[HP] I have a date with Snake House

Just may be the biggest difficulty you will face.

"I have to say again that I will never allow anyone to mix in my Advanced Potions class with a grade lower than an O. I take great joy in this, which means that once this year is over, I will not be in my Potions class. I met someone in my class." Without a doubt, Harry was definitely included in this 'someone'.

In fact, it is not only Professor Snape who has requirements for his advanced classes, most professors will set their advanced class standards at A or above, and even the advanced class grade requirement for Transfiguration is E, a level for Lancet. Talk about high scores.

"I even want to give up the idea of ​​becoming a professional pharmacist," Lanster complained dejectedly. During this period, without the stimulation of Quidditch adjustments and Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he spent all his time It is used in Metamorphology, but unfortunately, the gain is not directly proportional to the effort. "I should obediently return to the Muggle world after graduation and become the best wizard in the world who can play the piano."

"Don't talk foolishly about Lanster," beside him, Draco, who was an official of the Ministry of Magic, was still looking at the idle book as usual, "As long as you are willing to show off your disguise magus in the OWLs exam, I believe the examiner will give you an E without hesitation, at least an E."

"Okay, as if Professor McGonagall will really let me do it then, pass me the book Draco, thank you."

"No, I refuse," the platinum boy said, closing his book, "Pay attention to the time, it's too late, either go to sleep in your own room, or go to sleep in my room, choose one."

"Your room." Lancet said without hesitation. Since he discovered the benefits of the prefect's dormitory, Lancet has moved almost half of his belongings into Draco's dormitory. "Are you going to watch the night again today?"

"Uh huh," Draco replied with his head down, and while he was straightening his buttons, Lancet smoothed his cloak from behind thoughtfully. Self is a huge obstacle.

"Sorry," said the dark-haired Slytherin girl, unable to hold back, "but maybe I should avoid it?"

"No," Draco took a step forward, looking at her strangely, "Why do you think so?"

Because your lips look like they are about to become zero distance.Pansy rolled her eyes and walked out of the lounge door first.Draco stroked the boy's fluffy hair, and then followed the boy's footsteps.Lance, who was left behind by the two, looked around and found that all the people in the lounge had left, only the slightly messy books and candles on the table were still a little popular, and the young man bent over lightly The two packed up their things and walked into Draco's bedroom.

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Lanster felt that he had slept for less than an hour, and then he felt his bed sinking suddenly, and then, a cold touch hit his cheek, "Langster, wake up."

The boy was awakened by the cold feeling and quickened tone, and he didn't even have time to get up.

Seeing that there was clarity in his eyes, Draco, who was kneeling on the bedside, continued, "Listen to me, Lancet, something happened to your uncle."

As soon as the words 'something went wrong' came out of Lancet's mind, it was like a thunderbolt. During these years, Lancet was always worried about knowing the news of the death of the people around him from other people's mouths.He sat up on the bed, and it took him a while to realize the rest of Draco's sentence.

"What happened to Arthur?"

"When I was on the night watch just now, I saw Potter broke into Professor McGonagall's office at night. According to him, your uncle should have been bitten by a snake. Within a few minutes after that, they should have confirmed the news. Professor McGonagall had gone out to contact Dumbledore before I came back." That means that what Harry said has been confirmed.

Lancet rubbed his head. There were many things he wanted to ask, but he was very clear that none of these questions could be answered by Draco. Only the people on the front line knew the specifics of Arthur's injury this time.

"I just want you to understand this matter first. The specific situation will probably wait until the adults are willing to tell us." Although he is very reluctant to admit this, until now, the adult wizards of the Black and White War have not given them the slightest hint. To disclose information.

"What should I do now?" Lancet was fully awake, sitting side by side on the big soft bed with Draco, "What I want to do, what I want to ask, is not allowed."

"If you're sensible, what you need now is to sleep right away," Draco said softly, "because you don't know what you're going to face right away, but there's no doubt that you can't do that."

Draco was right, after this incident, Lancet's rationality had already left him, and according to common sense, his sleepiness was completely gone.But, "I can't sleep, but I can't go out either."

