A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 212 Worry and Guess

When Felix came out of the headmaster's office, he was still thinking about Dumbledore's last advice to him: never try to play people's hearts.

He shook his head, ready to see Hagrid's big dog, that guy should be back to five or six feet tall, right?
the other side.

In the Gryffindor common room, many people were still discussing what happened just now. Before their eyes, Professor McGonagall took a scary-looking old woman and dragged Neville Longbottom away up.

Judging from the helpless expression on his Xiaoyuan's face, it seemed that he was about to go to the execution ground.

"That's Neville's grandmother, I met during the holidays," Harry introduced. "She was very strict with Neville."

Hermione said softly, "Professor Haip should have persuaded her, so she came to take Neville to buy a new wand."

The three of them knew about Professor Hemp's suggestion that Neville change his wand, and they accompanied Neville to send the professor's letter together.

Ron pointed out sharply: "He should have changed it a long time ago. You don't know how good the effect is after I changed my new wand! But speaking of it, Neville's grandmother looks very strong, why don't you see his parents coming?" ?”

Harry said: "It may have been killed by Death Eaters. At that time, Neville's grandmother mentioned it, saying that Neville's parents were tortured by Death Eaters and never leaked information."

"Death Eaters..." Ron said disgustedly, "what a heinous bunch."

"Yeah," said Harry sullenly, "like that Sirius Black."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. Harry had been acting out of sorts since Thursday night.

Ron said: "Harry, my letter has been sent, but my father hasn't replied yet."

"Well, thanks." Harry replied weakly.

Hermione checked the time, "Sorry, I'm going out for a while." She left in a hurry, came back about seven or eight minutes later, yawned and looked around, passing their seats twice.

Ron said dissatisfiedly: "Hermione, I thought you were transformed by Neville, and your memory is much worse all of a sudden."

"What? Oh, I was just thinking about something. We talked about Thursday night's intelligence, Harry, let's go over it again. Honestly, I don't know what's bothering you."

Harry said dejectedly: "I used to wonder why Snape hated me so much...Ten days ago I thought it was because he and my father were sworn enemies in school, and in a blink of an eye I found that my mother was also involved .”

Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, and Ron said, "You're the one who got into a corner, Harry. It's easy to understand when you think about it. Snape and your mother are neighbors, and they have a certain friendship. He may even have a crush on you." Your mother. But the two separated after sorting. As for your father and Snape, that's another story."

He finally concluded: "It's actually two people Snape knew, one is a neighbor and the other is a deadly enemy, but they happen to be your parents respectively."

Harry said: "I always feel weird, I never thought I could have something to do with Snape."

"It's just old friendships and feuds, come to think of it, Harry," said Ron, "I could be related to any Death Eater if I wanted to, I mean the pure blood... God is entangled with this, I'm afraid I'm going to die of anger." He made a vomiting expression.

"But, according to what you said, if Snape liked my mother," Harry couldn't help shuddering, as if he was covered in slimy Flobberworms, "why didn't the two of them get together later?" ?”

Ron said doubtfully, "Is there any connection? Don't you expect Snape to be—"

Harry covered his mouth angrily, and Ron laughed and said, "Is it still boring? Let your imagination run wild."

Harry said angrily: "If you say such things again, I will stuff Uncle Vernon's stinky socks into your mouth while you are sleeping at night." Afterwards, he muttered for a long time, thinking about how to explain the awkwardness in his heart , and finally gave up completely, "I just can't get enough energy!"

Hermione was thinking on the sidelines: "Harry, I think your worries are completely unnecessary. It is impossible for the two of them to get together."

"Why?" asked Harry urgently, who had been haunted by this eerie feeling for the past few days, even more than he hated Sirius Black, and he couldn't wait for more proof.

"Because of the war." Hermione said, "Don't forget the background at that time, that was the era when the mysterious people were the most rampant, and Slytherin College was equivalent to the Death Eaters' boot camp at that time."

"So?" Ron asked interestedly, taking out a packet of marshmallows and handing them to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "Didn't you think about the faction issue? You really thought it was just playing tricks? According to the concept of the mysterious man, Harry's mother was born as a Muggle, the lowest existence, and she naturally stood on the side of the mysterious man." The opposite of that. And Snape...is he pure-blood or half-blood?" She looked at Ron and asked uncertainly.

Ron recalled carefully, "I don't remember the Snape family, maybe he inherited his father's surname?"

"Then it's supposed to be half-blood," said Hermione, "but anyway, he's on the side of You-Know-Who—"

Harry said rationally: "He didn't. If he was a Death Eater, he couldn't escape Dumbledore's sight."

"Well," Hermione revised her words: "According to Professor Lupine, Snape at least partly agrees with You-Know-Who's ideas, doesn't he? Come to think of it, Harry, how could they be together? Their circle These are two opposing camps!"

Harry suddenly realized that the problem that was bothering him was solved.They soon began a heated discussion about how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.

"The only thing that can fight dementors at the moment is the Patronus Charm, but he can't hold a wand," Hermione said.

Ron guessed, "Maybe it's some kind of profound black magic, which was taught to him by the mysterious man?"

Hermione thought of the stack of black magic books in Professor Haipu's thinking cabin, and decided to ask Professor Haipu privately if he knew. "By the way, Harry, do you keep that looking glass with you all the time?"

"Yeah," Harry said, pulling a golden looking glass the size of a walnut from his pocket, "it looks like it's broken and never changed."

Ron hurriedly said: "Don't do it, if it really changes, then we will be miserable."

Several people were doing their homework in the lounge, and Wood came to Harry once and told him the latest Quidditch training plan.Wood pulled Harry aside mysteriously, talking happily.

When Harry returned, Ron couldn't help but ask, "He looks happy?"

"That's right," Harry carefully sandwiched the parchment full of training plans in the book, "According to him, the troll captain in Slytherin is likely to be detained by the professor, and he is ready to pay attention to this at any time." a little."

After almost an hour, Neville came back with no obvious expression on his face.

"Neville, this way!" Harry waved at him. "How about the new wand?"

Neville muttered, "It's okay." He took out two old and new wands from his pocket, but otherwise, they were surprisingly similar.

Hermione carefully distinguished, "Cherry wood, needless to say, the core of the wand is made of unicorn hair, as for the size..." She compared it, "Thirteen inches. Isn't that right?"

Neville looked at her in surprise.

Hermione said happily, "I spent a lot of time studying wands last school year."

(End of this chapter)