Chapter 542 Snape scored twice
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Vincent first ate melons and ate them at his own home, and his mood was quite complicated.
His parents have not yet settled their accounts, and dare to drag him into the water without evidence?
Still angry, Lucius hastily distanced himself from Mrs. Zabini.
The rest of the gentlemen followed suit, except old Flint who remained silent.
Infighting?
He almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Hey - I should have recognized your true colors a long time ago." Mrs. Zabini sneered,
"Working with you is the worst thing I've ever done in my life!"
Lucius kept the smile on his face as much as possible, "This is the court, Lucretia, let's go out and talk about anything."
"Coward." Mrs. Zabini said, and sat down obediently.
Burns shook his head slightly at the jury.
If it continues, it is very likely to turn into a farce.
"This trial is over, and we will give the final result in the second trial next month based on the evidence provided by the defendant and witnesses."
Vincent quietly followed Dumbledore and left.
Preventing more deceived wizards from appearing means that it will be difficult for the gentlemen to be convicted.
Just like handing over the group of witch scum like Tash before, he didn't want to see a turbulent magic world.
He returned to the castle with a good mood, said hello and disappeared in front of the two professors.
Snape's eyelids twitched wildly.
There is a problem, there is absolutely a problem.
"Oh—what a pity, Severus." Dumbledore smiled as if gloating.
"Dumbledore, you're all the little bastards you're used to!" Snape left the words and strode towards the dungeon.
Sure enough, his office was stolen again.
The precious herbs that I just bought are gone, the master-level potions that have been boiled recently are gone, and even the big bed for sleeping and the table and chairs for doing experiments are gone.
Only the small bottle under the cabinet was still there, and it seemed that it hadn't even been touched.
The only thing left in the empty Batcave was bursts of creepy laughter.
……
……
Late night, Hogwarts kitchen.
The seven cubs who finished "dividing the spoils" were all happily enjoying the authentic French meal.
"Dobby, this is you!" Fred gave a thumbs up with his left hand, and grabbed a whole lamb chop with his right hand.
He and George ate soup everywhere, and Dobby's cooking skills have indeed improved a lot during this time.
"Dobby is very grateful for Mr. Weasley's compliment." Dobby clasped his two little hands together, blinked his big watery eyes,
"It's Dobby's pleasure. Dobby has never been happier."
He was moved to tears, as if recalling his days at Malfoy Manor.
Compared with the hell where you are always beaten and punished, the Hogwarts kitchen is simply heaven.
Hermione sniffled and handed him a handkerchief empathetically.
"Dobby must not stain Miss Granger's handkerchief."
Instead of forcing it, she gave Dobby a hug.
"The bad days are over, Dobby, and this is your new home."
Fred and George looked at each other.
Not to mention them, even Vincent saw her gentle side for the first time.
Not only wiped away the tears of Dobby who was crying, but also thoughtfully cleaned his worn-out pillowcase with a lot of sauce with magic. ... The house-elves hiding in the corner stared blankly at this scene.
They didn't understand why Hermione wanted to comfort Dobby, let alone why Dobby accepted such a "disgraceful" move.
It is natural for elves to serve wizards, and consolation is like a "reward", something that should be ashamed.
So they don't accept new clothes, or even leftover food.
Dobby is a maverick outlier.
If he could change the group that defies the anti-apparition spell...
Vincent shook his head, a little appreciative of Hermione's stubbornness.
"Why are you all in a daze?" He brought a large plate of beef with red wine in front of him,
"Starting tomorrow, we will face the big villain Snape."
"Dude, you're despicable!" George stretched out his hand, "How dare you enjoy this delicacy to yourself!"
An atmosphere full of joy drives out depression.
Dobby, with a big smile on his face, went to make dessert for them.
Vincent pouted at the plate with only sauce left in front of him.
He only has two hands, so he really can't grab it.
The elves in the corner couldn't help laughing secretly.
Hermione, who discovered this, secretly compared her lips with him.
……
……
Potions class on Wednesday.
"Wayne, why didn't you turn in your paper?"
Vincent, who was highly nervous, knew that Snape was shameless, but he didn't expect to be so shameless.
He didn't forget to turn in his papers, and he didn't write them in magic runes.
There must be no loopholes, so I just pretended not to see it.
