The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 1172: Big bat terror

"I'm right, everyone is very happy that the DA party can continue."

As the three of Harry left the hall, Ron excitedly told Harry the main reason for the enthusiasm for the party.

"Bill said the Ministry of Magic's Defence Against the Dark Arts training is very popular, and in these turbulent times, everyone wants to learn something useful to keep their lives safe."

"While Snape knows more about the Dark Arts than most Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, what he can really teach us is very limited..."

"Ron..."

Hermione interrupted, she felt Ron's assessment was biased.

"At least, it doesn't make any sense until it's actually practiced." Ron shrugged and said, "You can't expect to be a great Defence Against the Dark Arts master by memorizing a lot of spells."

"I've heard things like that many times. Sometimes I don't really understand what their enthusiasm is about." Harry noticed the expression on Hermione's face and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Hermione? Min?"

"Oh, Harry, I'm sure you're aware of it," said Hermione eccentrically. "You're actually becoming popular. That should be a good thing, though."

"Good thing?" Harry couldn't understand what Hermione meant. "I don't think it's a good thing."

"At least there are a lot of people who support you and are willing to attend the DA party." Ron raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not liking Harry's words.

"Without the help of Fred, George, and Cedric, we wouldn't be able to do it at all, and we wouldn't be able to teach so many people." Harry felt that Hermione and Ron were thinking too much, and he himself was very uncomfortable with the so-called popularity. Cold, "Don't forget what happened last year, many people regarded me as a fool with a problem because of the newspaper, and because of a newspaper, they regarded me as the so-called savior?"

"Harry..."

Hermione seemed surprised that Harry would say such a thing.

"I don't need fame at all, believe me, if Voldemort controls the Ministry of Magic, I'll soon be Britain's most notorious wanted man and scorned by everyone."

After the last experience, Harry wasn't very impressed with the so-called popularity, and even thought those people were stupid.

After all, who but idiots would easily believe that stuff?

In fact, Harry was already planning for the worst.

Neither Dumbledore's injury nor Albert's prophecy disturbed him.

The real turbulent times are yet to come.

That's why Harry decided to teach everyone how to keep themselves safe in exile, a knowledge he doubted he might use in the future.

Of course, Harry wasn't stupid either. He understood what Hermione meant. When he was popular, he would win over a group of people, but there were some things that Harry couldn't do, so he could only say he did his best.

When several people passed the corner of the corridor, Harry felt that his shoulder was hit hard, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

When he stabilized his body, he saw Malfoy's group at a glance, Goyle and Crabbe were staring at Harry, Ron and Hermione fiercely, obviously they were deliberately hitting him with the shoulder.

"Let's go, lest they find some Death Eater buddies to kill us." Harry reached out and pressed Ron, who had drawn his wand, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

"You're right, it's scary."

Ron looked at the three Malfoys and said yin and yang angrily.

"Maybe they can't wait to join the Death Eaters."

"Maybe, one day they can enter Azkaban to be reunited with their families."

Looking at the angry two, Harry was a little surprised by Draco Malfoy's composure, which made him think Malfoy was weird, so he sneered: "Being a Death Eater has no future. Don't forget, Ske Lin Jie's attitude towards the Death Eaters. I dare say Scrimgeour must have guessed that Voldemort was going to rob the prison, and maybe one day all the Death Eaters in the prison will be executed, lest they come out and continue to harm others."

"gone."

Draco Malfoy put his hand on Crabbe and Goyle's shoulders, ignoring Potter and Weasley's provocation.

"Harry..." Hermione called softly.

"This guy can really stand it," Harry muttered.

After walking a distance, Crabbe said angrily, "Why stop me, it's not like you..."

"Okay Crabbe," Malfoy said, pausing to look back at Crabbe, "I can understand your anger, but now I don't have time for boring stuff."

"A boring thing."

Goyle and Crabbe were both stunned by Malfoy's words.

"Yes, I have my own business to do, very important things that must be done."

Malfoy reached out and grabbed his left arm, looked up at his two companions and reminded, "Also, the situation in the school is not good for us now, everyone is staring at us, so don't make trouble for me."

He is more concerned about how he should complete the Dark Lord's quest now, and before that, he needs to hide himself as much as possible, so as not to attract the attention of others.

"Okay, let's go, so we won't wait sooner or later."

With that, Malfoy turned and left.

Although Malfoy already had two plans in mind, they didn't look very secure, especially because Snape's objections made him feel inexplicably irritable.

As for Snape's offer to wait for Dumbledore to get weak before giving him a fatal blow by surprise?

Malfoy felt very unreliable.

Naturally, Snape could wait slowly, but the Malfoys couldn't. Voldemort asked him to complete the task of killing Dumbledore during this semester.

Who knows when Dumbledore will become weak from the injury to his palm?

Even if Dumbledore was really weakened by the injury, Malfoy was not sure of defeating Dumbledore head-on, in fact, he suspected that the Dark Lord was also not sure, otherwise he would not have sent him to assassinate Dumbledore.

Originally determined to restore the glory of the Malfoy family, after the last fire at Malfoy Manor, Draco's confidence was shattered. His mother told him the truth of everything: the task the Dark Lord gave him was just to want to. It was enough to let him die, hoping that he would cooperate with Snape to save his father Lucius and himself.

The cruel truth completely knocked Draco's confidence and made him panic and uneasy. Although his mother Narcissa said that Snape would help him with this almost impossible task, Draco was unwilling to believe it. that man.

