[HP] This deer is not a deer

"What else do you want to say?" Harry shrugged, looking completely indifferent.He didn't seem to want to say another word to Snape, "I should go back, sir."

Harry walked down the corridor in the direction of the banquet, leaving Snape behind.

Snape watched him walk away.

……

The dust of time gradually submerged, and there was nothing left, and everything between them that Harry had grasped carelessly in his hands was finally loose.They didn't have much interaction, as Harry said, Snape no longer struggled, he refused to pay attention to Harry.

He didn't know if the boy had a new girlfriend, and he didn't know what he was planning in private, because he deliberately ignored it, so he didn't know it.That wasn't something he should have paid attention to, he was surrounded by people who belonged to Dumbledore and they could take good care of him.The boy no longer occupied Snape's attention, and they were out of each other's sight, irrelevant.

Hogwarts at this time is full of various qualification exams, and there are a lot of troubles waiting for the professors to deal with.

Time flies by at Hogwarts.

In a blink of an eye, the signs of summer are coming.

There is not much time left in this semester.

A bright blue sky began to appear over the castle tower, and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in a sunny corner of the courtyard after lunch.Both Hermione and Ron were holding a copy of the Ministry of Magic booklet: "Common Mistakes in Apparition and How to Avoid It". The exam was about to take place this afternoon, but the booklet basically failed to calm their nervous nerves.

A girl came out from around the corner. Ron was startled, and quickly hid behind Hermione.

"Not Lavender," said Hermione wearily.

Ron was in love, and the object was Lavender. Harry turned his head and looked, he felt that Ron didn't like her.

"Oh." Ron said, relaxing.

Hermione said, "She might dump you if you do that again."

"If that's the case..." Ron faltered and sighed, "I hope, I'm going to be tortured crazy..."

Harry was still frowning at the note Dumbledore had given him, when he said casually, "Then you should break up with her."

"That's different," said Ron. "Have you ever dumped... oh yes, you and Cho Chang..."

Harry turned his head and said, "She and I are just friends."

"Come on, why don't you pretend that we didn't see how good your relationship is?" Ron muttered.

"She still likes this Cedric in her heart." Harry replied, "She is still Cedric's girlfriend, have you forgotten? Although he still lives in St. Mungo's now, I heard that he is much better."

"I thought you guys still had a chance at least?" Ron saw a girl appearing from the courtyard, and quickly hid again, "—quick, cover me!"

"Not Lavender." Hermione said impatiently, and she pulled Ron out from behind him.

Harry finally put away the note in his hand, and he said to Ron, "Why do you all think I'm with Cho Chang? Some time ago...we just happened to meet in the library."

"Then make an appointment to meet at a fixed time from now on." Ron pinched his nose and said, "Don't talk nonsense, she must have feelings for you."

"Well, maybe," said Harry, "maybe I have a crush on her, but that's all."

Ron shrugged and said, "Your affection is amazing. You used to have a crush on Snape."

"I don't know why?" Harry smoothed the note in his hand again, folded it again, and said slowly, "Maybe I was not sensible at that time, I almost forgot what I was thinking at that time."

"Do you actually... still like him?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"What?" Harry turned his head, as if he heard Hermione ask a very strange question.It was a really strange question, and Ron seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Oh... look," Hermione said slowly, "Cho Chang is at least a little bit like Snape—"

"What did you say? Are you kidding?" said Ron. "Cho Chang and Snape—"

"Black hair, black eyes," said Hermione.

Harry folded the paper uncomfortably, and said slowly, "Actually, I think it was really scary when I said I liked Snape at that time."

"You don't like it, actually," said Ron. "I kind of understand you, maybe you're a little bit like me—"

"It's not the same," argued Harry, who didn't want to be like Ron. "I mean, I have nothing to do with Snape. Maybe I'm out of my head. Let's not talk about that, I have to find a way to get Slugger Horn's memory..." These things are much more important than the old things related to Snape, and this is what Dumbledore told him to do.

Harry discussed and discussed with Ron and Hermione, and finally decided that after seven tries, a little Felicia might make him a little bit luckier...

The next day, he did, and the Felicia worked surprisingly well—Harry was exhausted from the evening's activities, but in a good mood.In Charms class the next morning, he had told Ron and Hermione everything that had happened, and they were both quite satisfied that he had induced Slughorn to hand over his memory.

