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"You killed him. ’ Snape always remembered what Dumbledore said.

He still remembers the haggard old man holding the newborn baby and saying to him, "He will come back to take revenge on you. You have to live and wait for him to come and take revenge on you."He will. 』

Why would he ask him to bring that baby over before he died?Why did he say those words in front of that baby...?

Why must he insist on getting a baby involved with him?

A crazy idea popped into Snape's mind and took root—

He came to collect debts.That boy who looks exactly like Harry...he's here to collect debts!

He gave everything!But why does he continue to repay the debt? !He had lost everything, but why did he continue to suffer from that boy? !

And the little boy sent by heaven to collect debts was tossing and turning in the dormitory, unable to sleep.

He felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and the blood in his whole body was screaming and boiling!

The wish he had been thinking about day and night for more than ten years finally came true!Snape was in this castle, and he was only ten minutes away from him. If he ran, it wouldn't even take 4 minutes!

Harry rolled on the bed again, he met Snotluck, and although he looked angry and hated him, they met anyway.All he needed was to run out, find Snape, and - jump on him!

"Hey, Harry, what were you thinking?" Ron asked, looking at the restless Harry.

Both Harrys looked up at the same time, but Ron clearly had no intention of answering the other, even though he knew his address would be misleading.The other Harry looked extremely depressed, he glanced at Harry again, and lay down on the bed in silence.

Harry was a little embarrassed. They had been close before. Although they hadn't spoken to each other, they had held hands and encouraged each other to accompany them.Moreover, he didn't think that boy was so hateful and annoying.

He lay on the bed and recalled many things from the past, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The lights in the dormitory have been turned off, and the room is pitch black, only the moonlight shining in through the window brings the only light here.Today was the first night of school, but Harry couldn't calm down at all.He sat up abruptly, put on his shoes and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Ron lay on the bed and looked sideways at him.

Harry held up his fingers and gave a "shh" before reaching for his wand.

Ron's eyes suddenly widened: "Are you going on a night tour?!" He tried to lower his voice and said to his new friend, "You will get lost in the castle! And someday in a few years Someone found your skeleton!"

Harry: "... Ron, Hogwarts is full of people, and I'm just out to see and not challenge some dragon."

Ron's eyes were shining brightly in the dark night, he moved his body, but finally lay down, "Go and come back soon?"

"Okay." Harry blinked at him, and quickly ran out of the dormitory.

On the other side of the dormitory, a boy looked at them, his heart was beating fast, and he got out of bed carefully and got dressed.He took out the gizmo Sirius had given him for crimes to cover himself, and also sneaked out of the room.

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The night at Hogwarts was still so peaceful.Harry walked in the castle, shuttling back and forth in a familiar way.This time he had no Invisibility Cloak and no Marauder's Map, but he still eluded Filch.

As Harry walked further and further away, the light in the corridors of the castle became darker and darker.He left Gryffindor Tower and went to the cellar that never sees the sun.

It wasn't Snape who lived in the office of the Head of Slytherin and Potions Professor, it belonged to Slughorn now.

Slughorn is not a bad professor, he likes to be nice, but he is really an overly slippery and shrewd old fritter, and he has also suffered from the common problems of teachers.He likes to win over promising students and get some news or small favors from them.Not so Snape.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for eleven years, Harry could still judge Snape that way.He concluded that Snape still had something precious that most people lost with time.

Snape was haughty and indifferent, but the more haughty he was, the more disdainful he was - he disdaind doing anything he despised.

So if anyone hadn't given or accepted bribes in these years, Harry dared to say that there must be a snotlite in there.

Harry stood in the corridor in a daze, looking at the door of the potions office. There was still a snake-shaped doorknob on it, but he could no longer feel that love-hate feeling.Because it's not a snotluck living there, because he just wants to see him now, desperately wants to see him.There was no anger or resentment in his heart.

"Mr. Potter." A deep male voice sounded from behind Harry.

Harry shuddered, he wondered if he was hallucinating, otherwise why would he meet Snape at this time and this place? !

After a while, he heard the voice of Snotlover again, "Mr. Potter, explain why you didn't sleep in the dormitory at twelve o'clock, otherwise I will have to deduct double points from you."

His voice became deeper than before, as low as a whisper, but extremely clear, as if his voice seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, or, it was pressed tightly behind the ear, like Bad jokes between lovers.

A tingling sensation rushed into his heart, spread to his limbs and climbed up his back, Harry pressed his lips tightly.

"Turn around," Snape ordered.

Harry blinked his eyes in a panic, turned around with flustered eyes, his face was flushed, he didn't dare to look at Snape at all, but he walked up to Snape.At that time, Ai Ai's appearance was not so much afraid of being beaten, but more like wanting to get close to him.He lowered his head and muttered, "Nose...Snape."

"It's 'Sir'." Snape bent down slightly, looking down at the little boy in front of him.

"...Yes, sir." Harry replied quickly, and could not help ducking back.His face turned even redder, he felt that Snape did it on purpose, he purposely spoke to him in a voice not much louder than a whisper, and he purposely approached him to speak!

Snape seemed completely unaware of what he was doing, he moved closer to the boy, and he saw the uneasiness and guilt in his green eyes, the shy nervousness and embarrassment.

He is shy, but why is he shy?

Snape looked at the little boy inquisitively, his clear green eyes seemed to be filled with magic, and the timid look in his eyes made him think he was very much like Harry.

