area51novel Chapter 89 Scarface Causes a Scene in the Lounge
Chapter 89 Scarface Causes a Scene in the Lounge
Chapter 90 Scarface Causes a Scene in the Lounge
Picking up where we left off, Snape was about to recount the sin of trespassing into the common room when Harry's eyes widened, and he scooped up the house-elf and threw him in front of him.
"Hey! Are you trying to play me for a fool?!"
"No! Mr. Harry Potter! How could I possibly play a trick on you!"
"How come there's not a trace of filth in this place? I just glanced around the hall and spotted two or three strange things!"
Snape sneered, "Our great Mr. Potter is truly astute. After scurrying around like a mouse, he knew exactly where the oddity lay."
Harry, without even turning his head, snapped, "Are your eyes borrowed? They're practically two holes stuffed full of mud; even if something huge were right in front of you, you couldn't see it!"
Upon hearing this, Snape's face instantly darkened, and he roared, "Very well! Then go find them, Potter! If you consider yourself more capable than a house-elf, I might take pity on you and allow you into the Slytherin common room once!"
Harry straightened up and said, "What will you do if I actually find any filthy trash?"
"Ha! If you know Slytherin better than I do, then I might as well give you the headmaster's seat!"
Listen, dear reader: Snape dared to utter such harsh words because he was absolutely certain of his victory. House-elves are all skilled servants, most proficient in magic such as tracking and cleaning the yard.
Now these witch slaves have come out in full force, ransacking the Slytherin common room. Despite such a thorough search, they haven't found any dark magic items. Yet, he refuses to believe that Harry's methods are superior.
After Snape finished speaking, Harry shook his head and said, "I can't stand sitting in that damn headmaster's position. If I really find it, all I need is for you to teach me the Legilimency Spell."
As the saying goes, it's not the theft itself that's scary, but the thief's eye on you. Even if one has mastered the art of brain-sealing to its highest level, making one's mind as solid as a fortress, if a thief tries to spy on you, you can only hold your breath and guard your gates.
Rather than suffering the humiliation of being beaten and insulted without fighting back, it would be better to learn how to control one's mind and focus one's thoughts.
If someone tries to pry into your memories, you can simply use the same method to ram them in the face and search through their mind. Wouldn't that be like knowing yourself and your enemy, and winning every battle?
Snape narrowed his eyes when he heard that he wanted to learn Legilimency. "What if you don't find it?"
"I'll bring you tea and water!"
"Very well." Snape sneered. "I accept your bet."
It is:
Harry insisted the stolen goods were hidden, while the greasy-haired professor said it was nonsense.
I've made a bet with you to find the answer; if you can, I'll be convinced.
The professor should be bold and courageous, but the witch has not yet been found.
What could Harry possibly rely on to gamble? We'll leave that aside for now and find out later.
Without further ado, Snape immediately returned to the Slytherin common room, where a group of students were making a ruckus, urging Dumbledore to investigate the Gryphon, Badger, and Cleric houses.
He used a megaphone spell to shout, "Silence!"
When the Slytherin students heard the Dean speak, they all fell silent and turned to look.
"I just met our great savior, Mr. Potter. He insists that you are all a bunch of treacherous scoundrels who must be hiding some dark magic artifacts in the common room."
Upon hearing these words, the students all showed displeasure and gripped their wands tightly.
"So I made a bet with him that I could make an exception and let him come to our lounge to look for it."
How could the students of Slytherin University possibly contain themselves after hearing this?
The crowd immediately erupted into a cacophony of noise, as if a bucket of boiling oil had been poured over it, with everyone shouting at the top of their lungs.
"How could we let those stupid lions into our lounge?!"
"Headmaster! Please calm down! There has never been such a precedent in Hogwarts' thousands of years of history!"
"If he dares to come in, I'll take him down with me!"
For a moment, the lounge was filled with a great deal of noise, as if a rebellion was about to break out.
Dumbledore frowned and whispered to Snape, "Severus, what are you doing? I told you not to involve Harry."
"Ha, Dumbledore, the person you should be questioning is not me, but Mr. Potter."
Having said that, Snape used a megaphone spell to add, "Of course, Mr. Potter and I have a bet. If he loses..."
"They're coming to my office to work so the house-elves can get some rest."
Upon hearing this, the Slytherin students changed the subject and stopped trying to dissuade them, their faces beaming with joy.
"I support letting that scarred guy investigate!"
"I don't believe he's better than a house-elf."
"Wait a minute, doesn't that mean he's basically a house-elf?"
Seeing this, Snape's lips curled upwards, he flicked his robes, turned around and shouted, "Come on, Potter! Feel your honor!"
"The first outer house student in Hogwarts' thousand-year history to be invited into the Slytherin common room!"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry had already arrived with his knife and cane.
It was precisely because of their large numbers that the Slytherin students gained a significant boost in morale upon seeing Harry.
The leaders stared wide-eyed, their cheeks puffed out, and they snorted.
The rest of the group glared angrily, their teeth clenched; canes in hand, their bellies brimming with murderous intent. It was a scene of snakes devouring a lion, devoid of any pity.
A chilling wind swept through the lounge, filling the air with a murderous aura. They were just waiting for Snape's command to swarm Harry and chop him into mincemeat.
Draco glared at Harry, and seeing him suddenly appear around the Slytherin common room, he knew who the imposter Pansy was tonight.
He retreated a few steps without making a sound, disappearing behind the crowd.
"Please, Mr. Potter," Snape said with a slight bow, his tone dismissive. "Let me see where you hide these so-called Dark Magic artifacts."
"That's right! Find it and let us see!"
"Ready to clean the castle, little Potter?"
Everyone burst into laughter, but Harry ignored them and went straight to the alcove where the House Cup was placed.
Upon seeing this, Slytherin Quidditch captain Flint jumped to his feet and roared, "What are you doing?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry had already tossed aside the House Cup, swiftly drawn his gleaming ring knife, and plunged it into the wall behind the cup, all the way down to the hilt.
When the Slytherin students saw the golden cup fall to the ground, a surge of intense anger welled up within them. One seemed possessed by a harbinger of doom, another like a black star descending to earth, all shouting like thunder.
"stop!"
"This isn't Gryffindor, Scarface!"
With a twist of fate, Scarface cuts straight to the heart of the matter, revealing Snape's wager, now irrevocably broken. The house-elf's search yields nothing, but how can it withstand Harry's single glance? A stab into the wall beneath the House Cup reveals the true nature of right and wrong. To find out whether what lies behind the niche is real or empty, stay tuned for the next installment.
(End of this chapter)