The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

That coldness seemed to have a wonderful magical power, which instantly calmed Harry's mind.

Then, it began to spread rapidly towards Harry's torso and limbs.

Wherever he went, all the magic power began to work automatically as if he had received some kind of instruction.

Driven by this wonderful force, Harry raised his wand like a ghost.

First, a gray-white light beam hit Ron's body, sending him flying.

Then the gleaming wand slammed down Snape's spell again, jerking it away.

laugh--

After a strange sound.

A large amount of magical light dust slowly fell around Harry.

The appearance of this scene caused a brief silence in the entire classroom.

Those who can enter the NEWT course have no mediocrity.

They all recognized the means Harry had just used.

First, Ron was pushed away with a burst of magic power, and then a curse counterattack defeated Snape's attack.

Most importantly, Harry used silent spells throughout this entire process.

And it's a silent spell like multiple casting.

This was no longer something a normal Hogwarts student could do.

Even ordinary Aurors may not be able to do this kind of skill!

"My God! Harry! How did you do it?"

Ron jumped up from the ground, hugged Harry and cheered, "This is really, really good! You're a genius!"

Harry was swayed here and there by Ron's movements, and now the cold power in his body had completely faded away. He looked at his wand with a dull expression, and he couldn't believe it.

Snape's gloomy and vicious voice also quietly sounded at this moment:

"Well done, Mr. Potter, you..."

"You don't need to call me sir, Professor." Harry interrupted after reacting, "I think I should have succeeded? So now you should also give me, Gryffindor points?"

As soon as this remark came out, several students gasped in surprise, including Hermione.

But no one has ever dared to be so angry at Snape in Snape's class, this is an absolute act of death!

However, behind Snape, Dean, Seamus and other Gryffindors showed appreciative smiles on their faces.

In their view, this is the proper reaction of a Gryffindor. The brave Gryffindor is never afraid of any suppression!

Harry noticed them too, and waved at them triumphantly.

Hermione hurried forward and stopped him, not wanting him to provoke Snape any further.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"In detention, Saturday night, in my office." Snape said sternly, "I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter...even the savior."

...

"Harry! You did a great job!"

End of an excruciating Defense Against the Dark Arts class,

Ron couldn't help but yelled at Harry as soon as he entered the common room, "I can't believe it, you did it so easily? Of course, and Neville, you did a great job too!" Ha! Did you see Snape's expression at that time? He was like a worm that had been bitten off while eating an apple!"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the Gryffindors who returned with Harry and others couldn't help laughing.

Harry, too, was giggling, thinking Ron's analogy was apt.

Although he was punished by Snape this time and placed in confinement, it was worth making a fool of himself if he could get Snape the punishment he deserved.

Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors obviously thought so too.

This is not because the punishment did not fall on them, so they don't care.

But as a Gryffindor, punishments such as confinement are really nothing.

How many of the Gryffindors who were above the third grade were not punished by the professors?

It really doesn't matter to them.

"To be honest, I really don't understand what Dumbledore and Link are thinking. Why should Snape be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? That guy is arrogant and vicious, and it's not suitable at all! Remember what he told us in class?"

Ron seemed to be addicted, cleared his throat, and said in Snape's tone, "Oh! If it weren't for the fact that I helped you make up a wave of lessons at the end of last semester, a large part of you People are not qualified to continue to participate in the NEWT course of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

what! This is simply the biggest joke in the world!

But anyone with a little IQ should know that the reason why we got high marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts and other courses last year was entirely because Link ordered the D.A. Army to open the D.A. Improvement Cram School!

What did this have to do with him, Snape?

He was so embarrassed that he took all the credit for himself! "

After Ron said the latter, his expression became ferocious.

It was obvious that he had substituted the resentment that Snape had pointed at him in class.

The Gryffindors around were also very supportive and laughed again.

Only this time, Harry didn't laugh along with him.

Hermione on the side frowned and said:

"I think instead of complaining here, you might as well practice silent spells or preview other homework. As long as your grades are good enough, Snape will have no reason to trouble you next time."

"Ha - Hermione, do you really think so?"

Ron seemed to have heard some big joke, "Your logic has a huge error! Snape is just trying to trouble us, and this has nothing to do with our grades! Aren't your grades already good enough?" Did it? But what happened? Didn't Snape still trouble you just now?

Also, how do you think I was targeted in the last class? What was Harry being punished for?

I am saving you! How can you talk to me like that now? "

Listening to Ron's words, Hermione's face began to turn red rapidly again.

