Chapter 333
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Qing Mo Da Xian
When Snape and Harry returned to the girls' bathroom on the third floor, everyone was far more curious about their eerie atmosphere than the house-elf who had finally been caught.
"You don't have to be afraid." Hermione seemed to be a different person, and she was extra gentle to Dobby who was hiding behind Harry.
Fred and George had goosebumps all over their bodies.
Even Vincent felt very uncomfortable.
"No one will hurt you, I can guarantee that."
Snape sneered, "Miss Granger, I advise you not to waste your overflowing sympathy on enemies."
"He's not the enemy, Professor." Hermione instantly returned to her original tone, "He knows about the Chamber of Secrets, and he also knows that Harry will be in danger."
"But he won't give even half a hint."
She pursed her lips, "Maybe you scared him."
"It's because of a guilty conscience."
"He is afraid, afraid of teaching you to hurt him."
"You only see lies on the surface."
Hermione was speechless.
Not because Snape was right, but because of the difference in perception between the two.
Wizards believe that house-elves are born to be a class of enslaved people, and they don't feel pity whether they live or die.
She was the complete opposite of Muggle-born.
She searched through the thick "History of Magic", but she couldn't find anything about the origin of the house-elves.
There are several rumors, one is that it was defeated and became a slave, and the other is that it was created by wizards.
The goblins once had a rebellion, and they are still running Gringotts.
Creation is even more impossible.
The magic of house elves is completely different from that of wizards.
So why?
She is more inclined to house elves who are easy to bully, and were deceived in very ancient times by wizards whose survival was a problem at that time.
Seeing her fall silent, Snape took it for granted that he was right.
At this moment, Vincent said:
"I've been to America in the summer, and the house-elves there are well-dressed and even work to support themselves."
"Are you sympathizing with them?" Snape sneered, "Wayne, I thought you wouldn't feel that way."
"Not sympathy." Vincent looked at Dobby who was cowering behind Harry,
"I have no arrogant prejudice against anything, I prefer to believe what I see with my eyes."
"Well said!" Fred and George applauded.
Who in Hogwarts can break the defense of the old bat in one sentence?
There are only little bats who are blue and blue!
Snape snorted coldly and didn't intend to argue any further.
Flitwick smoothed things over at this time: "The most important thing now is to open the secret room and deal with the basilisk and the hidden person."
"That's right." McGonagall walked up to Harry, "It's a bit sudden, and I'll tell you everything when it's over."
"No—no—" Dobby poked out half of his head, "Dobby can't put Hart Potter in danger."
Snape glared at Hermione.
Again and again, again and again.
The loss of house-elves' reverence for wizards is a very serious problem in itself.
Tried to prevent Harry from returning to Hogwarts, and later even wanted him to be seriously injured and expelled from school.
This is still an extremely dangerous signal.
"There's no danger." Vincent took out the last two glasses,
"We have the youngest dean in history here, ten Lockharts combined can't stop him."
"Really?" Dobby leaned out timidly, holding a pair of glasses for Harry.
"If he was fake, he would have been kicked out of Hogwarts a long time ago."
Snape scowled.
What is ten Lockharts added up to?
This kind of thing that sleeps like a dead pig is also worthy?
slow down, calm down...
Almost fell into the trick of this little bastard!
The majestic thousand-year-old basilisk, can he and a potion professor solve it?
The more Snape thought about it, the more unconvinced he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he glared at Vincent.
Vincent put away the last pair of glasses, "Professor Snape, you will definitely protect us?"
"Ho ho-"
Low-level, but extraordinarily effective.
Flitwick and Sprout stared at each other.
There is an old saying in the far east, which is called: When you hit a snake, you hit seven inches, and when you dig a tree, you dig the root first.
Snape was full of talent, he won the title of Master of Potions in his twenties, and he was notoriously difficult to deal with.
Hit on self-esteem, dig on pain points.
It's not thorough, but it can be regarded as grasped.
Apart from Harry and Dobby, none of the rest were too surprised.
Vincent quit as soon as he saw it, and didn't stimulate Snape's fragile little nerves.
He doesn't want to end this petty fight yet, and he will have to wait at least a few more years to get serious.
