Chapter 370: Amoral Lawrence, The New Professor At Hogwarts

Chapter 370: Amoral Lawrence, The New Professor At Hogwarts

After a night of carnival, the little wizard was listless in class the next day.

The smile had not disappeared from Harry's face since the game ended yesterday, but when it came to Potions class, Snape still forcibly pushed him down from the clouds.

At the end of the class, Gryffindor was deducted more than ten points.

Snape not only kept an eye on Harry, he also kept an eye on Neville, because he had to take chances to deduct points from others, but it was not easy to cause trouble for Neville.

He only stood back for two minutes before Neville burned out another cauldron.

This is already the third one this semester.

"Is there any way to get rid of him?" Harry said to Ronald irritably after class.

"If you win the championship and give three thousand galleons to Wayne, he will definitely be able to drive Snape away."

Ronald had a bad idea, and Harry shook his head: "Not enough, do you think I haven't thought about it?"

"Wayne said that Snape has high academic standards and is hard-working and uncomplaining. He is the most suitable Potions professor. If you want to get rid of him...add money!"

"Three thousand is not enough?" Poverty limited Ronald's imagination, and for the first time he knew that Snape was so valuable.

Harry sighed: "It would be great if Gryffindor could have a professor as shameless as him."

Professor McGonagall was good at everything, but not as biased as Snape.

The two of them came to the foyer from the basement and found that the place was already crowded with people, not wanting to enter the auditorium, but queuing up.

Soon, they understood what was happening.

"Are new cards coming out again?" Harry was shocked. They did not queue up, but squeezed into the side hall to see what cards came out this time.

Soon they found the answer on the bulletin board nearby.

"So many updates at once?" Ronald said a little surprised.

The announcements this time were dense, with the introduction of new cards alone accounting for half of the announcements.

Eight fire dragon cards, two character cards, and several skin cards.

No wonder there are so many people queuing up, Wayne has been waiting for the end of the first project to launch the Fire Dragon card.

The two character cards are Cassandra and Fleur. They performed very well yesterday and gained a large group of supporters.

"Harry, do you want to smoke?" Ronald weighed his wallet with a bitter look on his face.

He could only buy one 648, but after buying it, his pocket money for this semester was completely gone.

If you want money, you have to find Gemini to test the medicine.

"Ten packs are enough." Harry looked at the handsome fire dragons in the picture and immediately fell in love with the Australian Ovaleye and Norwegian Ridgeback.

"It's great to have money." Ronald looked at him enviously.

"How are you going to thank me?"

In the small atrium garden, beside a round table, Cassandra looked at the boy opposite with some interest.

If it were someone else who wanted to make a card with her image, Cassandra wouldn't even hesitate for half a second and would directly refuse.

But when Wayne asked her, she unexpectedly agreed.

Now is the time for 'settlement of accounts'.

"How about sharing some of the endorsement fees with you?" Wayne frowned slightly as he ate the macaron sent by Furong, took a bite and put it down.

Is this sickly sweetness made by Gabrielle?

Little Loli likes to eat this sweet thing the most.

"No." Cassandra shook her head: "I'm not short of money, so it doesn't make any sense to me.

It was a standard speech by a wealthy lady, but Cassandra did have such confidence.

The Warley family is the largest supplier of raw materials for magical animals in North America. It has long-term cooperation with the Ministry of Magic and Ilvermorny. It's like counting money with your eyes closed.

"Then what do you want? I'll make two props for you?"

"I can also spend money to buy props." Cassandra lowered her eyes, "Well, you owe me a condition, and I will tell you after I think about it."

Wayne agreed: "No problem."

If you agree, just agree. If it's something he can accept and it's done smoothly, then it's a favor.

If it is unacceptable, or the request is too much.

I'm sorry, what I agreed to back then doesn't mean I have to admit it now.

Anyway, Master Lawrence is a capitalist. What kind of morality does a capitalist have?

Cassandra didn't know that she hadn't even thought about the conditions, but the person opposite had already planned how to cheat, with a bright smile on her face, and she felt much better.

In the evening, before dinner, all the prefects and student council presidents suddenly came to the lounge and informed all students to sit in the auditorium at six o'clock.

"What happened?" Wayne asked.

"I don't know either." Cedric shook his head: "I just came back to study the golden eggs when Professor Sprout called me out.

"Okay." Wayne didn't ask any more questions and found out in a moment.

