Chapter 335 Ignorance and Lies
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Basil hit Hedwig again.
A few feathers flew off this time, and Hagrid was pecked twice.
Called to take Basil away, John glanced at Hedwig.
Poor snowy owl, hiding behind Hagrid now, dare not show his head.
Basil yelled there, but was carried back by John.
He felt that Basil should be given some tasks, otherwise he would be too energetic.
John wrote some letters to get Basil out.
Now the owl hut is free of feathers flying around.
"Thank you." John took a sip of water and thanked Gore, who was smiling very ugly.
Goyle, who took turns serving tea with Crabbe, nearly tripped as he left.
Malfoy leaned over and said, "Umbridge's up to something again."
"Oh?"
John glanced at Malfoy, putting Malfoy in a good mood by running over Harry in Potions.
Taking a peek at Umbridge's record book, Malfoy said swearingly, "We have a professor leaving Hogwarts."
"Is she finally going to do it?"
John was not surprised. After all, Umbridge's personality of wanting to control everything was connoted a wave last time, so how could he not retaliate.
"Who exactly?"
"I didn't see it." Malfoy said with some embarrassment, "I just took a look, and Umbridge came back."
Well, you really can't count on Malfoy too much.
Although I didn't see it, the difference is not big.
Because judging by the current lowest score, it was either Hagrid or Trelawney.
These two people had the most severe points deducted. In addition, it was rare for Trelawney to say good things for Harry in the Connotation Contest, wishing him a long and prosperous heir.
Umbridge's face was almost as black as coal.
So John is still inclined to Trelawney will be fired.
Just don't know when to do it.
If I'm not mistaken, John probably won't be too long.
...
Saturday.
There is a Quidditch match in Slytherin.
John went to watch.
It has to be said that at Hogwarts, except for Harry, basically no one can catch up to Malfoy's Firebolt.
With this foundation, it is simply too easy to defeat anyone.
The trident tactic has been tried and tested, and the cheers of Slytherin resounded throughout the stadium.
On the contrary, the others just had mournful faces, as if for them, Slytherin's victory was not good.
Slytherins were used to it anyway.
They won, and scored a big score.
Singing songs of glory, John saw how smug Malfoy was.
He reminded in a low voice helplessly, "You knocked Cho Chang into the air, and Cedric took out his wand at that time."
Malfoy's complacency faltered, and he showed no mercy when Slytherin played against Ravenclaw.
Facing Qiu Zhang, he didn't show any shame at all, and directly accelerated and sprinted, almost knocking Qiu Zhang into the air.
Really beat our teammate's girlfriend.
After falling to the ground, Qiu Zhang walked away crying, and now he is probably crying in the arms of the student council president.
Sure enough, Cedric came to Malfoy with his wand in hand.
Malfoy ran decisively, and Cedric was so angry that he chased after him.
The two chased from the Quidditch pitch to Hogwarts Castle.
As a person who exercises all year round, Malfoy obviously has better physical strength.
He managed to escape.
But not long after, Malfoy was ambushed by Daphne, and he hung upside down.
Malfoy was so sad and angry that he almost forgot that Daphne hated him too.
It was John who came and put him down, otherwise Malfoy could hang on until night.
...
Harry had watched Malfoy's match, though he'd hoped Cho Chang would win.
But Malfoy has to crush Qiu Zhang no matter in terms of equipment or technology.
Even more frustrating to Harry than this was the fact that he got two 'd's in Potions.
He could always think of that dream, and he dared not tell Hermione and Ron.
Because he didn't want to be reprimanded again.
The only person who can understand him is probably Sirius.
Too bad Sirius couldn't talk to himself either.
Now Harry is Umbridge's key caretaker, and even the Gryffindor fireplace is under Umbridge's surveillance.
Hedwig was injured by Basil and couldn't send the letter.
Time for Occlumency Teaching.
He was kneeling in Snape's office.
Although he tried hard to clear his brain, he was still forced to relive his childhood memories.
That was not a good thing, he spent most of his childhood under Dudley's bullying.
But even so, facing a Legilimency master, his secret was still discovered.
"What was the last memory?" Snape asked.
"I don't know," Harry asked as he stood up tiredly with a dazed head, "is it the one my cousin wanted me to stand in the toilet?"
