Chapter 171 Potter, Confinement! (Resigned as Leader for CK, 340)

"Mr. Crouch is dead." Ron's tone was inexplicably sad, "Percy has always admired him."

"He has always regarded Mr. Crouch as his goal."

Hermione leaned over to look. She didn't have as good dynamic vision as Harry, so she could only check slowly: "Harry? Do you suspect Crouch is not dead?"

"Confirm it." Harry shook his head and put away the Marauder's Map. "The Ministry of Magic is not as safe as we think."

Hermione pulled Harry's arm: "I haven't seen it clearly yet."

Harry took out the map again and stuffed it into Hermione's hand.

The next morning.

The matter of Professor Moody spread throughout the college through the mouths of the little lions.

The curse came true again.

And it came very quickly. He just had a conflict with Potter and was hunted by the Ministry of Magic at night.

It was not until the third-year students met Moody again in class that this "rumor" was broken without attack. Moody also explained that there was only some conflict in teaching philosophy that night, and he had a discussion with his former colleagues in the Ministry of Magic.

He also made a lot of changes in teaching methods. At least he didn't talk about the dark arts at length. Instead, he brought the Auror training set to the classroom. It was very useful, but it made the young wizards miserable.

They are not Potter!

Why do they need to exercise if they have never thought about carrying a long sword to fight the enemy?

This matter seemed to be covered up.

Only Harry was not very reassured. He would occasionally take out the Marauder's Map. If he didn't see any suspicious names, he would temporarily feel relieved.

The Daily Prophet did not report this matter.

Mr. Crouch was dead, and there was no evidence to prove the rumors that he colluded with the Death Eaters.

Until the weekend.

Harry got up, took the Sorting Hat with him, ran around the school twice, and stopped by the Black Lake.

"Have you always exercised like this?" The Sorting Hat looked at Harry, who was slightly out of breath, and was a little shocked. It was the first time that Harry took it out when he was exercising.

"Hmm." Harry faced the rising sun and opened his arms. "How is the scenery this morning?"

"I haven't seen it for a long time." The Sorting Hat sighed, twisting its tip. "Put me on now, let me enjoy the feeling I haven't seen for a long time."

Harry put it on.

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath - although it didn't have such a function, it seemed to be more intoxicated with such scenery.

"You brought me out on purpose, what do you want to do?" The Sorting Hat shook on his head. Suddenly, when he was outside the Sorting House, he took on the responsibilities that the hat should have, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"I have a question to ask you." Harry opened his mouth, took it off, and put it on a stone beside him.

"Aha, ask." The Sorting Hat was surprised, "Then you shouldn't ask Professor Dumbledore."

It was saying.

Harry took out a small bag from his pocket, waved his wand, and a motorcycle flew out of the small bag and landed steadily on the ground.

"You have the items for the Traceless Extension Charm!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "Take those things from my body, except the sword of Gryffindor, and put them in this small bag of yours."

This is what he got during the summer vacation.

The Traceless Extension Charm is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, especially for private use. It seems that there have been big incidents because of this spell. Sirius has spent a lot of effort to get this thing.

Harry ignored it and sat next to the Sorting Hat: "I'm thinking about injecting thoughts into this thing now."

"What is this?" The Sorting Hat poked the tip of the hat, "A small carriage?"

It has never seen such a thing before, giving it a very strange sense of handsomeness.

"Motorcycles are a means of transportation for ordinary people. They are very fast, faster than horses." Harry introduced briefly, "and they are easy to modify. At least now I will add flying, diving, and dust-free spells to it."

The Sorting Hat tapped the tip of its hat: "An alchemical means of transportation, but why should it be injected with thoughts?"

"A good mount is one that is in tune with one's mind." Harry answered it, "This is too rigid, and don't you think a talking motorcycle is actually very cool?"

"You shouldn't ask me." The Sorting Hat shook its head, "I'm just a hat, I can't do magic."

Harry poked it: "I was wondering if I could copy your thoughts and inject them into the motorcycle."

"My thoughts?" The Sorting Hat was stunned.

Harry nodded: "After all, you are very interesting and a good friend, but I am already in the fourth grade this year and will stay in the castle for no more than three more years."

"Of course I have no objection!" The Sorting Hat twisted and thought, "But if I am copied into this motorcycle, then am I still me?"

"Maybe there will be some spells that can communicate with each other?" Harry patted it, "I will go to the restricted area, or ask Mr. Gryffindor directly."

The Sorting Hat was stunned, and the tone became excited: "You mean, I can play with you outside while showing off what I have seen outside to Godric?"

Harry lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"That's great!" The Sorting Hat waved the tip of the hat and turned around quickly, "Godric always mocked me during the summer vacation, you know? He is much freer than me. I can only stay in the principal's office, but he is a portrait!"

"He can travel through other portraits. During this time, he went to St. Mungo's, the Ministry of Magic, and even to Godric's Hollow. There are many things I haven't seen."

"If I become a motorcycle, wouldn't I be freer than him? Haha, it's my turn to taunt Godric."

Harry's face was expressionless: "Mr. Gryffindor, will you quarrel with your hat?"

"It's a kind of fun." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "Just like you always tease Dumbledore and your godfather, we love each other."

