Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 110 Three Years of Confinement
The next day, with Harry separated, Ron and Hermione pretended that the other was a cloud of super-enriched air.

If Harry didn't cherish his renewed friendship with Ron so much, he probably wouldn't want to talk to Ron either, annoyed by Professor Snape's detention.

"I don't have much time to study golden eggs..." At dinner on Wednesday, Harry sighed and used a fork to pick up a sweet corn cake, and the horrible scene of Cedric holding the Triwizard Cup and Zhang Qiugui was repeated. He rehearsed it in his head.

"Actually, what you lack is not time. How long does a confinement cost you? What you lack is ideas." Hermione said wisely, "So I plan to go to the library to check some materials that may be useful. You can ask Professor Peddie."

Harry's eyes lit up, "That's right, why don't we try to use the magic space to explore the nature of the golden egg?"

He finished dinner perfunctorily, ran straight back to the Gryffindor common room, opened a magic space around the golden egg, carefully observed the disturbance caused by the golden egg, and he soon discovered that this disturbance spoke to humans The fluctuations are very similar.

Harry's heart was pounding, could it be that an unknown language was hidden in the golden egg?

He opened the golden egg again, but there was still a piercing scream coming from inside, maybe this is the language of the banshee, Harry thought angrily.

Time was running out, he threw the golden egg back into the box, ran to the basement to be locked up, took a deep breath, and knocked on Snape's door.

"Come in!" Snape called.

Harry walked into the room with some trepidation. After Professor Slughorn retired, this was the first time he came to the Potions teacher's office. The coldness in the room made him shiver uncontrollably.

Snape has no homework to correct now. He set up a large cauldron in his office, and some kind of dark green potion was boiling in the cauldron. Harry's task was to help and find the medicine Snape asked for in the medicine cabinet. Potion raw materials, and then do some processing properly.

Harry was busy for four and a half hours. Except for some necessary orders, Snape didn't say a word. When the hour hand pointed to 10:30, Snape finally spoke.

"Okay, Potter, let's go here."

Harry was still holding a handful of slimy slugs and frog livers in his hands. The scraper used to process potion raw materials cut his knuckles into several big gashes, and repeatedly bent and straightened him, making his back ache. .

"Okay, Professor Snape, I'm sorry, I hurt you." Harry said, put down the things in his hands, and began to clean his hands in the basin next to him, already thinking about how to continue his research. Egg.

But Snape didn't intend to let Harry go. The office door was still closed behind them. He reached into his robe pocket and approached Harry step by step. Under the dim light, his deep-set eye sockets Thick shadows were cast by the nose and the high nose, and the scars on the cheeks looked even more hideous.

Harry straightened up and stopped what he was doing. Seeing Snape's movements and expression, Harry subconsciously took two steps back, feeling a little terrified in his heart.

"Professor Snape?"

He knew that Professor Snape's hand must be holding a wand, but he didn't believe that Professor Snape would do anything bad. Although he looked terrible on the outside, he believed that the professor was kind on the inside. He had seen Snape Poe was bandaged at St. Mungo's, grading a pile of potions papers...

Snape froze for a few seconds, looking at Harry as if making a difficult decision.

"Sir, are you...are you uncomfortable?" Harry asked tentatively, while grabbing the doorknob with trembling hands. He tried to twist it, but found that the door was locked and could not be opened.

Harry pulled his hand back from the doorknob, and he could barely keep his composure as cold sweat rolled down his brow.

"You're afraid of me, Potter," Snape whispered, pulling his wand out of his pocket. Harry gasped, but Snape just tapped the tip of the wand on the doorknob. .

"Professor..." Harry stared at the tip of Snape's staff, trying to reassure him.

"You are frighteningly similar to your father, but he is completely different from you in that he is not afraid of me." Snape stretched out his crippled left hand, "I'm just a cripple with many scars, what is there to be afraid of?"

Harry was scratching his head trying to figure out how to answer, completely bewildered.

"Professor, what's wrong with you? Your hand was injured, but the impressive performance duel between you and Professor Peddie proved that this does not affect that you are a very brilliant wizard, and you are still Saved the life of Professor Peddie... I respect you very much, but your current performance and actions are indeed frightening..."

Harry's words had an effect, Snape lowered his wand, and the two of them kept looking at each other, black eyes to green eyes.

"It seems that until now no one has told you what happened before, so that you still think your father is an upright hero."

Harry vaguely remembered what his parents had said in Grimmauld Place.

"No! My mother mentioned you, and then my father said he was sorry he didn't save you!"

"He didn't save me!" Snape growled.

Harry's anger also rose, and he almost pressed against the tip of Snape's nose, roaring louder than Snape.

"I don't know what happened before, anyway, that's what my father said! If your injury is related to my parents, I can pay them for them. Come on, kill me! Or, worse - imprison me for three years confinement!"

There was a moment of silence, the two of them staring at each other closely, Harry staring unflinchingly into Snape's eyes, enough to stare back a Hungarian Horntail, before Snape averted his gaze after a few seconds , took a step back and folded his arms around his chest.

There was a strange, almost grinning expression on Snape's face, as if Harry's righteous declaration had been a little amusing to him.

"How about I imprison you for three years and then kill you?" He said with a sneer.

Harry guessed it was just a bad joke, but he didn't dare to laugh.

"Actually, I was just thinking about whether I should keep you here and tell you something," Snape said softly, "It is said that in the Triwizard Tournament, the warriors need to solve the puzzles independently, but Cheating... is the practice of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Professor Snape, are you talking about... the golden egg?" The turn from horror to surprise was so sharp that Harry couldn't believe his ears for a moment.

"Go and take a shower, Potter." He stepped forward and opened the door, and gave Harry a cold eviction order, "Come on, go to bed quickly, and don't let me see you running wildly in the corridor again, otherwise, I will imprison you for three years."

(End of this chapter)