March is approaching and the weather becomes clear, but the cold wind is still cold, blowing the owls that are sending the letters to the point.

In the afternoon potion class, Snape recited an article for everyone with "sound and emotion", from the "Witcher Weekly" confiscated from Hermione, and Rita Skitter's article: Harry Potter's Secret Sad History.

Rita Skitter used a singular tone of condemnation to describe a bad girl who played with the relationship between two boys, implying that Hermione used a romance agent to charm Wickdor Crum and Harry Potter, and expressed mercy to Harry who had experienced emotional trauma again.

When Snape slowly read the entire article in a sarcastic tone, Harry was so angry that his face turned blue, Hermione's lips were pursed tightly, and her cheeks turned red. Ron stared at Snape tightly, as if he wanted to pounce on him and slap him.

Draco laughed "puff" while laughing so hard that his stomach hurts, and Crab and Gole also laughed.

Brian frowned slightly and pounded the scarab. Daphne looked at Hermione in surprise, then shook her head and whispered: "I knew that Rita Skit's report was unreliable... Well, the ones published in the Prophet Daily can still believe in a small amount, but the ones in the Wizard Weekly are forgot."

Brian nodded, watching Snape let the three of Harry separate, staring at Harry tightly.

"You think, why does Professor Snape hate Potter so much?" Daphne whispered.

"That must be Professor Snape's privacy." Brian smiled, "It's probably the kind of privacy that once someone knows, he will be ashamed to jump directly from the tower..."

"You seem to know everything..." Daphne glanced at Brian curiously.

"I always have some unusual sources of information." Brian said with a smile. He would not say that his source of information was a book called "Harry Potter".

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside the classroom.

"Come in." Snape said in his usual voice.

Kakarov walked in from outside the door, and he kept rolling his goatee with his fingers, looking anxious.

"We need to talk," he said to Snape in a low voice, his lips barely moving.

"I'll talk to you after class, Kakarov." Snape whispered.

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus. You've been hiding from me." Kakalov said.

"Let's talk about it after class," Snape said sternly.

Kakarov looked panicked. He did not leave the classroom, but wandered behind the classroom, as if he was afraid that Snape would slip away after class. Snape seemed very angry.

"What's going on?" Draco turned around curiously and looked at Kakarov.

"Maybe, the dean owes him money?" Brees raised his eyebrows, "Yes, Kakarov is here to collect debts."

"Will the dean be short of money? He is a potion master!" Draco retorted.

After class, the curious little wizards were tidying up their things and were driven away by Snape's fierceness. A group of people walked towards the door in a noisy way.

"Look, Severus." Kakarov lifted the sleeve of his left arm and showed Snape what was on his arm, "Did you see it? It's never been so obvious, since..."

"Hide it!" Snape said sternly, "Let's talk about it later, Kakarov!"

As he said that, he viciously drove away Harry, who was still rubbing his clothes, and glared at Brian, who was obviously pricking his ears and eavesdropping.

Kakarov turned around and strode out of the classroom, looking worried and annoyed.

Brian also walked out of the classroom, squinted his eyes, thinking that he was going home.

At night, in the room, Brian was experimenting with his magic.

These days, he finally mastered the spell-free casting, and ran to the screaming shed to try the battle teleportation he had imagined, that is, he performed phantom manifestations many times during the battle.

The effect is disappointing. He can basically restore the practice of the leader of the Death School last semester, but the problem is that there will always be a period of dizziness after performing the phantom, which is difficult to avoid even with Brian's current reaction. Although this period is only a short moment, it is very fatal to be caught by the enemy.

Fortunately, things turned around, that is, his flying magic was finally completed.

The house of requests now turned into a huge practice room. Brian's figure transformed into a vague and flew lightly in the air, flexibly avoiding various obstacles, and was very fast. But the figure seemed to be covered with a rich black velvet curtain, with bright light flashing in it, like the starry sky at night.

Well, at the best, it is the starry sky with bright stars, but at the worst, it is like a dark curtain that leaks light. It always seems a bit evil and not so magnificent enough.

"It's already very good, it's better than black fog or black snake." Brian's figure returned to the ground and gradually returned to his original image.

After his attempt, he finally integrated this deformation into combat teleportation, allowing him to transform into this form when fighting with people and gain strong mobility. It is a very practical magic.

At the same time, he also improved some spells to make them more suitable for him. In this way, his combat power was almost formed.

Brian wrote a letter home, telling his parents that he would go back this weekend. He came to the owl shed and handed the letter to Ika.

On Saturday, when the other students went to Hogsmeade Village, Brian stayed at Hogwarts. He found a secret passage and left the school, and directly showed his shadow several times, returning to Forley Manor.

The manor in the early morning was bathed in thin mist, and the main building of the pale yellow manor reflected light slightly in the sun.

Brian walked into the house and saw Mrs. Fly carrying a small bag, as if she was about to go out. After seeing Brian, she came over with a smile.

"Why do you think about coming back now?" Mrs. Fley pulled Brian over and looked him up and down, and said in a gentle and gentle tone, "Okay, we didn't go to see the second project, Albert said that it was not very ornamental... But we know you did a great job! Well, we will definitely go to the third project, I promise."

"I didn't come back for this..." Brian said speechlessly, "Where is my father?"

"He..." Mrs. Fley said softly, but still softly, "He has been worried recently, busy partying with his friends. Oh, now he is in the living room."

"I'll talk to him." Brian blinked, "Are you going out?"

"Yes, I have an appointment with Diana." Speaking of this, Mrs. Fley held off the brim of the top hat and showed a light smile.

"Then you do it first, I'll go find my father." Brian said.

"Well, really, you should have told me earlier that you are coming back and I can still turn off today's date..." Mrs. Fley said, turning around and leaving the door gracefully.

Brian came to the living room. Mr. Foley was looking at a big book. He raised his eyelids and said, "I remember it wasn't a holiday today?"

"Today is the weekend, Dad." Brian sat down next to him and said with a smile, "Didn't you receive my letter?"

"Oh, I remembered it. But I have to go to Malfoy's house later." Mr. Furley rubbed his forehead and put the book in his hand aside.

"You're having trouble recently? For the Dark Mark?" Brian looked into Mr. Foley's eyes.

Mr. Foley's expression became serious and he sighed, "You know? Yes, from all kinds of signs, the Dark Lord is coming back, much faster than I thought."

He frowned tightly, his expression not very good.

"I'm very surprised, why did you choose to support him?" Brian tilted his head. "For our family, keeping each other unsupported is the best choice and a principle of self-protection."

Mr. Foley turned black and blinked at Brian, and said innocently: "Everyone is a little young and frivolous..."

"What's going on?" Brian smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking at the bottom of it.

Mr. Fry couldn't make trouble for him, and turned to a vicissitudes of life and said, "You know, I had a big conflict with your grandfather at the beginning..."

"He made me so bad that I joined the Quidditch national team. I don't want to admit your mother. He can't stand anything I do..." Mr. Fley sighed, "I was rebelling at that time, and I would go against him whatever he said."

"What?" Brian raised his eyebrows.

"Then, he asked me to protect myself at that time... I just thought that the Dark King was doing very handsome, and I joined in with it with my brain." Mr. Foley said, "A mistake will lead to eternal regret."

"So..." Brian stared at Mr. Foley seriously, and Mr. Foley was also solemn, and his body couldn't help but be straight.

"So, is your rebellious period overdone?" Brian said seriously.

"No, I just want to argue with him." Mr. Foley also said seriously.
Chapter completed!