MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-Chapter 35 presumptuous

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a year ago--

In the dark corner, Asker leaned against the wall, sneering at the bearded Auror standing in front of him, his face full of indescribable sneer and contempt.

"Ask Grindelwald, what else do you want to say?" The bearded Auror's voice was cold, and he didn't need to have a good face for a prisoner who committed a murder.

"Hehe, of course, I deny all the accusations against me. I didn't kill those four poor unlucky ghosts, I am innocent!"

"We have ample evidence..."

Ask interrupted unceremoniously: "Then you should also know that I am sick, and I have an imaginary personality, that is an extreme, violent and cruel butcher... By the way, maybe those four unlucky ghosts I was killed by him, so it can't be counted on my head?"

The bearded Auror suppressed his anger. He already knew the verdict, and Wizengamore had reached an agreement that the murderer would be acquitted!

"...You're quibbling!"

"The doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital have done an examination, and you should all know the result. I don't think I need to repeat the investigation results again?"

"If it wasn't for your grandfather, that **** old thing threatened and intimidated the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's..."

Asker curled his lips in disdain. He was speechless about this Auror's IQ. However, he still expressed his gratitude for the good news this Auror brought him.

"I bet a copper nut, you must not die."

This time, the bearded Auror couldn't bear it any longer, he rolled up his sleeves and mentioned Asker...

A month later—

"Tsk tsk, I just said, you must not die."

Looking at a piece of news in the corner of the newspaper, Ask smiled and threw it into the trash. This action made his unhealed wound aching, but the joy of revenge softened the pain, and Asker was in a good mood.

"I can't stay here any longer, then, goodbye..."

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"What did you say?"

Asker touched his chin and stared at Snape with a playful look on his face. Asker would not answer his question. Isn't it boring to let you know the answer so easily?

"Dean, I really have no interest in Quidditch. I don't want to join the Quidditch team, so I hope you will cross my name off the list." Asker remembered what he really wanted to do this time, No matter what Snape was thinking now, he simply said it.

"Your father used to be the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team..."

Asker couldn't help laughing, he shook his head, and said to Snape with a sympathetic face: "So, Dumbledore really doesn't trust you, he never told you what kind of person I am... ...at least what kind of person he used to be?"

Snape nodded.

"I don't have any talent for Quidditch. I'm very clumsy for this sport. I'm afraid I'm better than Neville, not even the average person." Asker said with a smile, and Snape's face darkened. But Asker continued: "So, I'm really flattered by your decision to assign me to the Quidditch team. No one has ever valued me this much."

"You want to provoke me and let me expel you from the Quidditch team?" Snape said coldly.

"If that's the case, um, my favorability to you may increase a little." Asker said seriously, "If you don't agree, I don't care, anyway, as long as it's something I don't want to do, no one can do it. Force me. If I insist on not going to Quidditch, what can you do to me? Deduct my points? I think you'll finish the Slytherin. Punish me? Dumbledore would allow this to happen The last person who did this to me, what would happen, tsk tsk, it's really not good to die. Fire me? That's the best, maybe I can go to Beauxbatons and try to get them to fire me too, then I'll be The first student to be expelled from the three major wizarding schools!"

"Both Barton only accepts female students." Snape's voice became cold, his anger was certain, but he was helpless. He really had nothing to do with Asker. .

Asker shrugged. He suddenly thought of Draco, who had always wanted to join the Slytherin Quidditch team. For the sake of his cooperation and obedience, let's help him this time. Thinking of this, Asker said: "Actually, Draco is a good candidate. His father is said to have a good relationship with you, and he is also very talented. If you want to find someone from Slytherin to target Harry, Draco is the best candidate, isn't he?"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Snape's tone was bad.

"If you think so, then I have nothing to say. However, I will not join the Quidditch team, this is not a request, this is a notice!" Aske said with a smile, he turned to look at the hanging on the wall. Zhong, a little unfinished, said: "It's a pity, the class is about to start, so I can't talk for a while."

"You are always welcome here."

"That's not good, I've already offended you. Maybe the next time I come over, I'll be waiting for the Veritaserum, Dementor and Imperius Curse." Ask made a very scared look, and then turned around again. With a rogue face, "However, I personally recommend that you don't do this, because this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened, and I am still standing here chatting with you."

Snape's expression returned to a paralyzed face, and his tone became the same as usual. He said coldly, "Dumbledore is wrong, you are not the person he needs at all."

"It's a good thing, isn't it?" Asker smiled happily.

"You don't know Dumbledore, you don't know at all~www.novelbuddy.com~ Snape said, and he ordered Asker to evict him, "It's almost time for class, are you still leaving? "

"Of course, I don't want to be late, but points will be deducted."

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"What a troublesome child."

The crystal ball in front of Dumbledore slowly dimmed, and the final picture was Ask's provocative smile.

"It's very personal."

There was also a guest in Dumbledore's office. He looked at Asker's face with interest and made no secret of his admiration. "Gellert has a great grandson and he has a successor."

"The next Dark Lord?" Dumbledore rubbed his eyes and smiled bitterly. "This is not good news. When this child grows up, maybe we will all be hung on the wall to look up to. At that time, who can Stop him?"

"He's still young, but he's still growing up... Youth is an advantage, and even if he doesn't do anything, all of us will die of old age before him."

"If only he were my grandson, everything would be much easier..."

"Well, alchemy doesn't seem to be able to do it, but I have a method that isn't the answer."

"tell me the story."

"It's okay if you marry Gellert, so you'll be his grandma."

"Why not grandpa?"

"Don't they already have a grandfather?"