The professors on the teacher's bench watched the farce. Dumbledore flashed his eyes and looked at Snape. Snape's face turned pale. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and prepared to stand up to mediate.
Selwyn sneered, took Azar back to the last seat at the Slytherin table, and said to him: "I think we should teach you Slytherin etiquette."
After saying that, he glanced at Snape at the teacher's desk, then curled his lips at Bree, who was sitting firmly at the dining table, and returned to his seat.
After Bree finished his green apple pie, he didn't know what Selwyn meant by "quiet". Was he not causing trouble recently?
Or do you think he has succumbed to Dumbledore?
At the teacher's table, Snape looked at Lockhart who had turned into a quail, and sneered: "Professor Lockhart, why don't you show off your responsibilities as a professor now, such as punishing our Selwyn?"
Lockhart looked at Selwyn's cruel behavior and smiled.
"Oh, it's just a little joke, kids always bring us fun."
Snape snorted and then said to Professor McGonagall on the side: "I think this was indeed a joke. No one was injured and no school rules were violated."
So don’t even think about deducting points from Slytherin!
During this period, Bree had no idea of earning points, which made Snape a little dissatisfied.
"Of course, Severus, kids are always wonderful, haha."
Dumbledore laughed and said: "But sometimes it is good to have some friendships between different houses."
Of course Dumbledore didn't think so. A little snake can approach any little lion, but not the savior. No one knows what Azar wants. Although the Sorting Hat is old, he hasn't made any mistakes yet.
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Azar was depressed, especially after being punished by the abbot for copying the Slytherin Code. The code was compiled by Slytherin himself during his lifetime and was more complicated than some family rules.
"Damn it, I'm almost close to the savior!"
Azar came out of Snape's office just before curfew, but at this moment, he heard a noise.
"Hiss, hiss..."
what sound!
Azar rubbed his face in confusion, but found that the voice was constantly approaching him, right behind him.
Azar panicked and immediately ran forward, but he saw a figure in front of him, it was Ginny!
"Hey, little girl, run quickly, there's danger..."
"boom!"
A spell hit Azar, and he fell instantly. Ginny heard the sound coming from the corridor, and her cold eyes turned gloomy. She pulled Azar's leg and walked towards the broom room beside him.
After Ginny took Azar and hid, Arnold came out of the corridor menacingly.
"Ran?"
Even Arnold, who was controlled by Voldemort, couldn't stand Azar's behavior. He also wanted to use Azar to cause chaos... It's a pity that this kid is destined to die.
"Dumbledore is going to attend the International Wizarding Conference this afternoon. He shouldn't be back for a while. Maybe I can find someone..."
"Da da da!"
There was a sound of footsteps, and Arnold's face lit up and he hid in a dark corner, but soon he stopped laughing.
"Mr. Arnold Flint, I think you should be in the dormitory at this time, instead of hiding in the cold corner of the corridor."
Snape looked at Arnold coldly and said, "I hope you haven't done anything stupid, otherwise I think you will be written down on the bulletin board in the hall."
"Now, come back, I don't want there to be fewer people in the lounge for a while!"
Snape strode upstairs, obviously he had his own things to do and didn't want to worry about Arnold.
Arnold looked evil and sighed.
"Snape is going to the Headmaster's office?"
Letting the basilisk carefully return to the secret room, Arnold walked towards the lounge with a dull face. He did not want to be suspected by Snape, and he was not sure that the basilisk, which had not been fed for thousands of years, could kill Snape with one blow.
Nep.
After they all left, Ginny in the broom closet looked at the fainted Azar and coldly took out the diary from her pocket.
"Azar...I think you need some help."
Ginny opened Azar's finger and dripped a few drops of blood on the diary. The blood was quickly absorbed by the diary, forming a vague connection. Then she cast a spell on Azar.
Wangjiukong modified the memory of meeting Ginny and left with a sneer.
He has found the guy who controls the basilisk, so the next step is to investigate when Slytherin has another guy who may have Slytherin blood.
That Ode, and this Arnold!
The notebook emits a burst of black mist, which is extremely cold. The consciousness inside is thinking: It is no longer useful to control Ginny Weiss. I need to control this weird boy Azar to understand Slytherin's current situation!
He originally wanted to control Ginny to get closer to the savior, but now he has changed his mind. Dealing with Arnold first is the first priority!
Azar fainted in the broom...
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The next day, Snape stood in the Slytherin common room with a cold face. He looked at Elisa, the seventh-grade prefect, and said, "Who was not in the common room yesterday?"
As he said that, he looked at the gloomy Arnold. He went to find Dumbledore last night and did not come to the Slytherin Lounge, but this did not mean that he had no way of knowing whether there were people there.
