[HP] look at you

The little wizards in the lower grades are easier to tame, but there are still some thorns among the students in the upper grades.

Especially the seventh-grade Slytherins, most of them were Death Eater reservists, and some of them had prominent family backgrounds, which had already been marked by mysterious people in advance.

Snape was only in charge of grades one to three, and had no chance to get in touch with them, but Olivia was provoked twice in class.

Just from the outside, she really has no intimidating power, and looks easy to bully.

Regarding this, Olivia didn't say much to them, and those who dared to show their heads were tied up and hung upside down outside the window, hanging in a row like bacon.

The window is still open, make sure that even if their brains are congested, they will not miss a lesson.

She would also ask them to answer questions, and if they could answer, or were willing to answer, she would give them a step to let them back, and those who would hang on to Madam Pomfrey's potion after class.

Madam Pomfrey was quite resentful: "Why do you two still love to use this trick like you did back then?" Always adding to her workload.

"Because it's easy to use." Olivia replied with a smile.

Some people are still clamoring, saying that they will complain to the school trustees and the Ministry of Magic, tell her to dismiss her and leave.

Olivia looked surprised, "Do you think I came to Hogwarts to be a professor for salary?" She smiled and shook her head, "I'm here to torture you. Don't worry, there are still more than two months, even if Even if I am dismissed, I can persist until the day you graduate."

So after two more hangups, basically no one dared to challenge her authority anymore.

Not all Slytherins are thorny, and Regulus is quite gentle and reserved.

Every time he saw Olivia, he would greet him politely. Olivia chatted with him, and he responded with a normal attitude.

But Olivia didn't want to attract attention, so she didn't deliberately get close to him, thinking of finding another opportunity to contact him in private.

But to her surprise, Regulus took the initiative to enter her office after she attended the class for a month.

"Blake, what's the matter?"

Regulus looked at her and hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind to speak, "Alphad told me before he died that if there is anything I need to help, I can come to you, Professor Orpington."

Olivia was slightly taken aback, then laughed.

That guy really wanted to use her.

"Siris also told me that you are a very reliable person."

She didn't know whether she should be happy to be evaluated by the two Blacks.

Olivia sneered in her heart, and said seriously: "It is indeed possible."

"Whatever it is?"

"As long as I can."

Regulus rolled up his sleeves, revealing the Dark Mark on his arm, and there was hope in his tone, "Even so?"

Olivia looked at the twisted evil icon and paused, "Even so."

When Snape returned to his office after class, he saw Olivia standing by the window with her back turned to him.

It was getting late, but she didn't turn on the light, like a sculpture, blending into the chaotic darkness.

Snape didn't make a sound, walked over and put his arms around her waist from behind.

Olivia didn't notice the sound of the door opening, and was a little startled. After feeling the familiar breath, before her mind could react, her body had automatically relaxed and leaned against his arms.

It's as safe as a cat getting into a cardboard box.

She turned her head and kissed his cheek, "Are you back?"

"What are you thinking?" Snape asked softly, smelling the fragrance in her hair.

"I'm thinking about how the brave defeat the devil in fairy tales."

"in conclusion?"

"Because the hero is the protagonist, the Demon King must be defeated."

So if it's not the main character who wants to defeat the Demon King, can he still succeed?

Snape's arms tightened around her waist.

Olivia exhaled lightly.

"The location of the last Horcrux has also been found." She smiled, her eyes in the dark gathered the faint light outside the window, as if the flames were swaying, "The plan to defeat the Great Demon King can be deployed."

She waited for 15 years, and finally waited for this day.

Snape turned around holding her hand, staring at her closely, "You want to do it yourself?"

Olivia nodded slightly, "I don't want to hide it from you, Sev, this is what I have been longing to do day and night for so many years."

Of course she knew that although her strength was impressive, she was still far behind the mysterious person who was extremely talented and had an age advantage.Face him directly, basically there is no chance of winning.

What Snape wanted to dissuade was blocked softly by her words.

He thought for a while, and knew that she was not the kind of person who would rush to her as soon as his brain got hot, so he calmly said, "What do you want to do?"

"I have a preliminary plan, which needs to be discussed with Dumbledore before careful arrangement."

Naturally, Olivia will not lose her mind when she is about to see the dawn of victory. She is now full of thoughts on how to ensure that the blow is sure to hit while reducing losses.

"I just want to know if my name is in your plans." Snape wasn't sure if she would exclude him.

Olivia looked up at him for a while in the night, carefully tracing his outline and eyebrows, then kissed his chin, "Of course."

In her life plan, he occupies an important position.

More than half a month later, when the seventh grade students were about to start their exams, Olivia suddenly mentioned the mysterious person in the process of teaching them.

"Speaking of black magic, everyone knows that the Mysterious Man, that is, Voldemort, the Dark Lord, maybe some people know his real name, Tom Riddle?"

Hufflepuff in the classroom was pale and afraid to speak, while Slytherin was a little agitated, dissatisfied with her casual tone.

Olivia pretended not to see it, and continued: "He is very good at black magic, not to mention the three unforgivables, and he uses them more frequently than we eat and drink. In addition, he has also created a lot of advanced magic arts. of dark magic, such as the Dark Mark."

Several Slytherins tensed their arms subconsciously.

In the classroom with a strange atmosphere, Olivia talked with ease, "The Dark Mark has two forms, one is issued by the magic wand, which is a death declaration, and the other is rewarded by him to his loyal subordinates The Servant's brand is the equivalent of a tea towel around a house-elf."

Slytherin was in an uproar, and immediately wanted to defend the reputation of the Dark Lord and himself, but Olivia just slightly raised her hand, and they found their buttocks were nailed to the seat, and the fingers that pulled out the wand also moved no.