This made Harry a little helpless.

He felt that a new quarrel was about to start.

He is convinced by these two people, why are there fights every day?

What he didn't expect was that Hermione, whose face was flushed, finally lowered her head and said:

"thanks……"

"What did you say?"

Ron frowned, looking at Hermione in shock.

He couldn't believe that these two words would come out of Hermione's mouth.

According to common sense, shouldn't Hermione scold him immediately?

This made him suspect that something was wrong with his hearing.

Hearing this, Hermione suddenly raised her head and shouted at Ron:

"I said, thank you!"

The loud sound almost filled the entire Gryffindor common room.

Now Ron was completely confused, and he hesitated for a long time before he hummed 'You're welcome'.

The students around me laughed again.

Harry also had a good laugh.

He put his arm around Ron's shoulder and said:

"It would be the best if you can reconcile. But I think that what Snape said in class just now is actually not unreasonable."

"You mean that passage?"

"He just said that many people were admitted to the NEWT course because of him." Harry said with some emotion, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case. You must know that not everyone is qualified Join the D.A. army and enjoy the D.A.'s internal tutoring courses. Except for us, more ordinary students did get good grades in the exam because Snape made up for them at the last minute.

In addition, he taught us the silent mantra today, probably out of good intentions.

After all, it is indeed a very useful skill. If it can be truly mastered, it should be of great help in future possible battles.

So, although Snape was a bit annoying.

But on the whole, he is still a competent professor.

At least he is much better than professors like Umbridge or Lockhart, right? "

Those words had been in Harry's mind for a long time.

After today's class, he really felt that Snape wasn't that bad.

Even, Snape could even be called a good professor, if those bad personalities and what could be done to them were put aside.

It's just that Ron, Hermione and others obviously don't feel this way.

Because as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that almost all the students around him were looking at him with extremely weird eyes.

Ron even stepped forward and touched his forehead twice, frowning and said:

"You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"What are you thinking?" Harry jerked Ron's arm away. "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Let's put aside the question of whether what you said is right or not. I think you have a bigger problem." Ron said with a concerned face, "I have felt since a few days ago that you have become more and more serious." Be more...more kind, no, or kind and self-disciplined. You don’t stay up in the morning anymore, and after you get up, you will make your own bed and wash yourself clean. You won’t waste any more time when you eat Food, treat the students in the lower grades kindly and politely, and even don't have too much hostility towards the Slytherins. And now, you don't think Snape is so bad anymore?!"

"Aren't these... these are what I should do as a student?"

"That's true, but you weren't like this before. The changes in you recently are too great. What's wrong with you?"

Hermione also came over and said:

"Also! What happened to your performance in the Potions class and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just now? You were obviously not that smart and outstanding before, but today, not only did you perfectly handle the Potion of Living Hell , and he is the second person in the class to learn the silent spell! This is so reasonable!"

Valley\u003c/span\u003e Harry stared blankly at Ron and Hermione.

What they said made him a little confused.

In fact, Harry also noticed the change in himself.

Overall, these changes were almost all benign.

Therefore, he has not paid too much attention to it.

But now being questioned by Ron and Hermione, a doubt finally emerged from Harry's mind.

When did these changes start?

From living with Sirius?

Or did it start at the beginning of the semester?

Or, did it start when you started having that sweet dream?

Looking at the concerned eyes of Ron and Hermione, Harry was at a loss for words for a moment.

He didn't know how to answer his two best friends, because even he himself didn't know which one was the correct answer among so many choices.

"Harry! Ho! Harry Potter! And Neville Longbottom!"

At this moment, a slightly immature voice suddenly sounded.

Being disturbed by this, Harry's thoughts that he had managed to get were interrupted again.

Others also lost interest in continuing to discuss this topic.

Everyone heard the prestige and looked around, only to see a second-year Gryffindor boy quickly running in front of them.

He seemed to have run all the way from the classroom. This kind of intense exercise made his forehead covered with sweat, and he was so short of breath that he could only support his knees with his hands and pant for breath.

But even so, he still handed a wax-stamped letter to Harry and Neville with difficulty and said:

"I have here... your letter, it is... Professor Slughorn asked me to give it to you!"

"letter?"

Harry accepted the letter with some confusion, "What is he writing to me again?"

"What else could it be? Probably because I want to invite you to have dinner together again!"

Ron said there with some yin and yang.

He had been dissatisfied for a long time that Professor Slughorn had only invited Harry and Neville on the train, but not him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Neville and Harry, who had just opened the letter, were looking at him strangely.

