[HP] This deer is not a deer

McGonagall returned the Firebolt/arrow to Harry, as she hadn't noticed anything wrong with the broom.Hermione and Ron finally told him that Black might have been the murderer of his parents.

Harry was acting calm, of course, just superficially, he didn't want to yell, that would make him look like a madman.

After the Quidditch match.

That night, Ron's screams woke everyone up—he saw Blake standing beside his bed with a sharp knife.

This made everyone panic, even Harry was startled and worried about it.Perhaps, Harry thought, Black had mistook Ron for him.

But soon, this worry was replaced by annoying locks.The curiosity of the people around them continued to rise after they experienced panic, especially after they knew that Black had escaped again. At least Harry was tired of Ron always talking about his experience that night to others with relish.

The next day, wherever they went, Professor Flitwick was holding a large picture of Blake and teaching everyone who guarded the front door to identify, and Filch was suddenly scurrying up and down the corridors, everything from small cracks in the walls to rat holes was covered. He threw the plank and nailed it to death.

Sir Cadogan was sacked.His portrait had been placed back on the lonely landing on the eighth floor, and the Fat Lady had returned.

In the midst of this discussion, the weekend came again, Hogwarts became cold again, and everyone went to Hogsmeade to play.This made Harry couldn't help but also sneaked out. Although the castle guards were strictly guarding him, he still ran out.

...Twenty minutes later, Harry ran back from the secret passage in a panic.

He hid the cloak in a dark corner, and Harry climbed up as fast as he could, his sweaty hands sliding along the edge of the ledge.He got inside the witch's hunchback, tapped it with his wand, stuck his head out, and then the whole thing came out, and the hunchback closed again.

As soon as he jumped out from behind the statue, he heard footsteps approaching quickly.Harry's heart skipped a beat, he turned his head, and saw Snape walking towards him with great strides and purpose!

Apparently he got a tip from someone and knew something.

Snape's black robe fluttered, and then stopped in front of him. Harry tried to look innocent, but he knew very well that his face was sweaty and his hands were still muddy, so he quickly hid them in his pockets.

"That's right. Come with me, Potter," said Snape, waving his hands and striding back as Harry tried to look normal and followed him downstairs, trying to get out of Snape's notice. Wipe your hands clean inside your robe.

They went downstairs to the keep, and then into Snape's office.

"Sit," Snape said.

Harry sat down, but Snape remained standing.

"Mr. Malfoy came to see me just now and told a fantastic story, Potter," said Snape.

Harry said nothing.

"He told me he was standing there talking to Weasley when a chunk of mud fell on the back of his head. How do you think that happened?"

Harry tried to look slightly surprised.

"I don't know, Professor." Snape looked into Harry's eyes.It's almost like trying to stare a hippogriff back.

Harry tried not to blink.

"Mr. Malfoy then saw a particular ghost appear. Can you imagine what that is, Potter?"

"No," said Harry, now trying to sound innocently curious.

"That's your head, Potter. Floating in mid-air."

Harry refrained from stiffening himself too much... although he didn't regret sneaking into Hogsmeade and beating Malfoy up, why did he bother Ron and Hermione so badly!

long silence.

"Maybe he'd better go find Madam Pomfrey," Harry said, "if he sees visions like this..."

"What is your head doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" Snape whispered. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body is allowed in Hogsmeade." Germany's permission."

"I know," said Harry, trying not to look guilty or frightened on his face, "sounds like Malfoy's seeing hallucinations..."

"Malfoy doesn't see visions," growled Snape, bending over and placing his hands on the arm of Harry's chair so that their faces were only a foot apart, "if your head In Hogsmeade, so is the rest of your body."

"I've been in Gryffindor Tower," Harry said, feeling awkward in this position, but he kept his eyes open and tried not to back away. "Head and body and—"

"Can anyone prove it?" Snape's thin lips twisted into a horrible smile, however, Harry did a strange thing, he blinked those green eyes innocently at Snape, making Snape Pu's smile got even weirder.He even made it clear to Snape, those green eyes that were guilt-free, even slightly greenish and irascible.

Snape got up quickly, straightened up in front of Harry, and growled at Harry, "Well, everyone from the Minister of Magic down has been working hard to keep the famous Harry Potter from Sirius Black. But the famous Harry Potter is the law itself. Let ordinary people worry about his safety. The famous Harry Potter goes wherever he thinks, without thinking about the consequences."

Harry remained silent, and for a moment Snape yelled at him uncomfortably, but he quickly held it back.

Snape was prodding him to tell the truth.He didn't want to say it.Snape had no proof - not yet.However, Snape's next words made Harry feel even more uncomfortable, "You are indeed very similar to your father, the same arrogance, which makes people proud and complacent, even a little talent on the Quidditch pitch makes him feel a little bit better." Thinking I'm superior, walking around with friends and admirers..."

Harry almost snarled, "Shut up!" He didn't want to, didn't want to talk to Snape again!

"I don't want you to leave with a false idea of ​​your father, Potter," said Snape, his face twisted into a horrific smile. "Have you imagined certain acts of heroic deeds? Let me correct them." Come on - your saintly daddy and his friends made a very funny joke on me, if your daddy didn't get cold feet at the last moment, I'd be dead. There's nothing he does For the brave. He saved himself and me. If their joke works, Hogwarts will expel him."