"Professor, is there too much homework to be corrected in the office, and you accidentally overlooked it?"
This is a true warrior.
The little lions cheered in their hearts.
Snape jumped from the podium in front of him, "Wayne, are you questioning me?"
"Absolutely not."
"Wayne failed to hand in the paper, and Gryffindor College will deduct 10 points."
"Professor, can I look in your office?"
"No!" Snape quickly calmed down,
"Wayne contradicted the professor in class, and Gryffindor College deducted another 10 points."
The hope of the whole hospital is gone, and the hearts of the little lions are desolate.
Vincent didn't dare to stimulate Snape's fragile nerves anymore, and he behaved particularly well-behaved throughout the class.
Even so, he was labeled a waste of school resources and deducted 10 points for leaving two drops in the cauldron when dispensing the potion.
When "fairies" fight, "mortals" must suffer.
Each little lion gets 10 points, and Hermione gets a special "preferential treatment" of 30 points.
Although Daphne was not deducted points, she also got "preferential treatment" from Snape staring at her for 5 minutes.
190 points, a new high.
There are still two Potions classes left, Ren Ren will pass.
Just as Snape walked out of the classroom with the textbook in one hand, he suddenly turned back as if remembering something.
He glanced at Harry, then stared coldly at Vincent.
Only when the sound of his footsteps disappeared completely did the lion cubs dare to take a big breath.
Harry was the most exaggerated, even breaking out in a cold sweat.
The court hearing of the gentlemen on the weekend was suspended once, and today's class was also suspended once.
This is probably Merlin's favor.
When they all walked into the auditorium with stinky faces, they found that the dazzling red hourglass had dimmed beyond belief.
The score in the early 900s is only a few tens of points away from the second Ravenclaw.
Slytherin was third and Hufflepuff was last.
Vincent's lips trembled, "There's another Potions class tomorrow and next week, we can't go on like this."
"But what should we do?" Neville shrank his neck, wrapped his school robe tightly around his body,
"Unless Snape isn't there, we're sure to lose points."
"Not here..."
Hermione stared at Vincent, who was mumbling to himself, with extra vigilance.
The professor dares to shamelessly engage in targeting, and the students who are forced to do anything dare to do anything.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
His parents have not yet settled their accounts, and dare to drag him into the water without evidence?
Still angry, Lucius hastily distanced himself from Mrs. Zabini.
The rest of the gentlemen followed suit, except old Flint who remained silent.
Infighting?
He almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Hey - I should have recognized your true colors a long time ago." Mrs. Zabini sneered,
"Working with you is the worst thing I've ever done in my life!"
Lucius kept the smile on his face as much as possible, "This is the court, Lucretia, let's go out and talk about anything."
"Coward." Mrs. Zabini said, and sat down obediently.
Burns shook his head slightly at the jury.
If it continues, it is very likely to turn into a farce.
"This trial is over, and we will give the final result in the second trial next month based on the evidence provided by the defendant and witnesses."
Vincent quietly followed Dumbledore and left.
Preventing more deceived wizards from appearing means that it will be difficult for the gentlemen to be convicted.
Just like handing over the group of witch scum like Tash before, he didn't want to see a turbulent magic world.
He returned to the castle with a good mood, said hello and disappeared in front of the two professors.
Snape's eyelids twitched wildly.
There is a problem, there is absolutely a problem.
"Oh—what a pity, Severus." Dumbledore smiled as if gloating.
"Dumbledore, you're all the little bastards you're used to!" Snape left the words and strode towards the dungeon.
Sure enough, his office was stolen again.
The precious herbs that I just bought are gone, the master-level potions that have been boiled recently are gone, and even the big bed for sleeping and the table and chairs for doing experiments are gone.
Only the small bottle under the cabinet was still there, and it seemed that it hadn't even been touched.
The only thing left in the empty Batcave was bursts of creepy laughter.
……
……
Late night, Hogwarts kitchen.
The seven cubs who finished "dividing the spoils" were all happily enjoying the authentic French meal.
"Dobby, this is you!" Fred gave a thumbs up with his left hand, and grabbed a whole lamb chop with his right hand.
He and George ate soup everywhere, and Dobby's cooking skills have indeed improved a lot during this time.
