"No, Filch, it's not what you think!"
Harry panicked.
At that moment, he was covered in yellow mud.
It was impossible to explain, no matter what!
The Hogwarts students already suspected him because of Parseltongue, and now Filch had caught him again.
One time could be a coincidence, but twice, and with Slytherin's signature Parseltongue.
You were saying you weren't the heir? Who would believe that!
Filch did the same, ignoring everything Harry said.
He turned around and called Professor McGonagall, who was the closest to him.
Professor McGonagall looked more tense than ever before.
So much so that her arms trembled slightly when she walked!
"Professor! I swear I didn't do it!"
Harry's expression was complicated.
Now that things had come to this, he wasn't sure how Professor McGonagall would treat him.
Professor McGonagall didn't kill Harry outright like Filch wanted to.
She sighed.
"This matter is beyond my ability to handle."
"Come with me. I'll take you to see Headmaster Dumbledore."
...
Dumbledore originally wanted to keep it a secret for Harry.
But Filch had already decided that his Mrs. Norris was the victim of Harry's attack.
Not to mention that Harry and Ron even tried to frame his most respected Mr. Grindelwald!
Thanks to him.
The next morning.
News of Justin's attack spread like wildfire throughout Hogwarts.
As soon as Argus entered the Great Hall of Hogwarts, he heard the Weasley twins, one on each of Harry's shoulders, joking around.
"Hey, our evil dark wizard, the heir of Slytherin, has arrived!"
"Be careful, everyone. Don't let the dark wizard target you!"
Although Argus knew they were joking and trying to mitigate the impact of the incident on Harry.
But given Harry's current state, he clearly wasn't in the mood to joke around with them.
Just as Argus was pondering what to eat for breakfast, Snape's voice rang out from behind him.
"Starting today, continue to come over every afternoon to process potions."
After saying that, without waiting for Argus's reply, he turned and walked towards his office.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding Slytherin members all looked at Argus with sympathetic eyes.
"Argus, when did you upset the dean again?"
"Should I ask my dad to plead for you?"
Draco whispered something in his ear.
For them, being summoned to Snape's office to handle potions was a rather severe punishment.
"I didn't offend him. Didn't I already handle things for him for a year last year?"
"I guess he felt that I found it quite convenient to use." Argus shrugged, not thinking anything of it.
The opportunity to be placed outside and closely follow a potion master to learn from was something many people would kill for.
Although this master was a bit sharp-tongued, after a year of torment, Argus had long since gotten used to it.
It was afternoon.
Argus knocked on the door and walked into Snape's office, just like last year.
Snape was brewing a potion.
The crucible made a bubbling sound.
Argus made no sound, and seeing the scattered Bubotubers on the ground, he silently picked up the dragon skin gloves beside him.
Sitting to the side, he squeezed out the pus.
"Apply pressure gradually from below. Don't try to squeeze the abscess directly."
"It makes it easy for the pus inside to spray out."
"I don't have time to take you to the school clinic!"
"Understood, Dean." Argus gently squeezed the slug-like root beneath the Bubotuber, following Snape's instructions.
Pfft!
Pus spurted out and landed in the wooden bucket beside him.
By the time everything was finished, it was almost dinnertime.
"Dean, it's all done."
Argus took off his dragon-skin gloves and placed them on the table beside him.
Snape walked up, glanced at it briefly, and nodded to indicate that he was fairly satisfied.
He pulled a bottle of potion from the hole in the table and threw it at Argus.
Argus didn't react for a moment, until he met Snape's cold gaze and then he understood.
Understood!
This was payment for dealing with Harry last time!
It was a pity. If he had known there would be a reward, he would have been even more ruthless.
Maybe they could get their hands on Snape's Half-Blood Prince notebook!
Argus was truly envious of the Half-Blood Prince's notebook from the original novel, Snape's.
Not only did it possess the amazing stealth attack technique, Sectumsempra, but it also contained genuine insights from a master potion maker.
Even someone of Harry's skill level could use it to create a series of complex potions, let alone others!
If this were a pure-blooded family, it would definitely be considered a sign of deep-rooted heritage!
Leaving Snape's office, Argus took out the potion Snape had given him and shook it up and down.
The transparent liquid shimmered with a peculiar light under the firelight.
"High-quality Felix Felicis!"
"You probably couldn't even buy this anywhere else!"
Argus had tried Felix Felicis during his final battle with Voldemort last year.
It might seem useless, but it had an impact everywhere.
Stones falling from above, dust kicked up by the battle.
It always influenced Voldemort's spells in various inconspicuous ways.
In the original story, D.A. even took a small sip before each battle, causing all the spells aimed at them to deflect slightly.
More importantly, Felix Felicis could enhance a person's ability to control their emotions, allowing the user to avoid being controlled by their emotions and enter a state of extreme calm.
It ensured that users could make accurate judgments in any situation.
"Everyone knows I went to Snape's office this afternoon, and if I show up at the cafeteria, that should be enough to establish my presence."
Argus walked into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and after having dinner, returned to his dormitory.
Taking advantage of the quiet of the night, he took out the Marauder's Map.
Using the secret passage, he quietly arrived at Hogsmeade Village.
A phantom shift.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside the gates of Acolytes Manor.
Squeak!
Argus pushed open the door, and Vinda was already waiting in the living room.
A large pile of files was laid out on the desktop.
"Aunt Vinda, I won't be staying here for long this time. I have to leave before dawn."
So, to make a long story short...
"Something has happened at Hogwarts; several students have been petrified."
"But Dumbledore did not take any countermeasures, and did not even intend to announce it to the British wizards."
"This is a good opportunity for us to damage his reputation."
"Leave the message to Fudge?" Vinda reacted quickly, immediately guessing what Argus was thinking.
"That's right. As long as we pass the message on to him, he will handle it himself without us having to do anything."
"Won't this arouse Dumbledore's suspicion?"
"No, this is practically public knowledge at Hogwarts. Who knows if some young wizard told their parents in a letter?" Argus shook his head.
"Dumbledore can't possibly check each student's mail, can he?"
"As for Lucius, I already reminded him last time."
"I reckon they'll be much smarter this time."
"Understood." Vinda nodded.
"It's getting late. I've prepared some late-night snacks for you. Would you like some?"
"Um... no need, I'm not very hungry..."
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