hp pounding

In the school infirmary, Harry met Hermione.And Ron was already awake, sitting on the bed and eating the apples fed by Lavender himself, as happy as if the whole room was filled with the sour smell of love bubbles.

Madam Pomfrey praised Harry's bezoar for stopping the spread of the venom in time and eliminating most of the symptoms of poisoning. In addition to the bottle of broad-spectrum antidote she prescribed, Ron only needed to lie on another In the evening, after observing nothing, you can go back to class.

"That would be great," Harry said, and he took out of his pocket the pendant Snape had given him, ripped from Lavender's neck, and handed it to Professor McGonagall, who was here with him, "Professor, Can you help me see the curse on this? It was worn by Lavender at the time, and she returned to normal after being torn off. I suspect that someone manipulated her through this pendant."

"Isn't this—isn't this a lucky necklace for love?" Lavender looked over and pointed at the pendant and called out. It happened that my friend Charlotte bought one, so I put it on and tried to see if it was really so magical. Now that I know, I guess Charlotte is a fake." She puffed up her face angrily, wanting to Beating people and not being able to find the messenger made her uncomfortable.

"There are indeed traces of black magic on it, and the specific kind needs to be detected by professional means." Professor McGonagall looked at the pendant and said, "You all should be careful recently, the outside is not peaceful."

"What's going on outside?" Harry asked quickly.

"It's not a big deal, you just need to calm down and study." Professor McGonagall seriously scanned the restless students one by one, and she didn't say much about the current situation of the outside world.

But Harry could imagine it—definitely Death Eaters again.Being able to give Malfoy the ability to fix the Vanishing Cabinet and poison Dumbledore—Harry is now absolutely certain that Malfoy and Parkinson are planning to kill Dumbledore—what else can't these lunatics do?Even Voldemort couldn't kill Dumbledore, and now they're thinking of two students to do it, is it really the end of the road?

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry looked at Hermione and asked, "Have you met Malfoy recently?"

"I followed him," said Hermione, knowing Harry would ask Malfoy, "You think he did it, but—how could that be? I don't think he'd want to kill someone, he didn't Such courage."

"And how do you know he's not determined to kill someone? Remember what he did to you before? He called you Mudblood," said Harry, eyeing his friend.

A struggling expression appeared on Hermione's frowning face, and a minute later she lowered her head, "Well, I just remember he kept calling me Granger. He also called you Scarhead."

She took a deep breath, "I always thought he was still the young master who would yell at his father and was completely spoiled by his parents."

"His father is now in Azkaban, and his status in Slytherin has plummeted. Even Snape doesn't regard him as the favorite in the academy." Harry stated the facts calmly.

"So you think he's changed too." Hermione looked at her friend.She should know, but on the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of school, she always felt that although Malfoy had changed, he still had the shadow of that stupid young master in him.

"I observe him every day, and I know he is in the restricted section, but—he doesn't borrow many black magic books. I didn't find that he was secretly practicing black magic." She said, the uncertainty and struggle in her eyes jumped out at the table.

"Maybe he's not very talented at the top." Harry sneered, "Think about Ron, if he didn't block the poisoning this time, who do you think Malfoy's target is?"

"Couldn't it be Ron?" Hermione grabbed her arm, as if she couldn't believe that Malfoy had become what he was now, capable of poisoning someone wantonly.

"Does his targeting Ron make you think he's a good guy?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"Of course not. It's just that we've always had a bad relationship with him." Hermione retorted, and as her defense ran out of words, she became more and more aware of the paleness of her words.

It wasn't that Malfoy's nature hadn't changed and he wasn't bad enough to commit a crime, but that she mistakenly thought he was a good person.

"Merlin, I think that's how I look at Malfoy. I always thought that he was a student like us, unable to do real evil. I even thought his experience was a little pathetic." Hermione said in a low voice, she Now I understand that all this is her own fault.It was she herself who hadn't straightened out the reality and had been living in the peaceful time of her fantasy.

"You're not going to run up to Malfoy and tell him you pity him?" Harry asked.

"Of course I didn't." Hermione looked at Harry angrily, "How could I go to him, I said I was following him all the time - I wouldn't run up to him and talk to him, wouldn't that be Was it exposed?"

"That's right." Harry nodded, "I left a little early."

As he said that, he left without end, leaving Hermione staring at his back inexplicably.

"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" Hermione said to herself, she thought about it again, she really wasn't too intimate with Malfoy - it was Harry's words that led her astray!

After she returned to the ward, Ron and Lavender said a few words, then walked out of the school infirmary and walked towards the library.

Harry walked slowly towards the cellar. Students above the third year were still in Hogsmeade, and only a few younger students were haunted along the way.

He came to the door of the cellar office familiarly, read a password and pushed the door open.

"It seems that Weasley's youngest son is fine." Snape sat behind his desk and looked up at Harry who was standing at the door.

"Well, Madam Pomfrey said the bezoar was timely," said Harry.

He approached Snape, and at the same time his face calmed down, not flustered at the Whomping Willow.

It can be seen that this little bastard has thought it through.

Snape watched the boy approaching him in silence until he was standing across the table from him.

"Where are my flowers?" Harry asked suddenly.

Snape frowned, and with a flick of his fingers, he slammed the bundle of beauties that had been left aside on Harry's head - but the Seeker's skill allowed him to catch it before it was smashed. it.

Harry took a good sniff, and the scent of the flowers was sweet enough to make one feel good.

"I like it very much." He said in a good mood.Then he put down the bouquet and said in a casual tone, "I need you to do something for me."

"Give me a reason, Potter." Snape leaned forward with his elbows on the table, looking intently at Harry.

"I don't think our relationship needs a reason," said Harry, walking around the desk to Snape.There is a certainty in the voice,

"Besides, that bastard Malfoy should have paid for it long ago. I thought you would agree to take revenge on him, or do you think he did not go too far."

"Severus." Harry reached out and touched Snape's hand.

"It seems that the potion makes you feel confident." Snape's voice was soft, as if he was whispering love words in Harry's ear.

"I don't think it's a potion," said Harry, grinning, "although it's a good thing."

"Tell me what you're going to do." Snape looked Harry over, but all the boy's shyness was gone.

After unmasking the mystery of his never-revealed boyfriend, Potter has let go of his last layer of guard and has the audacity to use his old professor to accomplish whatever he wants.

"I think you will agree with my proposal." Harry took out the second bottle of love booster he bought at that time from his pocket.

"I really want to see Malfoy being commanded around by someone, he must be so stupid." He placed the bottle of potion in front of Snape.

"Certainly, your ego is overflowing." Snape glanced from the bottle to Harry.

"No—but if there's a hint of it, this potion can multiply it, can't it?" Harry shrugged.

And he believed in Hermione, so his friend would not stumble on Malfoy.So, the only unlucky one was Malfoy, who was stupid enough to try to kill his friend.

————————————————————————

Harry clenched his fists: It's finally time to get revenge on Malfoy!

Snape silently considered taking the opportunity to give Slytherin homework, so that Harry's plan could succeed, and step on a few more feet.

Draco sneezed several times in a row, and suddenly felt like a dark cloud was covering him.