An angry woman is terrifying

In a competition, some people are happy, while others are sad.

The match is over, and Slytherin has suffered a crushing defeat to their arch-rivals Gryffindor by a score of 60 to 170.

Harry Potter not only escaped being thrown off his flying broomstick, but also caught the Golden Snitch, becoming a hero to the lion cubs.

This once again vividly illustrates what it means for a boy to survive a great calamity.

Severus Snape must have been distraught. His student lost the game, and he himself was plagued by misfortune, being bitten by a dog, burned, and burdened with a heavy accusation.

That's right, Harry focused his suspicions on Snape, believing that the Potions Professor had released the troll and that the Potions Professor wanted to kill him during the tournament.

It's not fair to blame Harry for assigning blame to Snape randomly; everything is traceable.

Since the start of the school year, Snape's targeting of Harry has never stopped, as if Harry had jumped into a well with the Potions Professor's shampoo in his arms.

Just a few days ago, Snape confiscated Harry's "Quidditch Origins," which led the Gryffindor Seeker to inadvertently discover that Snape had injured his leg.

The events were all interconnected, and the naive Harry firmly believed that Snape was the mastermind behind it all.

Despite Rupert Hagrid's earnest advice, Harry Potter, the stubborn one, remained relentlessly persistent.

On the other side, Quirinus Quirrell should be very happy. Although his curse failed, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still smug and had no idea how foolish his reckless behavior was.

Quirrell was still dreaming, imagining the day of his success when he would gain unparalleled glory and be second only to the emperor.

In any case, Quirrell could never have imagined that in Belvina's eyes he was merely an experience point for the Savior, a test Dumbledore was giving the Savior.

After the match, the Gryffindor students returned to the castle singing songs of victory, while the Slytherin students were dejected, their usual arrogance completely gone.

The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students were discussing Harry's brilliant performance and who exactly wanted to hurt him. The students couldn't understand such a foolish act.

Belvina Black had already returned to the warm lounge and was curled up lazily on the sofa like a sleepy cat.

Basilda Bablin took off her bright red cloak, and Little Red Riding Hood disappeared, replaced by a black ladylike dress.

"Don't bother, Paul," Bassheda said like the hostess of the room. "Once Belvina recovers from her sluggish mode, she'll be in charge of our afternoon tea. I don't want to become your alchemy experiment subject."

"I'm not one of those crazy scholars in the Department of Mysteries; I have no interest in human experimentation," Paul Bernard said. "Although I have indeed been invited to join the Department of Mysteries."

Belvina lazily raised her eyelids and spoke listlessly, "So what are you researching alchemical dolls for?"

As she spoke, Belvina's bright and captivating eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and a lewd smile that shouldn't have appeared appeared on her inherited handsome face.

Bassheda, who understood immediately, looked at Paul, her expressive eyes seeming to say: You little rascal, you're pretty good at this!

Paul Bernard, a research-oriented talent, knew nothing about driving or being an unlicensed driver; he only knew that he was no match for the inquisitive gazes of Belvina and Bassheda.

"It's not what you think!" Paul Bernard, who couldn't quite explain himself, explained. "I research dolls for the safety of wizards. You know the Gringotts anti-curse officers, right?"

The more he explained, the more he tried to cover it up. Belvina and Bassheda seemed not to hear Paul's question, their eyes still fixed on him without blinking.

"Being a Gringotts curse breaker is a highly dangerous job. Those who take on this role not only face potential curses from ancient tombs and treasure troves, but also monsters that have lived for countless years!"

Paul continued explaining, "I studied alchemical dolls in order to reduce the casualties of those who break spells, so that the dolls could take their place in dangerous positions."

"No wonder those dolls all look like men... Ah!"

Belvina suddenly covered her mouth, as if she had discovered something extraordinary. Her lewd gaze changed to "I see" and "That's how it is."

"Stop your filthy thoughts and cleanse your filthy soul, Belvina!" Paul was so anxious he was about to jump up and down. He finally understood why Snape had such a grudge against Belvina; she was infuriating.

