[HP] This deer is not a deer

"One week's confinement, Potter will be in your hands, Filch," Snape interrupted Filch's babbling nonsense, staring at Harry with displeasure, and said with disgust, "but I want Wait until his game is over." After speaking, he didn't wait for Filch's reaction, and left Filch's office with a big stride.

Harry looked up, watching Snape completely disappear in front of him, completely dejected.

"Impolite guy!... Well, he's a professor, what can I do with him, well, well, let me see..." Filch cursed a few words, turned his eyes and stared at Harry, with a cracked smile on his face, which made the wrinkles on his face pile up, looking like a wrinkled chrysanthemum, "Haha, Harry Potter, I knew it, last time and last time Last time too! Those goddamn footprints left in the hallway! And casting spells in the hallway, that statue I'm sure you broke!"

"No...that's Malfoy." Harry protested through gritted teeth.

"I know you're all going to shirk something, but it's obviously you who did it! And you also want to slander Professor Snape's students in vain, look at your virtues... ignorant punks, rotten people!  … . . . " Filch nearly spat in his face.

It was really a stupid decision to explain to Filch.

Harry shut up, he lowered his head and resolutely ignored Filch until he was scolded viciously for half an hour before Filch was satisfied to drive him out, but at this time Snape was not here anymore, haha Leigh rubbed his face in annoyance, and went back to Gryffindor Tower alone in a little frustration...

Walking into the lounge, Harry suddenly remembered an important thing!In the corridor, quite a few people saw him and Snape... well, Harry thought uncertainly, maybe no one saw him kiss Snape?

Immediately, he became discouraged, and simply stopped thinking about it, anyway, he did it all!

Not long after, Fred and George, who fled back to the lounge, surrounded them.

"How is it?" Fred asked secretly, pulling Harry into a corner.

"I don't know, well, speaking of it, he deducted... fifty, sixty, no, eighty points?" Harry hesitated to recall, muttering, "I'm going to be screwed..."

"It's not your fault." George reassured him, "It's okay, everyone will forget about it after a while, and no one will find out how those points disappeared, right? We won't tell."

"Maybe." Harry was listless, having lost all his Gryffindor points.

"Harry! What are you doing!" Hermione called to him, waving her hand from a distance, "Come here!"

"Look, they're looking for me." Harry tried to look normal, and patted the two who were trying to comfort him, "I'm leaving first."

Harry tried hard not to think about Snape, and he didn't want to let the fact that Gryffindor's hourglass was completely bottomed out, and he hoped that he would be lucky enough to find the magic that he could use in the second game...but very soon Obviously things are still not going well.

It wasn't until before going to bed, when he was lying on the bed exhausted, and the lights in the dormitory were completely extinguished, that Harry realized that he should whisper to Ron and Hermione, but he didn't do that at all, and Hermione will meet tomorrow Kill him... With such dazed thoughts, Harry fell into a drowsy sleep.

On the second day, as expected, someone soon noticed that Gryffindor's score had dropped by a large amount.

Hermione walked up to them in a huff and almost screamed and slapped the table, "I can't believe it!! Who the hell?! Overnight! The hourglass bottomed out!! Our scores are going to bottom out- oh my god Ah, do you know? Irreversible! No, I must go to Professor McGonagall to find out, it is impossible... Do you know how difficult it is for me to get those scores back?!"

She glared at Harry, which made Harry feel guilty for a moment. Hermione didn't know that he lost those points, and if it was said, the whole of Gryffindor would not forgive him.

"Sorry... I—" Harry tried to whisper the truth.

Hermione's eyes widened and she screamed, "Don't you tell me, it's—uh!" Harry covered his mouth tightly and looked at her imploringly.

"I really didn't mean to! Fred and George accidentally cast a disabled spell, and Snape found out... Hermione, please, don't say it," Harry begged.

"So Fred and George lost it?" Ron asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Not really." Harry lowered his head, and explained in a slow whisper under Hermione's glaring eyes. Hermione and Ron gasped and stared at him in disbelief.

Hermione pushed Harry's hand away, and after a while, she opened her mouth and said, "Are you sure you like him? I'd rather pretend forever that you were joking."

"I never lied to you, why don't you believe me?" said Harry.

Ron's mouth fell open, staring at Harry stupidly.

"Okay, okay," breathed Hermione, "calm - calm, so you nearly flooded the whole cellar -"

"No!" Harry argued, "It's just two aisles, and it wasn't on purpose!"