"No." Snape's wicked taste hadn't reached that level yet, "it was a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."
There was a flash of panic in Harry's eyes, and he pretended to say calmly, "That...it's nothing."
Snape's eyes were rulers, and he met Harry's aggressively.
Eye contact is key to Legilimency, and Harry blinked away to avoid looking.
Harry still underestimated the Legilimency Master, and Snape said grimly, "How did that man and that house get into your mind, Potter?"
"That was just a dream I had."
Harry continued to avert his eyes, making Snape snort.
After a moment of silence, Snape whispered menacingly, "You should remember what you're here for, Potter."
"You know why I gave up my evening hours to do this nasty job?"
"I know." Harry's attitude became stiff.
It is this attitude.
Snape took a deep breath, like that annoying James Potter.
Arrogant, arrogant.
He and Sirius were absolutely right, and those reprimands sounded like nothing to Harry.
"You are stupid. I thought that after two months, you should have made some progress. How many dreams about the Dark Lord have you had?"
He wanted Harry to tell him the truth and be a fool, at least an honest one.
"Just this one."
Harry had lied, he wasn't even an honest fool now.
"Perhaps, you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter, and you think they make you special and important?" Snape said with a sarcasm in his mouth.
"No," said that again, Harry gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I never thought that way!"
"You're not as good as John Wick," said Snape coldly, "not special or important, nor smart."
Harry gripped his wand tightly.
"Do your own thing, Potter," said Snape, "and you don't need to find out what the Dark Lord said to his Death Eaters."
"Yes, that's your job, isn't it!" Harry yelled at Snape, his head covered in anger.
"Yes, that's my job," Snape was satisfied to see Harry's defense-breaking expression, "Now, are you ready? Let's go again... Legilimency!"
Harry's mind was instantly pulled by the memory, he saw a hundred dementors falling from the sky.
In such a crisis, he saw Snape staring into his face and muttering.
Snape became clearer, and the dementors faded.
Harry blushed, and raised his wand.
"Armor protection! (protego)"
Harry saw Snape's wand flying and staggered to the table.
And in Harry's mind, a memory that didn't belong to him appeared.
Young Snape sat alone in his bedroom...
"enough!"
Harry was shoved hard in the chest, causing him to stagger backwards, hitting the shelf.
Snape turned pale and said coldly, "You are more daring and ignorant than I thought, Potter."
A Restoration Charm was used to restore what had fallen from the shelf.
"That's an improvement. I don't remember telling you to use the Iron Armor Charm, but it certainly works."
"If you can defend yourself with the Iron Armor Curse every second," Snape said coldly, "if you can't, just do it again, don't use the Iron Armor Curse."
Harry felt that Snape wanted revenge on him, but he had no right to refuse.
He was dragged back in.
The difference was that this time when he returned to the corridor, he actually saw the door open.
Even he himself was confused, he had never opened this door.
Snape saw it too, and asked Harry to explain.
But Harry couldn't explain it, he didn't know it himself.
Snape was aggressive, and Harry's anger rose.
"Can you explain why you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I've only heard Death Eaters call him that."
When Snape heard the name and was about to reprimand him, there was movement outside.
...
hall.
Umbridge struck.
Two large boxes were savagely thrown down the stairs and rolled into the hall.
Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, still holding her wand and bottle.
John smiled when he saw this scene.
He took out a letter from the pouch, and Basil flew down to take it away.
As one of the watery duos at Hogwarts, as John expected.
Trelawney succeeded in being the target of surgery before Hagrid because of the blessing she gave Harry last time.
Trelawney screamed, "No! This can't happen, I refuse to accept it!"
She screamed at Umbridge, and her eyes began to search among the Hogwarts crowd.
She wants to find a helper who can help herself.
The smell of alcohol on his body was still so serious that the students who approached couldn't help covering their noses.
To be honest, Trelawney's character of predicting the death of several people every time the school starts, it is really difficult to find helpers at Hogwarts.
"You, you can't!" Trelawney howled unbearably, tears gushing from behind the big glasses, "You can't fire me! I've been here for 16 years! Hogwarts is my home, my home. Home!"
"It used to be."
Umbridge, as the contestant who successfully knocked down Malfoy Hogwarts' most hated list, will not soften his heart just because Trelawney cried.
