novelraw Chapter 179 (5.29 Part 2) Poison
Chapter 179 (5.29 Part 2) Poison
"I don't understand what Malfoy and I are doing now." Harry looked at the blond Slytherin boy in front of him with weird eyes like watching a troll do a math problem, "but Mr. Malfoy probably needs to go to Madam Pomfrey's A trip... I suspect he has the Imperius Curse."
Or... had taken the love potion by mistake?Or he lost in a game of truth or dare.
Otherwise there is no other "scientific" explanation.
Oh, looking at the expression of this little Slytherin, Harry suddenly had the illusion that he was bullying a child.
The insulting words Malfoy used on Harley earlier were far more exaggerated than hers, okay?
"No, it's nothing, Professor Snape," Malfoy sniffed (?) "Then... I won't bother you, Miss Potter should be looking for you."
He shuffled, bowed his head and walked away.
Now the only target of Professor Snape's "cold" sight attack is Harry.
"Don't ask me what happened to Malfoy, I'm even more surprised." Harry shrugged.
Snape didn't say much, just opened the offices a little more, turned sideways, "Come in."
"What's the business of a little warrior from Gryffindor coming to the humble house?" Snape held the door, which didn't close completely when Harry came in, "if you're here to show off your dragon taming skills to your old potions master , you can go out now."
Harry looked at the homework that had been piled up on his desk, sat down on the chair in front of his desk, and straightened the hem of his school robe, "I thought you didn't read it, Professor."
Snape snorted before closing the office door, "I didn't go to see it, but your heroic deeds have spread throughout Hogwarts."
Harry looked up and watched Professor Snape sit down on the high-backed chair behind the desk again, "Why don't you go? Professor, you don't want to cheer me on?"
"Watching an ignorant Gryffindor being burned to death by a dragon?" Snape lowered his head to correct his homework, "I'm not interested in that."
Actually...he didn't think his heart could bear the shock of Lily's daughter standing alone in front of a fire dragon...
He would definitely go up and fight the dragon, and Dumbledore probably thought so, so he arranged for him to search Umbridge's office that day.
He did detect that there was someone in the locked box, most likely Umbridge himself, but in order to avoid alarming others - there was no clue about the Horcruxes hidden at Hogwarts - he did not open the box. (That being said...he wasn't very active in saving this cunning and evil Ministry official.)
Harry, who was sitting across the desk, curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "The fire in the fire dragon's mouth was the first attack point I thought about countermeasures—it couldn't be simpler..."
"It's very simple, for a reckless Robin!" Snape finally couldn't bear it anymore, and threw the red quill in his hand, "But this Robin forgot that he is a witch! Obviously an 'eye sickness spell' can To solve the problem, you have to put on a show!"
Harry blinked, "Could it be...Professor, you are also from the Fire Dragon Protection Association?"
"What?" Snape frowned. "Of course I don't care about the dragon's life or death! You'd be better off killing it! I just took this opportunity to get some fresh potion ingredients..."
"This is not the point I want to express..." He shook his head with a very sad expression, "You should be more cautious!!! No wizard can fight a dragon like you! High-tech bows and arrows? Scarecrow's fear gas? Too many leaks The weapon of identity!"
"You should be thankful that there are no students in Hogwarts who read American newspapers, otherwise it's only a matter of time before your Robin identity is dug out!"
He folded his arms, narrowed his eyes, and threatened, "I should write to Wayne and tell him what you did at school!"
Harry made a bitter face, "Can I tell him after a while? When I really can't figure it out? He doesn't know anything now. He and Grandpa Afu have already worried enough about Gotham and the Justice League ..."
Snape was unmoved.
Harry rolled his eyes, "If I say that I still have some Scarecrow's fear gas in my hand... Concentrated..."
The furrow between Snape's brows deepened.
"Of course I'm not trying to bribe you!" Harry quickly waved his hands "fakely", "This was originally a Christmas present for you, the professor, um..."
"Hmph—" Look at what Lily's daughter has been raised by Wayne!He actually thought of buying him with Muggle gas!
But... Scarecrow's fear gas was indeed one of the three things that Snape was most interested in in Gotham.The other two are poison ivy spores and clown gas.
The last one was too dangerous, and Snape himself knew he couldn't get his hands on it.He was sure that Bruce Wayne would have put him in Arkham as soon as he had had the slightest thought of the Joker's poison.
"I won't tell Wayne, it's not because of your bribe!" He emphasized, "It's because we really need this game to delay time and draw out the mastermind."
He didn't hide from Harry that Hogwarts had a Horcrux, whether Dumbledore agreed or not.
Harley has proven that she is capable enough to deal with danger, and the sharing of information is very important to the battle situation.
Another part of the reason that Snape didn't say was that he himself hoped to prove to Wayne that he, Dumbledore and other wizards had the ability to protect Harry and the wizarding world.This is their own war.
"Anyway, at least you saved your own life." Snape squeezed the space between his brows, "but don't expect me to praise you."
"Thank you, Professor." Harry smiled slightly. To Professor Snape, these are already considered praises. "I will bring the scarecrow's poisonous gas during the next make-up class."
Hmph, that cunning girl can always step on his dead spot.
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As Christmas approaches, there are more invisible pink bubbles in the air of the castle than on Valentine's Day.
In order to make a good impression on the guests coming from afar, the administrator Filch almost put his life on the line - anyone who dared to leave a fingerprint on his spotlessly polished picture frame would chase after him with a broom Who hit!