"Let's get started." McGonagall patted Harry's shoulder, "Relax, it doesn't matter if you can't open it."
It's impossible not to be nervous, even if you shave Slytherin's head again, you won't be able to relax at all.
Vincent took a few steps forward and pulled back his black cloak to cover Snape.
Harry, who was wearing glasses and a bateye patch, was still tongue-tied, and couldn't utter a decent sentence after holding back for a long time.
"Can't you?" Snape stepped forward and slapped off the black cloak that was blocking him, "Potter, it looks like you need some help."
He drew his wand and pointed it at Harry, casting a Snake Charm equal to Draco's level.
A long black snake shot out of the black mist that exploded from the tip of the stick.
Vincent turned and raised an eyebrow at him.
Snape pretended not to see it, and controlled the little snake to the tap with the mark on it.
"His-"
Harry looked at it, and suddenly felt that he could do it.
"Hi
shar
hello
sar—”
Under the gaze of eleven pairs of eyes, the faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.
The pool below sank slowly until it disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe.
According to Vincent's visual estimation, the size is just enough to accommodate an adult, and the basilisk can barely get in and out of it.
Snape lit his wand and looked down the inside of the pipe.
Not too long, not too smooth.
At the very end, there is also a bottomless stone tunnel.
Meg drew her wand and swung it toward a compartment door, turning it into a bundle of slender ropes.
She pointed to the mouth of the water pipe, and the rope quickly burrowed into it as if it had life.
Half a minute passed, and 1 minute passed.
It didn't seem to touch the bottom until the rope was about to run out.
"There are many curves, and the depth has exceeded the range of Hogwarts' protective magic."
Even Harry frowned.
Beyond the magic range, it means that as long as the exact location is known, any wizard with high mana can use Apparition to enter and exit freely.
Racha Slytherin obviously wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.
Had it been possible to enter and exit freely, Hogwarts would have fallen more than ten years ago.
There must be an anti-apparition spell in the secret room, or a powerful magic that will not dissipate automatically for nearly a thousand years.
Maybe the inside, like the magic around the castle, will automatically absorb the mana that the students inadvertently escape.
Or maybe Salazar Slytherin alone can arrange magic that can run for thousands of years.
……
……
"You don't have to be afraid." Hermione seemed to be a different person, and she was extra gentle to Dobby who was hiding behind Harry.
Fred and George had goosebumps all over their bodies.
Even Vincent felt very uncomfortable.
"No one will hurt you, I can guarantee that."
Snape sneered, "Miss Granger, I advise you not to waste your overflowing sympathy on enemies."
"He's not the enemy, Professor." Hermione instantly returned to her original tone, "He knows about the Chamber of Secrets, and he also knows that Harry will be in danger."
"But he won't give even half a hint."
She pursed her lips, "Maybe you scared him."
"It's because of a guilty conscience."
"He is afraid, afraid of teaching you to hurt him."
"You only see lies on the surface."
Hermione was speechless.
Not because Snape was right, but because of the difference in perception between the two.
Wizards believe that house-elves are born to be a class of enslaved people, and they don't feel pity whether they live or die.
She was the complete opposite of Muggle-born.
She searched through the thick "History of Magic", but she couldn't find anything about the origin of the house-elves.
There are several rumors, one is that it was defeated and became a slave, and the other is that it was created by wizards.
The goblins once had a rebellion, and they are still running Gringotts.
Creation is even more impossible.
The magic of house elves is completely different from that of wizards.
So why?
She is more inclined to house elves who are easy to bully, and were deceived in very ancient times by wizards whose survival was a problem at that time.
Seeing her fall silent, Snape took it for granted that he was right.
At this moment, Vincent said:
"I've been to America in the summer, and the house-elves there are well-dressed and even work to support themselves."
"Are you sympathizing with them?" Snape sneered, "Wayne, I thought you wouldn't feel that way."
"Not sympathy." Vincent looked at Dobby who was cowering behind Harry,
"I have no arrogant prejudice against anything, I prefer to believe what I see with my eyes."
"Well said!" Fred and George applauded.
Who in Hogwarts can break the defense of the old bat in one sentence?
There are only little bats who are blue and blue!
Snape snorted coldly and didn't intend to argue any further.