...
A few feathers flew off this time, and Hagrid was pecked twice.
Called to take Basil away, John glanced at Hedwig.
Poor snowy owl, hiding behind Hagrid now, dare not show his head.
Basil yelled there, but was carried back by John.
He felt that Basil should be given some tasks, otherwise he would be too energetic.
John wrote some letters to get Basil out.
Now the owl hut is free of feathers flying around.
"Thank you." John took a sip of water and thanked Gore, who was smiling very ugly.
Goyle, who took turns serving tea with Crabbe, nearly tripped as he left.
Malfoy leaned over and said, "Umbridge's up to something again."
"Oh?"
John glanced at Malfoy, putting Malfoy in a good mood by running over Harry in Potions.
Taking a peek at Umbridge's record book, Malfoy said swearingly, "We have a professor leaving Hogwarts."
"Is she finally going to do it?"
John was not surprised. After all, Umbridge's personality of wanting to control everything was connoted a wave last time, so how could he not retaliate.
"Who exactly?"
"I didn't see it." Malfoy said with some embarrassment, "I just took a look, and Umbridge came back."
Well, you really can't count on Malfoy too much.
Although I didn't see it, the difference is not big.
Because judging by the current lowest score, it was either Hagrid or Trelawney.
These two people had the most severe points deducted. In addition, it was rare for Trelawney to say good things for Harry in the Connotation Contest, wishing him a long and prosperous heir.
Umbridge's face was almost as black as coal.
So John is still inclined to Trelawney will be fired.
Just don't know when to do it.
If I'm not mistaken, John probably won't be too long.
...
Saturday.
There is a Quidditch match in Slytherin.
John went to watch.
It has to be said that at Hogwarts, except for Harry, basically no one can catch up to Malfoy's Firebolt.
With this foundation, it is simply too easy to defeat anyone.
The trident tactic has been tried and tested, and the cheers of Slytherin resounded throughout the stadium.
On the contrary, the others just had mournful faces, as if for them, Slytherin's victory was not good.
Slytherins were used to it anyway.
They won, and scored a big score.
Singing songs of glory, John saw how smug Malfoy was.
He reminded in a low voice helplessly, "You knocked Cho Chang into the air, and Cedric took out his wand at that time."
Malfoy's complacency faltered, and he showed no mercy when Slytherin played against Ravenclaw.
Facing Qiu Zhang, he didn't show any shame at all, and directly accelerated and sprinted, almost knocking Qiu Zhang into the air.
Really beat our teammate's girlfriend.
After falling to the ground, Qiu Zhang walked away crying, and now he is probably crying in the arms of the student council president.
Sure enough, Cedric came to Malfoy with his wand in hand.
Malfoy ran decisively, and Cedric was so angry that he chased after him.
The two chased from the Quidditch pitch to Hogwarts Castle.
As a person who exercises all year round, Malfoy obviously has better physical strength.
He managed to escape.
But not long after, Malfoy was ambushed by Daphne, and he hung upside down.
Malfoy was so sad and angry that he almost forgot that Daphne hated him too.
It was John who came and put him down, otherwise Malfoy could hang on until night.
...
Harry had watched Malfoy's match, though he'd hoped Cho Chang would win.
But Malfoy has to crush Qiu Zhang no matter in terms of equipment or technology.
Even more frustrating to Harry than this was the fact that he got two 'd's in Potions.
He could always think of that dream, and he dared not tell Hermione and Ron.
Because he didn't want to be reprimanded again.
The only person who can understand him is probably Sirius.
Too bad Sirius couldn't talk to himself either.
Now Harry is Umbridge's key caretaker, and even the Gryffindor fireplace is under Umbridge's surveillance.
Hedwig was injured by Basil and couldn't send the letter.
Time for Occlumency Teaching.
He was kneeling in Snape's office.
Although he tried hard to clear his brain, he was still forced to relive his childhood memories.
That was not a good thing, he spent most of his childhood under Dudley's bullying.
But even so, facing a Legilimency master, his secret was still discovered.
"What was the last memory?" Snape asked.
"I don't know," Harry asked as he stood up tiredly with a dazed head, "is it the one my cousin wanted me to stand in the toilet?"
"No." Snape's wicked taste hadn't reached that level yet, "it was a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."
