HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 177 Stolen Potions Ingredients

Hermione spoke as if it was a small matter, but her cheeks were already beginning to turn red as she avoided the gaze of her two friends.

When Ron heard that Krum had invited Hermione to visit him during the summer vacation, he dropped the pestle in his hand on the table, as if he was frightened by the news.

Harry had no idea and asked, "When? I followed you in the library recently and didn't hear him invite you."

The competition left him with a lot of homework, and he kept pestering Hermione these days, hoping that she could help him with his homework, or even better, give him some reference. Unfortunately, his request for reference was sternly rejected.

"At the Black Lake, he took me to the viewing platform." Hermione said shyly: "Madam Pomfrey had just given us the blanket when he asked me if I was free during the summer vacation. If possible, he wanted to invite me to visit Bulgaria, that is, his home."

"You agreed?" Ron had forgotten about smashing the scarab. He kept his eyes on Hermione and randomly smashed the table.

Hermione seemed to be in another state and did not answer his question, "He said he never felt this way about anyone else..."

"Well, Miss Granger, we all know that you have an exciting social life." Snape stood behind them without them knowing. His cold tone not only startled the three of them, but also startled the other students to look back.

Gloria turned around and saw Hermione with a flushed face. Ron looked like he had been holding his breath for five minutes. Harry continued to smash the scarab, pretending that Professor Snape did not exist.

"No matter how important your summer vacation plans are, that's no reason to chat in my class." Professor Snape said quickly: "Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Draco kept fiddling with the bowl and whispered in Gloria's ear, "You should get ten more points."

Professor Snape just happened to have not left after deducting points. He stared at the three of them coldly and said, "Whenever the Gryffindor dream team gets together, they have endless things to talk about. Well - for the sake of your grades in this class, Weasley will continue to sit here, Miss Granger, go sit next to Miss Parkinson, and Potter..."

He pointed to the podium, "Go to the table next to my podium."

Hermione lowered her head to pack her things and came to Pansy reluctantly. Pansy was not in a good mood either. In the second grade, she was severely punished by Gloria for saying bad things about Granger. She still couldn't forget it.

She naturally didn't have the guts to openly mock Hermione, so she stayed as far away from her as possible and worked with Daphne.

Potter packed up his things angrily and carried his cauldron and schoolbag to the empty table.

Gloria had processed the ginger root, and the scarab in Draco's bowl had been crushed into fine powder.

Professor Snape was whispering something to Harry, but she didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of thing often happened in Potions class. When she had time to look up, she found that Harry's hands were shaking with anger.

She lowered her head and continued to process the materials, while Draco would occasionally stare at Harry with a smirk.

Gloria's cooking went smoothly at every step. As she stirred gently, she heard Harry's angry voice in a low voice: "I didn't go near your office!"

His seat was not close to other students and his voice was low, so no one noticed.

Snape supported the podium with both hands, his upper body leaning forward, staring at Harry with oppressive and unfathomable black pupils, "Don't lie to me! African tree snake skin, chin grass, these are my personal collections. No one else in the school would collect these except me. I know who stole them."

Although he didn't mention anyone by name, his eyes clearly said: You stole it!

Of course Gloria knew the functions of these two materials. Needless to say, the sciatica was definitely stolen by Dobby for Harry to use, but Harry and his classmates had stolen the boomslang skin once in their second year, so there was no need for it this year.

I didn't pay attention to what they said afterwards and started to wonder who stole the African bark, which was the key ingredient for making the polyjuice potion.

Now it seems that the suspicion that someone took Polyjuice Potion and turned into Karkaroff is true.

Perhaps that person could not only become Karkaroff, but could also become anyone in the school, lurking, waiting, and finding the right opportunity to launch a fatal blow to Harry.

But who was the person who was transformed? Gloria immediately thought of Harry's Marauder's Map.

Sirius had said that neither invisibility cloaks, transfiguration nor Polyjuice Potion could deceive a map.

If someone wants to take action against Harry, they must have a chance to tamper with the game and be able to get close to Harry easily. Students can basically be eliminated from the list of suspects, leaving only professors, the two directors and the two principals.

Of course, the two warriors from other schools are also worthy of suspicion, after all, they are competing together.

Gloria was trying to think of the answer while Professor Snape and Harry were arguing over there.

At this time, someone knocked on the door and everyone looked over.

"Come in."

The door opened and the person who came in was Karkaroff.

He looked anxious and a little frightened. He walked up to Snape and spoke, but his voice was so soft and his lips barely moved that no one knew what he said.

Harry pretended to hold up a measuring cup, but in fact he was listening carefully, trying to find out what the two were talking about.

"The things on their arms are active—" Jörmungandr said suddenly in his pocket.

Harry was so shocked that he almost dropped the measuring cup in his hand. He turned back and stared at Gloria with wide eyes. He now seemed to be able to tell the difference between normal people talking and snakes talking.

Besides, I already knew there was a snake on her body.

Gloria remained calm, lowered her head and whispered in snake language: "How does it compare to before?"

"The power of the curse is more than twice as strong as before." Jörmungandr carefully felt the Dark Mark and gave this answer.

Harry quickly lowered his head and pretended to be busy dealing with the materials. Fortunately, Professor Snape was also annoyed with Karkaroff. This cowardly guy refused to leave and insisted on waiting for him to finish class.

"He's not pretending. I can smell the deep fear in him, the fear of death." Apophis is very sensitive to people's emotions, "and a strong desire to escape."

If that's the case, then Karkaroff is not the one who stole the potion ingredients.

Harry's mind was in a mess. What fear of death? Karkaroff? Why was he so scared?

With more than ten minutes left in the second class, Gloria successfully brewed the potion, packed it and handed it to Professor Snape.

"Ten points for Slytherin."

She returned to her seat and saw Karkaroff looking at her carefully, and immediately looked away when their eyes met.

Draco was so absorbed in making the potion during the two classes that he didn't even realize Karkaroff hadn't left. When he finished brewing the potion and looked up, he was surprised to see Karkaroff pacing behind Professor Snape.

"He's been here all this time?"

Gloria nodded. "He didn't leave after he came in. It seems like he had something very important to do."

Draco was puzzled, "I haven't heard my father say that they are familiar with each other."

When the class was almost over, Harry very deliberately knocked over the bottle of armadillo bile and picked up a rag to wipe the floor absentmindedly. The other students were busy packing up and ready to leave the classroom at any time.

"Potter, what are you doing!" Professor Snape snapped.

"Wipe away the armadillo bile." Harry was probably afraid of Professor Snape's impending fury, so he threw the rag into the cauldron, picked up his schoolbag, and ran out of the classroom as the bell rang.