The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The coldness seemed to possess a magical power, calming Harry's brain instantly.

Then, it began to spread rapidly towards Harry's torso and limbs.

Everywhere he went, all the magic power started to operate automatically as if it had received some kind of instruction.

Driven by this magical power, Harry raised his wand like a ghost.

First, a gray-white beam hit Ron's body and flew him away.

Then the flashing wand struck hard on the curse shot by Snape, and violently dispersed it.

laugh--

After a strange sound.

A large amount of magic light dust slowly fell around Harry.

The appearance of this scene caused a brief silence in the entire classroom.

There is no mediocre person who can enter the NEWT course.

They all recognized the tactics Harry had just used.

First, he pushed Ron away with a burst of magic, and then counterattacked with a spell to defeat Snape's attack.

The most important thing is that throughout this whole process, Harry used silent spells.

And it's also a silent spell like multiple casts.

This is no longer something normal Hogwarts students can do.

Even ordinary Aurors may not be able to do this kind of skill!

"Oh my God! Harry! How did you do that?"

Ron suddenly jumped up from the ground, hugged Harry and cheered, "This is really, really great! You are really a genius!"

Harry was swaying around due to Ron's movements. The cold power in his body had all faded away now. He looked at his wand with a dull expression, and he couldn't believe it.

Snape's gloomy and vicious voice also sounded quietly at this time:

"Well done, Mr. Potter, you..."

"You don't need to call me sir, professor." Harry reacted and interrupted, "I think I have succeeded, right? So now shouldn't you also give me points for Gryffindor?"

As soon as these words came out, several students gasped in surprise, including Hermione.

But no one has ever dared to be so angry with Snape in his class. This is an absolute act of seeking death!

However, behind Snape, Dean, Seamus and other Gryffindors showed appreciative smiles on their faces.

In their opinion, this is the reaction a Gryffindor should have. The brave Gryffindor is never afraid of any suppression!

Harry also noticed theirs and waved to them proudly.

Hermione hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him, not wanting him to irritate Snape any further.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Confinement, Saturday night, in my office." Snape said coldly, "I will not allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter...even the Savior."

……

"Harry! You did great!"

After an excruciating Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Ron couldn't help shouting to Harry as soon as he walked into the common room, "I can't believe you did it so easily? Of course, and Neville, you did a great job too! Ha! Did you see Snape’s expression at that time? He was like a bug that suddenly had half of it bitten off while eating an apple!"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, everyone in Gryffindor who returned with Harry and others couldn't help laughing.

Harry was also laughing. He felt that Ron's metaphor was very appropriate.

Although he was punished and imprisoned by Snape this time, it was worth making a fool of himself if Snape could receive the punishment he deserved.

Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors obviously thought so too.

It's not that the punishment didn't fall on them, so they didn't care.

But as a Gryffindor, punishments such as confinement are really nothing.

Of the Gryffindors present who are in third grade and above, how many of them have not been punished by the professors?

This really doesn't matter to them.

"To be honest, I really don't understand what Dumbledore and Link think. Why should Snape be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? That guy is arrogant and vicious and is not suitable at all! Remember what he told us when we were in class?"

Ron seemed to be addicted. He cleared his throat and imitated Snape's tone and said, "Oh! If it weren't for the fact that I helped you with a bunch of classes at the end of last semester, a large number of you would People are simply not qualified to continue taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWT course!

ha!This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!

But anyone with a bit of intelligence should know that the reason why we were able to get high scores in Defense Against the Dark Arts and other courses last year was entirely because Link ordered the DA Army to open a DA improvement cram school!

What does this have to do with Snape?

He was so embarrassed that he took all the credit on himself! "

Ron's expression turned ferocious as he spoke.

He obviously took into account his resentment towards Snape during class.

The Gryffindors around him were also very supportive and laughed again.

Only this time, Harry didn't laugh along.

Hermione on the side frowned and said:

"I think instead of complaining here, you should practice more silent spells or prepare for other homework. As long as your grades are good enough, Snape will have no reason to trouble you next time."

"Ha--Hermione, do you really think so?"

Ron seemed to have heard some big joke, "There is a huge mistake in your logic! Snape just wants to cause trouble for us, and this has nothing to do with our grades! Aren't your grades already good enough? Did you do it? But what’s the result? Wasn’t Snape still causing trouble for you just now?

Also, how do you think I was targeted in the last class?What was Harry being punished for?

I'm saving you!How can you say this to me now? "

Listening to Ron's words, Hermione's face began to turn red rapidly again.

