HP makes a qualified villain

Word quickly reached Snape that Marcus and I were chasing and brawling in the hallway.

He rushed to the headmaster's office in a hurry, and took us out from Dumbledore with an apologetic face.

As for Ma Qi, she had already run away in desperation alone.

The only ones caught were me and Marcus.

"It's the glory of Slytherin! The two prefects competed with each other in the hallway of the school whose magic is more powerful?" Snape taunted us with his usual irony, "Tell me which of you won , I must reward the winner properly!"

"No! Professor, it's... I found out that Ferrez broke the mirror in the toilet. I wanted to ask her why, but she started attacking me!" Marcus made a preemptive strike and directly pushed the charges to over my head, he looked at Snape and smiled obsequiously

His seven years in Slytherin hadn't been for nothing.

"I admit it." I glanced at Marcus and said, "I admit that I broke the mirror in the women's toilet on the third floor of the teaching building."

I specifically emphasized the three words women's restroom

It's him who wants to throw the blame on me

I didn't force him to do it

Snape, who was walking in front, stopped and turned to look at Marcus: "You found Phares broke the mirror in the women's bathroom?"

Marcus was stunned by this question.

He's not stupid enough to tell the real story

"I... heard a noise..." Marcus said with a guilty conscience, which was still a smart answer

Snape snorted coldly: "Review or voluntary labor, you choose."

"Review!"

"Voluntary labor!"

Marcus and I gave different answers, and as soon as we finished we looked at each other like idiots

It is a nightmare to write a review for Snape, as long as one does not meet his wishes, he will be beaten back and rewritten, I have a deep understanding of this

But Marcus's noble status would rather let him write than do those rough jobs

Snape glanced at us indifferently, and then walked forward: "Sofina will start doing voluntary labor here today, and Marcus will hand in a [-]-word self-criticism within this month."

"It's only a thousand words!" I think the reviews I wrote before can be bound into a book, and I write tens of thousands of words each time. I think it's very good for Snape to only ask him to write a thousand words. prejudiced.

After all, Snape liked this excellent seventh-year prefect and candidate for student council membership more than me.

Hearing my dissatisfied voice behind my back, Snape didn't respond.

It's Marcus looking at me with that smug look.

Snape's preference for good students was more than just a little bit.

"Okay, Marcus, go back and prepare your affairs." Snape reminded him that he was already in the seventh grade now, and he should focus on his studies instead of fighting with other people .

Marcus nodded, and returned to his previous haughty senior demeanor, talked to Snape about his recent grade arrangements, and then prepared to leave.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut." Before he left, he patted my shoulder and threatened in a low voice

Of course Snape, who was walking in front with his back to us, didn't notice our exchange.

I looked at Marcus and didn't speak

Marcus is now the supreme leader of Slytherin, his power and position are quite tall, and Snape seems to have a little bit of optimism about him.

Draco can indeed be regarded as a eugenic, but in terms of qualifications and age, he is far behind Marcus

Maybe that's why Maggie has an affair with Marcus, a woman who always wants to get high, but Marcus is not a bachelor... I remember he seems to be dating Pansy now.

When I think of this matter involving so many people, my mind is a little confused, the world of adolescence...

After watching Marcus leave, Snape also told me not to follow him and go back to class by myself, of course I could only obediently obey.

At this time, I should be in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I found the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom by myself and knocked on the door politely.

"Please come in!" A shrill female voice came from inside, and I opened the door and walked in after getting the approval.

I found everyone sitting quietly in their seats

And Potter was standing there, seeming to be answering the teacher's questions, but judging from everyone's expressions, the atmosphere of this class must be very unpleasant.

I found an empty seat in the back row and sat down. Umbridge didn't ask any more questions when he saw that I was late, but kept looking at Potter with a stiff smile on his face: "Mr. This step is for your own good, now you only need to master the knowledge in the book, and you don’t need to think about anything else.”

But Potter didn't give in: "What if we are hurt, are we going to smash those dark wizards to death with books?"

"Mr. Potter!" Umbridge screamed, quickly suppressed his emotions, and continued to laugh, "There are no dark wizards in this world now, this is a peaceful age."

"Voldemort is a dark wizard."

In an instant, the air in the classroom suddenly changed, and everyone looked at Potter with strange eyes.

Some didn't believe it, and some were curious why he was so bold and could casually mention his name on any occasion.

