A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 188

Hermione's strange behavior made Harry stunned for a moment, and the angry expression on his face could not be maintained.

He didn't know if he should continue to lose his temper, but maybe it would appear that he was being unreasonable?
Ron took the opportunity to put his arms around his shoulders: "Harry, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it after dinner. Hermione is right in saying something - we are indeed going to be late."

During Transfiguration class, Harry was absent-minded the whole time. He was still thinking about where Hermione got the news, maybe it was Professor Hemp?But the age is not right.

He thought so deeply that he completely ignored the frequent glances of other people looking at him.

Just in the last class, when divination professor Sybill Trelawney interpreted the shape of his tea leaves, she gave the omen of death that all little wizards feared - a big black dog like a ghost wandering in the cemetery.

Her words deeply disturbed Harry, because he had seen the big black dog that symbolized death more than once—from the cover of the book "Omen of Death" in the bookstore, to the day he left home at Magnolia Crescent. Suspicious shadows seen in the shadows of the street.

After the divination class was over in a hurry, in order to refute Trelawney's point of view, Hermione inadvertently told Harry that she had missed some things. For example, she already knew some information about his father, but kept silent about it.

That's why Harry was angry.

At noon, the little wizards rushed to the auditorium for dinner. Harry took some sausages and fried tomatoes, but he didn't feel much appetite, as if he was full of all kinds of troubles.

Hermione pushed him a small dish of dip, "Harry, you heard what Professor McGonagall said. Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year. This is her way of welcoming new students."

But Ron said worriedly, "You didn't see a big black dog wandering anywhere else, did you, Harry?"

Harry's stomach twitched suddenly. "No, I saw it," he said, "the night I left the Dursleys."

Ron's fork fell to the floor, and he acted panic-stricken.

But Harry was more concerned about other things. He looked at Hermione and said stiffly, "You haven't told me about my father yet."

"Oh, uh..." Hermione looked away in a panic: "Okay." She took a deep breath, "Do you still remember when we were locked up by Professor Haipu?"

"Of course, it happened in the last school year." Harry tried hard to search his memory. "We suspected that Professor Haip was involved in the Chamber of Secrets attack. We followed him to the Forbidden Forest, and we were discovered. We were deducted ten points, plus a full Weekend confinement." He added, "With Malfoy."

He didn't know what this had to do with his father.

Hermione looked at him: "It's our confinement content, Harry. Professor Haip brought a stack of old materials from Professor McGonagall for us to transcribe—it's about the student prohibited list and the corresponding punishment measures."

Harry recalled more details, and he remembered Malfoy chattering beside him as he transcribed the material.

But he quickly realized the point of Hermione's words, and his eyes widened: "You saw my father's name on it!"

"Not only that, Harry," said Hermione, "all four of them. I mean, the names I saw at the time were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupine, and Peter P Diru-"

"That's why you looked so surprised when you heard Professor Lupine's full name! So you already knew it." Harry cleared up a confusion, which revived his appetite, and he inserted a sausage, which was big. Stuttered.But his eyes remained on Hermione.

"That's right," said Hermione. "Actually, it's possible that I transcribed some of those years... anyway, I've seen quite a few contraband records."

Harry stammered, "You mean, my father..."

Hermione said softly, "Similar to twins, but perhaps more lively." She picked her words carefully. "Your father's name is often mixed up with Sirius Black, and occasionally two others. It means—"

"They're friends! Also, my father is clearly on better terms with Sirius Black!" Harry slammed the table hard.

He remembered that on the eve of the start of school, he had overheard the conversation of the Weasleys.When he learned that Sirius Black was the target of his escape, he didn't feel too much fear.

The fugitive killed thirteen people with a single spell, and logically he should be afraid, but Hogwarts is the safest place, where there is Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Haip who has a good relationship with him.

The only thing that puzzled him was that Mr. Weasley had a private conversation with him before boarding the train the next day.During the conversation, Mr. Weasley made him promise that he would not take the initiative to go to Black...

Why did he go to someone who was going to kill him?

But now everything is clear, that Black and his father are good friends, breaking the law together, wandering around the castle together, exploring the Forbidden Forest together...

It is hard to imagine that such two people will become enemies.

'Yes, he's a Death Eater, and war drives people crazy, think Voldemort! ' said Harry to himself.

Ron stared at the two of them dumbfounded, especially Hermione, almost ten months had passed since that confinement!She literally ate the secret into her belly, never leaking a word of it.

Hermione looked at Harry approvingly: "I think so too, and..." She continued in one breath: "And I also saw the name of Severus Snape, they have seven records of fighting each other Eight - your father and Snape."

Harry was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help but look at the teacher's table.

A quarter of an hour ago.

Similar things were being discussed at the teachers' bench.

Snape slowly inserted a piece of potato, put it into his mouth and chewed slowly, "Felix, the new professor is not trustworthy, in fact - he and the fugitive criminal are best friends, and they have been friends since they were in school." Smells the same."

Felix looked up and said casually, "I don't know that. Can you tell me more, Professor?"

Snape glared at him, "What do you want to know?"

"All you can say."

Snape looked at him with a disgusted expression: "There is nothing to say, Potter, Black, Lupine, and that Peter, they were almost inseparable when they were in school, and they idled around all day and caused trouble."

"Especially that Potter, who was so arrogant and so stupid, he believed that traitor by mistake..."

"Did you have a bad relationship when you were in school?"

Snape's expression became stiff, and he said slowly: "You have indeed found out a lot."

Felix hooked the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "It's all on the bright side. After all, you and him were outstanding at that time. Many people will never forget you, such as the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks."

"Don't pry into me any more, Felix. I warn you..."

"We are together, aren't we, Dean?" Felix changed his address: "But you always have to give me more information. If it's a personal grudge, then I can only say sorry, I don't Will help you deal with Professor Lupine."

After a long stare, Snape raised his head slightly, and said softly, "Personal grievances? You'll be surprised when you see Lupine's true colors, Felix. You can stay out of it, and I can catch Black alone, enjoy The sweetness of revenge."

"They blocked you? Professor, you were beaten badly when you were in school, right?" Felix asked curiously.

Snape's gaze became horrified, and Felix rescued him, "Oh, of course not. At least it's evenly matched, otherwise who did you test out those little jinxes that taught you?"

Snape stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor.He subconsciously glanced at the Gryffindor table. At the same time, Harry was also looking over, and their eyes met.

The surprise on Harry's face hadn't faded, and Snape's eyes were as calm as a deep spring.

After a while, he waved his sleeves and left.

(End of this chapter)