HP Magic Biography

Your social life is unquestionably - absurd, Miss Granger.

A cold voice came from behind, I must ask you not to discuss such topics in our class, so... deduct ten points. Snape had already walked to them.

At this time, the whole class was staring at them.

Malfoy had a chance to show off in front of Harry with the magazine.

Ah, are you still reading magazines under the table? Snape snatched up Beauty Weekly, Hmph, another ten points will be deducted..., of course...

Snape's dark eyes lit up suddenly when he saw Rita Skeeter's article, Potter has to keep up with his broken heart...

The laughter of the Slytherin group echoed in the dungeon, and Mr. Snape showed a dissatisfied smile on his thin lips. To annoy Harry, he started reading aloud. Harry Potter's Secret Headache - oh, dear, what's giving you such a pain? - a different boy, maybe . . .

Harry felt his face burn. Snape paused after each sentence, and the Slytherins laughed like hell. The article was ten times worse for Snape to read.

Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that next time he will set his heart on someone more deserving.

It's touching! Professor Snape smiled contemptuously, rolling up the magazine. Well, I think I'd better separate the three of you so that you can concentrate on my lecture without three or four corners of your relationship. Weasley, you stay there, Miss Greenger, you go to Miss Parkinson. Bo Te, go to the table in front of me, switch seats now.

Harry tossed his ingredients and bag into his cauldron angrily, dragging it to the empty table at the front of the dungeon.

Snape followed him, sitting on his desk watching Harry remove the contents of the cauldron.

Harry decided not to look at Snape, grinding the beetle into a paste for Snape's face. When the other students fell silent, Snape said, All this stress swells your already oversized head.

Harry said nothing.

He knew Snape was being provocative again, he'd done it before. Undoubtedly finding fault.

Let him deduct fifty points before the end of class?

This is a common practice.

You're delusional that the whole wizarding world is under your control, Snape went on. He spoke so quietly that no one else could hear (and Harry continued to grind his beetle until he couldn't grind it any further).

But I don't care how many pictures you've had in magazines, to me you're just a disgusting hairy kid trying to throw the precepts aside.

Harry poured the beetle powder into the pot and began chopping ginger. His hands trembled slightly out of anger, but he insisted on not lifting his eyelids, as if he didn't hear what Snape was saying to him.

It's not that I didn't warn you, Potter, said Snape, in a softer, more dangerous voice, for petty celebrations or - if I caught you trying to break into my office again -

I'm never near your office! Harry growled, forgetting that he was faking his deafness just now.

You can't hide it from me, Snape snorted, staring at Harry with blank, depthless eyes, I know who stole it!

Harry stared back at Snape, determined not to blink, as if he wasn't afraid of reproach.

In fact, he stole neither. Hermione took Snape's spelled skin in second year because they were going to use it to make a vexation potion.

Snape had always suspected Harry, but could not prove it. And the other one was stolen by the guy named Trevor.

I have no idea what you're talking about, said Harry coldly.

You were not in bed the day my office was burglarized! I knew it was you! Now Magic Eye Moody may join your gang, but I won't put up with your behavior anymore! If you dare to break into my office again, I will clean it up you!

Okay, said Harry coldly, turning to cut his ginger, if I have to go to your place, I'll take your words to heart.

Snape blushed, he put his hand into his black robe, and froze for a moment.

Harry guessed that Snape was going to draw his wand to curse him - but Snape produced a crystal vial containing a clear and transparent potion. Harry stared at the bottle.

Do you know what this is for? Snape's eyes flashed dangerously.

I don't know. This time Harry answered completely honestly.

It's the truth-telling drug. It only takes three drops and you can tell the whole class what's in your heart. Snape said grimly. Although the use of this drug is strictly controlled, I still Can use it to see if you really came to my office or not.

Harry was silent. He lowered his head to cut his ginger again. He didn't like the truth drug at all, and he would never let Snape give it to him. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Snape did let him eat it.

He poured shredded ginger into the cauldron.

The dungeon door rattled.

Come in. Snape resumed his normal voice. The whole class looked over when the door opened.

It was Professor Karkaroff who came in.

Everyone looked at him as he walked straight to Snape's desk. He ran his hand over his goatee, clearly agitated.

We're going to talk.

Karkaroff said suddenly as he approached Snape. He seemed determined not to let anyone know what he was saying, his mouth barely moving, and he looked like a ventriloquist with his feet shrunken.

Harry's eyes were still on Ginger, but his ears were strained to listen.

Karkaroff, I'll talk to you after class, Snape whispered, but Karkaroff cut him off.

I'm going to talk now, don't dodge anymore, you've always avoided me.

After class, Snape said. Taking the opportunity to lift the measuring cup to see if enough armadillo bile had been poured in, Harry glanced sideways at them.

Karkaroff looked worried and Snape was angry.

Karkaroff remained behind Snape's desk for the rest of the session. He seemed determined to keep Snape from slipping away at the end of the room.

Curious to know what they were going to talk about, Harry purposely smashed the tube of armadillo bile two minutes before the end of get out of class to give him an excuse to leave later.

What's the urgency? he heard Snape say anxiously to Karkaroff.

This, Karkaroff said.

Harry was staring at the rim of his cauldron, but could see Karkaroff's left hand sticking out from under his robes, showing Snape something.

See it? Karkaroff still tried to keep his mouth shut. See it? It wasn't so clear before, since—

Put it away! Snape growled, his black eyes scanning the room.

But you must have noticed— Karkaroff began to worry.

We'll talk later! Snape patted him.

Potter! What are you doing here?

Sweep up that armadillo gall, Professor, said Harry innocently, showing him the wet rag.

Karkaroff left angrily and worriedly, looking like he didn't want to stay in the dungeon with the angry Snape.

Harry stuffed his books and spices into his bag, and ran as fast as he could to tell his friends what he had seen.