the Gambler

Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was the most absurd one Harry had ever seen. Even if the professors in this seat changed one after another, it was unique for a man to talk about the Dark Arts in an obsessive tone. Fa Xia's eyes, which had always been dull, were also shining.Harry sneezed loudly, and Snape took it as a challenge to himself, and he raised his huge hooked nose and looked down at the boy: "Mr Potter, you must feel that your Defense Against the Dark Arts is no longer Even better, right? Excellent! I heard you also cast a physical Patronus? Yes, the examiner can't seem to stop bragging about your abilities—smug?"

"I didn't," Harry added hastily after seeing Snape's sharp gaze, "Professor."

"Haha——" Snape said sarcastically, "Of course, these are your extraordinary talents, and there is no need to be complacent, because you are a celebrity yourself. What is your Patronus?"

"Stag, Professor."

Snape clicked his tongue and looked at Harry with eyes like looking at the stains on the soles of his shoes: "Stag, just like your arrogant father. Tell me, Potter, what qualifications do you have?" Laughing at black magic, they can simply knock you down, torture you, kill you, are you going to use that stupid stag to deal with it?"

"I didn't laugh at the Dark Arts!" Harry couldn't help but shouted, he didn't understand why Snape would suddenly point the finger at him, damn it, he just sneezed!And, by the end of last term, he and Snape had become a relationship that could be avoided during Occlumency classes!Obviously Snape was targeting him!

"Your expression is the same as your brain, like an open book, Potter." Snape said indifferently, "Looking down on the Dark Arts will not give you a sense of superiority, how are you going to face the Dark Lord, let your Patronus circling him? Maybe he'll pass out? That's pretty creative—"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled.

"Very well, be rude to the professor, Mr. Potter, and deduct ten points from Gryffindor." Snape smiled satisfied as he watched the number of rubies suddenly decrease in the funnel.

Harry sat down angrily, everyone around him was whispering about his confrontation with Snape, he knew that the Gryffindors felt innocent, Hermione - well, Hermione was watching with accusing eyes For himself, he could already imagine that the witch would teach him the importance of respecting his teacher.

Merlin!Sometimes he really hates Hermione's rules!But he couldn't get angry, and he still blamed Dumbledore, anyway, the headmaster would definitely smile, 'Love is the most powerful magic', Harry shrugged, unable to refute, he damn likes this stereotype witch!ha!Of course, on a friendship level.

"I want you to practice silent spells in this class." Snape waved his wand, and an explanation of silent spells appeared on the blackboard. He scanned all the students again and fixed his gaze on Harry's face, "Potter, this Casting a spell requires strong willpower and mental strength, maybe you want to show off your proud talent?"

Harry knew very well what Snape wanted to humiliate himself in public, he showed a disgustingly sweet smile at the man, Snape seemed to swallow something nasty, he couldn't help laughing even more hypocritically, revenge The pleasure filled my chest.Under Snape's twitching eyelids, Harry said slowly, "Of course, Professor."

Harry looked at Snape confidently, raised his wand and waved it a few times. The great power of the Armor Charm knocked Snape towards the podium. He shot Harry a hard look.Harry put on an innocent expression: "Sorry, Professor, I didn't expect you to be defenseless."

Snape gritted his teeth, gave Harry a basilisk-like look, turned and returned to the middle of the classroom, his black robes tumbling with excitement.

"Guess what look he'd have on his face if he knew I could do wandless magic?" Harry whispered to Ron, who looked at Harry with that dumbfounded expression of being punched by a troll. Well, Hermione wasn't much better off.Harry suddenly realized that he hadn't told his friend earlier. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at Tom beside him, his wandless wizard, who returned a dazzling smile with the corner of his mouth raised.

After the bell rang, everyone left the classroom in clusters. Snape's face never looked good, but Harry didn't care, he was surrounded by Seamus and the others, and Gryffindors were excitedly discussing Harry's behavior in class. It was a great pleasure for him.

Tom's abrupt reminder interrupted their conversation: "The next class is Potions."

At the cellar door, the group also met Draco, Bryce, Greenglass, and Nott, and for reasons that didn't need to be stated, Harry and Tom sat in the middle of the Slytherins, Hermione and Ron.Harry saw that Ernie was the only Hufflepuff, and since Ravenclaw was also four, he was unfortunately the extra one.Ernie smiled at Harry's sympathetic look, and Harry guessed he was going to be with him when Tom cut in.

The cellar was filled with steam of various smells, and the middle of it was filled with large and small cauldrons, the liquid in which was boiling violently.Slughorn showed a particularly enthusiastic smile with his stomach shy. His eyes fell on Harry for a long time, and the moment he turned to Tom, he suddenly turned pale and looked away. Harry heard Tom's low mockery.

"What's that?" Harry noticed a particularly fascinating smell emanating from the cauldron closest to them. He didn't know how to describe it, like the warm smell of old books in the sun, or oak wood. The smell of ripened mead was more like some kind of cool - he shook his head - the smell was familiar, he thought he had smelled it often, but couldn't remember it.Harry couldn't help sighing, realizing that almost everyone had sated smiles on their faces.He turned to look at Tom, the handsome black-haired boy with half-closed eyelids and a gentle smile he had never seen before.

Harry felt as if his face was burning, and he turned his head away quickly without looking at Tom again.Maybe he's sick, Harry thought, wondering if Madam Pomfrey would like to see him.