"Believe me, you're going to get a really bad beating from the exorcists," Bassheda said earnestly, no longer joking. "If your alchemical doll actually succeeds and replaces one of the exorcists, they won't let you off the hook."

Belvina also put away her lewd expression and said seriously, "Paul, the Ministry of Magic has discussed whether to extend the time young wizards spend being educated at Hogwarts."

As the former Ministry of Magic official spoke, she stood up, just as Bassheda had said, that once Belvina was out of energy-saving mode, she would prepare afternoon tea.

Feeding is also a pleasure, especially feeding someone like Bassheda who isn't a picky eater; it gives you a great sense of accomplishment.

"You know, many adult wizards don't even know how to use 'Iron Armor' properly, let alone students still in school," Belvina continued. "Extending the length of their education can improve students' magical abilities, at least giving them some self-defense capabilities when facing dark wizards."

Belvina continued talking while her hands never stopped moving.

A three-tiered dessert stand filled with pastries, a large pot of steaming milk tea, gleaming silver utensils, and of course, relaxing and melodious classical music.

"On the other hand, raising the graduation age could also salvage the abysmal employment rate in the wizarding community," Belvina continued. "Although the new bill failed to pass, you know..."

The education period at Hogwarts is seven years. As I said before, this is the established rule, and anyone who dares to change it will lose their head!

As she spoke, Belvina started acting strangely again. She lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "Instead of being beaten to death by an unemployed curse-breaker, why not try a different approach? If you need investment, I can help you, and we'll split the profits fifty-fifty!"

"I refuse!"

Paul Bernard sat down angrily, chewing his tea and snacks viciously; his alchemical experiments weren't for this kind of thing!

The medical device giant of the future wizarding society died in its infancy before it could even set sail.

"By the way, did Quirrell ever contact you again?" Bassheda asked, holding a steaming cup of black tea. "I really didn't expect him to dare to contact you. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't contact anyone or tell anyone."

"Not at the moment. He and I are having a contest to see who has more patience," Belvina said nonchalantly. "Anyway, I don't feel any pressure at all. Even if Dumbledore were watching me 24 hours a day, I wouldn't be afraid."

A person with a clear conscience has nothing to fear. Belvina hadn't done anything wrong, so she had no reason to be afraid.

But Quirrell was different. He put the troll into the castle, threatening the safety of the students. He went too far!

"Like I said, with Dumbledore around, we don't need to worry too much," Belvina continued. "If he can't even handle Quirrell, I might as well challenge for the headmaster's seat. Do you think the headmaster of Hogwarts will get a nice house after he retires?"

I don't know about housing allocation, but I hope you won't become the second unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts' history.

As for Hogwarts' most unpopular headmaster, let's leave that title to Phineas Nigellus Black.

Bassheda put down her teacup and continued, "Remember what I told you about my discovery during my night patrol? It was about the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"Of course, you said you smelled something strange and heard a dog barking," Belvina said. "I went to check on patrol at night, and there was a three-headed dog there."

Being a professor is convenient; Basilda can wander around the fourth-floor corridor during her night patrols, and Belvina can also use her night patrols as an excuse to secretly watch Cerberus.

They don't need to live with the same anxiety as students; their only worry is whether they'll get bitten by a dog.

In Greek mythology, Cerberus was the three-headed dog that guarded the entrance to the underworld.

In wizarding society, the Cerberus is an extremely rare magical creature, known for its enormous size, immense strength, and ferocious attitude towards intruders.

However, Cerberus and magical creatures share a common and fatal flaw: they can fall asleep peacefully under the influence of music.

"Of course I know there's a three-headed dog there, and I also know that the owner of that three-headed dog is Hagrid, whom we all know very well."

Bassheda picked up her teacup and slammed it down on the coffee table. She exclaimed, "What does this mean?! It means Hagrid knew the secret in the fourth-floor corridor and protected it, while the three of us knew nothing! That's not fair!"

Ancient Runewen Sweetheart was very angry. She felt that they were being treated differently by Dumbledore, and she was heartbroken!

"So, what are you planning to do? Kill that three-headed dog and make soup?"

"No, I'm going to kill Professor Dumbledore and make soup with him!"

Angry women are indeed terrifying.