The little snakes of Slytherin did not leave without leaving a trace, and many people in the darkness watched indifferently.
Alyssa had a straight face. She stood up and said to Snape: "There are Arnold and Azar. Arnold was out for half an hour, but Azar... didn't come back all night and came back this morning."
As he said that, everyone looked at Azar, who was standing in the corner and was still dazed after being captured just now.
"What are you looking at!"
"Ah, Dean Snape?"
Snape stared at Azar coldly.
"I think our Mr. Azar has not considered the mood of a dean at all. You just copied the Slytherin Code and stayed up all night!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Snape took a deep breath and asked again: "Is there anyone else?"
Alyssa's eyes flickered, and she said coldly: "There is also Oude, who hasn't come back yet."
Today is Saturday, and Bree is still sleeping in the corner building.
"Do you want to get Ode back, Dean?"
The prefects in the Slytherin lounge and some guys who happened to be present all looked at Snape, and Azar suddenly looked at him expectantly, which made Snape choke.
"...No need, I will talk to Ode privately."
If Snape is in a good mood.
Snape looked at Arnold and said, "Go to Professor Sprout's place to do some work for a few days."
Then he looked at Azar again.
"As for you..."
Hearing that Snape was going to punish him, Azar immediately shouted: "I was knocked unconscious, and I didn't want to. When I woke up, my head was as cold as my butt, and it was so uncomfortable!"
Knocked out?
Snape looked at Arnold, gave him an appreciative look, then looked at Azar and said: "I believe it for now, then you can privately copy a copy of the Slytherin Code and send it to you."
"snort!"
After Snape finished speaking, he strode out of the lounge.
"Oh no!"
Azar sighed dejectedly, don't let him catch who knocked him out, otherwise he would have to show that guy some color!
But Azar did not wait for his enemies but waited for his love.
In the dormitory, Azar looked at the box sent by the owl. He scratched his head and said, "Is it from my mother?"
Azar opened it in confusion, but only saw a diary. Strangely, Tom Riddle was written on the first page.
"Strange, why does it feel familiar?"
There is also a piece of paper sandwiched in the diary, which looks like it was written by a girl——
Dear Azar, I admire you...
"Oh!" Azar's face turned red. He immediately raised his head, swallowed his saliva and shouted in disbelief: "Oh my god, let me tell you, the amazing Azar will always be discovered!"
"Someone admires me!" Azar looked narcissistic. After reading every word, he picked up the diary and kissed it several times.
"Mom!"
Looking at the diary covered with saliva, Azar looked excited and put behind him the idea of showing off the guy who knocked him out. He said: "Oh, this is the best comfort. I
I have more fighting spirit!”
"Haha, it says this is a diary full of wisdom that can help the owner solve troubles..."
Azar opened the first page and wrote on it - How to become Harry Potter's friend.
“Just write it on it and you’ll get back to me soon!”
The diary quickly absorbed the ink, and a passage emerged - You need to be pitiful enough and speak for him with a weak body. A righteous person will always sympathize with the weak, especially the weak who are useful to themselves...
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In the following days, Azar seemed to have changed. He had restrained his arrogance. Although he was still approaching the savior, at least he no longer looked like a stupid lion, but more like a little snake that had been abandoned.
Bree was sitting by the guardrail of the platform outside the gate of Hogwarts, enjoying the breeze, reading a book and waiting for people. He looked up and saw Azar, who looked aggrieved, running towards Harry and Harry in Quidditch uniforms.
Ron, who was wearing three-hand robes, cried in front of him about the unfair treatment he received in Slytherin, looking very weak.
When a little boy from Gryffindor came to take a picture of Harry, he stopped him like a warrior.
"Stay away, don't you know that Harry doesn't like to be photographed? You have to care about other people's moods, but not everyone is like Lockhart!"
At this time, Azar was like a hen guarding his chickens, protecting Harry behind him.
Ron whispered to Harry who looked embarrassed: "I think this Azar is not bad, maybe we can accept him... as our spy in Slytherin, hehe, this must be very disgusting for those bad guys."
Harry smiled helplessly, but when he looked up, he saw Bree enjoying the breeze by the guardrail, and a strong wind blew in front of her, followed closely by a Quaffle, which was hitting Bree!
"Oude!"
Harry hurriedly pushed Azar away and ran over, but the Quaffle had already been caught by Wood flying on his broom.
"Huh?" Brie looked up and saw an apologetic Wood.
"Sorry, there's something wrong with this Quaffle."
Wood is a sunny guy, but he was a little nervous at this time. He blushed and scratched his head and said: "I almost hit you, Ode."