It made him realize something.

He opened his mouth wide and said:

"I'm just... talking nonsense, shouldn't it be really guessed by me?"

"Yeah, Ron, you guessed right. But it's not a dinner, it's a party."

Harry said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Ron screamed, and took the invitation letter from Harry's hand and looked at it carefully.

While watching, while holding Neville in his arms, he continued to yell inexplicably:

"My God! Harry, and Neville! Slughorn must have taken a fancy to your talent! Just think, he'll be able to pull out a big pot of Felicia later, how much you can get this time Benefits! Merlin, you are going to get rich!"

"Wait, what Felicity Elixir? What fortune? What are you talking about?"

Seamus frowned, and asked with some puzzlement—he didn't get to attend NWET's Potions class, so he didn't know much about the class.

Ron couldn't contain his excitement.

He rushed to the long table in the lounge and started talking to everyone about Harry's feat in the morning class.

Look at that smug look, as if he was the one who won the Felicia in the end.

Harry didn't take part in Ron's story meeting.

He walked slowly to the window alone, staring at the Forbidden Forest that was gradually turning yellow in the distance, Harry frowned tightly.

He didn't think Slughorn's invitation was just to make them rich.

In his guess, Slughorn must have a more utilitarian purpose.

Like, does he value something about himself?

Or, he also noticed the huge change in himself, and tried to get something from it?

Harry didn't know, he was just flustered for no reason.

This dinner may not be that simple!

But no matter what, he was going.

Because, Slughorn, probably knew something of his mother Lily's past.

And Harry is quite curious about these things!

...

at the same time.

Snape and Draco were walking the streets of Hogsmeade.

Compared to Diagon Alley, there were not many people in Hogsmeade on Thursday afternoon.

Except for those shop assistants who were so bored that they were chatting and joking, there was hardly a single passenger to be seen on the street.

Even, many shops on both sides of the street were closed at this time.

But even so, Draco was still so nervous that he couldn't help shivering.

Snape seemed to notice this.

His deep gaze swept over Draco's trembling shoulders, hesitating for a while and finally reached out to hold his hand.

Draco glanced at Snape in surprise.

Snape, on the other hand, stared straight ahead, as if the hand holding Draco wasn't his at all.

Unlike Snape's cold, viscous image, his hands were warm, dry, and very strong.

Feeling the warmth from the palm of his hand, Draco's nervousness subsided slightly, and his body no longer trembled.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"Professor Snape, tell me, can my father really come out?"

"Even if your brain is full of troll snot," Snape said flatly, "then you should know that Link can't make fun of us on this kind of issue. Since he said we'll pick up your father, then Your father will really be released!"

"Then tell me, could my father have been tortured mad by them? Or had his legs and hands broken?"

"Won't!"

"Why do you say that? You know how cruel Link Foley is, maybe he will really..."

"To shut up!"

Snape suddenly interrupted sharply, "From now on, I don't want to hear a single syllable from your mouth! I don't even want to read a little bit of hatred or insult to Link from your mind! Do you hear clearly? "

Draco stared blankly at Snape, his eyes gradually turning red.

He didn't expect that Snape, whom he had always regarded as his godfather, was also facing Link Foley, and also said such serious words to him.

However, Snape didn't have any interest in explaining this. He stretched out his hand and pulled Draco into the nearby Three Broomsticks tavern.

Jingle Bell!

As they entered, the bell hanging on the door frame made a crisp sound.

This startled the proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, who was dozing off on the bar counter.

She hurriedly raised her head, wiped her saliva and said:

"Welcome, we have... uh!"

Madam Rosmerta's words froze suddenly, and she stared at Snape with surprise on her face.

As a tavern owner whose main business came from Hogwarts students, she certainly knew Professor Snape.

It could even be said that she was very familiar with Snape.

After all, almost every student who came to her store for consumption would not involuntarily complain about Snape when they were happy.

What really surprised her was that today's Snape had changed from his usual image.

Not only did he change into a gray robe, he even washed his hair, making him look less greasy.

What's more, Snape was holding a student with platinum blonde hair by the hand.

Where are they going?

Ms. Rosmerta couldn't help thinking.

Snape said coldly in an informative tone:

"We're going to borrow your Floo fireplace here."

"When, of course, you do as you please."

Ms. Rosmerta stammered.

In fact, Snape dragged Draco into the fireplace before she could respond.

When Ms. Rosmerta finished speaking, Snape had already raised a handful of Floo powder and said expressionlessly:

"Ministry of Magic!"

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