Snape was a double agent.

A spy who is good at deceiving people and successfully deceived Dumbledore.

Malfoy was worried that Snape would deceive his mother and use himself to his advantage.

In fact, Snape did take Lucius's place as Voldemort's right-hand man.

"Draco, Professor Snape asked me to give this to you."

Shortly after the Transfiguration class, Pansy hands a piece of parchment to her boyfriend.

"Oh, I see." Malfoy replied as he took the note.

"What is Professor Snape doing for you?" Pansy asked worriedly. "You seem to have been exhausted lately."

"You know, a lot of things have happened in my house, and I'm exhausted." Malfoy opened the note, glanced at the contents of the note, and explained helplessly.

At eight o'clock that night, Draco Malfoy knocked on Snape's office door on time, and he found the Slytherin dean at his desk marking students' homework.

"Professor, what do you have to do with me?"

Malfoy lowered his eyes, out of eye contact with Snape, who had been taught by Aunt Bellatrix how to prevent others from seeing through his mind and peeping into his mind.

"Sit down for a while, I'll be done soon."

Snape speeded up his corrections, and it took about a quarter of an hour before he put down his quill and looked up at Draco.

"I think you've heard about Bellatrix."

"Yes, I heard," said Malfoy blankly.

"The Dark Lord isn't happy about that."

Snape was silent for a moment, then continued: "Not long ago, your mother contacted me, she..."

"I can do it myself..."

"No, you still don't understand." Snape interrupted Malfoy directly, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

"What do you mean?" Malfoy looked up at Snape suddenly.

"Your father Lucius needs Dumbledore to die to alleviate the Dark Lord's blame on him, and Bellatrix needs the same, you are not naive enough to think that I have taken Lucius's place, right? ?" Snape looked at Malfoy, who lowered his eyes again, "I told you long ago that this was my mission."

"But the Dark Lord gave me the task," Malfoy argued. "I'm confident that I can complete this task."

"What if you fail?" Snape asked rhetorically.

"What's the meaning."

"You don't really think your ridiculous plans will work, do you?" Snape bluntly struck Malfoy's confidence, "A smart wizard can see through that cursed necklace at a glance, if it falls on Someone else killed a Hogwarts student, do you really think you won't be exposed? Don't take Dumbledore for a fool, and poison, if that trick worked, I would have done it long ago already."

Malfoy opened his mouth slightly.

"Abandon your ridiculous plans, I suspect you didn't have the heart to do them." Snape looked at Malfoy sternly. "You didn't take the Dark Lord's orders seriously at all."

"Of course I did!" Malfoy said excitedly.

"If your plan disturbs Dumbledore and makes him vigilant, it is likely to directly sabotage my next plan." Snape stared at Malfoy and said in an irrefutable tone, "However, I know you don't A failure is not easy to give up, I will give you a chance, if your ridiculous plans fail, follow my plan."

"What do you mean?" Draco couldn't help clenching his fists.

"This matter is an impossible task for you. Now I just prepared a simpler and easier way for you to get the Dark Lord's forgiveness." Snape asked blankly: " Do you want to fail and pay for it, don't tell me you don't know the price of failure."

"What are you going to do?" Draco's lips twitched, of course he knew what the cost of failure would be, and that fear made him restless day and night.

"Let Bellatrix assemble a solid team, and I'll try to get them into Hogwarts and let them round up Dumbledore," Snape said blankly. "Dumbledore Now that they are injured and their strength is not as good as before, if they are lucky enough, they have a chance to kill him."

"Of course, if possible, it would be better to continue to wait a while, but there are not many options we can do right now."

"What if it fails."

"If they fail, I'll attack Dumbledore from behind," said Snape grimly.

"You planned to use Aunt Bellatrix and the others as bait from the beginning." Draco's eyes widened, he felt like he saw through Snape's conspiracy.

"If there is still time, I will continue to wait until the opportunity is ripe, but now this time has been brought forward by you. Fortunately, we still have one semester." Snape said blankly, "You Bellatrix and his men have to be prepared for an invasion of Hogwarts, as for the sneak attack, that's a last resort."

"How are you going to send them to the school?" Draco asked with a frown. "Hogwarts is so well-defended that it's impossible to enter the school quietly."

"This is my business, you don't need to worry, I will tell you when the time comes." Snape looked at Draco and said, "And now you need to be patient, not a quarter of an hour. , but longer and better prepared."

"That is, you are using me from start to finish." Draco seemed to think things through clearly, "You want to take my credit?"

"You talk like a child," Snape said coldly.

"You just want to get the job done and gain the Dark Lord's trust," Malfoy sneered. "And we're all tools for your purpose."

"I'm saving your family," Snape reminded blankly.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Malfoy sneered.

"If it wasn't for my friendship with Lucius, and your mother's pleas, I wouldn't have taken the risk at all, or would you think your mother was a fool?" Snape reminded indifferently, "if you took everything It's all screwed up, I'm sure the Dark Lord is not very happy, even if you end up going back alive, no, I'm sure Dumbledore probably won't kill you, but I don't think you want to face the Dark Lord's wrath, to Either your family or Bellatrix will die."

"You're threatening me!" Draco Malfoy was shaking slightly.

"Threats, no, I'm just stating the facts. If I fail, everyone will die together." Snape looked at Malfoy and sneered, "Don't you think I failed, I can still survive?"