in front of me and change seats now.”

Harry huffed his ingredients and satchel into his large cauldron and dragged it to the empty table at the front of the dungeon.

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

Harry decided not to look at Snape, grinding the beetles into a paste in Snape's face. When the rest of the class fell silent, Snape said, "All this stress is making your already oversized head swell."

Harry didn't answer.

He knew Snape was being provocative again, he'd done it before. There is no doubt that he is looking for trouble.

Let him deduct fifty points before the end of class?

This is a common method.

"You are under the delusion that the entire wizarding world is under your control," Snape continued. He spoke very quietly so that no one else could hear him (Harry also continued to sharpen his beetle until it could no longer be broken into pieces).

"But I don't care how many photos you have in magazines, to me you are just a disgusting brat who always wants to throw the rules away."

Harry poured the beetle powder into the pot and began chopping the ginger. His hands were shaking slightly out of anger, but he persisted without raising his eyelids, as if he didn't hear what Snape was saying to him.

"It's not that I don't warn you, Potter," Snape said in a softer and more dangerous voice, "a small and worthless celebration or - if I catch you trying to break into my office again - "

"I never go near your office!" Harry shouted, forgetting that he was pretending to be deaf just now.

"You can't hide it from me," Snape snorted, staring at Harry with his depthless eyes, "I know who stole it!"

Harry stared back at Snape, his eyes determined and unblinking, as if he was not afraid of being scolded.

In fact, he stole neither. Hermione took away Snape's spelled skin in her second year because they were using it to make a trouble potion.

Snape had always suspected Harry, but could not prove it. The other one was stolen by the man named Trevor.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said coldly.

"You were not in bed the day my office was robbed! I knew it was you! Now Magic Eye Moody may join your gang, but I will not tolerate your behavior anymore! If you dare to break into my office again, I will deal with it you!"

"Okay," Harry said coldly and turned around to cut his ginger. "If it is necessary to go to your place, I will remember your words well." Snape turned red and inserted his hand into his In the black robe, there was a stalemate.

Harry guessed that Snape was going to pull out his wand and hex him - but Snape produced a crystal vial containing a clear, transparent potion. Harry stared at the bottle.

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

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

"This is taking the truth-telling medicine. Just three drops can reveal your innermost thoughts to the whole class." Snape said sinisterly, "Although the use of this medicine is strictly controlled, I still You can use it to see if you are actually in my office."

Harry remained silent. He lowered his head to chop his ginger again. He didn't like the truth-telling potion at all, and he would never let Snape give it to him. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Snape actually let him eat it.

He poured the ginger shreds into the cauldron.

There was a knock on the dungeon door.

"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 as he walked straight to Snape's table. He ran his hand through his goatee, clearly excited.

"We need to talk."

Karkaroff said suddenly as he walked up to Snape. He seemed determined not to let anyone know what he was saying. He barely moved his mouth and looked like a ventriloquist with shriveled feet.

Although Harry's eyes were still on Ginger, his ears were strained to listen.

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

"I want to talk now. Stop avoiding me. You've always avoided me."

"Tell me after class," Snape said. Taking the opportunity to raise the measuring cup to see if enough armadillo bile had been poured in, Harry glanced sideways at them.

Karkaroff looked worried and Snape angry.

Karkaroff remained behind Snape's desk for the remainder of the lesson. 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 get out of class ended so he could have an excuse to leave late after class.

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

"This." Karkaroff said.

As Harry peered over the edge of his cauldron, he could see Karkaroff reaching out his left hand from his robes to show Snape something.

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

"Put it away!" Snape growled, his dark eyes scanning the classroom.

"But you must have noticed -" Karkaroff began to worry.

"We'll talk later!" Snape patted him.

"Potter! What are you doing here?"

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

Karkaroff left angry and worried, looking like he didn't want to stay in the dungeons 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. (To be continued)