"Turn out your pockets, Potter!" he shouted suddenly.

Harry didn't move, his ears were filled with roaring.

"Turn out your pockets, or we'll go straight to the headmaster! Turn them out, Potter!" Harry shivered with fear, and slowly took out the bag of various gadgets he bought at Zuko's and the card Marauder's map.Snape picked up Zoko's bag.

"Ron gave it to me," said Harry, feeling miserable. "He - bought it in Hogsmeade last time..."

"—what's that?" Snape picked up the map.

Harry said, trying to control his emotions, "A little blank parchment."

Immediately afterwards, Harry was stunned—that strange map, lines of small characters slowly emerging—was sparing no effort in mocking Snape—

Mr. Moonface greeted Professor Snape, and begged him not to poke his unnaturally large nose out to meddle in other people's business. '

Harry closed his eyes in fear, unable to imagine how Snape would react.

Snape froze.

'...Mr. Prongs agreed with Mr. Moonface, and would like to add.That's Professor Snape being an ugly idiot.If the situation were not so serious, it would be very interesting.But there's still... Mr. Padfoot willing to express his amazement at how a fool like Snape should be a professor. '

However, Snape didn't continue to growl at him. Snape strode to the fireplace, sprinkled a handful of fluff powder and roared, "Lupin, come here immediately!"

When Lupine appeared a few minutes later, he was looking at the map with a strange, mysterious expression on his face.

—Harry couldn't see anything.

But Lupine took him away, and Harry didn't even dare to look at Snape as he left.

He walked slowly up the marble staircase with Ron, and Hermione rushed up, her lips trembling, and told them - Hagrid had lost the case and Buckbeak would be executed.However, all this does not stop time, and they still need to continue to face the final exams that are getting closer.

And, Harry had to keep in mind that on Friday night, he had to leave the castle.

In fact, it wasn't as if Harry didn't remember it, it was like - he did, there were people waiting for him there.

But this time, Harry hesitated.

… Ten minutes later, Harry walked slowly towards the Forbidden Forest.

He shouldn't have gone, the emotion was stronger than ever, and yet, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he saw Snape, and there he was... waiting for someone.

Harry couldn't help striding forward, his tail wagging slightly... he was, actually, happy.Dazed by his own joy, Harry stopped where he was.

But Snape walked up to him, and, as usual, gently pinched the tip of his ear—

At that moment... Harry was even, a little happy.

...Actually, there is nothing wrong with it.

Why, this man.

He was so mean and annoying, but Harry didn't want to think about it.

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It wasn't until June, when the days became sultry and cloudless, that Harry suddenly realized that his Secret Friday had been going on for so long, if it wasn't for Harry, he would still be closely watched and deducted points in Potions class. It's almost an illusion.

Although, Snape doesn't talk to him very much, maybe Snape doesn't like talking to a deer, Harry was thinking, he was bored in the library looking out the window, and he would rather take a few pints with him Chilled pumpkin juice to pounce on the grass, maybe a casual game of pebbles or watching giant squid dreamily march across the lake.

But they can't do that.Exams were approaching, and instead of lounging outdoors, students had to stay inside the castle, forcing their brains to work hard, tempted by the summer wind blowing in from the windows.

Even Fred and George are working hard, they are about to participate in the 0. w． Ls (Common Wizarding Level) exam.Percy is preparing to pass N. E． w． Ts (The Ultimate Wizarding Test), which is the highest degree Hogwarts can offer.

Dumbledore told Harry that he would help him suppress the curse in his body during the two months of summer vacation, but Dumbledore still told him worriedly that it would take him longer to unravel the curse, But Harry thought it didn't matter, as long as he didn't turn into a deer on Privet Drive, otherwise he couldn't imagine that he would turn into a deer at the Dursleys' house, and then he would be driven out to sleep on the streets.

In the afternoon, Harry also had a divination class.

When it was time for the end of get out of class, Harry couldn't wait to leave, but Trelawney grabbed him and kept asking, until Harry tried to perfunctory her for the last time, she seemed to give up completely disappointed, and Harry quickly Stand up, pick up your schoolbag and turn to go——

"It's going to happen tonight."

The voice was eerie, loud and hoarse, startling Harry, who quickly turned around and asked, "W-what?"

But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear, and his eyes began to roll.Harry stood there in panic.She looked as if something had happened, he was frozen in the armchair, his eyes wandered, his jaw drooped... She spoke again, her voice hoarse and hollow.

"The Dark Lord lies alone, friendless and abandoned by his fellows. For twelve years his servant has been chained. Tonight, before midnight, the servant will break free from his chains and set out in search of his master. The Dark Lord will Rising again with the help of a servant, stronger and more terrifying than ever. Tonight—before midnight—the servant—will begin—to find—his master again—"

Professor Trelawney let out a snort as her head dropped to her chest, and then suddenly, her head snapped back up again.

"Sorry, dear child," she said dreamily, "it's too hot in the day, you know—I fell asleep for a while..."

Still standing there, Harry stammered a few words to her.

But Trelawney couldn't remember what she said at all!

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—Sirius Black, not a murderer.