The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The news of Katie Bell's attack was quickly spread all over the campus, but except for Harry, Hermione and Lini, everyone didn't know the specific details of the incident, let alone the "real" The target of the attack and the "real culprit" behind it.

"Harry, so you and Hermione were at the scene!" Ron Weasley said in surprise on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room: "Oh my god, are you not injured?"

"I think it's obvious!" Hermione said flatly.

"Well, it doesn't look like... What happened at that time?" Ron nodded quickly and replied.

Harry told his good buddy everything about the scene when he met Katie and Lini in Hogsmeade, and most of what he saw in the principal's office later...

"That is to say, the target of the murderer's attack is actually Professor Dumbledore!" Ron gasped in fright. "This is definitely a conspiracy, it's terrible..."

"Of course, but Professor Dumbledore has discovered..." Harry continued.

But his voice stopped abruptly, because Hermione suddenly let out a hypocritical "cough cough" cough from the side.

"What did Professor Dumbledore discover?" Ron asked curiously.

"Professor Dumbledore will definitely find the murderer, so we don't need to worry about this!" Hermione interrupted their conversation without any emotion.

"Well...of course it is..." Ron could only agree.

"Luo Luo... my dear Luo Luo..." Lavender Brown's delicate voice came from behind them.

"Sorry, buddy... I'll excuse you first..." Ron said hastily, then turned and ran in the direction where Lavender was.

"Hermione, why didn't you let me tell Ron about Mrs. Rosmerta!" Harry asked a little puzzled as Ron ran away.

"Did you forget..." Hermione shook her head helplessly: "Professor Dumbledore told us to keep this matter strictly confidential and not tell anyone..."

"But... if it was Ron..." Harry said hesitantly, "he probably wouldn't tell others..."

On the other side, Ron Weasley hadn't left the Gryffindor common room yet, and he was holding Lavender with one arm, while he was talking triumphantly...

"I have reservations about it..." Hermione shrugged and said coldly.

"Hi, Harry!" Just then, a bold-looking girl came over, with big black eyes, a protruding chin, and long black hair.

Harry obviously knew this girl, her name was Romilda Vane, and she seemed to admire him since the beginning of term, and she often found various reasons to get close to him.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Harry also imitated Hermione's previous tone, and said a little coldly.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to bring you a message!" Romida said quickly.

"Professor Dumbledore's message?" Harry suddenly became interested.

At the beginning of this semester, Harry received a notice from Albus Dumbledore that he needed to be tutored by Professor Dumbledore alone; Harry was very excited about this, thinking that he could learn some advanced magic from Professor Dumbledore ——

Unexpectedly, after a class in the first week of school, he has not received any notification from Professor Dumbledore for more than a month... Even many times, he can't see Professor Dumbledore in the school .

"What's Professor Dumbledore's order?" Harry asked quickly.

"Dumbledore asked you to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at seven o'clock this evening for a second additional tutorial." Romilta replied.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom?

Isn't it the principal's office?

Maybe Professor Dumbledore is going to teach himself several advanced defensive magic? After all, in the second grade, he also served as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a while.

Harry Potter couldn't help being filled with anticipation again.

...

At seven o'clock on Sunday night, when the confident Harry pushed open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

"S...S...Professor Snape?" Harry stammered.

"Potter!" Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Severus Snape couldn't see any expression on his face: "I swear I don't want to accept this task, because I know you are good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. How clumsy... if Dumbledore hadn't asked me to..."

"So the next class..." Harry looked like he might pass out at any moment.

"That's right, I need to be in charge of your extra tutoring!" Snape's voice was a little angry: "Dumbledore, please, let you completely control how to close the door before the end of the sixth grade." Brain...I just hope you perform better than you did last term."

Harry almost sat down on the floor...

He might never forget the scene that happened in the last Occlumency class last semester... because he peeped into Severus Snape's most private memory.

"Stand up, Potter... I hope you can finish this course as soon as possible... Let me be free soon!" Snape gave Harry a disgusted look, and almost roared angrily.

At the same time, his thoughts returned to a few hours ago.

At the time, Severus Snape was still in the headmaster's office.

...

"You want me to continue Occlumency training for Harry Potter?" Snape said angrily. "That's impossible, Dumbledore... I swear I will never continue to do this."

"Calm down, Severus...stay calm..." Albus Dumbledore raised his hands and said calmly.

"Actually, I understand your difficulties, but it seems that there is a little accident..." He explained patiently: "One of my informants on Privet Drive told me that just over a year ago in August, she I saw you enter No. 4 Privet Drive with my own eyes..."

"I entered number four, Privet Drive?" Snape was taken aback, and repeated, "How is this possible?"

"Yes, I also find it incredible... and the informant also told me that you had a cordial conversation with Miss Petunia Evans at that time." Dumbledore continued: "Honestly, I Not sure what that means, or what 'you' were talking to Harry's aunt at the time... so I figured, it's up to you to sort this out!"

"Damn... what's going on..." Snape looked like an ant on a hot pot, circling Dumbledore a few times.

He said in a deep voice: "Then... Potter's new Occlumency course will start tonight!"

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