"Okay," Slughorn clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and he stretched out his hands to show all the potions, "As you can see, I have prepared a lot of good things, can anyone tell me What is this?"

Hermione held up her hand, and Slughorn motioned for her to speak.

"Love Potion, Professor, it's the most powerful love potion ever," cried Hermione.

"Could you tell me her character,—ma'am?"

"Hermione Granger, professor. It has a pearly white sheen and a spiral of steam, and, depending on personal preference, can smell different." Hermione blushed, and she stole a glance at Luo En one glance.

"Ten points for Gryffindor," said Slughorn cheerfully.

The Slytherins all snorted coldly.

"Of course, love potions don't really create love," Slughorn said, and Harry turned to see Tom's suddenly cold eyes, and he reached out and squeezed the Slytherin boy's palm, who pressed his thumb against him. Slowly rubbing his palms, Slughorn didn't notice their interaction, and continued to explain, "The intense and crazy infatuation caused by the love potion is terrible, and it is undoubtedly the most dangerous potion you can come into contact with now. A sort of."

"I don't think there's anything dangerous about it. It has a validity period. As long as you are vigilant enough, you won't be drugged. Moreover, it also has an antidote." Draco frowned.

"You may not know how dangerous crazy obsession is, but you will understand after you have rich emotional experience." Slughorn's eyes became confused, obviously lost in memory, "When you love with all your heart For the last person, you are willing to do anything for her, even killing people without hesitation, which is why the use of love potions is banned."

There was a short silence in the potion classroom, no one said anything, it seemed that they were all shocked by this point of view.

Slughorn recovered from his contemplation. He pointed to the small black cauldron at his hand, which contained a hot golden liquid like magma: "This is the best potion, there is no one. Blessing Elixir, another name for luck A potion that will bring you good luck. While it sounds beautiful, overuse can cause insanity. Many people have tried to concoct Felicia, but it is also very difficult to brew, so I will put this small bottle As a bonus."

The potion concocted by Harry and Tom's partner was without a doubt the most perfect, Slughorn's expression was contorted, Harry guessed he was struggling to smile, and in the end it didn't look very successful, his face Handing the Felix Elixir to Harry with a strange smile, during this period, he has been trying to focus on himself and avoid the eyes of a certain person next to him.

"It seems that you have Lily's talent, she was the best student I ever taught, Harry! This is really great!" Slughorn's tone was very sincere when he mentioned his mother, and Harry thought maybe he It is time to find an opportunity to ask the professor about Lily. He has always heard about James and Lily from Padfoot and Moonface. From the perspective of the professor, there may be different gains.He recalled the memory he saw in Snape's Pensieve, and pouted uncomfortably. Fortunately, Slughorn obviously had a high opinion of Lily, and there would be no unpleasant scenes.

On the way out of the cellar to the auditorium, Harry couldn't help asking Tom, "What's that love potion you smell?"

Tom looked sideways at Harry for a moment, but said nothing.

"Where are you two?" Harry turned to look at Draco and Bryce hastily as his heart was pounding.Hermione left the team early under Ron's complaints, and the two of them didn't like to mix with cunning snakes.

"Chocolate with cool air from Norway, I have always liked this slightly bitter taste." Bryce shrugged and said indifferently.

"The scent of daffodils from Malfoy Manor, and the turf of the Quidditch pitch." Draco said grumpily, his eyes glaring at Harry all the time, warning him not to laugh out loud.

Harry muttered under his breath, "I think that's pretty good, actually."

"What about you?" Bryce asked.

"I can't tell. It's a very familiar smell. I must have smelled it often." Harry frowned and thought for a while before answering honestly. He felt that Tom's sight was about to burn a hole in himself. coming.

Bryce poked his head and looked at the small glass bottle in Harry's hand and continued to ask, "How are you going to use the Felicity Elixir? Confession or—hey! Quidditch competitions are prohibited!"

"I don't need Felicia to beat Slytherin easily." Harry said confidently, "If I remember correctly, since the first year, no one has been able to snatch the Snitch from under my nose except by accident. "

"Dream it, Potter." Draco shot Harry sideways.

"Actually, he's telling the truth." Bryce wrinkled his nose and said.

Tom suddenly grabbed Harry's hand and interlaced his fingers, and pulled the stunned boy to sit at the front of the Slytherin table. Such a bold move caused the entire auditorium to burst into discussions.Harry knew that his affair with Tom was going to a new level, and that was the only time he would be glad he was with Slytherin.Under Tom's gloomy expression, no one dared to point fingers at Harry, let alone talk about his behavior.

Cutting off a piece of steak and putting it on the plate in front of Harry, Tom stared sternly at the wizard who was trying to escape the fate of being stuffed in his stomach, as if he would put the food in himself if he didn't finish eating.Harry snorted in frustration, and finally ate the steak obediently. Of course, he didn't forget to scoop up a large spoonful of vegetable salad and throw it into Tom's plate. He clearly remembered the disgusted expression on the other side's face when he touched this thing for the first time.As the recipient, Tom sneered and cleaned up the whole salad elegantly, and showed Harry that kind of smile that was so doting to outsiders. Harry couldn't help but wince, oh, he knows Tom too well, the other party His eyes clearly indicated that he would make him pay the price.