Morris followed the crowd of onlookers all the way to the entrance of the Great Hall.
Sirius and Snape were indeed there.
But there was no battle scene as expected; the two simply stared at each other coldly, as if in a standoff.
Besides, Harry was being protected by Sirius.
Does this even have anything to do with Harry Potter?
Morris was somewhat surprised.
At that moment, as if he had made up his mind, Harry suddenly shouted, " Snape has a mark on his arm, it's the Dark Mark, I've seen it, I've seen it! I'm sure of it!"
This statement immediately sparked a buzz of discussion among the onlookers.
Dark Mark!
The Death Eaters riots during the Quidditch World Cup in the summer were reported in detail by the Daily Prophet.
Therefore, the term "Dark Mark" was familiar to most people present.
"Is that so?" Snape's expression remained unchanged as he coldly replied, "This is none of your business, Potter. And you, Sirius Black, I won't hurt my students, nor will I hurt you. What are you afraid of?"
Sirius glared angrily.
"Don't change the subject," he took a step forward, "Let me see your arm, Snape."
"I have no obligation to do this," Snape said calmly. "nor do you have the right to order me around."
"You're just covering it up!" Harry's tone was incredibly sharp.
Sirius was about to say something more when Snape spoke up again.
"Since you insist," he raised his left hand and slowly pulled open the sleeve of his black robe, revealing the pale inside of his arm to everyone.
There was nothing there.
Harry stared incredulously at Snape's arm. "No way! I just saw it!"
However, the facts were already laid bare before him.
"Did you see clearly?" Snape lowered his sleeves, tucking his arms back into his black robes, his voice remaining calm.
"You hid it?" Sirius asked seriously.
He naturally believed Harry's words.
Snape scoffed, glanced at the crowd, and said, " Gryffindor loses fifty points for slandering the professor. Hopefully, this will teach our great the Chosen One a lesson."
After saying that, he turned and left, quickly disappearing from the scene.
An uproar erupted in the crowd.
In particular, the Gryffindor students had fifty points deducted from their house score.
Several senior Gryffindor looked ashen-faced, their gazes sharp as knives as they stared in the direction Snape had disappeared.
The Slytherin students, on the other hand, looked quite smug.
Soon after the conflict ended, Sirius took Harry and left.
The surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.
Kyle looked at Morris beside him with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's going on?"
Morris shrugged.
How did he know?
Unfortunately, he didn't see the battle scene he had envisioned.
The next morning, Morris encountered Harry, Harry, and their friends in the courtyard.
They were standing under a big tree, discussing something.
Morris walked over and asked bluntly, " Harry, what happened yesterday?"
He was still somewhat curious about this matter.
Harry looked up, saw it was Morris, and his expression relaxed slightly.
He sighed, leaned against the tree, and began to explain the situation.
"Yesterday at noon, I saw Snape acting suspiciously with Karkaroff. After they separated, I followed Snape. When he rolled up his sleeve, I could see clearly that there was definitely a Dark Mark there."
Morris nodded. "That's normal. After all, Snape used to be a Death Eaters. That stuff can't be erased."
" Snape was Death Eaters?" Hermione asked in surprise. "How did you know?"
"Rumors," Morris said.
He had heard about this from Ravenclaw students a long time ago, but there had never been any concrete evidence.
"Since you know," Hermione's voice rose slightly, her eyes filled with confusion, "Then why did you still get so close to Snape?"
Snape highly valued Morris's Potions abilities—this was common knowledge throughout the school.
"Because I want to learn from him," Morris said, "And he's the only Potions Class professor at the school."
Although Snape was harsh in his speech and sometimes treated him like a laborer, it is undeniable that Snape did help him a lot.
To him, that was a professor who was barely passable.
If Snape and Sirius were to fight, whose side should Snape take?
Hmm... why are they fighting?
Let's just watch the show.
Morris was lost in his own thoughts when Harry continued, " Snape spotted me around that time. He approached me, as if to cast a spell. Luckily, Sirius came to my rescue, and you all know what happened next."
He scratched his head, his tone becoming irritated, "How did he manage to hide that mark?"
"There are many ways," Morris replied casually, "Like covering it with something that's about the same color as your skin, it's that simple, isn't it?"
Harry seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowing even more deeply. "Then what does the Dark Mark mean? Is Voldemort about to rise again?"
Ron was horrified, "Don't say that name!"
Morris ignored him and said calmly, "Very likely."
Voldemort possesses Horcrux, so it wouldn't be surprising if he were resurrected at any time.
Harry sighed again. "Anyway, Sirius has already told Dumbledore about it. I really hope Professor Dumbledore will fire Snape."
Morris felt that the chances of Snape being fired were almost zero.
The conflict between Snape and Sirius undoubtedly sparked a great deal of discussion.
As it turns out, rumors can become outrageous in just one night.
By the time the news reached Morris's ears, it was already the following: Harry was delusional, falsely accusing Snape of trying to harm him, and therefore lost fifty points. Sirius was furious and fought Snape for three hundred rounds at the entrance to the Great Hall, breaking two pillars in the foyer.
It's very inexplicable.
To this day, Morris still doesn't know where the story of "breaking two of the pillars in the front hall" came from.
Of course, this has nothing to do with him.
It's almost the end of March.
It was a sunny Saturday morning.
Black Lake, a strange black cat quietly appeared.
The black cat walked on two legs, wore a well-fitting, shimmering blue robe, a top hat, and carried an exquisite cane.
Its eyes were half-closed, and its face was full of smugness and composure.
That's right, this strange cat is Guantou.
At this moment, it is surveying its territory.
"Meow?"
A meow came from the side, and Guantou turned its head to look, only to find that it was its little cat brother, Crookshanks.
A large, ginger-colored cat was perched on a rock, tilting its head and looking at it with a puzzled expression.
Guantou stopped and straightened its robe.
Maintain elegance.