Harry has been in a bad mood lately – very bad.

The classmates always pointed at him like a joke, and Umbridge and Snape were deliberately trying to make things difficult for him in class. Harry even felt that Professor McGonagall was much more severe to him. Is he blaming him for his reckless actions that implicated Principal Dumbledore? But this was not what Harry wanted. If possible, he would rather be fired than Principal Dumbledore leave Hogwarts.

But when he thought of leaving Hogwarts, his heart felt as uncomfortable as if he was clenched by something - if he was fired, he would have to go home and live with Aunt Penny's family, which would be better than being killed by Voldemort. As Harry thought so, the scar on his forehead hurt like a needle.

There was no one in the dormitory, and Harry put his forehead against the cold window glass beside the bed, feeling the scars felt a little more comfortable. Then he took off his clothes and lay on the bed, hoping that the headache would disappear. He felt a little disgusting. He leaned over to his side, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately.

He stood in a dark room with curtains hanging and only a candle illuminated. His hands were holding the back of the chair, his fingers long and pale, as if he had not seen the sun for many years. He grabbed onto the back of the dark velvet chair, like a big pale spider. In front of the chair, in the dim candlelight, a man in a black robe was kneeling.

"It seems you failed again." Harry's voice was sharp and cold, and he was angry.

"Master, please forgive me." The man on the ground said hoarsely. The back of his head was flashing in the candlelight. He seemed to be trembling.

"Crab, you really disappoint me." Ha said in his cold voice. He let go of the back of the chair and approached the shivering man, standing in front of him in the dark, looking down at him from a much higher angle than usual. "Why can't you even do this little thing? Crab?"

"But, but Master, Lucius doesn't trust me."

"Stand up, Crab." The kneeling man hurriedly obeyed and almost fell.

"I'm very disappointed, Crab, your son Vincent Crab isn't a good friend of Lucius's son? Can't you let your son think of a way?"

"Lord, Master, my son is born stupid. Telling him something will make him feel restless. If he is asked to do this, I am afraid that Lucius's son will find out the clue."

"That is, you haven't done anything valuable in the past few months?"

"No, no. Master. I found out about the plan of the traitors. They were planning to change the minister of the Ministry of Magic early, forcing Fauci to step down and let that person become Minister of Magic."

"This news is so stupid. You have been cheated! Crab, the fake guy has no legal identity yet. How could he become the Minister of Magic in England?"

"Hmph, you idiot, if I didn't need someone from the Ministry of Magic, you have been fed Nagini by me. Now, before I change my mind, get out of here! Call me the bug tail." Crab bowed and quickly stepped back and retreated from a door.

Staying alone in the dark room. Harry turned to face the wall, and there was a cracked and stained mirror in the shadow. Harry walked over, and his appearance gradually grew bigger in the darkness. It became clear. A face whiter than a skeleton, and the pupils in red eyes were two slits. "No--!"

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"Stand up, Potter."

"What was the memory just now?" Snape asked.

"I don't know," said Harry, and he stood up tiredly.

"Lie is useless to me, Potter, your resistance to soul-sucking thoughts is like a piece of paper."

"Maybe it's a dream, professor."

"Do you know what we're doing here, Potter?" Snape asked viciously, "Do you know why I gave up my evenings to do this annoying job?"

"I know." Harry said stiffly.

"Tell me what we're doing here, Potter."

"Teach me brain closure," Harry said.

"Yes, Potter. Even if you are stupid, I thought that after two months of class, even the goblins should have made some progress. How many more dreams have you had about the Dark Lord?"

"This is the only one." Harry lied.

"Perhaps," Snape's cold black eyes narrowed, "maybe you like these hallucinations and strange dreams, Potter. Maybe they make you feel special--it's important?"

"No." Harry gritted his teeth, his fingers tightly clamping the handle of the wand.

"That's good, Potter," Snape said coldly, "because you are neither special nor important, nor do you need to figure out what the Dark Lord said to his Death Eater."

"But I see that it's wrong? Voldemort is in trouble! Some of his Death Eaters betrayed him! This news should be known to Dumbledore." Harry said excitedly.

"I said - don't say that person's name!" Snape shouted. "Maybe you didn't find the danger of doing this at all. Do you think it's cool? Potter?" Snape said angrily.

"The name of the Dark Lord is an unmentioned taboo. Everyone who speaks of his real name will be sensed by him. The more he says, the deeper the sense and connection will be. A powerful wizard like Dumbledore can ignore this danger, but if you are a little wizard who is ignorant of the sky and earth, every time you recite the real name of the Dark Lord once, it is equivalent to taking one more step towards death. He has discovered you, Potter!"

"But he didn't come to catch me, right?" Harry retorted, "because he himself was in trouble."

"But he can't take a breath to take a small character like you." Snape's eyes flashed with disdain, "Dumbledore knows much more than you think. Now, you can leave! If your brain closure still has no progress next time, you can stop it! Potter, I don't have time to teach a guy who is stupider than a goblin."

Harry clenched his wand and walked out of Snape's office angrily.

“Your teaching style is always so special, Professor Snape.”

Silver appeared in front of Snape.

"Your magical mantra is very good, Silver, at least Harry Potter didn't notice it at all." Snape said in a low voice.

"Okay, Professor Snape, you don't have to mock my crappy body curse so much-I know this can't be hidden from the powerful wizard." Silver was not angry, "I'm here to inform you to go to the Order Headquarters for a meeting tomorrow."

"Have a meeting?"

"Professor Dumbledore decided to run for Minister of Magic, and we need to plan a campaign plan." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!