"That's right, what else can I do? Now?" The young man asked for help and looked at Draco beside him. In fact, from now on, his complexion is not much better than his own, because Lucius, as the Dark Lord's With his right hand, Draco had a hard time judging whether Lucius had intervened in the accident just now.It was up to Harry to talk about Arthur's situation, and Malfoy and his son were no longer able to exchange information with each other like they used to in this era when letters were subject to special censorship.But Draco still had the energy to answer him now.

"Maybe you can come closer." He said, his silver-gray eyes could hardly detect the fluctuations inside unless he looked carefully. Lancet knew that he had been sitting and preparing for one thing. For this reason, Draco had already My own Occlumency has been practiced to a considerable level.Lancet looked at the other party's calm eyes, and obediently leaned over a little.

"and then?"

"Then, we can have a kiss first." The platinum boy said pertinently. When his lips touched Lanster's, the latter realized that Mr. Slytherin prefect's lips were trembling slightly...

☆, Ellie

104. Elle

On the second day, Lancet found the twins who were wandering outside the dug to understand the situation. Unfortunately, just as they thought before, the children did not get any accurate information. The only thing to be thankful for is that Wei Mr Sly confirmed he was still alive.

During the Christmas break, Lancet was allowed to come to St. Mungo's with the Weasleys.

"Ellie's there too," said Molly as she led a group of children through the broken glass of the mall. "Thanks to her having been relieving Arthur with an antidote, otherwise it would have been worse."

Lancet couldn't help getting excited. You know, after he was sent to Grimmauld Square by Ellie half a year ago, he had only a few correspondences with Ellie, and he couldn't talk about his recent situation in detail, let alone about Ryan's news.

After arriving at St. Mungo's hall, Lanster was first blocked by the people coming and going in the hall. It is hard to imagine that there will be so many wounded with the population of the British wizarding world.Fortunately, after following Molly and the others up to Arthur's floor, he saw Ellie standing outside the door at a glance.

"Mom." The boy stood over obediently, acting like a good son, which is definitely not easy to see in normal times, "How is Arthur?"

This question is exactly what Molly and all the children wanted to ask after leaving for a long time. Ellie flicked the hair next to her ear, "He fell asleep, and the situation is still not optimistic. The ingredients of snake venom can prevent the wound from healing. nature, but fortunately, although it is slow, the medicinal properties of the snake venom antidote are consuming that ingredient little by little."

"Mom, we want to go in and see Dad." Ginny whispered palely.

"You can go in," Ellie said, "but before you go in, you have to do a good job of disinfection. Because Arthur's wound has been exposed to the air, you must avoid infection at any time. Also, it's best not to go in too many people at a time. You need a quiet resting environment more than you can imagine."

Afterwards, Ellie cast a sanitizing spell on them, and Molly led groups of three into the ward at a time.The first wave to go in was the twins and Ginny, while Harry, Ron and Lancet waited outside.

Not long after the first wave entered, Lanster couldn't help but look at Mrs. Nott who looked tired. "Mom, what have you been doing for the past six months?"

"What else can I do?" Ellie smiled. "As a non-combatant, of course I can only do medical support in the rear. Oh, by the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, son."

"What?" Lancet thought the other party would mention that he had won the Quidditch Cup by catching the Snitch three times.

Ellie rubbed Lancet's black hair with a smile, "You seem to be taller than your mother, good boy."

"..." So mom, can't you invent a height-enhancing potion or something? "Is Dad safe now?"

"Of course, you probably don't know," Ellie stuck out her tongue. "He was forced to retire from the circle by me. The publicity is to find inspiration and relax, and he will not return to the commanding circle within 2 years."

"Wow, Dad actually agrees?" Lanster asked incredulously, "He won't be overwhelmed?"

"Of course not. In fact, he is really looking for new inspirations every day, and he is having a great time discussing with others...Well, it seems that you are in the most dangerous situation among the three of us." Ellie Speaking of this, it seemed that he was about to express condolences to his college life, and then, the door of the ward was opened from the inside, and four Weasleys walked out from inside.

"It's your turn, Ron, Harry, and Lancet," said Molly, wiping away tears, and Ginny's face was also full of tears.After Ellie cast a disinfection spell on them, the three of Lancet followed Molly into the ward.

