Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 250: Threat

In response to this grand event in the magical and educational world, the Daily Prophet’s report on the Triwizard Tournament was somewhat lacking in stamina, and some of the information published afterwards seemed to be replaying the same old tune, and no one wanted to see it. The content that you like to hear and hear.

Ordinary wizards always have a soft spot for lace news. They are quite interested in the emotional entanglement reported by Rita Skeeter last time about several warriors, but the "Daily Prophet" "No longer meet their requirements, perhaps it can't be satisfied.

Because their special correspondent, Rita Skeeter, is now crazy, as if she had experienced some great stimulation.

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

This is the only piece of wealth she still retains.

She seemed to have been ransacked by the robbers, and she was traumatized greatly.

Moody tortured her with a weakened heart-piercing curse. His mastery of black magic is so good that he can fully control the use of magic, because he knows that sometimes pain will make people give He died, so he restrained his tactics.

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

When she wanted to make up lies and slapped some people who didn't have the right to fight back against her, she might not have thought that one day she would be subjected to such horrible and cruel torture.

In short, the wizard’s media world has been much calmer after this accident. In order to piece together the pages, the Daily Prophet even flipped up the old calendar hundreds of years ago and introduced the hegemony match long ago to make up for their content. The emptiness.

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

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After entering March, the weather became clearer, but every time I came to the field outside, the cold wind still blew the students' hands and faces aches and pains. The owls cannot deliver the letter in time, because the strong wind always blows them off the target.

Slytherin and Gryffindor students are in the potions classroom, quietly doing the experiments Snape set for them. This greasy, hook-nosed man wanders like a ghost. Around the students of Lanfindor, staring at their movements intently.

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

"Potter, I remember I said more than once in class-the wormwood infusion must be mixed with the daffodil root powder before it can be poured into the cauldron..." Snape's dark There was a vicious light in his eyes.

"Sorry, professor, I forgot." There was a creak in the wooden chair under Harry, and then he stood up and said.

"Yes, our warrior knows nothing about the knowledge in class, but he is surprisingly proficient in some rare knowledge." Snape said in his cold voice.

Then he stretched his head to the side of Harry’s ear and said coldly in a voice that Harry could just hear: "Don’t think I don’t know who sneaked into my office, not you. At least your companion."

Before Harry could reply, Snape went on to say: "Don't try to quibble, I will have a way to verify if you are lying."

Snape's eyes flashed. He put a hand into his black robe. For a moment, Harry thought Snape was going to draw out his wand and chant a spell on him—then he saw Snape pull out a small crystal bottle with a clear and transparent potion. Harry watched carefully.

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

"I don't know." Harry said.

"This is Veritaserum—a potion that teaches you to tell the truth. The effect is amazing. As long as three drops, you can reveal the secrets of your heart and let all the students listen." Snape was vicious. Said, "Of course, the Ministry of Magic has very strict regulations to control the use of this potion. But you must pay special attention, or I will miss,"-he shook the crystal bottle slightly-"falling on you In the pumpkin juice for dinner. Then, Potter...then we will find out if you have been to my office."

"Harry, don't worry, he didn't dare." Hermione looked at Harry and said in a low voice. Snape had already left this side and started walking around the students in Slytherin. Instructed them to make potions.

"Unless he wants to be imprisoned in Azkaban!" To provide a better comfort, Hermione exaggerated.

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

Harry did not speak. He turned to his **** roots again, picked up the knife, and started to cut them into pieces again. He hated the kind of Veritaserum Snape talked about, and he thought Snape might secretly spill a few drops on him.

Harry feels that ESnape’s hatred for him in the past, even if he is going to be imprisoned in Azkaban, he won’t mind doing it on himself

He imagined that if Snape really did this, he didn't know what he would confide in his mouth. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder... he would get many people into trouble." Professor Moody, who has given him so many times of "selfless" help, will definitely be implicated, as well as his love for a certain girl, and his jealousy towards her boyfriend. These dark feelings are enough to make people crazy when they are put on the stage.

At this moment, a knock on the door outside the classroom interrupted Harry's worry.

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

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

"We need to talk." Karkaroff said abruptly as he walked over to Snape. He seemed determined not to let anyone hear what he said, so his lips barely moved, as if he was a very lame ventriloquist. Harry stared at the **** root 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 about it now~IndoMTL.com~ while you can't get away, Severus. You have been avoiding me since the second game." Karkaroff lowered his The voice, "I didn't give zero points to that warrior in your college because of your face"

"We'll talk after class." Snape said sternly.

"Just now, things are very urgent!" Karkaroff refused to give up, and stared at Snape with his indifferent sharp eyes. "If you suffer, it's not just me who is in trouble!" Karkaroff's voice fell even lower for a while.

Snape was silent for a while, then scanned the class with his deep black eyes.

"The principal of Durmstrand now has a very important discussion with me." He gave such a lame excuse. "In the next two lessons, you will continue to configure the potions that you have just taught you, and I will check them after I come back."

Then the two hurried to the outside of the classroom and began to communicate.

Their voices are very low. Even if the students in the classroom **** their ears and listen carefully, it is very difficult to hear a little bit.