[HP] turns in your hand

When Chiara put away the notebook, she was satisfied. She had no idea what kind of turbulent psychological activities Snape went through when answering the questions. She only knew that she should be able to improve by 5 in the OWLS exam. -10 points.

The premise is that if she can still remember Snape's answers today instead of how nice his voice is when she takes the exam.

"Thank you, Professor." Chiara stuffed the notebook back into her small satchel, and tucked away the lock of hair that she had swung out of Snape's mind, "By the way, by the way, Do you have any plans for tonight?"

Snape looked at her very strangely at this time, he looked Ziara up and down carefully, and then asked cautiously: "What are you asking this for?"

Chiara felt that Snape's vigilance was somewhat inexplicable: "Because I happen to know that Umbridge is going to do a big thing tonight, so I want to remind you."

Snape relaxed a little, and then he spat at himself inwardly.

Why did he think that Chiara asked him if he was free tonight because he wanted to ask him out?

He is really mentally ill!

Of course, Chiara didn't know that under Snape's expressionless mask, countless thoughts, even very subtle ones related to her, were racing through Snape's mind.Unknowingly, she dutifully made a final reminder to Snape: "Umbridge has information about the Defense Against the Dark Arts study group organized by Harry, and is going to arrest them tonight. I suspect that She's going to go straight to Dumbledore after she's got Harry and make a big deal out of it."

Snape found himself thinking a little slower today, and it took him a longer silence than usual to grasp the current situation.

It must be all Ziara's fault.

"How sure are you that she will go to Dumbledore?" he asked.

Chiara replied as if answering a math problem: "Umbridge is a power animal, and she can't go back to the Ministry of Magic now, and the Ministry of Magic can't accept her anymore, so she can only be in Hoag If Watts is deeply involved, he must compete with those who have power in Hogwarts."

Snape sniffed out something subtle in her words.

"Why won't the Ministry of Magic accept her anymore?" He narrowed his eyes. "The whole wizarding world knows that she is the spokesperson Fudge sent to Hogwarts. In any case, the Ministry of Magic is her retreat."

A sly smile broke across Ziara's face.

"What if Fudge doesn't feel like she's his spokesperson?"

"What if Fudge feels that Umbridge seems to have too much wing, and suspects that she is no longer content to be controlled by him?"

Snape looked away and asked in a low voice, "You mean the reports in the Daily Prophet in recent months?"

Chiara's tone was brisk: "Since Fudge likes to use the Daily Prophet to create public opinion so much, it's impossible for him to turn a blind eye to the reports that appear in the Daily Prophet, right?"

Snape recalled the growing number of eccentric, but highly provocative articles in the Daily Prophet lately.

In the past, there were articles in the "Daily Prophet" that touted Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic's education policies. Every time after an education order was issued, the Ministry of Magic would arrange corresponding articles to guide public opinion.It seems that since the Christmas break, the articles that have been advocating the Ministry of Magic's meddling in the legality of Hogwarts have subtly changed their direction, and began to focus on Umbridge alone.

The editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" certainly didn't think there would be any problem with these flowery sedan chairs, not to mention that the quality of these manuscripts was quite high.

"You're meddling in there," Snape said in a positive tone.

Chiara's expression seemed quite innocent: "I didn't do much, I just provided some first-hand materials to a lady reporter who hadn't written anything for a whole year and was unemployed at home."

In her little satchel now was a letter to be sent to Rita Skeeter.

"The articles in the Daily Prophet these past few months promoting Umbridge as the next Minister for Magic—"

There was no need for Snape to list them one by one, and Ciara recognized it briskly: "It's me, but I just started the beginning, and some of the later articles were written by others. As long as you bring this public opinion trend, even Fudge once trusted Umbridge again, and he has to reconsider in the face of the rising public opinion."

"What's more, it is impossible for a politician like Fudge to give full trust to his colleagues and subordinates."

Snape looked down at Chiara, not surprised at what she was doing.She has the motivation, and more importantly, she has the ability.Among the students he has ever supervised, Chiara may be the one who resembles the most poisonous snake.

Viper, viper.A deadly assassin who hides in the grass, accumulates venom, and moves after planning.

"Are you sure she'll catch Potter tonight?" Snape asked.

Chiara tilted her head slightly: "I'm not sure, her success is determined by many factors, such as... Do you want her to catch Harry?"

"If you want, they can. If you don't, they can't."

Because she could decide the outcome of Umbridge's operation tonight.