This made Harry a little helpless.

He felt that a new quarrel was about to begin.

He was completely convinced by these two people, so why were they arguing every day?

What he didn't expect was that Hermione, whose face turned red, finally lowered her head and said:

"thanks……"

"What did you say?"

Ron frowned and looked at Hermione in shock.

He couldn't believe these two words came out of Hermione's mouth.

According to common sense, shouldn't Hermione scold him back immediately?

This made him suspect that there was something wrong with his hearing.

Hearing this, Hermione suddenly raised her head and shouted at Ron:

"I said, thank you!"

The loud sound almost echoed throughout the Gryffindor common room.

Now Ron was completely helpless. He hesitated for a long time before humming "You're welcome".

The students around him laughed again.

Harry smiled broadly too.

He put his arm around Ron's shoulders and said:

"It would be best if you can reconcile. But I think what Snape said in class just now is not unreasonable."

"You're referring to that passage?"

"He said that many people were admitted to the NEWT course because of him." Harry said with some emotion, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is indeed the case. You have to know that not everyone is qualified. Those who joined the DA army and enjoyed the DA's internal tutoring courses. Apart from us, more ordinary students did get good grades because Snape gave them some bad tutoring at the last minute.

In addition, he probably had good intentions when he taught us the silent spell today.

After all, it is indeed a very useful skill. If you can truly master it, it should be of great help in possible battles in the future.

So, although Snape is a bit annoying.

But overall, he is still a competent professor.

At least he is much better than professors like Umbridge or Lockhart, right? "

These words had been hidden in Harry's mind for a long time.

After today's lesson, he truly felt that Snape was not that bad after all.

In fact, if you put aside those bad personalities and the ways he can target them, Snape can even be called a good professor.

But Ron, Hermione and others obviously didn't feel this way.

Because as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that almost all the students around him were looking at him with extremely strange eyes.

Ron even stepped forward and touched his forehead twice, frowning and said:

"You don't even have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"

"What are you thinking about?" Harry shook off Ron's arm. "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Let's put aside the question of whether what you said is right or not. I think you have a bigger problem." Ron said with concern, "I have felt since a few days ago that you have become more and more serious." Becoming more and more kind, no, or kind and self-disciplined. You no longer stay in bed in the morning. When you get up, you will make your own bed and wash yourself clean. You will no longer waste food. Food, being kind and polite to the younger classmates, and even not being too hostile towards the Slytherins. And now, you actually think Snape isn’t that bad anymore?!”

"These... aren't these what I should do as a student?"

"That's true, but you were not like this before. The changes that have happened to you recently are really great. What's wrong with you?"

Hermione also came over and said:

"Also! What happened to your performance in Potions class and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just now? You were obviously not that smart and outstanding before, but today, not only did you handle the Living Hell Decoction perfectly, , and he is also the second person in the class to learn the silent spell! This is so reasonable!"

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione blankly.

Their words made him a little confused.

Harry actually noticed changes in himself.

Overall, these changes are almost all benign.

Therefore, he never paid too much attention to it.

But now that Ron and Hermione were questioning him, a doubt finally emerged in Harry's mind.

When did these changes begin?

Did it start when you were living with Sirius?

Or did it start at the beginning of this semester?

Or, did it start when I started having that sweet dream?

Seeing the concerned looks in Ron and Hermione's eyes, Harry was speechless for a moment.

He didn't know how to answer his two best friends, because even he didn't know which one of so many choices was the correct answer.

"Harry! Phew! Harry Potter! And Neville Longbottom!"

At this moment, a slightly childish voice suddenly sounded.

Being disturbed like this, the little train of thought that Harry finally had was interrupted again.

Others also lost interest in continuing the discussion on this topic.

Everyone heard the news and went to see a second-year Gryffindor boy running quickly in front of them.

He looked like he had run all the way from the classroom. This intense exercise made his forehead covered with sweat. He was so short of breath that he could only hold his knees with his hands and gasp for air.

But even so, he still handed a letter stamped with wax to Harry and Neville with difficulty:

"I have... your letter here. It was... Professor Slughorn asked me to give it to you!"

"letter?"

Harry accepted the letter with some confusion, "Why is he writing to me again?"

"What else could it be because of? I probably want to invite you to dinner again!"

Ron said something strangely there.

He had been dissatisfied with Professor Slughorn for inviting only Harry and Neville on the train last time, but not him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Neville and Harry, who had just opened the letter, looking at him strangely.

This made him realize something.