"You didn't tell us about it!" Hermione was angry that he didn't discuss it with them.

"Because I knew you'd stop me," Harry said dejectedly.

Hermione covered her face in despair, and accused angrily, "It's too late to say anything now, Harry, I hope others won't find out that you did it! Although this is impossible, everyone must go back and ask the professor, I will help you." Not you! You bastard!"

Harry also knew that he was wrong, and silently shrank his head and did not speak.

But at noon, Harry, who was sitting at the dining table, realized that something was wrong. People around him seemed to be looking at him, even Krum and Fleur occasionally looked at him.

Hermione and Ron sneaked up to Harry, and Ron asked in a low voice, "I want to know what's wrong? Even if you lose Gryffindor points, there's no need for Krum and Fleur to peek at you? See Yet?"

The long table in Slytherin was a bit too quiet, just whispering occasionally, and then turned to look at Harry with a strange expression. On the other side of the long table in Ravenclaw, people occasionally looked at Harry, especially Hufflepuff. Needless to say, there were always people turning their heads and staring at Harry, chattering and peeking at Harry.

The entire hall was full of noisy voices, and it was impossible to know what the people who were peeking at Harry were discussing. Harry whispered awkwardly, "I think... maybe it was something in the corridor yesterday, er, it was... probably , they know."

Even, Harry found that occasionally someone was quietly watching Snape on the teacher's bench, Harry became more and more sure, and then he couldn't help but pretend not to care about these things, and asked Ron by the way, "Do you want some? "

"...Are you not nervous?" Ron swallowed the food in his mouth and opened his mouth to ask.

"I've been nervous for a long time, and didn't everyone already know that I like Snape?" Harry said weakly, "...you just don't believe it. Also, I don't want to discuss these things, the game is going to be tomorrow, don't Say these things please? I'll be drowned, I haven't found anything that works."

"It's all right, Harry," Hermione could only reassure him, "I'll find it tonight."

Ron opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything to say.It didn't take long for those rumors to penetrate the ears of Gryffindors, and instead of the bottomed out hourglass, it became a more eye-catching topic.

Harry really didn't pay attention to the whispers around him, even in the lounge at night there were whispers of people staring at him because he thought he was going to die.

He was staring at the pile of magic books like a hill.

When it was close to the curfew, Neville carefully approached them, and whispered to them hesitantly.

"They said you were seen giving Snape Valentines in the corridor, Harry." He whispered to them about the whispered rumors.

Harry twisted his neck, staring at the book in his hand without speaking.

Neville thought for a while, and seeing that Harry didn't seem to respond, he said rather annoyed, "They also said that they saw you pounce on you in the corridor to confess your love, and then...then kissed Snape on the mouth, and then snapped Snape Scared away!"

"..." Harry was feeling ill again, and these magic books gave him a stomach ache.

He turned his head and glanced at Neville, but Neville looked at him with reverence, Neville saw Harry staring at him, and quickly argued, "Of course, I don't think that can be true, right, just, Even if it's true..." As he spoke, Neville seemed to think of Snape's terrifying face, his face turned slightly pale, and he said reluctantly, "We're still friends, aren't we...Harry?"

"Hey, Neville," Harry twisted his neck, trying to get off the subject, "whether that's true or not...you know, I have a competition tomorrow, but you see I still can't find the way to breathe underwater method……"

"The way to breathe underwater? Just use parotid grass..." Neville blurted out, he still seemed to be afraid of Snape in his mind.

"No, I mean—wait a minute, you said... parotid?" Harry asked immediately, dismissing those strange questions just now.

Neville nodded honestly, and at the same time raised his hand to the book that will never leave him, and said proudly, "Yes, as long as you use parotid grass, it's just time-limited. The book Professor Moody gave me says Be clear..."

"Great, it means I don't have to drown, Neville, you've helped me a lot!" Harry threw away the book in his hand, faintly agitated.

Neville was interrupted and blushed a little and said, "Is that so..."

"It's a great help," Hermione corrected, "but where do we get parotids? Other than..."

"...Snape." Harry whispered to himself, the four of them suddenly fell silent, only Neville turned pale when he heard Snape's name.

"Do I have to go at night..." Harry turned his head and said anxiously.

"..." Ron and Neville looked at each other blankly.

Hermione gritted her teeth, "That's the only way!"