Chapter 338: Weak confession

Harry wanted to pull away from the dream at this time to wake himself up, but inexplicably found himself involuntarily again.
"Severus, you don't need to inquire, I already know."
The name trembles sharply in his spirit.
The scene was distorted again, and Harry found himself standing tall now, sitting in a cold chair, holding the armrests on both sides of the seat, slowly rubbing, cool and refreshing.
He was looking down on everything in front of him.
The man in black robe I saw in the dream last time raised his head at this time, revealing his true appearance.
The waxy face of the man under the cloak, the dark eyes, and the bitterness of the enemy were revealed.
That was the man he couldn't hate anymore, his potion teacher—Severus Snape.
This woke Harry completely.
That was Snape, the man he hated most.
He opened his eyes and the ceiling was in his eyes. It was already morning. He panicked a piece of clothing and put it on. He picked up his wand and couldn't even button it, so he hurriedly opened the door. , Running all the way, rushing towards Professor McGonagall's office.
Several students in the Gryffindor lounge looked at Harry in surprise.
Even the breakfast time has not yet arrived, so only a few people are needed.
The fat lady at the door was shocked, and hurriedly pulled her pajamas.
"Professor McGonagall." Harry swiftly shuttled between the hallways, shouting nonstop, flapping the wooden door of her office, and then the door suddenly opened with a creak, so he almost lost his balance and fell forward.
"Potter? What happened, panicked?" Professor McGonagall was leaning over not long ago, holding a quill pen in his hand, not knowing what was being written.
Presumably as a vice principal, there are also some trivial matters that need to be dealt with.
After being disturbed by Harry, the old lady raised her head, frowning subconsciously, and looked at Harry with some embarrassment.
She really doesn't like this flamboyant behavior.
"Dumbledore is going to duel with Grindelwald. The place is in the Ministry of Magic. The time is after Christmas."
Harry said breathlessly, his words amazing.
"What plot is Voldemort planning, he may collude with Grindelwald to target Professor Dumbledore!"
Harry said immediately.
"Potter, you may have to get Mrs. Pomfrey to prescribe medicine. Your spirits look bad, maybe you haven't waken up yet?" Professor McGonagall spent a long time before chewing the message in Harry's mouth. , And of course it was directly judged that this was his sleeplessness.
She pulled out the cabinet in front of her, rummage through it a few times, and took out a sealed iron box with simple patterns engraved on it.
Then threw it to Harry.
Harry caught it subconsciously and shook it a few times, making a rattling sound.
"By the way, here are a few salamander biscuits, do you want to try it? Maybe it will relax a lot, it is said to be able to treat insomnia." Professor McGonagall suggested.
"It might be better to eat." She continued to Harry, and then turned around again to deal with her affairs.
"Professor McGonagall, my brain is sober." Harry felt a little bit angry, then emphasized.
"Snape betrayed Dumbledore, I saw it with my own eyes! And Umbridge, she is also collaborating with Voldemort!" Harry said loudly.
"You saw it with your own eyes? And Umbridge?"
"The conversation between the mysterious man and Severus?"
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened deep in his eyes because of aging, and he turned his head again, staring at Harry with majesty, and said quickly.
"Oh, it's impossible. The mysterious man won't come to Hogwarts, as long as Dumbledore is still alive."
"You must have hallucinations."
"As for Umbridge, she is the Minister of the Ministry of Magic..." Professor McGonagall rubbed some shrivelled fingers in the temple.
"Well, Potter, I know that Professor Snape occasionally makes you difficult. The relationship between you two is not good, but this is by no means the reason why you can slander him."
"Every professor deserves respect, even if you don't like him." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a second or two before saying this.
Maybe I thought of a professor of prophecy.
Professor McGonagall now thinks he is talking nonsense.
"Maybe I need to limit your activities so that you don't do stupid things."
"It's not very peaceful outside now." She continued to shake her head.
Professor McGonagall whispered and turned serious.
"Argus?" she shouted towards the door.
The elderly janitor quickly heard Professor McGonagall's call, hurrying to hug his beloved pet-Mrs. Lorris, and came in with another lantern carrying a lantern that he did not know how long it had been extinguished.
"Cough." Professor McGonagall coughed slightly at this moment.
Then he picked up the quill pen, wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, and handed it over.
"Tell me about it."
Professor McGonagall told Filch.
"Okay, Professor." Filch bowed to Professor McGonagall and then left the office.
Sometimes, the value of people is reflected when they are asked.
"Okay, Harry, don't worry about Professor Dumbledore. What you should worry about now is your studies." Professor McGonagall helped her thin black frame at this time.
"According to my observation, if you want to be an Auror, you still need to work hard, at least four subjects must be excellent."
Professor McGonagall picked up a table book from the desk at this time, which recorded the results of all the students. As long as she swiped her finger, the pen and ink on the parchment began to automatically spread out and condense, and you can find a student from All achievements from the time of enrollment till now also include the glory or points deducted for the college.
"Your potion is dangerous..." she said staring at Harry's performance.
Then Professor McGonagall had a ideological education in front of Harry, destroying Harry for a long time, and didn't let him leave until the first class was about to begin.
It's just that Harry didn't listen at all.
He is now thinking about how to inform Dumbledore of this news.
He immediately found Ron and Hermione to discuss countermeasures.
Only his two friends, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will trust him unconditionally.
Coincidentally, he ran into them in the hallway.
So the three of them hid in a shadowy corner under a tall samurai sculpture and began to talk.
It's not appropriate to talk about it. Most of the time, Harry is talking alone.
After he confided, Hermione did not express any opinion, stood in the hallway for a while, then suddenly said:
"Okay, Harry, we should go to the history of magic. It seems that today we will talk about the origin of the medieval umbrella curse." Hermione made Harry's eyes wink.
Harry and Ron understood this.
Behind them, Snape dragged his long black robe through the corridor, turning a blind eye to them.
"We'll find a suitable place to say these things afterwards." Hermione raised her finger and shook left and right in front of Harry's eyes, whispering quickly. 21010