At six o'clock, the students all appeared in the auditorium on time, and the guest seat was also full.

Dumbledore looked very happy, talking to Maxim and Katerina, making them laugh.

Surprisingly, Professor Moody also had a smile on his face today, and actually raised his glass and touched it with the three deans.

Well, just three of them, nothing happened to Snape.

People speculated that there might be something to be announced today, so they finished dinner very quickly. In less than half an hour, all the dishes were back to their cleanest state.

Sure enough, Dumbledore stood up.

He looked around, smiled and asked: "Before I tell you the good news, I would like to ask everyone if you noticed anything different today?"

Many people stretched their heads curiously and looked around. Finally, Fred's eyes lit up and he stood up and said loudly: "There are two empty seats in the guest of honor seat!"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, turned to look over there, and suddenly said: "Oh, one of them belongs to Professor Trelawney. She is maintaining her Third Eye in the tower."

There was a chuckle from below.

The so-called "maintaining the third eye" is just a lazy way of saying Trelawney. It is estimated that the professor is currently sleeping with his own wine bottle in his arms.

"But Mr. Weasley is not wrong, we will indeed have a new professor.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and the small door behind the chairman opened.

A man came out, smiling and waving.

"Oh my God!"

"...153?"

Many people in the auditorium recognized Sirius' identity, and there was a lot of discussion.

In just one holiday, Sirius's reputation has completely changed, from a vicious fugitive who changed his mind after hearing this, to a hero who has endured humiliation and heavy burdens for more than ten years to avenge his brothers.

In this country that pays attention to personality worship, Sirius's reputation is no worse than Harry's reputation as the savior.

After a brief moment of confusion, Harry stood up excitedly and waved happily.

Sirius smiled at his godson and walked over to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore introduced with a smile: "It seems that many people know who he is - Mr. Sirius Black, and he will spend a wonderful month with us.

"On Christmas Eve, we will hold the Triwizard Yule Ball according to tradition. In order to allow everyone to enjoy the fun better, the school will provide specific etiquette courses.

"Mr. Black will do his best to guide you. Students who want to register should submit their application forms to the prefects of their respective colleges before next Monday.

Sirius bowed slightly [The auditorium suddenly burst into cheers and applause.

Even those foreign students didn't know much about his deeds, but seeing his gentle and elegant appearance, they felt a lot of goodwill in their hearts.

One thing to say, compared to Snape's slovenliness, Sirius looked like the kind of well-educated and elegant young man.

Speaking of Snape...

Wayne couldn't help but turn his head and look to the left side of the guest of honor seat. When everyone was cheering, Snape's expression was unique and could not be more stinky.

He stared hard at Sirius, who was still waving to the students, with a fierce light in his eyes and veins popping out.

The knife still held in his hand was pointed at Sirius unconsciously, as if he was considering which angle would make it more satisfying to stab him from.

so good.

Wayne laughed from the bottom of his heart and clapped along.

Now it was fun to watch again.

Is bringing Sirius to school a slap in Snape's face?

No, it was a slap on his ass!

When these two people meet, not to mention sparks hitting the earth, but fierce friction will definitely break out.

The only pity is that there is less than a month left before the Christmas Ball. If it could be longer, it would definitely be more exciting.

After the introduction, the banquet was dismissed.

"Sirius, would you like to have a drink to celebrate your return to school?

As the teachers left, Professor McGonagall extended an invitation.

"Of course." Sirius smiled slightly and called Professor Sprout and Flitwick, both of whom readily agreed.

Three of the four deans came. In order to prevent Snape from thinking that he was being squeezed out, Professor McGonagall still extended an invitation to him.

"No."

Snape said coldly, glancing at Sirius with eyes without any emotion. "I'm allergic to dog hair." After saying that, he strode away.

Sirius behind him grinned indifferently and did not object.

After all, it was my first day here, and my former head teacher was still there, so I was embarrassed to use foul language directly.

If it were just the two of them, he'd be sure to start asking about the Prince family's genealogy by now.

Professor McGonagall was also aware of the grievances between the two and did not say much. He just brought several professors to her office for a chat.

the next day.

Wayne also didn't expect that the fun he was looking forward to yesterday would actually appear so early.

In the early morning, Cedric and Harry met in the foyer. They found a room and walked in.

.......***……..

They were going to discuss the selection and position allocation for the Quidditch High School Tournament.

