Chapter 333

"At Hogwarts, aphrodisiacs are naturally banned, and Albus Dundedon undoubtedly needs to seriously investigate the matter. At the same time, people who have good intentions for Harry Potter hope that the next time he dedicates his true love, he will definitely choose a more worthy candidate......"

At this time, several people on Harry's side put their heads together and read the article.

"I've said it a long time ago—" Ron glanced at Hermione beside Harry, "-don't mess with this woman. "

"What did you say?" Hermione glanced at Ron disdainfully, "That's what Hagrid said in his cabin at the time, but you agree to give this woman a little color." "

Ron opened his mouth, no more. He never spoke with his brain, usually Hermione was too lazy to bother with him, if he really wanted to be real, Hermione could choke Ron to death.

Wizarding Weekly wasn't a serious thing to look like in Solim's eyes, but there were people at Hogwarts who liked it, mostly girls, who were extremely interested in gossip and chasing after the wind.

In Snape's Potions class, many students were working on their own materials while sneaking a look at Hermione, who was at the same table as Neville, and next to Harry and Ron, separated by an aisle between the two groups. Everyone was doing the task of mashing scarabs, and Snape tasked the students today with completing their intelligence potions in class.

Normally Hermione would take her classwork seriously, but today was different as she and Harry discussed a few words across the aisle, and then continued to pretend to work on the material before Snape turned back.

"Are you really going to do that?" Harry whispered to Hermione as he stole a glance at Snape's back.

"This woman really me off this time. Hermione slammed the scarab in her mortar as if it were Rita Skeeter, "Does this woman think she's going to be a beetle, I'll find a chance." "

"It's not just you, Hermione. Harry crushed his hammer hard, he thought it was almost enough, the beetles had been smashed to pieces by him now, "I'll help, count Hagrid together." "

"We've got to teach this woman a lesson this time, let her know what ...... is," Hermione pounded again, completely forgetting where it was.

"Miss Granger—" A cold voice came from behind, and both Harry and Hermione were startled. Harry didn't know when Snape had walked behind them, and Hermione had finally remembered that they were still in Snape's class.

"Coming...... Draco turned his head around Solim and looked at Harry excitedly, not forgetting to beckon Solim to watch along.

Seriously, because of Solim, the relationship between Draco and Harry has long since lost the-for-tat and tense atmosphere that they had at the beginning, although the two of them would not have any communication in public, but the two of them could still talk well in a small classroom. For some reason, Draco had been getting a little bit in the same direction lately, and he couldn't get excited when he saw Harry unlucky or embarrassed.

"Did I say you?" Solim was so busy with his work that he didn't even glance at Harry, "It's not once or twice that Harry has been unlucky. "

"What I want to see is Professor Snape deducting points from him. Draco tilted his head slightly to Solim's side, his eyes still fixed on Harry's, "That's probably my only fun at Hogwarts - see him unlucky." "

"Seriously-" Draco lowered his voice, "I'm a little unaccustomed to my relationship with Potter right now, you know-"

"So do you want to figure it out, do you want to fix Weasley or Harry. These are two things, no one cares if you mess with Weasley, he's been marginalized on the Gryffindor side for a long time, and no one else cares about him now except Harry, his only friend. "

Solim is right, Ron is a very marginal character in Gryffindor, both now and in the original book, he only revolves around Harry, not to mention the whole Gryffindor, and even the relationship with a few people in their dorm room is only a talk. Not to mention anything else, several of the Weasleys didn't pay much attention to Ron's younger brother at school, let alone others.

If Draco really wanted to fix the Weasleys, except for Harry, Ron's only friend, who would care about him, everyone else would just watch the excitement with their arms crossed.

While Solim and Draco were whispering here, Snape over there picked up the copy of Wizarding Weekly from Harry's desk, and happened to turn to the article.

"Harry Potter and his friends?" Snape looked at the headline for a moment, then looked at Harry in surprise, "I really didn't know you had friends." "

The Slytherins laughed as if they were ready.

In boring, quiet Potions classes, students generally try not to make noise so as not to attract Snape's attention, but there is one exception: when Snape is in Harry, everyone can laugh out loud, and Snape will never blame. For the Slytherins, what they were most looking forward to in Potions class was seeing Snape tidy up Harry. But for Gryffindor, that means a point deduction.

Snape could always find a reason to deduct Gryffindor's scores, for being untidy, deserting in class, eating in class...... There were so many that the Gryffindor students didn't even bother to count how many reasons Snape had found to deduct points.

The reason for today's deduction Harry has been handed over to Snape.

"It's such a mess in my class—" Snape looked at Harry happily, "but before the points were deducted......"

Snape then began to read aloud certain passages from the article, which made Harry want to jump into his cauldron to avoid the embarrassment and shame - and of course, Hermione.

Finally Snape tucked the newspaper under his armpit amid Slytherin laughter.

"Hmph, I think it's best to separate the three of you so you can concentrate on the potion instead of just thinking about all this mess. Weasley, you sit here and don't move. Miss Granger, you go up there and sit next to Miss Parkinson. Potter – to the table in front of my podium. "

Harry could only do as Snape said, tossing the ingredients and bag into the cauldron, then carrying the cauldron to the empty table at the front of the classroom. Snape followed, sitting at his podium, watching as Harry took out the contents of the cauldron. Harry had decided not to look at Snape, and began to pound his scarabs, fantasizing that each beetle had a Snape's face—which he had thought looked like Rita Skeeter.