Regarding this grand event in the magic world and the education world, the "Daily Prophet"'s report on the Triwizard Tournament was a bit lacking in stamina. Some of the information published afterwards seemed to be old-fashioned things, and there was nothing that people wanted to see. content.
Ordinary wizards always have a soft spot for some lace news. They seemed quite interested in the emotional entanglements between several warriors reported by Rita Skeeter last time, but the "Daily Prophet" did not No matter how satisfying their demands, it may be said that they cannot be satisfied.
Because their special correspondent, Rita Skeeter, is going crazy now, as if she has experienced some great stimulation.
This woman lost all her manuscripts, and the shorthand quill was broken, lying quietly in her handbag.
It was the only piece of wealth she still kept.
She seemed to have been looted by the robbers, and she was also greatly traumatized.
Moody tortured her with the weakened Cruciatus Curse. His mastery of black magic is so perfect that he can completely control the use of magic, because he knows that sometimes pain can kill people. So I restrained myself a bit.
Even so, poor Rita was almost insane under the torture, and lost her mind and memory. To be on the safe side, Moody specially cast an oblivion spell on her.
When she wantonly made up lies and slapped some people who had no right to speak back against her, maybe she didn't expect that one day she would suffer such horrible and cruel torture.
In short, after this accident, the media world of wizards has calmed down a lot. In order to piece together the layout, the Daily Prophet even turned over the old almanac from hundreds of years ago and introduced the competition from a long time ago to make up for the emptiness of their content.
After all, not everyone has the talent of Rita and her magical quill to write false but touching news.
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After entering March, the weather became clearer, but every time I came to the field outside, the cold wind still blew the students' hands and faces. The owls couldn't deliver the letters in time, because the wind always blew them off course.
The students of Slytherin and Gryffindor were quietly doing the experiment assigned to them by Snape in the Potions classroom. This greasy, hook-nosed man wandered around Gryffindor like a ghost. around the students, staring at their movements intently.
Of course, this does not mean that he is serious and responsible, but that he hopes to use this to deduct their points.
"Potter, I remember I said it more than once in class—the wormwood infusion should be mixed with daffodil root powder before pouring into the cauldron..." Snape's dark eyes flickered Malevolent light.
"Sorry, Professor, I forgot." Harry said with a creaking wooden chair before standing up.
"That's right, our warriors don't know anything about the knowledge in class, but they are surprisingly proficient in certain uncommon knowledge." Snape said in his cold voice.
Then he stuck his head to the side of Harry's ear and said coldly in a voice that Harry could just hear: "Don't think I don't know who sneaked into my office, not you, at least you companion."
Before Harry could reply, Snape went on to say, "Don't try to quibble, I will have a way to verify whether you are lying."
Snape's eyes twinkled. He put a hand inside his black robe. For a moment, Harry thought Snape was going to draw his wand and cast him a spell—then he saw Snape pull out a small crystal vial containing a clear potion. Harry watched carefully.
"Do you know what this is, Potter?" said Snape, those eyes shining with interest again.
"I don't know," said Harry.
"This is Veritaserum - a potion that teaches you to tell the truth. It's so powerful that just three drops can make you reveal the secrets deep in your heart and make all the students listen." Snape said viciously, " Of course, the Ministry of Magic has very strict regulations governing the use of this potion. But you must be very careful, or I will miss it,"—he shook the crystal bottle slightly—"and pour it into your pumpkin juice for dinner. Then, Potter...then we'll find out if you've been in my office."
"Harry, don't worry, he doesn't dare." Hermione looked at Harry and whispered comfortingly, at this time Snape had already left, and walked around to the Slytherin students and began to guide them potion brewed.
"Unless he wants to be imprisoned in Azkaban!" Hermione said exaggeratedly in order to have a better comforting effect.
This is of course not the case, just using veritaserum, even if it is abused, will not be locked up in Azkaban.
Harry didn't speak. He turned to his ginger roots again, took the knife, and began cutting them into pieces again. He hated the Veritaserum that Snape had been talking about, and he thought there was a good chance that Snape might sneak a few drops on him.
Harry felt that with the hatred Snape had shown towards him in the past, even if he was going to be imprisoned in Azkaban, he wouldn't mind doing it to him
He imagined that if Snape really did this, he would not know what would come out of his mouth. Thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering... He would get many people into trouble, give "selflessly" Professor Moody, who has helped him many times, will definitely be implicated, as well as his admiration for a certain girl, jealousy and hatred for her boyfriend, these dark feelings in his heart are enough to make people crazy when put on the table.
At this time, someone outside the classroom knocked on the door, interrupting Harry's worries.
"Come in," Snape said in his usual voice.
The door opened, and the whole class turned to look. Professor Karkaroff walked in, and everyone watched as he walked towards Snape's podium. He twirled his goatee with his fingers, looking restless.
"We need to talk," Karkaroff said abruptly, as soon as he reached Snape's side. He seemed determined not to let anyone hear what he was saying, so his lips barely moved, as if he was a bad ventriloquist. Harry kept his eyes on the ginger root in front of him and listened intently.
"I'll talk to you after class, Karkaroff," Snape whispered, but Karkaroff cut him off.
"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus. You've been avoiding me since the second match." Karkaroff lowered his voice. You didn't give zero points to that warrior from your academy because of your face."
"We'll talk after class," Snape said sternly.
"Right now, the matter is very urgent!" Karkaroff refused to budge, and met Snape with his indifferent sharp eyes. "If I get into trouble, I'm not the only one in trouble!" Karkaroff's voice dropped even lower for a moment.
Snape was silent for a moment, then scanned the class with his deep black eyes.
"The principal of Durmstrang has something very important to discuss with me now." He gave such a lame excuse. "In the next two classes, you continue to configure the potion that I taught you just now, and I will check it when I come back."
Then the two hurried out of the classroom and began to communicate.
Their voices were so low that even if the students in the classroom pricked up their ears and listened carefully, it would be very difficult to hear just a little bit.