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After all, St. Mungo's was still too depressing and unsafe for the children. After visiting Arthur for the first time, Lance and the others stayed quietly in the Order of the Phoenix. As a wartime camp, here For most of the members, it can only be regarded as a place to discuss wartime plans and a transit point for a temporary stay. Except for Molly who comes back from time to time, even Sirius doesn't show his face all day long, except for one person—— —Langster Dear Mr. Dean.Although His Majesty the Snake King's target was not him, whenever Professor Snape stepped into No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Lanster couldn't help but want to find a potion book to pretend.

Lancet is not the only one who feels this way, all the little animals who were ordered to stay here have this reaction, including the Treasure Twins, no, not exactly, and there is one person whose performance is very unusual—our Savior Harry.

"Is the godfather still teaching him that?" On the night before Christmas, Lancet wisely chose to go back to his room when Professor Snape appeared. There is a two-way mirror that can be used to communicate with his little boyfriend.

"It should be, but they don't end up very happy every time."

"This is what it should be." Draco said comfortably on the other end, "If they get along so intimately, even if they can talk to each other pleasantly, I will wonder if the world is about to die."

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A few minutes later, Lanster, who wanted to go downstairs to retrieve the coat he had left behind, sat back with a pale face.

"I can tell you, Draco." The young man looked disoriented and bewildered, "I think I may have hallucinations, or it's your problem, you damn crow mouth."

"What?" The platinum boy asked unmoved, "Is there something wrong with your coat, kid?"

"No, it's ten thousand times more terrifying than this." Lancet's lips trembled, "Harry and Professor Snape..."

"Have you started a fight?" Lancet shook his head as he recalled the scene he had just seen on the stairs.

"...kissed." There was a sound of glass being shattered from the other side of the double-sided mirror, which gave Lanster an inexplicable sense of balance. Look, he couldn't be the only one who was frightened by this, right? ?

"Damn it," Draco cursed, and then probably restored those pieces to their original state. When his face returned to the double-sided mirror again, Lancet carefully found that the other person's face was much worse than his a few seconds ago of. "So—" Draco's tone was steady, "—looks like I might have to call Scarhead Godmother?"

For some reason, the boy always felt that after the initial surprise, Draco's reaction was actually calm, or in other words, it seemed that he had expected this conclusion.

☆, leave

105, leave

"So, they're dating on the grounds of Occlumency, right?" Lanster walked beside Draco desperately and speculated, and then suddenly realized a problem, "In this way, I'm really a Harry learns Occlumency more slowly?"

Not only Lancet couldn't accept this speculation, but even Draco frowned reluctantly. "No, since Potter was linked to the Dark Lord that night, it means that at least at that time his Occlumency was imperfect—alright," Mr. Prefect grabbed the boy's slender waist, "Why should we discuss This problem? Is it because of the magazine just now?"

"What does this have to do with the magazine? Speaking of which, I would like to ask, why did Rita Skeeter agree to do this kind of interview? Are you threatening her again?"

"Why would I threaten a Potter just to clear her name?" Draco raised his eyebrows dissatisfied.

"Yeah, that's exactly the question I'm asking." But Skeeter's reporting is clearly a thankless task.

"You should understand better. For someone like Skeeter, it will never be so difficult to get hold of her." They turned a corner, "Okay, where do you want to go now? Honeydukes or three Take the broom."

"Well—if I say I'm going to that sweet coffee shop..."

Draco interrupted him without hesitation, and said sweetly, "Then why don't we go back to the big bed in the dormitory, my dear, before Pansy is far away, I will hand over the task of leading the team back to her now .”

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Not long after Hogsmeade, the fifth grade students were still immersed in endless homework. For Lanster last year, the two most relaxing subjects were Potions and Divination. But after school started, In the Potions class, the boy's gaze never stopped between the Snake King and the savior boy. This behavior seriously affected his class progress and caused serious dissatisfaction from the Snake King.

Not to mention, a few days after Hogsmeade, Umbridge finally took action against Professor Trelawney, whom she had been very dissatisfied with.Fortunately, the new professor has adopted a more relaxed management of them. Lanster only needs to care about whether Professor Trelawney can complete the 'handover'.

