A Hogwarts dissertation guide

At this time, someone outside the classroom knocked on the door.

"Come in," Snape said in his usual voice.

The door opened, and the whole class turned to look.Professor Karkaroff walked in, and everyone watched as he walked towards Snape's podium.He curled his goatee with his fingers and looked restless.

"We need to talk." Karkaroff said abruptly as soon as he reached Snape.He seemed determined not to let anyone hear what he said, so his lips barely moved, as if he were a terrible ventriloquist.Harry stared at Ginger Root and listened carefully.

"I'll talk to you after class, Karkaroff," Snape whispered, but Karkaroff cut him off.

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus. You've been avoiding me."

"We'll talk after class," Snape said sternly.

Harry pretended to raise a measuring cup to see if the amount of armadillo bile poured out was enough, while secretly glancing at the two people from the corner of his eyes.Karkaroff looked panicked and Snape looked angry.

For the remainder of those two lessons, Karkaroff lingered behind Snape's lectern.He seemed determined not to let Snape slip away after class.Harry wanted to hear what Karkaroff had to say, so he deliberately knocked over the bottle of armadillo bile when the bell rang in 2 minutes, so that when the other students were noisily walking toward the door When he went there, he had an excuse to squat behind the crucible and wipe the floor with a rag.

"What's so urgent?" he heard Snape ask Karkaroff in a low voice.

"Look," Karkaroff said, and Harry peeked over the edge of the cauldron and saw Karkaroff lift the left sleeve of his robes and show Snape something on his forearm.

"How is it?" Karkaroff said, still struggling not to move his lips. "See? It's never been so obvious, not since—"

"Hide!" Snape said viciously, his dark eyes scanning the classroom.

"But you must have noticed -" Karkaroff said anxiously.

"We'll talk about it later, Karkaroff!" Snape snapped. "Potter! What are you doing?"

"Wipe up the armadillo bile I spilled, Professor," Harry said, pretending to be innocent, straightening up and holding up the wet rag in his hand for Snape to see.

Karkaroff turned around and strode out of the classroom.He looked worried and annoyed.Harry didn't want to be alone with the angry Snape, so he quickly threw the books and ingredients into his bag and walked out quickly. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what he had just seen.

When they left the contract at noon the next day, they saw the silver-white, weak sun shining on the site.The weather was the warmest in a year, and two large sun umbrellas were set up on the lawn.

Hermione covered her face speechlessly the moment she saw the parasol.

"Is that Professor Rumple?" Ron rubbed his eyes and said, "Who is the young man next to him?"

"Leon Poliarco, a seventh-grade student at Demstrong." Hermione said helplessly.

"He said Professor Rumple's good friend?" Harry was a little confused, "I've never seen him close to anyone."

"So be it." Hermione said with a complex expression, "Polyarch is a very interesting person - of course, the teacher said so. Although I don't think so."

"I think Karkaroff must be furious," Ron gloated. "I'm afraid he didn't even realize what a powerful person Professor Lumpo is."

"Maybe." Hermione shrugged, and they headed towards Hogsmeade. This was the first time Harry could easily step into this place this year. Before, he had always been worried about the second project.

They sat at the Three Broomsticks for a long time. Fortunately, they did not meet Ludo Bagman this time, which made Harry relieved.

In fact, Bagman is a bit distressing, and one even wonders if he's the guy who threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire.

"But James said it was unlikely, right?" Hermione said, shaking the straw slightly. "There's no reason for him to do that."

"Maybe it's what he said?" Ron took a sip of butterbeer. This was already his second cup.

"You wouldn't believe it, would you?" Hermione said, "We saw him in the woods just before the Dark Mark appeared, remember?" she asked Harry.

"Yes, but he didn't stay in the woods, did he?" Harry said. "As soon as we told him there was a riot, he rushed to the camp."

"How do you know?" Hermione immediately asked, "How do you know where he disapparated and moved to?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Ron said in disbelief, "Do you think it was Ludo Bagman who conjured the Dark Mark?"

"He's more likely than the house elf," Hermione thought stubbornly.

"But my dad said... Bagman had this character when he was in school." Harry said, "If we want to know the truth, why don't we talk to my dad and the others?"

"But they're in London, aren't they?" Ron muttered.

"Yes before, but now... it's not like that." Harry said with a smile, "They opened a prank and joke condiment shop in Hogsmeade. I think they should be in Hogsmeade at this time, even if If they’re not here, I guess I can still contact them through the store clerk.”

"So why are we wasting our time here?" Hermione said, standing up.

Ron pouted, drank the last bit of Butterbeer in his glass, and hurried after Harry and Hermione.

They crossed the street and came to the other end of Hogsmeade. Although there were not many shops here, there was no doubt that the students wanted more - the shops around the Three Broomsticks were all occupied, even if James was willing to pay more. They are not willing to give up the money.

But the students seemed to be very interested in the ingredients for pranks and jokes. The inside was almost full of people, and there were even a line of people at the door. They looked down at the product introduction books distributed, which made them very interested.

"So, do we have to queue?" Ron said a little depressed. He should have been drinking warm butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks instead of queuing outside in the wind.

"Well, I guess not." Harry said hesitantly, pressing his head against the window so that he could see the scene clearly.

He could see the shelves lined up in the room, as well as the customers walking through the shelves. They were all his students at Hogwarts.

Then, he saw a familiar figure - a man wearing a pink apron and holding a tray with a smile.

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