He opened his mouth wide and said:

"I'm just... talking nonsense. Could it be that I really guessed it?"

"Yeah, Ron, you were right. But it's not a dinner, it's a party."

Harry said with a wry smile.

Upon hearing this, Ron screamed, took the invitation in Harry's hand and looked at it.

While watching, he hugged Neville and kept shouting inexplicably:

"Oh my God! Harry, and Neville! Slughorn must have taken a fancy to your talents! Think about it, he will be able to take out a big pot of Felixir later, how much can you get this time? Benefits! Merlin, you are going to get rich!"

"Wait, what's the elixir of fortune? What's getting rich? What are you talking about?"

Seamus frowned and asked with some confusion - he was not able to participate in NWET's Potions class, so he didn't know much about what was going on in the class.

Ron was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

He suddenly rushed to the long table in the lounge and began to talk to everyone about Harry's feats in the morning class.

Look at that proud look, as if he was the one who won the elixir in the end.

Harry did not participate in Ron's story convention.

He walked slowly to the window alone, staring at the Forbidden Forest in the distance that was gradually turning yellow, Harry frowned tightly.

He didn't think Slughorn's invitation was just to make them rich.

In his conjecture, Slughorn must have a more utilitarian purpose.

For example, does he value something in himself?

Or maybe he also noticed the huge changes in himself and tried to get something from it?

Harry didn't know, he just felt flustered for no reason.

This dinner party is probably not that simple!

But no matter what, he was going.

Because, Slughorn is very likely to know some past events about his mother Lily.

And Harry was quite curious about these things!

……

at the same time.

Snape and Draco were walking in the streets of Hogsmeade.

Compared to Diagon Alley, there were not many people in Hogsmeade at all on Thursday afternoon.

Apart from the bored shop assistants who were chatting and joking, there were almost no tourists on the street.

In fact, many shops on both sides of the street were closed at this time.

But even so, Draco still acted so nervous that he couldn't help but shudder.

Snape seemed to notice this.

His penetrating eyes swept over Draco's trembling shoulders, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally reached out and took his hand.

Draco glanced at Snape in surprise.

Snape, on the other hand, stared straight ahead, as if the hand holding Draco was not his at all.

Unlike Snape's cold, slimy appearance, his hands were warm, dry, and very strong.

Feeling the warmth from his palms, Draco's nervousness subsided slightly, and his body no longer trembled.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"Professor Snape, do you think my father can really come out?"

"Even if your brain is full of troll snot," Snape said calmly, "then you should know that Link is not guilty of teasing us on this issue. Since he said we should go pick up your father, then Your father will really be released then!"

"Then tell me, has my father been tortured crazy by them? Or has his legs and hands been broken or something like that?"

"will not!"

"Why do you say that? You know how cruel Link Foley is. Maybe he will really..."

"To shut up!"

Snape suddenly interrupted sharply, "From now on, I don't want to hear a single syllable from your mouth! Let alone read a little bit of hatred or insult towards Link from your mind! Do you hear me clearly? "

Draco looked at Snape blankly, his eyes gradually turning red.

He didn't expect that Snape, whom he had always regarded as his godfather, would also turn to Link Foley, and moreover, he would say such harsh words to him.

However, Snape had no interest in explaining this. He stretched out his hand and pulled Draco suddenly into the Three Broomsticks pub next to him.

Jingle Bell!

As they entered, the bell hanging on the door frame made a crisp sound.

This startled the proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, who was dozing off on the bar.

She quickly raised her head, wiped her saliva and said:

"Welcome, we have...um!"

Ms. Rosmerta's words suddenly stopped. She looked at Snape with surprise on her face.

As a tavern owner whose main turnover came from Hogwarts students, she certainly knew Professor Snape.

It could even be said that she was very familiar with Snape.

After all, almost every student who comes to her shop to make purchases will not involuntarily complain about Snape when they are having a drink.

What really surprised her was that Snape changed his usual appearance today.

Not only did he change into a gray robe, he even washed his hair, making him look less greasy.

What's even more special is that Snape is holding a student with platinum blond hair.

Where are they going?

Ms. Rosmerta couldn't help but think.

Snape said coldly in a notification tone:

"We'd like to borrow your Floo fireplace."

"Of course, it's up to you."

Ms. Rosmerta stammered.

In fact, Snape dragged Draco into the fireplace before she could respond.

By the time Ms. Rosmerta finished speaking, Snape had already raised a handful of floo powder and said expressionlessly:

"Ministry of Magic!"