The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"Do you have the ability to say it again?!"

Voldemort was furious, and when he raised his hand, a life-killing curse hit the black-robed man.

Faced with such an attack, the black-robed man still behaved very indifferently, even a little disdainful.

Not only did he not fight back, he even raised his legs on the table, acting like a fool.

But just as the ominous green light was about to hit him, another shining green beam came from the side and hit him hard.

The two green awns were entangled in this way. Amidst a small crackling explosion, large patches of green plasma spilled from the intersection of the beams, burning large patches of scorched black on the tabletop.

The light gradually dissipated, and the huge conference room returned to calm, leaving only a strong burnt smell permeating the air.

Having been hiding in the dark, another black-robed man at the main seat of the conference table said helplessly:

"Stop this meaningless fight, otherwise it will only be our enemy who will benefit in the end."

He looked at the daunting black-robed man, "No. 2, don't provoke you anymore. Honestly, this is naive."

"Ah!"

The black-robed man, known as No. 2, snorted disdainfully, but after all he did not continue to refute.

The black-robed man in the first place nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Voldemort and said:

"According to our previous agreement, haven't we already given you the opportunity and help to become the subject of the plan? It's just that you didn't grasp it. I don't think you have any complaints."

"Huh?! Help? No. 1, if the manpower you sent hadn't deliberately cheated me, or if you hadn't taken me away at the last moment, I would have already succeeded!"

Voldemort roared with his hands on the conference table, his blazing anger almost turned into a substantial flame, burning in his eyes.

The first person in the black robe called No. 1 was a little confused when he heard that he turned his head to look at the darkness on his left side:

"No. 3, is this really the case?"

A figure shrouded in shadow slowly emerged in the dark. He looked at No.1, shook his head slowly, and then nodded again.

Faced with this unclear expression, No.1 nodded as if understanding:

"It turned out to be so."

He looked at Voldemort, "No. 3 means that he did not interfere too much with your behavior. He just moved some small hands and feet within the allowed range. The main reason for your failure lies in you. Myself."

"What a high-sounding word!" Voldemort said, waving his arms. "I can see it through. You are a bunch of hypocrites in gorgeous robes! You are simply disgusting than Dumbledore! Cooperate with you, totally. It's looking for skin with tigers!"

"But you still can't do without our help, can you?"

Number 1 smiled and said slowly.

But Voldemort also fell silent after hearing this.

Because No. 1 is right, even though the opponent is sinister and cunning and has a bad intention, he can't ignore the huge resources in the opponent's hands.

Most importantly, they should be a group by nature!

As if seeing through Voldemort's thoughts, No.1 slowly got up, swung a few times with a dagger, and then smiled:

"In short, let us continue to work hard according to the original plan. I believe we will be able to succeed this time."

He slammed the dagger into the conference table with a shivering sound, and then changed the front of the conversation, "In addition, we are allowed to compete fairly with each other. If any of you feel that you are more suitable to be the'main body' than me. If you do, just try it!

The meeting is over! "

After saying this, the figure of No. 1 instantly distorted and disappeared, and the rest of No. 2 and No. 3 also gradually disappeared into the darkness.

In the gloomy and wide conference room, Voldemort was the only one standing there and grinning in an instant, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

Hogwarts infirmary.

Link was tiptoing towards the exit.

At this moment, it has been nearly a week since the night of the Triwizard Tournament.

In this week, the report about "Hogwarts Triwizard Encountered Large-scale Attack by Dark Wizards" has not surprisingly appeared in newspapers large and small such as the Daily Prophet.

The consequence of this is that public opinion broke out directly after a short period of brewing.

Now the outside world has completely boiled.

The bright red roaring letters like raindrops are flying from all over the country and all over Europe every day, almost overwhelming the principal's office.

The Ministry of Magic was also implicated.

Fudge, who was frightened and furious, immediately ordered the blockade of Hogwarts after he had a preliminary understanding of the matter, and turned his head to deal with the voters first.

And this blockade directly caused the Bussbarton and Durmstrang students, who were supposed to go home after the Triwizard Tournament, were all trapped in Hogwarts.

In such a chaotic situation, Link, who was in the ward, was the quietest place.

Link received Madam Pomfrey's treatment every day, while Emily followed him almost every step of the way, taking care of him, and from time to time he was able to inquire about some interesting news outside and happily eat melons.

However, Emily's round-the-clock personal **** still caused some trouble for Link.

For example, even though Link's body has recovered to a fairly stable level, Emily still doesn't allow him to run around.

This directly caused Link to lose his freedom and was unable to make the next stage of arrangement.

Fortunately, people have limits.

Even people like Emily who have an unlimited supply of refreshing potions are the same.

In this sunny afternoon, Link finally found a chance for Emily to fall asleep when she was tired, and sneaked out of the ward quietly.

"call!"

Link who officially came to the corridor let out a long sigh of relief, but his expression was still taut.

The time given to him this time is not too much. He must go back before Emily wakes up, or else Emily will cry when she knows-and coaxing her is a particularly troublesome thing!

Link, who had imagined the consequences for a moment, did not hesitate at all, immediately drank a bottle of phantom potion, turned into a phantom and ran towards the Owl Tower.

After sending two secret letters instructing Old Kled to search for Horcruxes and investigate the smuggling case of Muggle wizards, Link turned around again and went directly to the office of the professor of Potions.

"Quack—"

With the opening of the heavy stone door, Snape, who was sitting at the workbench in the office cooking potions, was suddenly startled, and directly picked up his wand and pointed it at Link.