And Granger, who was sitting beside him, couldn't hold back any longer. She tugged on Laporte's cuff, signaling him to stop talking and sit down quickly.

But Potter is not, he doesn't want to see the world continue to deceive themselves because of cowardice, he saw Voldemort's return with his own eyes, so he believed that the war had already started

Young people living in the war need to display, instead of sitting here, silently writing those ancient poems left by the ancients.

"No one can testify that Voldemort has returned. If you want to continue this topic, I think I should send you to the medical wing..." The smile on Umbridge's face had froze, and she blinked at the Potter, eyes full of helplessness, "You seem a little delirious now."

"I can testify! Because I saw it with my own eyes!" Potter said, "Whether you believe it or not! But it is the truth!"

"That's because you lied again!" Umbridge finally couldn't bear his attitude, and screamed again, her voice was so harsh that many people couldn't bear to frown

"I'm not lying!" Potter yelled, too.

"I heard that Miss Ferris also entered the maze with you." Umbridge looked at me who just took out the book and put it on the table, "Then let's ask Miss Ferris if she saw it. That person is back!"

I knew that at times like this, the topic would inevitably jump to me.

"Uh... no."

I looked at the eyes cast towards me in the classroom and denied

I can only deny

I now admit that Voldemort's existence is all about following Potter and opposing the Ministry of Magic

There are countless pairs of Voldemort's eyes in the Ministry of Magic watching the movements of Hogwarts

I don't want to get a more severe punishment because of my impulsiveness.

Potter turned his head and looked at me in shock, he didn't think I would lie

"I didn't see that person come back." I closed my eyes and firmed my position again

Although I am a little sorry for Potter, there is no way, the life and honor of me and my family are more important.

"You're lying! Ferris!" Potter yelled at me incredulously.

The next moment he seemed to understand something, maybe he began to regret the forgiveness he had given me before, Potter frowned in disgust, "You have seen everything! You are with them...!"

"Enough! Mr. Potter!" Satisfied with my answer, Umbridge cast a punishment spell to silence Potter.

Although his mouth is sealed, Potter's eyes have been examining me like an illuminated mirror

examine my heart

He was angry and unwilling, he thought that I had turned my back on the dark after what happened last time

but never thought

It was the "murderer" that caused me to fall directly into the darkness last time

Maybe I wouldn't be a Death Eater by now if I didn't save Potter and make Voldemort fly into a rage.

Guiltily, I turned my head away, not daring to look into Potter's eyes anymore.

I'm not strong enough to do whatever I want, if I can sell my partner in exchange for security in disguise, that's all I can do.

Sometimes I even feel that I am no different from Draco, we all start with our own safety as the highest point

In the end, get out of class was over in a peaceful manner, and Potter was called to his office by Umbridge

Nobody knew what punishment he would get from Umbridge.

"Insidious villain!" Weasley stood in his place and shouted at me loudly

caught everyone's attention

I didn't speak, because I really deserved to be evaluated by him in this way, and I am not qualified to refute

I silently packed my books, stood up and left the classroom.

"You will pay for your crimes! Ferris!" Weasley still yelled at my back, he was disappointed and angry for Potter

Everyone else is looking at me, forming two or three pairs, pointing

Now everyone doesn't know whether to trust me or Potter.

"Sofina." As soon as I walked out of the classroom door, I found Draco leaning against the wall waiting for me

He looked at me with a serious face, his eyes paused on my face for a few seconds, then he took my hand and walked to the side.

"Let's find a place where there are few people and talk."

Looking at Draco's unusual seriousness, it seems that he has something important to tell me

Since it's a business, I can't refuse

But I shook off him and took my hand, saying, "I can walk by myself."

Draco looked back at me, wanting to open his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a while, he gave up

Nodding his head, he continued to walk ahead, while I obediently followed behind him.

When I came to a place with few people, I called Draco to stop

I hope he has something to say quickly, I don't really want to stay in a space alone with him now: "Speak quickly, Draco."

Draco turned around and grabbed my wrist and pulled my sleeve away

My entire forearm is exposed directly in front of his view

And, of course, the Death Eater mark on the forearm.

Caught off guard, I retracted my arm trying to escape, but he firmly fixed it

can't move

I looked at Draco in astonishment.

Della frowned, her voice became much lower:

"Voldemort is really back?"

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