There was a flash of panic in Harry's eyes, and he pretended to say calmly, "That...it's nothing."
Snape's eyes were rulers, and he met Harry's aggressively.
Eye contact is key to Legilimency, and Harry blinked away to avoid looking.
Harry still underestimated the Legilimency Master, and Snape said grimly, "How did that man and that house get into your mind, Potter?"
"That was just a dream I had."
Harry continued to avert his eyes, making Snape snort.
After a moment of silence, Snape whispered menacingly, "You should remember what you're here for, Potter."
"You know why I gave up my evening hours to do this nasty job?"
"I know." Harry's attitude became stiff.
It is this attitude.
Snape took a deep breath, like that annoying James Potter.
Arrogant, arrogant.
He and Sirius were absolutely right, and those reprimands sounded like nothing to Harry.
"You are stupid. I thought that after two months, you should have made some progress. How many dreams about the Dark Lord have you had?"
He wanted Harry to tell him the truth and be a fool, at least an honest one.
"Just this one."
Harry had lied, he wasn't even an honest fool now.
"Perhaps, you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter, and you think they make you special and important?" Snape said with a sarcasm in his mouth.
"No," said that again, Harry gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I never thought that way!"
"You're not as good as John Wick," said Snape coldly, "not special or important, nor smart."
Harry gripped his wand tightly.
"Do your own thing, Potter," said Snape, "and you don't need to find out what the Dark Lord said to his Death Eaters."
"Yes, that's your job, isn't it!" Harry yelled at Snape, his head covered in anger.
"Yes, that's my job," Snape was satisfied to see Harry's defense-breaking expression, "Now, are you ready? Let's go again... Legilimency!"
Harry's mind was instantly pulled by the memory, he saw a hundred dementors falling from the sky.
In such a crisis, he saw Snape staring into his face and muttering.
Snape became clearer, and the dementors faded.
Harry blushed, and raised his wand.
"Armor protection! (protego)"
Harry saw Snape's wand flying and staggered to the table.
And in Harry's mind, a memory that didn't belong to him appeared.
Young Snape sat alone in his bedroom...
"enough!"
Harry was shoved hard in the chest, causing him to stagger backwards, hitting the shelf.
Snape turned pale and said coldly, "You are more daring and ignorant than I thought, Potter."
A Restoration Charm was used to restore what had fallen from the shelf.
"That's an improvement. I don't remember telling you to use the Iron Armor Charm, but it certainly works."
"If you can defend yourself with the Iron Armor Curse every second," Snape said coldly, "if you can't, just do it again, don't use the Iron Armor Curse."
Harry felt that Snape wanted revenge on him, but he had no right to refuse.
He was dragged back in.
The difference was that this time when he returned to the corridor, he actually saw the door open.
Even he himself was confused, he had never opened this door.
Snape saw it too, and asked Harry to explain.
But Harry couldn't explain it, he didn't know it himself.
Snape was aggressive, and Harry's anger rose.
"Can you explain why you call Voldemort the Dark Lord? I've only heard Death Eaters call him that."
When Snape heard the name and was about to reprimand him, there was movement outside.
...
hall.
Umbridge struck.
Two large boxes were savagely thrown down the stairs and rolled into the hall.
Trelawney stood in the middle of the hall, still holding her wand and bottle.
John smiled when he saw this scene.
He took out a letter from the pouch, and Basil flew down to take it away.
As one of the watery duos at Hogwarts, as John expected.
Trelawney succeeded in being the target of surgery before Hagrid because of the blessing she gave Harry last time.
Trelawney screamed, "No! This can't happen, I refuse to accept it!"
She screamed at Umbridge, and her eyes began to search among the Hogwarts crowd.
She wants to find a helper who can help herself.
The smell of alcohol on his body was still so serious that the students who approached couldn't help covering their noses.
To be honest, Trelawney's character of predicting the death of several people every time the school starts, it is really difficult to find helpers at Hogwarts.
"You, you can't!" Trelawney howled unbearably, tears gushing from behind the big glasses, "You can't fire me! I've been here for 16 years! Hogwarts is my home, my home. Home!"
"It used to be."
Umbridge, as the contestant who successfully knocked down Malfoy Hogwarts' most hated list, will not soften his heart just because Trelawney cried.
...