"Hush, be quiet, it's raining outside today, for the sake of your health, it's better not to be hung out." Olivia said in a gentle and gentle tone, "So, listen to me obediently, okay?"

Slytherin: No, they can't open their mouths either!

"The second form of the Dark Mark is an important means for Voldemort to control his servants, because he can call and punish them through the Dark Mark, and once marked, even if the arm is cut off and the broken bone regenerates, this pattern will also It will remain in their souls forever and cannot be erased."

Olivia looked around at the shivering Hufflepuff and the complicated-looking Slytherin, and chuckled, "However, in this world, there are always people born to challenge the impossible."

Having said that, Olivia looked at the Slytherin students with great interest, her gaze passed over their faces one by one like picking fruit, and finally settled on the person who was the most active in the first two classes .

Barty Crouch Jr.

Little Barty's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt ominous.

"I don't know if you are. Forget it, it doesn't matter if you are not." Olivia stretched out her hand, and little Barty showed horror, flying upright like a puppet from the seat in front of her.

Olivia took out a potion bottle from her bosom, and poured it into his mouth ignoring his fearful eyes, "Don't be afraid, if you're not..."

Before he finished speaking, he was already convulsing violently.

Since he couldn't make a sound or move, others could only feel his pain from his ferocious twisted expression and the sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Huh, so it really is." Olivia laughed happily as if she had won a lottery. "It's okay, just bear with it."

The Hufflepuffs gasped silently. Although it was their hostile Slytherin who was caught and drugged, such a horrific scene still terrified them, and they leaned against each other.

The Slytherins stared blankly at the smiling Olivia, who was as beautiful as a rose and a rose. At this moment, there was a kind of fear as if she was facing the Dark Lord directly.They thought that what she fed was poison, and they couldn't believe that she would kill people in the school, but also gathered a chill in their hearts, afraid that it would be their turn next.

In the trembling of the room, it seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a century had passed. The little Barty on the stage finally relaxed his expression, his eyes were no longer tearing apart, and he was just panting continuously.

Olivia released him from the prison, and said with a smile: "Now, you can see what's missing from you."

Little Barty pulled up his sleeves before he finished speaking, and then froze as if a confinement spell had been cast on his smooth arms again, his face pale and desperate.

"How could it be... no..." Not just out of sincerity, little Barty remembered the terrifying appearance and cruel methods of the Dark Lord, and his legs softened and he sat on the ground.

Olivia bent down and patted his trembling shoulder lightly, "Congratulations, you successfully took off the tea towel on your body and regained your freedom."

She looked up at the Slytherins below again, and her tone was as soft as a devil whispered, "Is there anyone else who yearns for freedom and wants to change camp?"

The news spread like wind, causing shocks in the entire magic world.

In a luxurious manor, a man is howling and rolling on the carpet. On a gorgeous armchair a few steps away from him, a man with a strange face like melting wax and red eyes is sitting, and he is smacking his forefinger out of boredom. Gold armrests.

Surrounding them, there were some people, all bent over, lowering their heads extremely low, making gestures of reverence and awe.

Finally, the man with the strange face seemed to be tired of the harsh noise, and flicked his fingers. The man on the ground did not wait for the residual convulsions in his body to stop, and immediately knelt down to his feet and kissed the corner of his robe.

"Thank you for your kindness and tolerance, master."

"I have never had these two things for incompetent people." The slippery voice was cold like a reptile, and the high-pitched tone contained contempt for ants, "Robert, I remember you said that the descendant of the Orpington family Just a trash talking about love? Now it seems that you are more like a trash."

Robert shook like a sieve, repeating kisses and whispers, "My fault, master, please forgive me..."

Voldemort kicked him away.

"Lucius!"

Lucius, who was standing at the back, stepped forward immediately, and wobbled a bit because of his high speed.

"Yes, master." He gasped softly.

His complexion is pale, his body is thin, his handsome appearance has faded away, and his long platinum-blond hair is a bit dull and rough. Anyone who looks at him can tell that he is almost trying to support himself.

Voldemort looked at him coldly, "It is said that she is your cousin?"

"Yes, her grandmother and my grandfather are brother and sister, but since her parents were accidentally involved in our attack and died, she has cut off contact with our family." The eagerness of the words made Lucius almost out of breath. He got angry, but he still didn't dare to stop, and continued to distinguish for himself, "I mentioned her to you, master, and I said she is worth noting, but Parkinson..."

"Oh, oh, I remember," interrupted Voldemort, waving his hand impatiently, "so I punished him, not you."

Lucius immediately knelt down, "Thank you for your justice and mercy, my great master..."

"But what to do? The trash makes mistakes, and someone needs to make up for it."

"I'm coming! Master!" The beautiful woman standing at the front stepped forward excitedly, "Master, I am willing to serve you."

Voldemort's attitude towards her was pretty good, and he narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Bella, what are you going to do? She is now at Hogwarts, being caged under Dumbledore's wings, how do you bring her to me ?”

Bella's thoughts changed sharply, "Reculus! Regulus is still in school!"

"Only him?" Although Voldemort was also very optimistic about the heir of the Black family, he didn't think he could do anything as a young man who had not yet graduated.

"I'll find a way, Master!"

"Well, I believe you." He stood up, stepped on Robert's fingers, and said in his soft whimper, with cold killing intent, "I want to see her as soon as possible, whether it's alive or not. Corpse."

The author has something to say:

Hogwarts student: I don't know who is the villain for a while.

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When revising the previous article in the past two days, I found that the first-year professor and the current professor are simply two people.

Seeing him bickering with Oli, I thought to myself, don't talk about it, I will pay it back in the future.

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