After entering April, the atmosphere of various subjects became more tense. Whenever Lanster saw the eyes of Professor McGonagall in the transformation class, he felt like screaming: the content in the class was really too difficult.Around Easter, there were several students who 'overreacted' one after another, and they were the first to receive treatment from the medical wing.

On the night of the second Thursday in April, Draco came back a little later than usual, "Aha," he tossed the beautiful tie aside when he entered the door, and unbuttoned his coat one by one , "Dumbledore's Army has been reported."

"What?" The boy who was practicing the Transfiguration Curse was a little overwhelmed, "What did you report?"

"DA." Mr. Prefect said, "Just now Umbridge took a few of us from the special investigation team to the Room of Response, and Potter and his group were rushing out the door at that time." The robe was also thrown by him. On the side, Draco took a few steps and sat beside Lanster, "Of course, even if he can run back to the dormitory, Umbridge will be able to drag him back. She's not thinking about this every day or two. .”

Regarding this point, Lanster also fully believed that in some respects, Miss Toad was really persevering enough, for example, her persistent efforts drove Professor Trelawney out of the divination class. "Just don't know how things will play out."

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'Ministry of Magic ordered Dolores Jane Umbridge (Senior Inquisitor) to succeed Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The above regulations are in line with the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Swald Fudge, wife of Minister for Magic Connelly. '

In the early morning of the next day, everyone read the order under Umbridge's supervision. It seemed that yesterday's matter had been dealt with, and Umbridge sat on the seat of the original Dumbledore The seat in the middle of the dining table, on both sides of her - Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall left enough space for her.

Lancet looked at Gryffindor absent-mindedly. After a while, the trio with drooping heads came to the long table. Fortunately, they didn't care about Umbridge except for being a little frustrated. What kind of resentful behavior did the villain Dezhi' show, "Merlin, has the dean comforted him or something?" Lancet couldn't help guessing, because judging from Harry's usual performance, it is really impossible to imagine him There will be a moment of judging the situation.

"Maybe." Draco unfolded the newspaper and said, "It's also possible that Dumbledore gave him some explanation before 'escape'. Maybe Dumbledore needs such a vacation right now?"

"Oh, of course, Dumbledore doesn't look like someone who would obediently go to Azkaban with Fudge, not to mention that the Order of the Phoenix needs him more and more now." They finished their breakfast and walked towards After leaving the door, most of the Slytherins didn't have classes this morning. They chose to go back to the lounge or to the library in twos and threes, or even go to the lake to relax. Lanster couldn't think of his destination for a while.

"Tell me, do I want to go and listen to the transformation classes of the other two academies?" Before he could finish his words, two people took up his words.

"No, no, of course not little Lance."

"It's not a good idea to do that, if I were you,"

"I'm going to the library, for the next period of time,"

"That's a piece of pure land in Hogwarts."

The way of speaking in harmony with each other is of course twins.Lancet looked at the same smirk in front of him, and asked warily, "What are you guys doing again?"

"We're going to make a big deal," George said with a grin. "A great gift to Umbridge."

"Oh, by the way, before that, thank you, little Malfoy," Fred turned his head and said, "Your proposal is very effective, and we have completely solved the side effects of skipping sugar."

"Wait a minute, did you guys invent something again?" The boy stopped the twins who were about to leave without knowing why.And Draco next to him was completely calm, "It's a small matter." But Lanster knew from the corner of his mouth slightly that it was definitely not a "small matter", otherwise Draco would not have a look A little smugly.

"Okay, let's not say much, we still have a lot of things to prepare."

"Yes, please enjoy it then." After speaking, the two of them joined hands and gave an exaggerated salute, before quickly disappearing around the corner.

The author has something to say: Well, the twins are going to bomb the school 233333

☆、Career consultation

106. Career counseling

What is certain is that what the twins said to Lanster in the morning was indeed very realistic, but they seemed to be unclear about the definition of "doing a big vote" and "bombing a school".

In Hogwarts' continuous millennium history, almost no student exited in this way - enjoying the praise of other students while blowing up the school and the acting headmaster.But I have to say that at this tense and depressing moment, all the students actually felt happy in this sudden situation.

