Chapter 1309 ? This Is Even More Wrong

The atmosphere in the Hogwarts auditorium was much more relaxed and lazier than usual due to the joy of the upcoming festival and holiday.

In the auditorium below the floating candles, the four long college tables were already filled with chattering students, and the house-elves had made extra big meals for the day before the holidays.

At the Slytherin table.

"My dad is very satisfied with the new tricks I learned from Alan." Draco Malfoy said triumphantly: "He promised me to wear a wizard computer in school, and wait for the holidays. The end we can use to play games."

"Although I'm not as good as you, I've learned a few." Blaise Zabini straightened his back with some pride, picked up a silver fork with his dark-skinned hands, and picked up a piece of white-meat fish steak. "When I was practicing on the training ground, I was lucky enough to get instructions from Laura's mother, but I haven't mastered the stone skin technique yet."

"If you want me to say, if you two idiots can put half of your mind on eating to practice... you won't be able to learn the shield technique until now... I feel a little right when others look at you when you follow me Practice." Draco wrinkled his nose, looked at Crabbe and Goyle who were grabbing the cake and stuffing it into their mouths with disgust, and then looked enviously at the one who was handing a sugar quill to Ai Millie's perfect sidekick Laura Rozier.

Emily was sitting at the top of the long Slytherin table, whispering to Pansy, the plates in front of her were pushed far away, she took a sip from the sugar quill that Laura had unwrapped, and then waved Let Pansy continue talking.

No matter how stupid Goyle and Crabbe were, they understood Draco's dissatisfaction. Crabbe gave a thick initial shudder or two, not knowing how to respond.

Goyle thought for a while while Draco was looking at Emily, he looked awkwardly at the teacher's desk, then put down the cake in his hand, and picked out one he thought Draco would like Topic: "Draco, I guess Potter must have pissed off Professor Snape again, and the Dean is glaring at him again."

"It's a pity that the dean can't deduct points for no reason now." Draco raised his chin and glanced at the teacher's seat, "Potter must have done something stupid again, I noticed today that he put Snape's Breathed out so long that he spoke into the air."

Neville Longbottom was also noticing Snape's frightening look. He took a bite of the roasted tomato and felt the eyes of the Potions professor. He subconsciously glanced at it and shivered suddenly. He squeezed out some juice from the roasted tomato and splashed it. He wiped it with his hands indiscriminately. The cheeks chewed again and again, swallowing what was in his mouth in two or three mouthfuls.

Then Neville leaned back, trying to cover his face with Hermione's luxuriant hair on his left, and carefully poked his head out from the other side, noticing that the angle of the other's eyes hadn't changed because of his movement. Variety.

"Harry, what the hell did you do to Professor Snape? ...not even letting you eat.

" Neville said naively, poking Harry with his fleshy fingers, reminding him very seriously, "You have to be careful, I listened to Professor Lupine's words last time and turned that one into a He hasn't used that look since his boggarts are in my grandma's clothes..."

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she picked up the milk glass and took a sip for herself, and she silently wiped the corners of her mouth. She already knew what was going on, and although she didn't quite agree with Alan making fun of other people—but she realized that Professor Snape was staring at Harry so hotly now, probably because he wanted to invite Harry Leigh went to his house as a guest, but he couldn't say anything... and the situation where Harry was staring at Snape's house... This made Hermione try hard not to laugh out loud, and it made her somewhat understand Allen's thoughts.

"Looking at that look, he must be hesitant to arrest you for poisoning, Harry." Ron looked behind the teacher's table and said to Harry with some horror, "No matter how you offend him, I think you'd better Put some cow dung stones in your bag..."

"Harry, it's no wonder that you haven't deducted much points these days...Maybe it's like accumulating energy in the game." Fleger popped his head from Neville's fat body.

"Principal Grindelwald of the university is here, I have to go to the principal's office..." Hermione deliberately took out her pocket watch and said in surprise, then she stood up and comforted Harry hesitantly: "Don't Worried about Harry, the professor can't just punish the students now... You have to focus on the magic taught by Allen before, and you haven't successfully cast it once... Otherwise, Snape can't punish you, and Penello will too. "

Harry adjusted his glasses and watched Hermione leave. He felt that he knew the reason why Snape hated him so much. A few days ago, he made him dress up like a rapper. He knew it from the other party's reaction at that time. Thoughts of revenge.

Thinking of what happened to Neville after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry also felt guilty and worried, but it was difficult to say these things in public, because Alan hadn't announced his new experiment yet, so he couldn't tell other people about it. people.