Flitwick smoothed things over at this time: "The most important thing now is to open the secret room and deal with the basilisk and the hidden person."
"That's right." McGonagall walked up to Harry, "It's a bit sudden, and I'll tell you everything when it's over."
"No—no—" Dobby poked out half of his head, "Dobby can't put Hart Potter in danger."
Snape glared at Hermione.
Again and again, again and again.
The loss of house-elves' reverence for wizards is a very serious problem in itself.
Tried to prevent Harry from returning to Hogwarts, and later even wanted him to be seriously injured and expelled from school.
This is still an extremely dangerous signal.
"There's no danger." Vincent took out the last two glasses,
"We have the youngest dean in history here, ten Lockharts combined can't stop him."
"Really?" Dobby leaned out timidly, holding a pair of glasses for Harry.
"If he was fake, he would have been kicked out of Hogwarts a long time ago."
Snape scowled.
What is ten Lockharts added up to?
This kind of thing that sleeps like a dead pig is also worthy?
slow down, calm down...
Almost fell into the trick of this little bastard!
The majestic thousand-year-old basilisk, can he and a potion professor solve it?
The more Snape thought about it, the more unconvinced he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he glared at Vincent.
Vincent put away the last pair of glasses, "Professor Snape, you will definitely protect us?"
"Ho ho-"
Low-level, but extraordinarily effective.
Flitwick and Sprout stared at each other.
There is an old saying in the far east, which is called: When you hit a snake, you hit seven inches, and when you dig a tree, you dig the root first.
Snape was full of talent, he won the title of Master of Potions in his twenties, and he was notoriously difficult to deal with.
Hit on self-esteem, dig on pain points.
It's not thorough, but it can be regarded as grasped.
Apart from Harry and Dobby, none of the rest were too surprised.
Vincent quit as soon as he saw it, and didn't stimulate Snape's fragile little nerves.
He doesn't want to end this petty fight yet, and he will have to wait at least a few more years to get serious.
"Let's get started." McGonagall patted Harry's shoulder, "Relax, it doesn't matter if you can't open it."
It's impossible not to be nervous, even if you shave Slytherin's head again, you won't be able to relax at all.
Vincent took a few steps forward and pulled back his black cloak to cover Snape.
Harry, who was wearing glasses and a bateye patch, was still tongue-tied, and couldn't utter a decent sentence after holding back for a long time.
"Can't you?" Snape stepped forward and slapped off the black cloak that was blocking him, "Potter, it looks like you need some help."
He drew his wand and pointed it at Harry, casting a Snake Charm equal to Draco's level.
A long black snake shot out of the black mist that exploded from the tip of the stick.
Vincent turned and raised an eyebrow at him.
Snape pretended not to see it, and controlled the little snake to the tap with the mark on it.
"His-"
Harry looked at it, and suddenly felt that he could do it.
"Hi
shar
hello
sar—”
Under the gaze of eleven pairs of eyes, the faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.
The pool below sank slowly until it disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe.
According to Vincent's visual estimation, the size is just enough to accommodate an adult, and the basilisk can barely get in and out of it.
Snape lit his wand and looked down the inside of the pipe.
Not too long, not too smooth.
At the very end, there is also a bottomless stone tunnel.
Meg drew her wand and swung it toward a compartment door, turning it into a bundle of slender ropes.
She pointed to the mouth of the water pipe, and the rope quickly burrowed into it as if it had life.
Half a minute passed, and 1 minute passed.
It didn't seem to touch the bottom until the rope was about to run out.
"There are many curves, and the depth has exceeded the range of Hogwarts' protective magic."
Even Harry frowned.
Beyond the magic range, it means that as long as the exact location is known, any wizard with high mana can use Apparition to enter and exit freely.
Racha Slytherin obviously wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.
Had it been possible to enter and exit freely, Hogwarts would have fallen more than ten years ago.
There must be an anti-apparition spell in the secret room, or a powerful magic that will not dissipate automatically for nearly a thousand years.
Maybe the inside, like the magic around the castle, will automatically absorb the mana that the students inadvertently escape.
Or maybe Salazar Slytherin alone can arrange magic that can run for thousands of years.
……
……