The grand farce in the afternoon started at 3:4, and the pyrotechnic effect lasted until about a quarter past [-]:[-]. The big dung egg outside Umbridge (Langster always felt that it might not have been thrown by the twins but other students) was not destroyed until night. Clean them up, and the smell they leave may not be removed for several days, because several professors who are good at this find various excuses to refuse Umbridge's request for help.As for the Swansong Prank Swamp, they stayed on the ground in the corridor of Umbridge's office for half a month.

"Oh, you should know better than me," Professor McGonagall shirked under another 'effort', "This is not an area we are good at. In Hogwarts, only Dumbledore is proficient in space magic."

In addition, Lance finally saw how many skipping sweets the twins left at Hogwarts. Every time Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the medical wing would be overcrowded. At the beginning, Madam Pomfrey would treat them. , but once Umbridge personally went there to make a fuss, the medical wing seemed to be the second class of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and there were even more people here than in the classroom.

"Some people are not born to be leaders. Even if he has power in his hands, he will use it as a driving force for others to resist." Draco waved his wand and fixed the career consultation schedule on the notification bar.

"You mean Umbridge?"

"It's not just her, but the political system she's in. If your form is sane, it should have been neutral earlier instead of following the Fudge regime that is destined to be consumed in this war." His face full of incomprehension. "To be honest, I thought the Weasleys finally had a brain."

"Everyone thinks so." Lanster said dryly.

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"It's your turn, Nott." The previous student came out of the dean's office and beckoned him to go in quickly.The boy nodded, walked to the door and knocked, and with a sound of "Enter." The cellar door opened left and right.

"Good day, Professor Snape." Lancet said. At this time, Professor Snape did not sit on the office chair he usually sat on, but placed a table in the middle of the room.

"Sit down, Mr. Nott." Lord Snake King said coolly, "If you understand that our purpose at this time is not for you to stand around and look at your poor dean's office."

Lancet, who was obsessed with discovering items in Mr. Dean's office that did not match the atmosphere of Slytherin, immediately came to his senses, and obediently sat down on the green carved high-back chair, "Yes, sir."

Master Snake King impatiently knocked on the table, "Intention to take office."

"Well, I hope to become a pharmacist." Lanst was sure that after saying this, he clearly saw Mr. Dean's snort.

"If your expectations of yourself are only defined by a position of making potions, you want to spend the rest of your life day after day making potions," Professor Snape said coldly, "With all due respect, Noot Sir, why don't you let go of everything in the wizarding world and return to the Muggle world to be a creative pianist."

"..." This is also one of my considerations, Lancet thought to himself, but he didn't expect to hear this from the mouth of the dean. Professor Snape has always been indifferent to everything in the Muggle world. It felt like, not just him, but the whole Slytherin. "I thought you would think it was the right way for me to stay in the magic world." The boy said frankly. "I did think about going back to the Muggle world, or becoming a full-fledged Quidditch player, I don't know which one to choose, because all three require a lot of effort."

"The wizarding world will not go back decades just because there is one less potion master, and the British team will not be unable to play well because of one less Quidditch star. Similarly, the Muggle world will not suffer because of one less musician. What's the shortcoming," said the Lord Snake King, who had already started to pack up his files. "The important thing is, Mr. Nott, if you cultivate any of your talents into a mediocre skill, such as what the hell potion Master, your path has already been cut in half by yourself."

"You can reconsider until your OWLs. Exam. But what I want to say is: as a pharmacist, the basic requirements are Potions, Magic, Transfiguration and Ancient Mageweaves; as a Quidditch player , the flight class requirement is O, and each team has different requirements for the awards in school; if you plan to return to the Muggle world, congratulations, you can still catch the last bus of the Weasley brothers by packing your bags now."

"I'll..."

With a bang, the fireplace in the room suddenly lit up with a green flame, and a greasy head emerged from the flame, "My dear, Severus, I need your help." Miss Umbridge laughed Ruhua, "Now, I have caught a dishonest and suspicious student. He intends to contact the fugitive Dumbledore who is wanted by the Ministry of Magic. Excuse me, can you send some veritaserum for our interrogation?"

