Chapter 389 Harry Potter's Secret Heartbreak

Professor Snape was writing the ingredients of the potion on the blackboard when he heard whispers from below and immediately threw half a piece of chalk over.

Ouch!

Ron cried out in pain and looked up to meet Snape's cold gaze, swallowing his saliva.

"Turning in the classroom, Gryffindor will lose ten points."

"Hahaha..." Draco couldn't help but sneer, "Professor, I suggest you ask them what they are talking about, I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Really?" Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry and the other two who were bowing their heads and not saying anything, "What are you doing?"

"No, nothing." Ron stammered, pressing his arms tightly against the table and refusing to let go.

But this action caught Snape's attention, and he walked up and pulled out a newspaper from under his arm.

"Gryffindor will lose another ten points for reading magazines in class." Snape said lightly, but his eyes were soon attracted by the headlines of the weekly magazine, and his eyes even glowed with excitement.

"Harry Potter's Secret Sad History." Snape's tone was full of ridicule, "Potter, what's wrong with you again?

He may be a different boy, but he also experienced the pain common to adolescent boys... He found emotional comfort in Hermione Granger, who was born in a Muggle family in Hogwarts, but he never thought that in his painful experience, he would soon suffer another emotional trauma..."

"What? This is too exaggerated!" Aaron widened his eyes in surprise, turned his head to look at the embarrassed trio with red faces, and was speechless for a while.

"Gaius." Snape stopped reading the contents of the newspaper, somewhat displeased that his interest was interrupted, turned around and put the newspaper on Aaron's desk, "You can read it yourself if you are interested, but don't interrupt the teacher in class next time."

"Got it." Aaron nodded blankly, and then turned his attention to Potter's secret sad history, and read along with what Professor Snape read.

But as he read, his mouth and face twitched unconsciously. Rita Skeeter wrote in the newspaper that the simple friendship between Harry and Hermione was a bloody story about a plain-looking but ambitious girl playing with the feelings of two people, and even brought up the love potion, which was exaggerated beyond a little bit.

Aaron's eyelids twitched when he read it, and he couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he cast a hypnotic spell on Rita Skeeter, otherwise this bloody story would have an extra male protagonist.

The two people Hermione played with in the newspaper were Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

Although it was made up, the relationship between the three of them really looked like a love triangle to those who didn't know.

Aaron turned around and looked at the three of them. Harry lowered his head and couldn't see his expression, but his ears were red, as if they were on fire.

Ron was silent, but his eyes were dull, and the words "no hope in life" were almost printed on his face.

Hermione was relatively calm, but her red eyes reflected her anger vividly.

It wasn't until the bell rang that Harry and the other two came back to their senses from the state of shame and anger.

They didn't stop at all, picked up their books and ran out of the classroom, and the Slytherins laughed.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, and the classroom suddenly became quiet, "Maybe you have forgotten that Hermione Granger is my dance partner at the Christmas ball.

I can't control other colleges, but please give me a face, Slytherin."

After the voice fell, the Slytherins looked at each other, but nodded at the same time.

Slytherin admires the strong. Aaron's performance in the Triwizard Tournament earned Slytherin enough face. His prestige is now second only to the dean of the college, Severus Snape.

Gaius's face must be given. Although it loses a little fun, it doesn't matter to them at all.

Students left the classroom one after another. Snape stopped Aaron and looked at him meaningfully and said, "You treat her well, Hermione Granger."

"Professor, you seem to have misunderstood something.

I just don't want a girl to suffer reputational damage because of some nonsense."

Snape chuckled, "Take care of yourself!"

"It's inexplicable."

......

"I said don't mess with Rita Skeeter, and now it seems that you didn't listen to me." Ron said depressedly, "First Harry, then Hagrid, this time it's you. Oh, yes, I'm not left out either.

It's clearly a pure friendship, but how come she wrote it into a bloody love triangle? Do I look like someone who is fooled by beauty? "

"Yes." Hermione said expressionlessly, "You seem to be the one who can't even speak properly after being rejected by Delacour!"

Ron's face flushed with anger, "I am indeed embarrassed, but Fleur is completely different from you."

"You..." Hermione's eyes widened. Ron's meaning was quite straightforward, saying that she was not as beautiful as Fleur.

