Undercover In Harry Potter

Undercover In Harry Potter Chapter 32

It was late at night, and Troll had been dealt with by Dumbledore less than an hour after Quirrell "discovered" Dumbledore.

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore sits in a chair next to a senile crimson bird on a shelf.

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes without speaking. The fire of the fire in the office projected half of Dumbledore's face, making it half-light and half-dark.

After an unknown amount of time, a silhouette appeared at the door of the office, with a black robe, allowing him to hide himself in the darkness almost perfectly.

"Quirrell is suspicious about tonight's events."

Snape spoke slowly, in the same tone of voice he had never changed.

Dumbledore un'ed, turned to look at Snape, and said, "Are you hurt?"

"Well, bitten by Hagrid's Cerberus." Snape replied calmly.

"Sit down." Dumbledore stood up, walked into a glass cabinet next to him, and took out two china tea cups, "How about some tea?"

Snape didn't answer. Instead, he said, "I urge you to pay attention to Quirrell, he seems to be very interested in Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore looked deeply Snape and said, "Have a cup of jasmine tea." Dumbledore waved With a few fingers, two teacups flew to the table, and then a teapot flew out of the glass case.

"I don't drink tea." Snape continued to stand in the dark in the doorway, looking at Dumbledore, "I think Quirrell is wrong, I can deal with it if necessary..."

"I don't drink tea." p>

"Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted Snape heavily, looking at Snape sincerely, "We can't do this to Quirrell, I believe he's a lost man drawn to an eternal lifespan, and we should use Love touched him."

"Shoot." Snape sneered, "Love isn't as powerful as you think, Dumbledore!"

"Love is as powerful as Severus." Dumbledore walked away He took his seat and sat down, sighed, "I've seen the power of love more than once."

Dumbledore had a look of reminiscence in his eyes, but Snape didn't care.

Snape turned to leave, but just after turning around, he suddenly opened the mouth and said: "How is he?"

Dumbledore laughed and said, "Harry is not suffering. What a major injury, just a little bit of a calf injury, but Madam Pomfrey forced Harry to stay in the Medical Room for one night."

Snape strode away after asking.

Dumbledore watched Snape leave, muttered: "Love is powerful because you are unconsciously affected by love, even when you question it."

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Jason went back to the dormitory and glanced at the owl cage still on the table.

Isère's owl was trapped in the cage, looking sluggish and helpless. It seems that during the time when Jason left, the owl tried many ways to escape. But it ended in failure.

Jason laughed and walked to the front of the table.

Owl noticed that Jason was coming, and immediately came to the spirit, his eyes glared at Jason, as if he was watching a father-killer.

Jason was amused by the owl's demeanor and said, "speaking of which I don't know what your name is, er, why don't I give you a name that only the two of us know. Well, Since you're so white, let's call you Slug Fred, Slu Fred, snowflake, Snowflake."

Sluf Fred glared at Jason and fluttered his wings, but the space in this cage was simply not enough. It's so big, it feels cramped and cramped just standing in it, even more how flapping its wings, the movement of its wings will immediately hit the cage.

"You, you, why are you so stupid?" Jason looked at Slug Fred's embarrassed expression, "Stay in the cage honestly, don't resist, naturally you won't feel oppressed... ..."

Halfway through the sentence, Jason paused, in fact, isn't he sometimes like Slug Fred in the cage?

Jason glanced at it and said to it: "Don't worry, I'm just the owner of you who is upset, so I'll ask you to live in this cage for a few days, well, wait until the Quidditch match, I'll let you go."

With that, Jason took off his robe and went to bed.

Slug Fred in the cage looked at Jason angrily with dark eyes.

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As we enter November, the weather gets very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning there is frost on the ground. Hagrid can be seen from the upstairs window, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting the broomstick at the Quiddich stadium.

The Troll storm at the Halloween dinner disrupted the atmosphere of the dinner and left some young wizards terrified, but after the night passed, the students discussed the Troll that day, but they gave birth to a sense of turmoil. A sense of adventure.

Although most of the people here haven't even seen Troll's appearance, it doesn't affect everyone's speculation about it. He is happily telling everyone what happened last night.

"Do you know how horrible that Troll is, its whole body is pushed to the ceiling, and Troll has long fangs and blood hanging from the corners of his mouth... ' Ron spoke eloquently, while Harry beside him felt a sense of shame in the heart.

Troll looks like this?

Harry wondered if he should change his glasses.

Harry raised his forehead, looked towards Hermione across the table, and whispered: "Hermione, I think my memory may be different from Ron's memory."

Hermione is also very difficult. After looking at Ron, sighed and said, "Forget it, Ron is probably such a person."

"By the way, Harry, the Quidditch match is about to begin?" Hermione asked. road.

Harry clicked nodded and said, "Yes, the game is on Saturday, it's tomorrow. Wood said I have to go to practice later, and I think he's a little stunned."

Hermione thought about it seriously and said, "Well, I will help you with your homework these two days, and you will seriously represent our Gryffindor and defeat Slytherin!" At the same time, Hermione picked up a book from her side— —"Quidditch Through the Ages"

"I hope this book will help you," Hermione said.

That night, Hermione was crying, but Aina ran in outside the women's bathroom halfway through, and the other side said hurry up, there is Troll, but unfortunately, I happened to meet Troll when I went out.

After the Troll incident, Harry, Ron and Hermione became friends. For Aina, who was not in the same house, trio also established a good friendship with her.

During recess today, only Harry, Ron and Hermione were out in the cold yard due to class.

Hermione used her magic to conjure up a handful of bright blue flames for them, which she could carry around in a jam jar. They stood there with their backs to the flames to keep warm.

At this point, Snape walked across the yard. Harry noticed at a glance that Snape was limping. Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer together, trying to block the flames out of sight.

Because they knew it was definitely not allowed.

Unfortunately, the guilty look on their faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He didn't see the flames, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to chastise them anyway.

"What's in your hand, Potter?"

It was Quidditch Through the Ages, Harry showed him.

"Library books are not allowed out of school," Snape said. "Give it to me. Gryffindor gets 5 points off."

"He made up a temporary Rules." Harry muttered indignantly as Snape limped away, "Don't know what happened to his leg?"

"I don't know, but I hope he hurts enough." Ron taking pleasure in other people's misfortune said.

At this point, Jason stood in front of a window above the castle, quietly watching the scene below.

This is a new assignment given to him by Voldemort to help him spy on Harry Potter.

From the Halloween Troll event, Voldemort felt that Dumbledore was very concerned about Harry, and at the same time Voldemort also thought about one thing, which was to kill Harry Potter's flag in the future.

Over the years, because Voldemort has failed at Harry's hands, this has led to the lack of solid support for Voldemort from many pure blood wizard families. And Voldemort planned, after he was resurrected, his first thing was to kill the chicken to warn the monkey with Harry Potter.

Jason has no opinion on this, he is impossible to be a Death Eater, impossible all his life.

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