"This is against the rules, Professor Umbridge." Professor Snape said unmoved, his black eyes stared at the cluster of flames, as if he wanted to see something else from it, but unfortunately , he got nothing but Umbridge's big head.

"No, no, no, you can't argue with me like that, Severus, I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts now." A girlish laugh came from the fireplace, "Just three drops, Severus Si, you should know where my office is."

After the words were finished, the firelight disappeared from the fireplace, and along with it disappeared Umbridge's disgusting face. Lancet bet his OWLs. Now waiting in Umbridge's office The one who taught Veritaserum to Snape was definitely Harry.

☆、The exam starts

107. The exam begins

After entering June, the OWLs. Exams came to them non-stop. From the panic in the first week to the numbness on the day before the exam, Lanster said that he has never spent so much on studying when he grows up. Big effort.Because of the fierceness of the exam, the birthdays of both Lancet and Draco were hastily passed.

At the end of June, the examiners arrived at Hogwarts, and the students in the fifth and seventh grades finally ushered in the two weeks of exams.

The venue for the OWLs. exam was set up in the auditorium. Compared with the usual classroom, the candidates for the written exam were inexplicably nervous because of the spaciousness of the classroom. The first day of the exam for Lance and the others was Charms, a subject for Lance It is not difficult in particular, except that his too long wand brought him some difficulties in casting spells when he first entered school. With the growth of height, the length of the wand now does not cause any inconvenience to the young man.

The second subject is Transfiguration. In order to take advantage of the opportunity, Lanster not only carefully fulfilled the examiner's requirements in the time test, but also showed the examiners his own disguise magus, hoping to usher in some extra bonuses. point.

Next, the exams of Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts also went very well. The ancient magic literature on Friday was not bad. After these five courses, they ushered in a weekend.

"I don't even want to know what I will face in the protection of magical creatures class exam next Tuesday." When he said this, Prince Draco was desperately flipping through the sample questions and test points of the protection of magical creatures class over the years. .

But Lanster couldn't care less about laughing at him at this time. In fact, he was frantically flipping through a book called "Teaching You How to Pretend to See the Future", trying to find some skills for dealing with the divination exam on Wednesday afternoon.Maybe this is really useful, at least during the divination exam, after Lanster pretended to observe the crystal ball, he recited a few plausible sentences, unlike the one next to him. Ron, he vividly described an upside-down, bald head with tumors - when he later found out that this bald head was the examiner himself behind the crystal ball, the injury had inevitably happened, and it was difficult for Lancet to convince I believe that the examiner will give Ron a fair description point after this, even if what he did describe is similar to the original.

During this period, they went through the Potions test and the Astronomy test. For Lanster, these two subjects were normal performances-one should be perfect, and the other is undoubtedly scum.

On Friday, their last exam was History of Magic, the only one without practice.Lanster had already filled in the part he knew. As for the remaining part, the boy could only say that even if he sat here until the end of the exam, he would not come up with the correct answer.Therefore, after spending less than an hour, Lanster handed in the test paper in a cool manner and became the first person to walk out of the examination room.

Well, hope Draco has a good grade.Before leaving the classroom, the boy took one last look at the Slytherin prince who was still answering the question seriously, and left the auditorium.

Different from the tense atmosphere in the auditorium, the outside air across the door was quite fresh, and even the temperature was several degrees lower than inside. Through the window, Lanster could see the clear sky outside and the pointed roof of the tower. "Great, I'm finally liberated now." The boy murmured.

Of course, maybe he was too happy when he said this, because before Lanster could decide whether to go to his dormitory to sleep or go out and relax by the Black Lake, the door behind him was pushed away again.A figure staggered out.

God, I don't feel so good.A bad feeling developed in Lancet's mind. This feeling prevented him from looking back, but it had no effect. Immediately, he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Lanster," at the same time, the owner of the voice ran to him, "I need your help."

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"So? You're going to ask me to see if my dear dean is in his office?" Lanster stared at Harry incredulously, and took a deep breath. "Dude, apart from the Quidditch Cup, I really didn't do anything wrong to you."

"I know, Lance," Harry explained wretchedly, "but I saw, Voldemort to Sev—"

"Stop," Lancet said with goosebumps all over his body