Link didn’t care about it. He flicked his wand at random and closed the door again. Then he opened Snape’s cabinet as if he were back home, made himself a glass of citrus strawberry juice, drank it, and looked at him. The gloomy Snape said:

"You are so cruel! You haven't even seen me once for so many days! Professor Snape!"

Link habitually prolonged the final'Professor Snape' tone.

This made the muscles on Snape's face twitch a few times, because it was originally his habit.

But Snape didn't think that this kind of prolonged ridicule was used here by Link. It was more like a joke between their master and apprentice, although it was a bit bad.

If Link dared to make such jokes to him in the past, he would definitely hang Link up and beat him, but now he didn't plan to do so.

Because at least Link's opening method eased the shame and embarrassment in his heart a lot.

He even wondered if Link did this deliberately to make him feel less uncomfortable.

It's a pity that his thoughts quickly dissipated, because when Link saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he frowned and said:

"With such a big incident, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Say what?

What can I say?

Snape clenched his fists, his teeth creaked.

The shame and embarrassment that had faded back into flames, scorching his chest.

He felt that Link was still angry at his weakness and desperation that night.

Snape wanted to refute it, but that was the truth.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

In the silence, Snape suddenly lowered his head and said in a voice not much louder than a mosquito groan.

Link's eyes widened in surprise.

He never imagined that someone as proud as Snape would apologize to him.

He punched **** the workbench and said:

"Sorry? Is this what you want to tell me?"

"Then what else do you want me to say?"

Snape got angry too, got up and flew the boiling crucible directly.

"I don't have much time, so I don't have time to go around with you. Rather than apologize, what I want to talk to you about is the future!" Link opened his hands and said expressionlessly, "The one who can't even say the name. Man has returned, and from the situation that night, it seems that he does not want to kill you, but wants you to serve him again.

I said, would you really go back to be a Death Eater?

Or betray him completely, go to Dumbledore, and let him protect you?

Or, pretending to return to the Death Eaters, actually submitting to Dumbledore and being a double agent who is not a human inside and out? "

Every time Link said an option, Snape's face turned pale.

And when he said the word double agent, Snape's forehead even started to sweat.

Upon seeing this, Link changed his tone and said:

"Give up, Professor Snape, the three ways I just mentioned are all dead ends for you. Whether it's the person who can't even name it, or Dumbledore, they just treat you as one. A tool, a tool that is easy to use and can be thrown away at any time. Cooperate with them and you are dead!"

Snape laughed angrily: "Then what do you say I should do? Do you mean to run away now? Or do you go to you? Be your subordinate?"

"Yes! Just come to me!" Link turned off Occlumency, and said sincerely, "Because at least I don't want you to die, and I'm the only one who really wants you to live!"

Feeling Link's sincere emotions, Snape was stunned.

The flame in his heart that was intertwined with anger and shame also gradually extinguished, and finally turned into a kind of sad relief.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"You do not understand."

"Ah! I really don't understand your super dog-licking idea!" Link raised his eyebrows and smiled, then glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner and said, "Well, I don't have much time. Let’s get here first. In fact, I didn’t want to convince you directly, I just want you to understand that except for the person who can’t even say the name and Dumbledore, you can still choose me. And I won’t hurt you. of!"

After that, Link didn't bother Snape anymore, left the office and ran towards the infirmary.

His mood was not very good along the way.

Snape has a very important place in Link's heart.

After several years of getting along, Link absolutely can't sit back and watch him become a sad ‘hero’ just like in the original book.

Unfortunately, judging from the results of today's persuasion, Snape was far more stubborn than Link had imagined.

There was no way to change Snape's thoughts just by speaking out.

But this was normal, as Snape wouldn't be as good as the original book if he could accept persuasion.

Fortunately, there is still time. Link feels that he can continue to cooperate with Dumbledore and develop his own strength to fight Voldemort.

He believed that as long as the strength of himself and the Foley family developed to a certain level, it would not be impossible to force Snape's destiny to change.

As for Snape's own wishes, it didn't matter at that time.

To paraphrase a famous saying from the past life, the magic change is:

‘I save you, it has nothing to do with you. ’

Of course, in order to prevent Snape from desperately taking some extreme measures, Harry had to deal with it.

In quick thinking, Link had returned to the infirmary.

And just when he was about to open the door to enter the ward, the wooden door was opened from the inside, and Link almost ran into the person inside.

"Harry?"

Link looked at the bewildered person and shouted.

"Huh? Link? Is that you?"

Harry obviously hadn't reacted yet, and said tentatively to Link who was still in a phantom state.

"Yes, it's me." Link withdrew from the hallucination state, and looked carefully into the ward and said, "I can't help it, so I went outside for a stroll. By the way, Emily didn't wake up?"

Harry suddenly realized it, assuming an understanding, and deliberately lowered his voice:

"Still asleep, I came here specifically to find you~www.novelmt.com~ I saw you weren't there and left."

Link breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that, but saw Harry's brows quickly frowned.

Because he was also recovering from injuries, Harry was one of the few people who could come to Link's ward except Emily.

But neither Link nor Emily welcomed him very much.

The reason is that Harry is really over-blooded, and his brain is full of dealing with Voldemort, and Link, as a'friend' who has'experienced life and death' with him and possesses super strength, naturally becomes The ally he tried to persuade, so he pestered Link to persuade him every day.

Sure enough, after a short pause, Harry spoke again:

"Link, my scars have been hurting for the past two days, we really can't just sit back and wait!"

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