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Chapter 278 The stillborn bait plan

The bait scheme was aborted from the start.

Because Hermione felt that it was too dangerous later, if Harry insisted on using it as a bait.

If something really happened, it wasn't a fake bait scheme, but a rush to give the head to the Death Eaters.

When the risk outweighs the gain, Hermione is firmly against it.

It's just that they didn't know that Harry was originally a bait, a bait used to catch Voldemort.

From the very beginning their plan had no chance of success.

When he got back that night, Harry lay on the bed, unable to sleep, tossing and turning, thinking dull.

In fact, he didn't mind being the bait himself.

As long as the Death Eater was caught, as long as it brought Voldemort an unbearable price, what could be done as bait once?

With all these thoughts in mind, Harry closed his eyes.

When he woke up the next day, his mind was still full of the things he experienced yesterday, and the things he saw in Professor Dumbledore's memory.

In fact, he knew Barty Crouch Jr., so he should recognize him when we meet again.

In that dream, what Voldemort told Barty Crouch Jr. was likely to deal with him.

But the problem is, I haven't seen him in Hogwarts.

This was where Harry got a headache.

Immediately, I felt that Hogwarts was full of people who wanted to take their own lives.

Everyone looked like a Death Eater.

Touching his head, Harry felt that his brain had become a little bigger for a while.

I think about so many things every day, and I am still busy with the Triwizard Tournament, and I have to think about this and that.

God, don't let him know who that Death Eater is hiding in Hogwarts.

Harry gritted his teeth, eyes full of anger.

Otherwise, he would definitely bring a group of professors to talk to that Death Eater about his future life.

God knows how much adventure this Triwizard Tournament has brought him, and he thinks about this and that every day.

What if one day, I died suddenly because of too much anxiety.

The first period was Potions class, and Harry was listless when he went to class.

He really couldn't arouse any interest.

During this Potions class, the first thing he thought of was not Professor Snape's cold face but the fish gill weed that Moody had told him yesterday.

Irgillweed that can be used in Triwizard Tournament [-].

Eating codgrass allows a person to breathe underwater for a period of time and move freely.

Yesterday, Harry felt unsafe and told Hermione.

And Hermione, who was familiar with all kinds of books and spent many years in the library, expressed her affirmation after hearing it.

This is not a good idea.

"Harry, Harry."

Snape glanced at him incredulously.

Could it be that I have been so nice to this kid recently that I dared to lose my mind in my class.

"What is the main potion for the Potion of Delight, Harry."

"what?"

It wasn't until someone pushed his arm that Harry regained his composure.

It's just that he would rather be immersed in his own fantasy than face the frosty Professor Snape.

Fortunately, he has seen and learned this kind of potion.

After recovering briefly, he answered Professor Snape's question.

Today is to learn the knowledge in the textbook, there is no strange potion smell in the basement, and nothing such as the explosion of the cauldron will happen.

"Harry, Harry."

As Snape walked elsewhere, George and Fred also called Harry.

They had to make sure their voices were quiet enough for Harry to hear.

If Snape overheard them by accident, their good days might come to an end again.

"what happened?"

Harry glanced at Professor Snape, and when he realized that his attention was not here, he hurriedly asked.

"I don't know if you have chosen your partner for the dance."

The two said in unison.

While speaking, he also made movements with his hands.

There was a little joy on his face, and Harry believed he was right.

He subconsciously glanced at where Hermione was.

Just in time to find her looking up at him.

What's in that eye?
Joy, anticipation, worry, fear.

All kinds of emotions are intertwined, making people unclear but roughly aware of her thoughts.

"It is estimated that Ron will not have a dance partner, Harry, do you have any?"

The two brothers asked again, accidentally injuring Ron who was watching the battle.

It can be said that the two of them did this on purpose.

Natural funny little expert.

Harry heard, and glanced at Hermione again.

The group of girls around Hermione whispered, watching the smiles on their faces and the eyes that glanced over from time to time.

Especially Hermione's complicated eyes.

It made Harry want to look that way, but was afraid to look that way.

"Harry, who are you going to have as your dance partner?"

Ron approached Harry, his eyes flicked from time to time, and he said in a low voice.

Just as Harry was about to speak, a pair of big hands pressed it down.

He and Ron's heads were pushed down hard.

Turning around, Professor Snape stared at Ron with dissatisfied eyes.

As for Harry... the one who got hurt.

"I haven't figured it out yet, but I think... I might... have already identified who it is. I'll go over and ask later."

After Professor Snape left with his book.

Harry hesitated for a moment before turning his head and whispering to Ron.

If there is no accident... No, even if there is an accident, he will ask her.

"Who? Hermione?"

Hermione sat across from Harry, and by the time the two of them had started discussing who they were going to dance with, her attention was already off her books.

She looked up just now, just in time to see Harry's eyes looking this way from time to time.

How to do?
Will he ask me?
So should I say no or say yes?

Will he ask?

With excitement, with anxiety, Hermione continued to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two of them.

Instead, the girl next to her came over and whispered some unknown words in her ear.

There was a smile on her lips when Harry saw her.

"Yes, that's right, it's her."

Harry didn't know how he was in the mood to answer Ron's question.

It may be joy, or it may be the long-lost relaxation.

Anyway, that's what he said.

"I knew it, between you and Hermione"

Ron didn't go on with the rest, and Harry didn't go on listening.

Because of a pair of big hands, it came again.

After severely pressing the heads of Harry and Ron down.

When he raised his hand, Snape gave Hermione a meaningful look.

What's in that look?

No one knows.

Maybe he remembered someone again, through Harry, because of Harry.

(End of this chapter)