"There is no need to use such disgusting words." Harry put away the motorcycle and lifted his hat.

The Sorting Hat snorted: "Why should love be so secretive?"

For Harry, the biggest problem in injecting the Sorting Hat's thinking into a motorcycle is the meaning of the Sorting Hat. Whether it is willing or not is what Harry values ​​most.

That night, Godric appeared in the portrait in the lounge, squatting in the corner with Harry, whispering conspiracy.

He provided Harry with many opinions and ideas.

It is not difficult to copy thoughts and put them into a motorcycle. It just requires some special materials, some of which are very rare. But to Harry, this is nothing, it is just a matter of spending a few more galleons.

Wait until the second week of the school year begins.

Harry became busier.

The professors' confinement will still continue. Although the two spells that Dumbledore promised him have been taught, there are not many opportunities to entangle Dumbledore. On Monday night, Harry shamelessly came to the door, and Dumbledore seemed to be early. Being prepared, he even prepared lesson plans in advance.

During Professor McGonagall's confinement, Harry had to be more careful than before, not only because of the more advanced transformation spells involved, but he also had to prevent Professor McGonagall from discovering the mandrake blades in his mouth.

And the indispensable confinement of Professor Sprout. In the first week of class, she took one step ahead of Harry and announced in front of everyone that she would confine Harry and Neville for the entire school year.

Hermione even felt disappointed for a while because she couldn't be imprisoned.

Now the little wizards almost understand what the professors' whole-school-year confinement is all about.

Only the best little wizards who are favored by the professor can get such treatment.

Potions class ended on Wednesday morning.

The little wizards packed their things, whispered to each other, and prepared to leave. There would be a spells class later.

"Mr. Potter, please stay for a moment." Snape stood on the podium, hesitated, and then spoke.

The little wizards in the classroom rolled around, waved their wands, and rolled away with their belongings.

Their memories are fresh.

In the third grade, this year, after Professor Snape left Harry behind, they had a fierce fight at the end of the school year. Although the professors repeatedly emphasized that this was a rumor, the little wizards believed it. suspect.

This is not a good sign.

"Professor?" Harry looked at him.

Snape came over and took out his wand in his right hand. Before he could raise it, he paused on his waist and said, "I don't want to cast a spell on you, but I want to check your body."

Harry nodded.

Snape then waved his wand, and the magic slowly fell on him, from head to toe, from the inside out. The result of the magic feedback made his face soften slightly: "You are really lucky, that kind of magic The medicine didn’t cause any harm to your body.”

Hermione's heart skipped a beat and she looked at Snape intently.

"Only a madman would refine that kind of potion." Snape noticed this look and said with a sneer, "The effect is very powerful, but it is almost the same as poison. Except for the lucky Potter, if everyone else drinks it, It could be majestic for up to ten minutes and then die painfully.”

Hermione looked at the Sorting Hat, stunned.

That magic potion is so dangerous?

"I remember that I only chopped off your hand, not gouged out your eyes." Harry said expressionlessly, "You should be able to see that that potion does no harm to me, so there is no need to be so alarmist. To scare people who are not that well versed in potions.”

Hermione stared and gritted her teeth.

What does it mean to be someone who is not that proficient in potions?

I also got an "O" in Potions, okay?

"You shouldn't contradict the professor, Potter." Snape drawled, "I remember that you don't seem to have to play boring things like Quidditch this year? Come to my confinement for those two days."

As he spoke, he paused.

"You have some sense, but should you have read the letter I sent you during the summer vacation?" he asked.

Harry nodded: "Thank you for your birthday present."

"That's not a birthday gift!" Snape emphasized with emphasis, "It just happened that I was disgusted by you in those days. No matter how reluctant I was, I was also a professor at Hogwarts, and you were also a Hogwarts professor. There should not be such poor students in Hogwarts.”

"Ruthless, wasteful, piling a bunch of rare materials together to create a pile of garbage that's so toxic!"

"Potions is an art. Maybe I should consider taking those notes back."

Harry dug into the Sorting Hat and took out another bottle of Thunder Potion, which was darker than the original version: "Actually, I have adjusted the formula during the holidays."

Snape's expression changed: "Potter, what are you thinking! Do you really want to die?"

The formula had indeed been adjusted, but he could see that it was different from the adjustment he had imagined - for the shortcomings he pointed out in his letter, Harry used stronger toxicity to make up for it. Of course, in contrast, this bottle of potion The effect will also become stronger.

"Don't worry, Professor, I can bear this." Harry shook the potion bottle, "I don't need to consider this meager toxicity."

Snape frowned and gritted his teeth: "It seems that your hateful mutated eyes have also mutated your body!"

He put away his wand and held out his hand: "I have confiscated this bottle of potion."

"As your potion professor, I should check your work carefully."

Harry handed him the potion and continued to pack his things.

Wait for them to walk to the door with their things.

Harry suddenly turned around: "Professor Snape, I will attend the two-day detention on time. I hope you can prepare the detention content in advance."

Snape snorted coldly.

Today's successful day is 10,000!!! No need to chop it off!

Thanks for the reward~~~

Don't worry, the content of this volume should be beyond your expectations. Don't think it may end soon. Little Barty's escape is just the beginning