Dumbledore promised to take him with him if he found another Horcrux.This made Harry feel much lighter. Although he knew that this operation would be very dangerous, he was willing to be dangerous.

Harry was in a good mood all morning, until the afternoon, after their Charms class, which happened to be a rare free time together, and the three of them walked back to the common room together.Harry pulled out "Advanced Potion Making" from his schoolbag and looked for Felicia. He hoped to get some extra Felicia, which might come in handy someday.

"My God, it's so complicated," he said, scanning the long list of ingredients. "It's going to take six months. . . have to simmer..."

"Always," said Ron.

Harry was about to put the book away when he suddenly found a page folded. He flipped it over there and saw that it was the Magic Front and Shadow Curse, marked with "To the Enemy", which was the mark he had made a few weeks ago.He hadn't tried it yet, mainly because he didn't want to try it around Hermione.But he wanted to try it the next time he stalked McLaggen.

This was another 'Half-Blood Prince' potions textbook, and it looked tattered, but Harry cherished it, and it helped him a lot, although Hermione thought it was undoubtedly a bad help.It was full of notes, and some of the Half-Blood Prince's own spells, but they were all jinxes, and Hermione was actually right, it wasn't a good thing.

But Harry pretended that he couldn't hear it. Every time he looked at the writing on this book, he always felt very familiar... Harry shook his head, and he thought of the precious 'gift' he had hidden at the bottom of the box. Haven't touched it a long time ago.This seems to have caused Harry to cherish the book in his hand more and more. He occasionally flipped through the textbook very gently. It was so worn out that Harry always felt that he would break it.

It's not that Harry didn't think about why there were two 'Half-Blood Princes', but Harry didn't want to think about it, he hoped they were two people, he couldn't tell how much he was deceiving himself, but he would rather believe it.He seemed to be carefully hiding something he cherished in his heart, and he didn't want to be found out at all.

Out of habit, Harry turned again into the corridor on the eighth floor, looking at the Marauder's Map as he walked, and continued to monitor Malfoy. He was in a men's bathroom downstairs, next to Crabbe and Goyle, but Moaning Peach. mother.

Harry ran down the corridor on the next floor and quietly opened the bathroom door.

"I can't do it...if it's not done soon...he said he'd kill me..." Malfoy was crying, Harry froze, he didn't hide himself, Malfoy saw him in the broken mirror.

"To pieces!" That made Malfoy turn angrily and draw his wand at him, and Harry instinctively defended himself.

Malfoy's spell shattered the wall lamp behind Harry.Harry immediately fought back, and the whole bathroom exploded from their attack, and the smashed sink fell to the ground.

Moaning Myrtle screamed, "Stop it! Stop it!" The voice echoed in the tiled bathroom, and Harry's spell bounced off the wall behind Malfoy's ear, throwing Moaning Myrtle under him. The toilet bowl was smashed to pieces.Myrtle screamed, and the water flooded the ground.

Harry slipped and fell, and Malfoy twisted his face and cried, "Crucio—"

"Shen Feng Wu Ying!" Harry roared on the ground, waving his wand frantically.

Blood gushed from Malfoy's face and chest, as if struck by an invisible sword.He staggered backwards, fell to the puddles with a splash, and dropped his wand from his limp right hand.Harry slipped on his feet, got up staggeringly, and ran towards Malfoy, only to see that his face had turned bright red, and his pale hands were clutching his blood-soaked chest.

"No—" Harry didn't know what he was talking about, and Malfoy was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of blood, and Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream.

"Killed! Killed in the bathroom! Killed!"

He knelt down beside Malfoy, Harry still staring blankly, the door behind him slammed open, he pushed it aside roughly, Harry staggered, he stared blankly at the sudden Snape intruding.

Little did he realize that he, too, was soaking in blood and sewage.The weeping myrtle was still sobbing and wailing above their heads.

Snape was kneeling beside him, chanting a singing spell, the bleeding was slowly lessening, and after the third counter-curse, the wound seemed to be healing.Snape half-dragged and half-hugged Malfoy to his feet.As he helped Malfoy out, he turned around at the door and said in a cold, angry tone, "You, Potter...wait for me here."