"Harry, it's a holiday this afternoon anyway, and there's no Potions class today...we'll avoid him later." Ron spread butter on his own bread, "You'll leave with us without waiting for Sirius , Mum said she told me Dad would bring Sirius over at the Ministry of Magic."

"Uh...I'm so sorry, Ron...Ginny, Sirius and I won't go to the festival this year." Harry said with some embarrassment, seeing his girlfriend Ginny's disappointed and puzzled eyes, Harry held his girlfriend's hand , explained in a low voice, "Ginny, thank Mrs. Weasley and me first... But we can come out anytime during the holidays."

"Why Harry?! There's no takeaway at Christmas. Didn't you say that you didn't like what Mr. Handy made?" Ron stopped chewing, and he turned his head in astonishment, "It's just the two of you in that Isn't it too deserted to spend the holidays in a big house? It's a pity, Lavender will come to live here this year..."

"Then it's a good thing your house won't be too cold..." Harry didn't understand what Lavender's going to the Burrow had to do with him, so he could only explain dryly, "Because some relatives came to me this Christmas..."

Ginny gave Ron a habitual look and asked, "A relative? Harry, is it from Black...? Tonks? No, Lupine and the others will come to the Burrow too..."

"My aunt's family will spend Christmas with Sirius this year." Harry's ears were red, but he couldn't explain the reason, and he didn't think about how to explain it in this situation before.

Ron, who knew the grievances between Harry and his uncle's family, dropped the bread in his hands, and the butter side just turned around and stuck to the table.

Ginny was also dumbfounded and said, "They hate you so much, why would they want to spend the holiday with you?"

"Yes, Ginny, this is not right!" Ron was still a little stunned. "You told me a few days ago that I'm glad I don't have to see them in my life."

But something even more surprising happened during the commotion on the Gryffindor side.

Hermione had already walked out the door of the auditorium, Snape shook his black bat-like cloak, stood up from the teacher's seat, and strode straight towards the long Gryffindor table with billowing sleeves. Those who noticed this scene stopped talking, and the noise was much quieter. But Snape, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't pay attention to these, he walked straight to Harry, lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at Harry.

The Gryffindors, who had been poisoned by Snape for a long time, seemed to have lost their courage at this time, and all of them honestly put their eyes on their plates as much as possible—except for Ron, who was looking at the piece of paper on the table. On slices of bread that haven't been processed yet.

Harry's green eyes were forced to meet Snape's dark, icy gaze: "Professor?"

"Potter..." Snape's dark, empty eyes swept over the little wizards who were poking around, "I have something to ask you... go to the side and talk about it."

At this moment, Ginny stood up and stood in front of Harry, looking directly at Snape with her chin raised: "Professor Snape...according to the new school rules this year, we haven't violated the school rules, and you can't punish students arbitrarily."

Someone took the lead, which brought courage back to the cubs around, and even Neville followed suit.

Snape didn't get angry like Gryffindor thought, he just frowned and looked annoyed at the expressions of a pair of little wizards in front of him who seemed to be fighting against each other.

Snape touched the ring on his hand and was silent for a while.

"Potter... on this Christmas." Snape was rarely so eccentric, but it made him uncomfortable, he cleared his throat, and said coldly, returning to his characteristic irony, "if you don't want to Share a room with your Muggle relatives, come to my new home in the Void City for the holidays... Remember to bring your Potions homework, this will not be frozen by the slack in the holidays, so as to check your limited size ..."

Snape suddenly stopped his sarcasm, and smiled into the air with an embarrassment that was almost gentle. This expression, which had never appeared on a Potions professor, made all the Gryffindors feel even more frightened.

"Excuse me, Professor, is this a confinement?" Ginny lowered her jaw, and suddenly looked strangely similar to Fred and George.

Harry looked at the hooked nose and the long black and greasy hair illuminated by the light from a close distance, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust: "Professor, if you want to do it because of that... I will Accept the punishment after the holiday is over, but you can't punish me during the holiday, there are rules in the school rules."

"It's not confinement, Miss Weasley is worried, you can bring your Potions paper..." Snape paused, his gloomy and strange voice sounded again, "You take it as an invitation .”

The appearance of Snape made Neville feel shivering all over his body, and he began to hold Fleger's arm tightly in horror. Whispering to himself, he thought that Snape had been under the Imperius Curse.

Ron's original stunned expression now opened his eyes and mouth even wider, and he unconsciously raised his hand to grab his red hair. There were too many outrageous things today-Harry invited that annoying moron Uncle Gua's family came to the wizarding world to celebrate the festival, but Snape came to invite Harry to his house...for the festival?

This is even more wrong!