Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Snake Have?

"Oh." Ronald lowered his head in despair.

"However," Crow suddenly said, "there is something I must explain to you."

He paused for a moment and looked at the two of them: "I met someone last night."

"He was once a Slytherin student, and I think he must have heard rumors about Death Eaters.

"Who?" Ronald asked quickly.

"William Avery." Crow said, "He is a pure-blood family member, but he is a Death Eater."

"Are you sure?" Hermione glanced at Crow suspiciously.

"Didn't you say he was a Slytherin student?"

"Yeah," Crow nodded frankly, "But. I didn't lie.

"And I can guarantee it with my reputation."

Ronald and Hermione looked at each other, their expressions becoming complicated.

They really couldn't believe that a Slytherin could actually become a Death Eater!

"We need more detailed information, such as what bad things he has done."

Hermione took a deep breath.

"If he was indeed a Death Eater, he must have committed crimes during this time.

"Okay, please wait a moment, I will try my best to investigate.

"I asked my friends to help me find out this morning."

"He will bring me the latest information."

Ronald and Hermione nodded simultaneously.

They sat in the living room to rest and waited patiently.

When the clock struck eight o'clock, Crow opened the door and walked into the living room. He waved to the two of them and motioned for them to follow.

The two hurriedly followed him to the storage room at the corner of the stairs.

"What is this?" Ronald couldn't help but said.

"Guess?" Crow said with a smile, "Don't tell me you two don't even know what this is.

"Wouldn't it be over if you just told us?" Ronald complained depressedly.

"What's the point of always showing off like this?"

Crow shrugged and opened the door to the storage room.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the door, and Ronald and Hermione shivered at the same time.

"Go in and take a look." Crow said, "You must not have imagined it."

The two hesitated for a moment, and finally walked into the room.

Dim light came into view, and there were various boxes stacked in the empty room.

"What are these?" Hermione asked.

"It's all potion ingredients," Crow explained.

"I was just planning to sort them out and send them to the principal."

"But since you two are here, I'll leave it to you."

"Uh." Ronald said, "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."

"It doesn't matter, you are also the teaching assistant in Potions class anyway,"

"I am only responsible for providing the materials, and you will do the rest."

Hermione sighed softly, walked over, stretched out her hand and touched the wooden boxes.

The surface of the box is rough and cold, with a damp feeling, as if it has not been used for a long time.

She tried to pry a piece of wood open, but couldn't do it at all.

"No need to work hard." Crow came over and closed the lid of the box.

"Why?" Hermione asked confused.

"Have you not checked these materials before?"

"I checked, but I still need your help." Crow said with a smile.

"I don't quite understand." Ronald said stiffly.

"I thought maybe I could do it," Hermione said, "after all."

"You?" Crow said in surprise, "Do you understand these materials?"

"I don't understand, but I think we can study it together." Hermione said sincerely.

"Are you sure?" Crow stared at her, his face gradually becoming serious.

“You have to think about it, the materials here are no joke.

"If you're not careful, you'll be burned to ashes."

Hermione looked at him without fear and nodded firmly.

Crow sighed: "Okay. But you two need to pay attention to your safety."

"If you get hurt, I can't save you two."

Hermione smiled brightly: "Of course, we will protect ourselves."

After Crow warned them a few more words, he left the storage room.

Ronald stood by the storage room door, watching Crow leave, then turned to look at Hermione.

"Why do I feel that you seem to be very happy?" he asked doubtfully.

"Why not?" Hermione blinked, "To be able to participate in such a great plan!"

"Have you really decided?" he asked, "if you regret it."

"I can change my mind, but I don't want to take the blame."

"No, I don't regret it." Hermione said firmly.

"If I regret it, take my head off..."

"Well, good luck to you." Ronald said.

Hermione grinned at him, showing her straight white teeth and looking very cheerful.

She quickly walked to a row of wooden boxes and started looking for what she needed.

"Then you are ready, I will start." Ronald shouted, "Don't be afraid, I will take good care of you."

"Shut up," Hermione said angrily.

"If you say a few more words, I will throw you out!"

Ronald curled his lips and did not continue speaking.

He watched Hermione move through the wooden boxes, trying to identify what each box contained.

Ronald knew that Hermione was looking for what she needed.

But he didn't understand what this had to do with their getting rich.

After Ronald thought for a while, he thought of a possibility.

"Are you trying to make some sort of defensive potion?" he asked.

"Not bad." Hermione replied.

"The defensive decoction we need is not this." Ronald said.

Hermione glanced up at him and continued to lower her head to look for materials.

"Are you looking for this?" She held up a small spherical object.

Ronald's eyes widened in surprise.

Crow's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he quickly came over.

He snatched the items from Hermione's hands and looked at them carefully.

"This thing." He muttered.

"It looks like an ordinary rubber ball."

He suddenly turned around and looked at Ronald with piercing eyes, as if he had become another person in an instant.

"Ronald, what did you just say?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Uh." Ronald swallowed and said with difficulty, "I said.

"Don't be nervous, Ronald, I'm just asking you."

A thoughtful look appeared on Crow's face.

"You should know if you have enough material."

"We can hopefully develop a new defensive decoction."

"Yes." Ronald repeated, "Of course I know, but I have no way to get those materials."

"It's okay," Crow patted his shoulder, "I'm ready for you."

Ronald's eyes widened in surprise.

"What does this mean?" he asked confusedly, "Love?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to work too hard to get those materials," he said.