"Okay, stop talking, everyone knows that bastard is talking nonsense.

Just ignore it, it will be fine after a while."

"That won't work." Hermione shook her head, "What if she keeps nagging us? Harry has already reported it twice."

"He can only be considered half the protagonist this time." Ron said with a strange look, "You are the most important one in Harry Potter's secret sad history."

"That's not important, what's important is how did she know about the things in the newspaper?"

"Just make it up!"

"He can make up stories about the three of us, but what about Hagrid?" Hermione said seriously, "Dumbledore doesn't let Rita Skeeter anger Hogwarts, but she always finds some unknown secrets. This must not be a coincidence."

"Don't worry about whether it's a coincidence or not, we have to prepare for tomorrow." Harry said, "Meet him outside Hogsmeade at 2 pm."

"And bring more food." Ron added.

"And Dobby, we have to buy him some gifts too.

Thanks to him for the second project, otherwise I would never have passed that level."

Speaking of house-elves, Hermione immediately became excited. Giving gifts to house-elves is a big step for her House-Elf Rights Promotion Association.

The next day, the Great Hall.

Harry and the other two arrived on time when lunch time was almost over.

They ordered two or three times more food than usual, and then quietly stuffed the food into Harry's schoolbag when no one was paying attention.

They thought they were doing it very secretly, and no one should notice it at this time.

Just because no one noticed doesn't mean that no foodies noticed it. Abe would glance at the three people from time to time while eating, and his saliva dripped uncontrollably into the plate.

"Are you feeling unwell today?" Aaron asked with some concern. This guy has never been so absent-minded at mealtime.

"A lot of chicken legs." Abe said, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"What the hell?" Aaron looked at the plate in front of Abe, which he had licked cleaner than his face, and was a little confused. Where did the chicken legs come from?

"Over there."

Abe pouted in the direction of Harry and the other two.

Aaron turned his head and looked, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

A large plate of chicken legs was neatly stacked, at least a dozen, even if his appetite increased, it wouldn't increase several times at once!

There is a problem, definitely a problem.

Aaron thought very confidently, and then winked at Abe.

The Holy Dragon's eyes lit up immediately, and he didn't bother to wipe his saliva, and jumped directly onto the long table of Gryffindor, grabbed his favorite food and started to eat it crazily.

The three were confused, and they didn't react until Abe showed off for a third of the time.

"Stop, no, shut up." Ron said hurriedly.

Harry subconsciously wanted to stop it, but when he thought of his small body and the dragon, his outstretched hands stopped in mid-air.

Hermione lifted Abe up and said helplessly: "This is not prepared for you. If you want to eat, come tomorrow."

"So... who are you preparing this for?"

A playful voice suddenly came from behind, which scared the three of them.

"No, this is for us to eat." Ron said immediately.

"Come on, do you believe this?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him, "You put it in your schoolbag to eat it yourself, and you put so much in it.

Even if you want to turn your grief and anger into appetite because of the newspaper, you shouldn't take action the next day!"

"Ah this..."

Harry was silent for a while, and said: "Let's go to visit Sirius, he's back."

"Fuck! He dares to come back?" Aaron said in disbelief: "Although the Ministry of Magic has relaxed the wanted order for him, it doesn't mean that they will turn a blind eye to a murderer."

"So we decided to go to see him secretly." Harry said.

"I understand." Aaron nodded, then picked up Abe and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Hermione said hurriedly, "You can go with us."

"Forget it! It must be no small matter for him to take such a big risk to return to Hogwarts to find you.

Big things are often troublesome, and I don't want to be involved."

"It may be related to the mysterious man." Harry said suddenly, "I told him my dream."

Aaron stopped abruptly. If it was half a month ago, he would have left faster after hearing this, but now the situation is different. The change of the Dark Mark means that he will come back soon.

Before the other party is completely resurrected, knowing more information will give you more protection.

"When will we meet?"

"We are preparing to set off."

"Is it hidden?" Aaron said in a deep voice, "Or is it safe?"

"It must be safe. Sirius has been hiding outside for a year without being discovered, and few people know that he is an Animagus." Harry said, "It's just that his situation may not be very good, otherwise he wouldn't remind us to bring him more food."

Aaron hesitated for a moment, "Get your invisibility cloak ready."