Even the thousand-year-old armor of the castle has been washed to shine, and even the professors have given magic to sing Christmas carols.
The mistletoe was already hung up, and the girls giggled as they passed.
Ron, Neville and other Gryffindor boys have been complaining about why the girls have to act in groups, so that they can hardly find a chance to "hands down" the invitation.
How stupid it is to invite a certain girl, how can more girls see it?
Boys certainly don't understand girls' secrets, they get together because they need to share information about clothes and beauty makeup all the time!
They are not scary boys who put on crumpled dresses and just go straight to the stage!
At this time, the Slytherin male students who have always been disliked suddenly became more acceptable... At least most of them, influenced by the cumbersome etiquette of pure-blood wizards, know how to put hairspray on their hair on important occasions , Ironing clothes.
In the past few days, when the girls met, they got together and exchanged enthusiastically about clothing choices and dance partner invitations.
They shared their thoughts on Mrs. Malkin's Robe Shop -
"She has been making school uniforms all her life, and she has long been far away from trends."
Even more gossip about the latest situation of the girls on campus——
"Does any of you know what Furong's dress looks like?"
"Furong is half a veela, she can make boys fall in love with whatever she wears."
Although Harley is not very enthusiastic about her partner, if this public appearance cannot be avoided, she can't lose points on her image!
Uncle Bruce is always fooling around outside, and he never misses the suits he shows in public.
Moreover, getting together with these girls can naturally screen out all timid inviters.
Come to think of it, Malfoy caught her when she was alone!
"I really hope the school will let us go to Hogsmeade again," Queenie said while eating at the long table in the Great Hall, checking her little makeup bag. "I don't think the color of my lipstick matches my grandma's dress take."
She carefully compared the colors of each one, "The lipstick and lip glaze I brought are too red, I need a gentle color."
Halle agreed, and Queenie's dress was a light pink with a nude color, which was very gentle.
Among the fifth-year Gryffindor girls, only Harley, Queenie, and Hermione have Muggle cosmetics in their hands, and all three belong to the class of people with few supplies but good ones.But Hermione's hair needs a magic "speed detangler" to fix it - which a Ravenclaw girl generously shared the other day.
"This 'Speed Smoother' is still your family's brand," Hermione looked at her notes, "Your grandfather later sold this brand." *
And only Hermione is serious enough to research the historical background of a hair slippery agent.
"It's really easy to use, but it's too troublesome." Hermione was a little regretful, "So I don't usually use it, I'd rather spend this time in the library."
Harry had borrowed some of her grandfather's hair-slimming lotion from Hermione, and if it worked for Hermione's shaggy hair, it must have done wonders for hers.
Maybe grandpa got inspiration and experience from the Potter family's ancestral hair quality?
Harry looked at Queenie who was still researching on lipstick beside her. Today she did not discuss her dancing partner for the first time.
"You already...have a partner?"
Queenie nodded, "George invited me."
"You promised?"
"Why not? He's so funny." Queenie got herself a piece of cream cake and brought Harry the scrambled egg whites prepared by the house elves, which no one at the long table would eat except Harry anyway.
"Besides, I can accurately distinguish the two of them every time, which moved George very much, of course he didn't say it clearly." Queenie shrugged.
"I wanted to push Fred to go with you, but Fred invited Angelina."
If it's Fred...Harry thought about it, it's actually not bad.No one is going to get me wrong, everyone is essentially hanging out together.
"How many... have you rejected this week?" Queenie asked quietly.
"Seven or eight..." Harry sighed.
"You don't like any of them?"
"I don't even know the names of some boys," Harry said bitterly. "There's also a sophomore..."
"The ones I'm most familiar with are those from the same department, and I just greeted them on the way." She whispered to Queenie, "It's not that I don't understand why they want to find me... It's just that fame is like that Is it important? Don't they want to... take this opportunity to get close to the girl they really like?"
"Maybe you're the girl they like? You're pretty too."
"How is it possible... I have barely spoken to those boys, how can I fall in love without getting to know each other?" Harry shook his head, "Besides, based on looks alone, I am not as beautiful as Furong. We should line up to find Furong..."
"According to Rita, I'm a 'naughty', 'incomprehensible', 'unappreciative', 'uneducated' rich lady...boys can't all like me unless they are For my vain fame."
"It's hard to say... There will be more people looking for you like this." Queenie made a face, "Because they might think you have big breasts, no brains, rich and easy to cheat. Think about it, Wayne Mr.'s character is also the second generation of foolish money and rich, but you can see the models and actors pasted on him one after another..."
Hermione leaned over at this time, and she also lowered her voice——
"Harry, you'd better make sure quickly, of course I'm not urging you to just find one..."
"Some girls are already complaining about you in private - mainly from other colleges. Because the boys they want to wait for are now waiting for you..."
"For example, Pansy Parkinson, she invited Malfoy, but..." Hermione moved closer, as if she also knew how explosive the next words would be, and could not be heard by others, "Malfoy said he was When you change your mind, he said that as long as you haven't finalized your partner, he still has hope..."
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*James Potter's parents are named Fremont Potter (Fleamont) and Euphemia Potter (Euphemia), and they are very old.Fremont and Euphemia lived to James' wedding, but Harry was never seen.They died of dragon pox (a wizarding disease, Queenie and Tina's parents also died of dragon pox.)
Fremont Potter's hair detangler (which Hermione wore at the Yule Ball) quadrupled the family fortune, and he sold the business when he retired.
All of the above are stories from the Pottermore Potter family.