"Dobby is very grateful for Mr. Weasley's compliment." Dobby clasped his two little hands together, blinked his big watery eyes,
"It's Dobby's pleasure. Dobby has never been happier."
He was moved to tears, as if recalling his days at Malfoy Manor.
Compared with the hell where you are always beaten and punished, the Hogwarts kitchen is simply heaven.
Hermione sniffled and handed him a handkerchief empathetically.
"Dobby must not stain Miss Granger's handkerchief."
Instead of forcing it, she gave Dobby a hug.
"The bad days are over, Dobby, and this is your new home."
Fred and George looked at each other.
Not to mention them, even Vincent saw her gentle side for the first time.
Not only wiped away the tears of Dobby who was crying, but also thoughtfully cleaned his worn-out pillowcase with a lot of sauce with magic. ... The house-elves hiding in the corner stared blankly at this scene.
They didn't understand why Hermione wanted to comfort Dobby, let alone why Dobby accepted such a "disgraceful" move.
It is natural for elves to serve wizards, and consolation is like a "reward", something that should be ashamed.
So they don't accept new clothes, or even leftover food.
Dobby is a maverick outlier.
If he could change the group that defies the anti-apparition spell...
Vincent shook his head, a little appreciative of Hermione's stubbornness.
"Why are you all in a daze?" He brought a large plate of beef with red wine in front of him,
"Starting tomorrow, we will face the big villain Snape."
"Dude, you're despicable!" George stretched out his hand, "How dare you enjoy this delicacy to yourself!"
An atmosphere full of joy drives out depression.
Dobby, with a big smile on his face, went to make dessert for them.
Vincent pouted at the plate with only sauce left in front of him.
He only has two hands, so he really can't grab it.
The elves in the corner couldn't help laughing secretly.
Hermione, who discovered this, secretly compared her lips with him.
……
……
Potions class on Wednesday.
"Wayne, why didn't you turn in your paper?"
Vincent, who was highly nervous, knew that Snape was shameless, but he didn't expect to be so shameless.
He didn't forget to turn in his papers, and he didn't write them in magic runes.
There must be no loopholes, so I just pretended not to see it.
"Professor, is there too much homework to be corrected in the office, and you accidentally overlooked it?"
This is a true warrior.
The little lions cheered in their hearts.
Snape jumped from the podium in front of him, "Wayne, are you questioning me?"
"Absolutely not."
"Wayne failed to hand in the paper, and Gryffindor College will deduct 10 points."
"Professor, can I look in your office?"
"No!" Snape quickly calmed down,
"Wayne contradicted the professor in class, and Gryffindor College deducted another 10 points."
The hope of the whole hospital is gone, and the hearts of the little lions are desolate.
Vincent didn't dare to stimulate Snape's fragile nerves anymore, and he behaved particularly well-behaved throughout the class.
Even so, he was labeled a waste of school resources and deducted 10 points for leaving two drops in the cauldron when dispensing the potion.
When "fairies" fight, "mortals" must suffer.
Each little lion gets 10 points, and Hermione gets a special "preferential treatment" of 30 points.
Although Daphne was not deducted points, she also got "preferential treatment" from Snape staring at her for 5 minutes.
190 points, a new high.
There are still two Potions classes left, Ren Ren will pass.
Just as Snape walked out of the classroom with the textbook in one hand, he suddenly turned back as if remembering something.
He glanced at Harry, then stared coldly at Vincent.
Only when the sound of his footsteps disappeared completely did the lion cubs dare to take a big breath.
Harry was the most exaggerated, even breaking out in a cold sweat.
The court hearing of the gentlemen on the weekend was suspended once, and today's class was also suspended once.
This is probably Merlin's favor.
When they all walked into the auditorium with stinky faces, they found that the dazzling red hourglass had dimmed beyond belief.
The score in the early 900s is only a few tens of points away from the second Ravenclaw.
Slytherin was third and Hufflepuff was last.
Vincent's lips trembled, "There's another Potions class tomorrow and next week, we can't go on like this."
"But what should we do?" Neville shrank his neck, wrapped his school robe tightly around his body,
"Unless Snape isn't there, we're sure to lose points."
"Not here..."
Hermione stared at Vincent, who was mumbling to himself, with extra vigilance.
The professor dares to shamelessly engage in targeting, and the students who are forced to do anything dare to do anything.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
