Batman's Owl Godfather

"That's probably what happened."

In the hall of Hogwarts, Hermione held the owl and told Bruce what happened in Potions class today.

Since learning that Hermione had no friends in Gryffindor, Bruce decided to study with Hermione after school.

"How's Harry doing?" Bruce asked.

"It has changed back." Hermione said, "Ron is taking him now, looking for the Weasley twins all over the school. I heard that they were the ones responsible for the prank."

No, not them.

Bruce glanced at the owl being held by Hermione, which was the culprit.

Katum was very proud. Apparently everything that happened in Potions class was a good show for him.

"What are you looking at!"

The owl said, "Our affairs are not over yet. If you apologize to me now, it's not that I can't forgive you."

Bruce curled his lips, ignored Katum, and instead asked Hermione a key question.

"What will happen after that? I mean, now that Harry has turned into a boy, will Snape still treat him like he did before?"

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head, "But Harry is now full of affection for Snape, and he has even begun to look forward to the next Potions class."

"Then wish him good luck."

With that, Bruce stopped paying attention to the issue.

Since nothing big happened, Harry seemed to be enjoying it, so he didn't need to go out of his way to find out the truth.

The self-study time passed quickly.

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest early."

Bruce put away his books and prepared to return to the Hufflepuff common room.

Katum jumped from Hermione's arms and landed on top of Bruce's head. They ignored each other and returned to the previous mode of getting along.

Hermione was helpless. She had fed Katum so many snacks today, but the guy still ran away without looking back.

You still have to raise the owl yourself from an early age!

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

…

When Bruce walked around a corner and was about to reach the lounge, a figure suddenly stood in front of him.

It's Snape.

"Good evening, Wayne." Snape still had the same pretentious tone, "I didn't expect to meet you just by chance."

Then he saw the strange shape of an owl on Bruce's head. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, but he still didn't laugh out loud, maintaining his image.

Just right?

Bruce didn't expose it. Wasn't it because you blocked me at the door of Hufflepuff's common room?

Snape asked, "Have you finished your paper on Polyjuice Potion?"

Bruce frowned: "Professor, I remember the deadline is next Monday, and today is only Friday."

"I know."

Snape said coldly, "But I just want to see it today, don't you?"

Why? You won't survive next Monday?

Bruce wanted to ask this, but finally changed his mind: "I'm done, Professor."

It's just a paper, it's easy. Bruce's original highlight was to make Snape drink the mutant Polyjuice Potion on Monday.

He took the paper out of his satchel and handed it to Snape.

Snape took it, browsed it quickly, and then sneered: "I knew it!"

What do you know?

Snape raised his head and looked at Bruce: "Wayne, Harry turned into a girl today. Was it you who made the potion?"

Not me!

Bruce felt that it was a great injustice, why should he be blamed for the good deeds Katum had done?

But he couldn't say it clearly.

My own owl can brew magic potion, but no one would believe it even if I told him.

Excluding these factors, Bruce was not surprised as to why Snape suspected him.

This gender-changing potion was originally improved from Snape's original potion idea.

After he checked it for Harry, he would soon realize the true nature of the potion.

Snape thought he was a genius and would only think of another genius.

Besides, Bruce is currently writing a paper on Polyjuice Potion.

"Professor, I..."

Bruce wanted to defend himself, but Snape interrupted him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I don't care about anything else. You rewrite this paper. As long as you write out the recipe for the potion, I can consider adding fifty points to Hufflepuff."

With that, Snape strode away as if he had never been here.

Bruce is really full of questions at this time. Can't you figure out such a simple improvement idea yourself?

"He is probably afraid that something will go wrong." Katum above his head said at the right time. "He is afraid that the potion he researched will not be able to make Harry look like a red-haired girl."

Bruce asked, "Why is Snape obsessed with the red-haired girl?"

"Don't eat this kind of melon. It has nothing to do with you."

Katum changed the subject smoothly, "Do you want to hand over the formula? This is fifty points!"

"It doesn't matter whether you hand it over or not, the formula is of no use."

Bruce said casually, "The Hufflepuff classmates are very nice to me. It's no problem to help them win the Academy Cup."

"Don't even think about winning the Academy Cup," Katum said. "This year's champion is already determined to be Gryffindor."

Even if you add more points, Lao Deng can still get them back with a few excuses.

"Why?" Bruce frowned, "Is there still such unfairness inside Hogwarts?"

"Oh, don't be so serious. There is no real reward for this championship. Even if you declare yourself a champion, you are also a champion!"

Katum started talking nonsense again, "Or they are the champions, and you can fight for a vice-champion, that's fine too!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Bruce shook his head, nearly knocking Katum off his head, and walked into the Hufflepuff common room.

"Don't be so serious. Are you still angry about what happened before?"

Katum finally gave in and said, "Well, these days, I have also reflected on yourself for you. You have not developed a flexible bottom line yet, and it is normal for you not to understand my behavior.

"Let's do this! You were wrong this time, and I apologize to you!"

Bruce almost laughed in anger.

You finish everything, then apologize lightly, and everything is over?

Who did you learn this from?

Bruce really wanted to continue arguing with Katum about whose problem it was this time.

However, the moment he entered the lounge, someone suddenly stopped him.

"Are you a Hufflepuff student?"

Bruce turned around suddenly. There was no one in the lounge.

Who is speaking! ?

Goosebumps rose on his skin. He looked around the lounge, and then suddenly found that the original portrait of Ms. Hufflepuff, which could no longer be moved, was looking at him quietly.

The expression on Ms. Helga's face could no longer be simply described as worried.

It was fear, a contagious fear.

"Go tell your principal!"

Hufflepuff's portrait trembled and said, "The end of Hogwarts is coming. From the beginning to the end, from yesterday to tomorrow, the shadows of the three Dark Lords will cover the entire castle!"