The competition will not start this semester, but will be held in the next semester. There are seven teams in total, so the total number of games comes to twenty-one.

Although the specific schedule has not been released yet, preparations must begin.

Harry and Cedric will decide on the list of participants today.

"You can continue to be a seeker." Cedric took the lead: "I have been trained as a chaser, and my flying is pretty good."

Harry always felt that he had robbed Cedric of his place in the game and his Quidditch position. He felt very embarrassed and shook his head in refusal:

"You should be the seeker. The competition does not stipulate that all players must play. If you are not weaker than me, I will not participate.

"How can this be done?" Cedric retorted: "It's not easy to have the opportunity to compete with other schools. It's a pity to miss it."

"But..." Harry wanted to say something else, but Cedric raised his hand to stop him.

"Harry, do you care about the extra twenty points?"

"Of course I don't care." Harry said sincerely, "I didn't want to participate in this competition in the first place.

Come on, the score doesn't matter at all, I'm just afraid of delaying you. "

"I don't care either." Cedric leaned back: "It's just twenty points. It won't really help me that much, so participation is the most important."

"Besides, if we really want to get these twenty points, neither of us are suitable to be seekers. We should let Wayne invite Qiu over."

Harry was startled.

Yes, the autumn of last semester can be said to be like God killing God when standing in the way, and killing Buddha when Buddha stands in the way.

Ravenclaw lost miserably, but Cho caught the Snitch in every game.

"Then did you invite her?"

"I asked Wayne to help me ask, but Qiu only agreed to be a substitute and would only play in the game against the Magic Institute. She wanted to compete with Sakura Kinomoto.

Harry thought for a while and finally agreed.

He will be the seeker, Cedric will be the chaser, and the rest of the personnel will be decided by the two of them.

"Fred and George should just be batsmen." Harry suggested.

Cedric thought so too, and he continued: "I think so too, let Angelina and Spinnet be the remaining chasers [their level is very high."

"If it's a goalkeeper, let Brook play."

Harry didn't have any doubts about the choice of goalkeeper. Wood had graduated. Originally, the team was going to choose a new goalkeeper this year, but the Quidditch game was cancelled.

He was worried about another problem.

"Isn't it unfair that it's just the two of you Hufflepuff?"

"It's nothing." Cedric said with a smile: "This is everyone's decision. We have discussed it in advance and everyone agrees with this method."

Harry felt fiercely envious again.

The atmosphere at Hufflepuff is really good.

The two quickly decided on a plan, and Harry was about to go back and chat with the Geminis and Angelina.

Before leaving, Cedric stretched out his hand and shook Harry's hand.

"I believe our lineup can definitely compete for the championship. Harry, I'm looking forward to your battle with Krum.

Suddenly, a mocking voice came from outside the door.

"Do you want to defeat Krum just because of Po Te?"

"I'm afraid the game is over without even seeing the Golden Snitch, right?"

Without turning around, Harry knew who the speaker was.

"Don't worry, Malfoy." Harry looked over with contempt: "Even if we lose, it will be to a world-class player like Krum, not to someone like you who doesn't even have the Golden Snitch."

There is a caught Seeker, otherwise I would be really pissed off. "

Malfoy turned even paler.

He knew how to get past Harry, and Harry knew how to get past Malfoy.

Since becoming a Seeker in the second year, Malfoy has not caught the Golden Snitch even once, and this has become a permanent pain in his heart.

"Scarhead! How come you weren't burned to death by the fire dragon!"

"Baby face, ask your mother to send you some blood-replenishing stuff. I'm really afraid that you'll faint here and blame me."

While talking, both of them had already taken out their wands.

Cedric standing in the middle: "...

However, what Harry didn't expect was that another annoying figure appeared at the door.

Snape clicked his tongue and stared at the wand in Harry's hand maliciously.

"Twenty points will be deducted from Potter and Gryffindor for attacking a student in front of the professor."

Harry immediately exploded: "Which of your eyes saw me taking action!"

"oh?"

Snape became even more excited: "For contradicting the professor, it seems that just deducting points is not enough. I will also add two days of confinement!"

Sirius, who had just come out from breakfast, noticed the movement here. When he heard Snape's words, he immediately said angrily:

"That's all bullshit, slug, why did I see Malfoy trying to sneak attack Harry? Slytherin deducted three points!",