Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Snake Have?

"No one can take anything from me.

Crow said.

"I see."

"Then go home quickly, I'm hungry."

"good."

Hogwarts.

The moon is extra full tonight.

But because of the school, the entire castle was shrouded in dark clouds.

Dark, silent, cold.

But only Dumbledore's office.

The lights are bright.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think you should know that there is no such thing as hate without reason in this world."

"what do you want?"

Dumbledore looked at the wizard sitting opposite him, wearing gray robes and sunglasses.

That slightly pale, but still handsome face now carried a touch of sarcasm.

"I want you to hand over the Daily Prophet you hid!"

Snape's tone was calm, not even strong, but filled with determination that was irrefutable.

"The Daily Prophet?!"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, a strange color flashing across his eyes.

The Daily Prophet was not created by Dumbledore, but was left behind by his adopted child.

But he never destroyed it.

It just stayed hidden in his desk drawer.

He never thought that one day a Death Eater would come to ask for the magazine!

"Why do you say that `||?"

Dumbledore's tone gradually became colder.

Snape stared at the old man with the white beard in front of him.

He could feel that Dumbledore was extremely angry.

"I'm not a Death Eater, and there's no need to tell you why, right?"

Snape stood up and took off his hood, revealing his pale face.

“But I think you don’t have the authority to access the Daily Prophet, so————you’d better leave it to me.

"If you don't hand it over, I will rob it."

After he finished speaking, he was ready to leave.

"I don't mind if you try."

Dumbledore's voice deepened.

"No, I don't mind."

Snape opened the door and left.

"Boom!"

The door panel hit the wall, making a deafening sound.

Dumbledore looked at the empty room, shook his head and sighed:

"I always feel like something is not quite right."

"Something's wrong?"

A childish voice came from behind him.

Dumbledore looked up and saw Crow standing in the doorway.

"When did you come in?"

"Well...just when that person knocked on the door..."

Crow pointed to the door, then walked to the sofa, picked up a cup of hot chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth.

".||Didn't I say this is for you, why don't you eat it?"

Dumbledore was a little unhappy and handed Crow another cup on the coffee table.

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore! I'm full!"

Crow shouted.

He had expected Dumbledore to criticize him.

But unexpectedly, Dumbledore ignored him.

He froze and blinked.

This state seems a little weird.

Is it because he was threatened by Death Eaters?

After thinking about it, he took out his wand, threw the chocolate into his mouth (De Li's), and swallowed it.

Dumbledore then shifted his attention and glanced at Crow in surprise.

"You can actually eat it?"

"Ah! I forgot, my stomach is a storage space, so this little chocolate is nothing."

Crow explained.

Then he saw Dumbledore's stunned look.

Dumbledore coughed in embarrassment, then picked up a stack of documents and flipped through them.

Crow didn't want to continue teasing the teacher, so he just sat on the sofa and read a book. .