Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

“Ron, you’re here too. I remember you were sorted into Gryffindor?” Dumbledore blinked, but his words startled Ron.

Good heavens, Ron was suddenly asked this question by someone who graduated from Gryffindor, served as the headmaster of Gryffindor, and is now the headmaster of Hogwarts.

In Ron's eyes, it was no different from accusing him of being a "traitor" to Gryffindor.

The guys were sweating bullets, but even so, they didn't betray Harry.

"Well... since we've just met, I was worried that Isaac wouldn't be able to adjust to Hogwarts, so I came to visit him."

Upon hearing this, Ron almost slapped himself.

Harry said that Isaac has been living at Hogwarts for over a month, so what could he possibly be having trouble adjusting to?

All I can say is that Ron is truly loyal, but his mouth really does move faster than his brain.

Chapter 76 That damn Potter is still provoking me.

Hogwarts, the dungeons.

Harry was lucky; despite it being his first day at Hogwarts, he encountered a kind ghost.

The ghost didn't mind the young wizard wandering around Hogwarts at night.

They even thoughtfully pointed Harry in the right direction.

A Gryffindor going to see the Head of Slytherin in the middle of the night—Hogwarts has been around for over a thousand years, and such a scene is truly unprecedented.

Harry was completely unaware that in the corridor he was walking down, ghostly heads were peeking out and then retracting from the ceiling.

Dungeons are inherently eerie places, especially since Snape himself wasn't exactly a cheerful and outgoing young man.

Following Isaac's instructions and the ghosts' directions, Harry successfully arrived at the office next to the Potions professor.

That is, Snape's office.

dong dong dong.

Harry knocked on the door and, after receiving permission from Professor Snape, pushed it open and entered the office.

When he entered Snape's office, he found the walls dark and the shelves along the walls filled with large glass jars containing all sorts of disgusting things.

Harry didn't want to know their names at that moment.

The office fireplace was empty and dark.

"Hello, Professor Snape, I am Harry Potter from Gryffindor House." The atmosphere in the office made Harry feel nervous.

The expressionless Snape in front of him made him doubt whether he had made a mistake in taking on this task.

“Potter.” Snape stared intently at the first-year wizard before him.

The Potions Master still couldn't understand why Harry, a freshman from Gryffindor, had come to him at this time.

Harry's appearance was so sudden that Snape was caught off guard and saw Harry's eyes, which were exactly the same as his mother's.

Those were the same bright green eyes as Lily Evans'.

Of course, Snape was also caught off guard when he saw Harry's face, which, apart from his bright green eyes, was exactly the same as James Potter's.

After a brief period of hesitation, malice came rushing in.

“Mr. Potter, according to the rules, you should be resting in your dormitory at this time.”

Perhaps I should praise your Gryffindor-like courage?

For your courage, Gryffindor will lose 10 points.

Harry's eyes widened instantly.

No, I haven't even said anything yet, and they've already deducted ten points from my score?

Is this reasonable?

Does this seem right?

“Professor Snape, you can’t do this! I’ve come to you for a reason!” Harry retorted loudly, looking just like his father.

Snape's eyes gradually became vacant.

"Oh?

So, Mr. Savior, do you have Dumbledore's approval or Professor McGonagall's warrant?

Take them out. As long as you can take them out, the ten points you lost will be added back.

But if you can't produce it, you'll lose another 5 points for talking back to the professor.

Dumbledore's approval note? Professor McGonagall's order?

Don't be ridiculous, Harry can't produce a single one. He had already realized the deep malice Snape harbored towards him.

He knew perfectly well that if he said he didn't have those two items, he would definitely lose those 5 points.

Harry, not wanting to get entangled with Snape any longer, quickly explained his purpose.

"Professor Snape, sir... that is, Isaac, would like you to bring the Truth Potion to the Headmaster's office!"

He and Ron have already gone there!

"What are you saying, Potter!" Snape's eyes remained vacant, but his tone grew increasingly harsh.

Do you know what truth serum is?

When the word "truth serum" came out of Harry's mouth, Snape instinctively felt a jolt in his brain.

Damn it, does Potter even know what he's saying?

That's because of him. If the Ministry of Magic heard this outside of school, this kid would be the first one arrested.

Lily is such a smart person. James Potter may be a jerk, but he's not an idiot either.

Moreover, James Porter was the leader of their little gang.

And what about Harry Potter?

Not only did he become a "sidekick" for that kid named Isaac Valdore, but he also did whatever the kid asked him to do.

Asking the Potions professor for a Truth Potion—it's amazing that Waldorley dared to think that way, and that Potter dared to do it.

Snape knew Isaac Waldore too.

This kid has a close relationship with Dumbledore. Of all the faculty and staff at Hogwarts, how many can ride a phoenix?

He also had an ambiguous relationship with those European saints...

How could a Potions Master like him not know what kind of person Venda Rozier is?

Snape couldn't understand why Dumbledore would so easily hand Harry Potter over to that Waldorley.

Are we just going to throw away all these years of planning?

Looking at Harry's face, which was filled with the expression of "I don't know what it is, but I want it anyway," Snape's mind went blank.

At this moment, he even somewhat accepted that Harry could be unlike Lily, or even just like James Potter.

Even someone like James Porter would work.

"Do you know that Truth Potion is a Class A banned substance strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic?"

It can break through the psychological defenses of most wizards, forcing the drinker to reveal their deepest, true thoughts.

"Only the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Chief Judge of Wizengamo have the authority to approve its use."

Moreover, truth serum can only be used to judge the most serious magical crimes.

Anyone who concocts, possesses, or uses truth serum without authorization will be sentenced to imprisonment in Azkaban.

"Are you planning to send me to Azkaban?"

“This…” Harry suddenly understood Snape’s anger.

If unauthorized preparation and possession of such substances would land one in Azkaban, then what he did was indeed not very ethical.

But Isaac specifically asked for this thing...

Harry suddenly remembered the "credential" that Isaac had told him before he left.

“You’re right, Professor Snape. I was indeed unaware that the preparation, possession, and use of truth serum were illegal.”

But Isaac told me that if I just said 'wormtail' to you, you would understand what he meant.

In the blink of an eye, Snape appeared before Harry like a giant black bat.

His eyes were no longer empty, but filled with hatred and doubt.

There was even a hint of disbelief in his voice—of course, Harry couldn't see any of that; he was simply startled by Snape's actions.

“Wormtail?! What else did Waldorley say?!” Snape stared intently into Harry’s bright green eyes.

He was a very shrewd man; taking advantage of his anger, he openly admired the eyes of his old friend.

Harry winced as Snape gripped him, but he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, saying, "No, Professor, Isaac only told me about Wormtail."

However, he caught Ron's rat, Scabbers, though no one knows why.