Snape's mood suddenly turned bad, and he knew that it would never be a good thing to meet a Potter in the middle of the night!Night tour, the tradition of the Potter family, even if it is a Potter who doesn't know where he came from!

"Night trips after curfew, ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor, ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor." Snape said in a very bad tone, "Go back to your room now!"

"...Wait!" Harry suddenly came to his senses, the most important thing now was not to go back to the dormitory, let alone whether to deduct points, but he had to speak clearly right away!

But Snape didn't give him any time at all, and left immediately. He turned and walked into Professor Slughorn's office, and shut the door hard, blocking Harry from the door.

...the damn office!Damn snot--!Harry couldn't help cursing.

Inside the door, Snape was also cursing in his heart, but no emotion could be seen from his expression. He walked to the side of Slughorn who was still reading, and put down a few pieces of parchment in his hand. , and returned to his office directly through the fireplace.

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For the next two days, Harry couldn't speak to Snape, and he always felt that Snape was avoiding him.Their eyes no longer meet, they no longer run into each other on the way, and he is not even at the teacher's table during meal time.

Harry felt a little nervous, after all Snape had no reason to avoid him.Whether Snape knew he was the Harry Potter everyone thought was dead, or just treated him like a normal student, there was no reason for him to avoid him, was there?

But as teachers and students, it is impossible for them to never see each other.

"Now!" Snape's voice rose suddenly, calming down the wild monkey-like first-years in the classroom.His tone returned to his usual deep voice, and he said, "You have come here to learn a profound and rigorous knowledge." His voice was only slightly higher than a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said. one word.Like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the intimidating power to bring order to the classroom without breaking a sweat.

Snape stood in front of the podium, glanced at the freshmen in the classroom, "I'm not here to teach you how to conduct music, and Defense Against the Dark Arts is not something that can be called advanced just by waving a wand casually. Science. I don't expect you to understand the precise and powerful magic power, let alone the joy after years of exploration. I can teach you to be an invincible hero, and I can also make you an invincible devil. But only if you're not one of the dumb fools I've seen so often. I just hope you graduate safely, and Merlin testifies to how much effort I've put in to keep you from killing me."

After he finished his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron and exchanged glances.Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, looking eager to prove she wasn't some stupid fool who was going to kill herself.

Snape looked at Harry suddenly. "Potter!" he cried suddenly.

Both Potters stood up simultaneously.

Snape glared at the other Potter, who was pretending to be sentimental, with a ferocious expression, "Harry Potter!"

Both Harry Potters looked at Snape at the same time.

Chichi laughter sounded in the originally quiet classroom.There was no expression on Snape's face, but Harry felt that he was almost being glared at by Snape.Snape strode towards him, grabbed him and dragged him out of the seat so hard that he almost fell over.

The classroom was suddenly quiet again, and the students looked at Professor Snape who committed atrocities in horror, like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"What's the difference between FubuteUbcabtaten and Finite, Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked up at him. "There's no difference, sir, they're both anti-curses that end the spell."

Snape's brows seemed to be furrowed. He looked at Harry and said, "There is no difference? So can you tell me the difference in strength between the two spells, or the difference in actual application, and the difference in magic control?" the difference?"

Still looking at him, as if trying to carve his face into his mind, Harry said after a moment, "I don't know, sir."

Watch, yes watch.He watched him as if they had known each other before, as if they should have grown closer.

Snape turned suddenly and strode towards the podium, his black robe billowing behind him, looking like a huge black bat.

He ignored the green-eyed boy, didn't look at him again.But Harry was keenly aware of Snape's hostility, and when Snape looked at him, he could feel the obvious disgust in it.

And in the following time, Harry confirmed his idea, Snape deducted his marks, in the first class!

Feeling suffocated and oppressed, Harry fixed Snape with a more earnest look, but he got nothing but a slightly hateful look.Harry wondered why his watery stare didn't work on Snape?

"Oh my god... I heard that Snape was very unreasonable." Ron muttered with lingering fear, "I guess this is the only thing Fred and George didn't lie to me."

Yes, it was unreasonable for him to deduct points, but his righteous tone made people feel that it was justified.

"I'm especially sorry for that, Mr. Weasley." Snape appeared behind them like a ghost, "Five points deducted from Gryffindor for defaming the professor."

"It's time after class!" Ron still wanted to defend himself, but Harry stopped him, and he persuaded him with what Ron had just said, "He is very unreasonable."

The vigorous little Ron suddenly withered.

Harry had spoken ill of him, and he bet Snape had heard it, but he only glanced at it before striding away.

Harry stood in the corridor, watching Snape's back silently, and he found that Snape really didn't like seeing him.He didn't have any interest because of his appearance and name, and he didn't plan to find out anything. He just avoided it, as if there was nothing in this world that could impress him.

Harry lowered his head dejectedly, even his disheveled hair seemed to have lost its vitality.He raised his eyes and silently watched Snape's leaving back, and made sure of one thing again - Snape hated him.

Didn't he recognize himself?Haven't recognized it yet?

Little Harry gnawed his fingernails and went downstairs to the hall silently. He followed Ron limply, and seemed absent-minded no matter what Ron said to him.

Harry was thinking.

God is laughing.

Harry wondered, could it be that the hints he gave weren't obvious enough?

Maybe next time... try waiting for him in his office?Or... uh, directly...