Chapter 250: Threaten

In response to this grand event in the magical and educational circles, the "Prophet Daily" reported a lack of stamina for the Triwizard Tournament. Some of the information published afterwards seems to be old-fashioned things, and there is no happy news that people hope to see content.
Ordinary wizards always have a soft spot for some lace news. They are very interested in the emotional entanglement about the warriors reported by Rita Skeeter last time, but the Daily Prophet does not If they meet their requirements, they may not be satisfied.
Because their special correspondent, Rita Skeet, has become maddened, as if she has experienced some great stimulation.
The woman lost all her manuscripts, and the shorthand quill pen was broken, and she lay quietly in her handbag.
This is the only wealth she still retains.
She seemed to have been looted by the robbers and suffered a lot of trauma.
Moody tortured her with a weakened heart-drilling curse. His mastery of black magic was perfect, and he was able to control the use of magic, because he knew that sometimes the pain would make people die. So he restrained himself.
Even so, poor Rita was almost crazy under torture, losing her consciousness and memory. In order to be safe, Moody specifically cast a forgetting spell on her.
When she made up a lie wantonly and painfully "punched" some people who didn't have the right to speak against her, maybe she didn't think she would be tortured by such a horrible one day.
In short, the wizarding media community calmed down a lot after this accident. In order to piece together the page, the Prophet Daily even turned up the old Chinese calendar hundreds of years ago and introduced the hegemony game a long time ago to make up for the emptiness of their content.
After all, not everyone has Rita's talent and her magical quill pen, which can write false, but disturbing news.
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After entering March, the weather became clearer, but every time he came to the field outside, the cold wind still blew the students' hands and faces. The owls couldn't send the letter in time because the strong wind always blew them away from the target.
The students of Slytherin and Gryffindor were quietly doing the experiments that Snape had arranged for them in the potions classroom. The greasy hawk-nosed man wandered like a ghost in Gryffindor. Around students, staring at their movements intently.
Of course, this is not to say that he is serious and responsible, but that he hopes to use this to deduct their score.
"Potter, I remember I said it more than once in class-wormwood infusion was mixed with daffodil root powder before pouring into the crucible..." Snape's dark eyes flashed With a vicious light.
"Sorry, Professor, I forgot." The wooden chair beneath Harry creaked, and then he stood up and said.
"Yeah, our warriors know nothing about the knowledge in the class, but they are unexpectedly proficient in some strange knowledge." Snape said in his cold voice.
Then he stretched his head to the side of Harry's ear and said coldly in the voice Harry just heard: "Don't think I don't know who secretly entered my office, not you, at least you Companions."
Before waiting for Harry to reply, Snape continued: "Don't try to quibble, I will have a way to verify that you are lying."
Snape's eyes flickered. He reached into his black robe. For a moment, Harry thought that Snape would pull out his wand and spell him—then he saw Snape pull out a small crystal bottle with a clear and transparent potion in it. Harry looked carefully.
"Do you know what this is, Potter?" Snape said, his eyes glowing again.
"I don't know." Harry said.
"This is a real agent—a potion that teaches you to tell the truth. The effect is very strong. With only three drops, you can reveal the secrets in your heart and let all students listen to them." Snape said fiercely. "Of course, the Ministry of Magic has very strict rules to control the use of this potion. But you must be extra careful, otherwise I will miss,"-he shakes the crystal bottle slightly-"pour the pumpkin on your dinner Juice. Then, Potter... and then we will find out if you have been to my office."
"Harry, don't worry, he doesn't dare." Hermione looked at Harry and whispered comfortingly, when Snape had already left here, and instead walked around the students of Slytherin and began to guide them The potion is brewed.
"Unless he wants to be detained in Azkaban!" Hermione said exaggeratedly for better comfort.
This is of course not the case, just using veritaserum, even if it is abused, it will not be detained to Azkaban.
Harry didn't speak. He turned to his root again, picked up the knife, and began to cut them into pieces again. He hated the kind of truth-pouring agent Snape talked about, and he thought that Snape might secretly spray him a few drops.
Harry felt that the hatred that Esnapp had shown to him in the past, even if he was to be detained in Azkaban, he would not mind starting with himself
He imagined that if Snape really did this, he wouldn’t know what to say in his mouth, and at the thought of it, he couldn’t help but shudder... He would cause many people into trouble,
selfless
Professor Moody, who has given him many help, will surely be implicated, as well as his love for a certain girl and her jealousy for her boyfriend. These inner dark feelings are enough to make people crazy.
At this time, someone knocked on the door outside the classroom, interrupting Harry's concerns.
"Come in." Snape said in his usual voice.
The door opened, and the whole class looked away. Professor Kakalov came in, and everyone looked at him to Snape's podium. He rolled his goatee with his fingers, looking restless.
"We need to talk." Kakalov just came to Snape and said suddenly. He seemed to make up his mind not to let anyone hear what he said, so his lips hardly moved, as if he were a very lame ventriloquist expert. Harry stared at the root in front of him, listening closely.
"I'll talk to you again after class, Kakalov." Snape whispered, but Kakarov interrupted him.
"I want to talk now~EbookFREE.me~ When you can't slip away, Severus. You have been hiding from me since the second game." Kakarov lowered his voice. , "I didn't give the warrior of your college zero points in my face"
"Let's talk later," Snape said sternly.
"Right now, things are very urgent!" Kakarov kept his feet, and looked at Snape with his cold, sharp eyes. "If I suffer, it's not just me who is in trouble!" Kakarov's voice lowered for a moment.
Snape was silent for a while, then scanned the whole class with his deep black eyes.
"The principal of Demstrand now has very important things to discuss with me." He gave such a lame excuse. "You will continue to configure the potions you have just taught you for the next two lessons. I will check after I come back."
Then the two hurried out of the classroom and began to communicate.
Their voice was very low, even if the students in the classroom raised their ears and listened carefully, wanting to hear that one and a half points, it was very difficult.