Snape was dumbfounded, thinking that what he was facing was not a 16-year-old girl, but a little snake wagging its tail and proudly showing its tiny fangs to him.

Chiara never hesitated to show Snape her strength, scheming, and inner darkness.But Snape just let the little snake stay by his side, let her spit out snake letters, and put the triangular head obediently by his hand.

Because he believed that the little snake would never show its fangs to him.

"...make her some trouble," said Snape. "Don't give her a chance to bother Dumbledore. And I'll tell Dumbledore what you said."

Chiara raised her hand, raised it to her forehead, and gave a very non-standard, crooked salute.

"Got it," she said.

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Dumbledore closed the locket with two small wisps of black smoke rising from it, and Kreacher stood beside him, with muddy tears streaming down his wrinkled face, dripping onto the dirty old house of Black On the board, stir up a small layer of dust.

"You keep this."

Dumbledore returned Slytherin's locket to Kreacher, and said softly, "In this way, the task Regulus entrusted to you will be considered complete."

Kreacher took the broken locket with both hands, and bowed deeply, deeply to Dumbledore.

"You will be rewarded, Master Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore didn't correct the weird title of house elf. He brought up the sword of Gryffindor and planned to give Kreacher some more instructions. A certain portrait shouted from the wall of Black's old house:

"Principal, there is a situation!"

It was Phineas Nigellus, who squeezed away the people in a certain portrait in the living room of Black's old house, holding the picture frame out of breath: "Just now the dean of Slytherin came to the office to look for you, he said -"

Dumbledore asked, "Severus coming to see me?"

"I don't know if his name is that, anyway, he always wears black and discusses how to chase girls in the office with you."

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing: "Chasing girls? Well, it's not impossible for you to understand this way... What's the matter with him?"

"He said that the woman from the Ministry of Magic is leading a manhunt for Harry Potter, and the Minister of Magic is also coming to your office with two Aurors!"

"Oh, so there are guests." Dumbledore nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be back right away."

Phineas Nigellus took a deep breath, glanced at Kreacher who was wiping tears, and then at the dead, dilapidated old Black house, and asked in a bad tone: "Why is this house so dirty? I Does that unfilial great-great-grandson never plan to come back and live?"

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, Phineas, you can't force it." Dumbledore said lightly, and he raised his hand to hold the tail feathers of Fox that appeared from the fire, "I'm leaving, Kreacher, thank you help."

Kreacher almost lowered his head to the ground: "It's my honor, Master Dumbledore."

In the flames of the phoenix, Dumbledore disappeared into the golden-red vortex with Gryffindor's sword. The next second, he landed on both feet and appeared in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"dong dong dong"

"dong dong dong"

"Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore put the Gryffindor sword back into the sorting hat, and then he sat down again on his headmaster's throne, raised his hand in a leisurely manner, and opened the door of the headmaster's office.

"Oh!"

Fudge, who was standing outside the door, was almost hit by the door panel and broke his nose. He staggered a step back, and was supported by Percy Weasley behind him before he managed to stand still.

"This is a broken door! What a—"

Fudge glared viciously into the office, and then squeezed in aggressively with a few of his followers, followed by Professor McGonagall with a worried face.

"Oh, Connelly, a rare visitor." Dumbledore looked at the group of uninvited guests calmly, folded his hands in front of him, "Why do you remember to visit an old man like me tonight, and bring so many old friends with you?" ..."

"We have received news that there are students in the school who are running an illegal club under your nose." Fudge recovered from the state of being frightened by the door panel, he raised his head and chest, looking very arrogant, "You know, you know Bo Has Te organized a student club in private?"

Dumbledore was unmoved: "I'm curious where you got the news, Connelly. There are only accusations, but there is no evidence."

"Of course we have evidence." Fudge laughed, and sat down in an armchair by the fire in the principal's office. "If it wasn't for sure, I wouldn't be able to come to your office."

Dumbledore glanced at McGonagall, and McGonagall said in a low voice, "Professor Umbridge is on the eighth floor with the children from the investigation team..."

Investigative Action Team.

Dumbledore thought about it, and asked, "Investigation Operations Team, are those kids from Slytherin House?"

"Yes." McGonagall said, "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson, I saw Miss Lowe on the way here..."

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled.

He suddenly knew why Snape had asked Phineas to inform him just now.

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The author has something to say:

Carried a little bit of private goods (put your hands together)

Xiao Qi: That’s right, I did it all (wagging tail)

Snape: ...well, well done!

These two people have already turned into that kind of black wind and double evil form.

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