When the savior is no longer the savior

Zizi took a sip of black tea and said casually, "If one day I go to the Forbidden Forest..."

"Someone gave you the Imperius Curse?" was Harry's first reaction.

"..." Draco.

"..." Harry.

Harry came to his senses and coughed dryly with a blushing face: "It's okay, you continue."

Draco glared at Harry angrily, drank two more sips of tea from his cup, and then said awkwardly: "Then you—" He wanted to ask if you would go to Il like you did yesterday Find me.

But the words swirled in his throat a few times, and Draco still couldn't say it - Malfoy's pride from birth stopped him decisively.

What if he doesn't get the desired result?

This pride asked him coldly—if he didn't get the result he wanted, would he give up?Give up this friend in front of you?

——This friendship is not equal.

—he was no match for Potter.

— But only Potter, he is no match for him!

"Draco?" Harry looked at Draco who was half-speaking suspiciously.

Draco came back to his senses, he moved his body, and continued: "I mean - if I went there, then you would undoubtedly tell Professor Snape."

He tried his best to pretend nothing had happened, but his slightly tense body still revealed the tension in his heart.

Harry was a little dazed: "Actually, I still don't think you will go to the Forbidden Forest..."

Draco's expression changed slightly.

Harry glanced at Draco, then smiled suddenly, "But if you have to go, oh - are you trying to get rid of me? It's so sad."

"You said—" Draco was surprised.

Harry shrugged his shoulders: "Of course I will accompany you." He thought of the days when he and Ron broke into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night when they didn't understand anything a long time ago.Even though there was not a single day in that period of time, it was really—very, very beautiful.

Harry smiled:

"Draco, we're friends. Gryffindors don't abandon friends - oh, I like Gryffindors, and of course I don't."

He added, and then saw the emotion in the gray-blue eyes of the other party turn to silence and then to disgust because of his words.

Draco looked at Harry silently for a while, then struggled, "Are you going to kill me? Hmm, Harry?"

Harry grinned widely at the successful prank.

Draco glared at Harry hard, then twitched the corners of his lips, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, Harry, I see..."

He looked at the person sitting in front of him.

He remembered Professor Snape's words.

—'You won't regret it. '

Yes, no regrets.

What about Il Potter?

How did that so-called Potter get such a friendship and ruin it wantonly?

—he doesn't even know what he's wasting!

Malfoy will get the best.

Malfoy gets the best.

Draco raised his eyebrows and stood up: "Harry, let's go to the library together, you haven't done your homework these two days, have you?"

Then he saw that the person in front of him laughed, and because of the backlight, the entire outline was dyed with a pure white halo, bright from the inside out.

The man said:

"Okay, Draco."

There are not too many first-year students who go to the library on weekends, but there are many people from all grades in Hogwarts.Since Harry hadn't had lunch yet, Draco asked the other party to go to the restaurant to find some food first, while he came to the library to take a better seat.

But not long after leaving the Slytherin lounge, he met Il in the corridor.

Draco was the first to react, and smiled maliciously at Il and said, "Ah, isn't this the warrior who broke into the Forbidden Forest last night? It's a pity that you are still intact."

Il glanced at Draco, his brows were furrowed because of the same disgust as the other party, but he was not in the mood to fight back, he just asked dryly: "Malfoy, ha..." He originally wanted to say Harry, but Feeling awkward and unwilling to let Draco watch the show, he finally just said, "Where's Ravens?"

Draco suddenly became vigilant: "What are you looking for Harry?"

"I don't think it has anything to do with you." Il said bluntly.

Draco's face changed slightly, and he quickly squinted his eyes and smiled: "Oh, of course it has nothing to do with me, but are you sure Harry still wants to see you? After—" he slyly, "after last night?"

This time, Il's face turned ugly: "I didn't run away by myself last night, but was taught by Snape—what did I tell you? I will explain this to Harry myself!"

"Harry?" Draco asked with a smirk on his face, "When did Harry ask you to call him by his name?"

"He called me by my name a long time ago." Yi Er sneered.

"Oh, oh, yes, just rejected by you screaming like you were violated, didn't you?" Draco shrugged, eyes mocking.

"Malfoy!" Il, who was poked in the sore spot, couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly pulled out his wand to point at him.

Draco was not afraid, and quickly drew out his wand: "Potter, you know I'm right, so you're so angry, aren't you? You have rudely rejected Slytherin's kindness time and time again, why did you suddenly change now? Could it be that after yesterday, you realized that Harry’s is easy to use? Aha, it’s true, not only has excellent grades, but also pays special attention to you, and even followed you into the dangerous Forbidden Forest because of worry, and finally return--"

"I didn't ask him to lure the acromantia away for me!" Il interrupted Draco angrily.

Draco, who deliberately induced Il, suddenly heard the facts, and was startled for a moment. His gray-blue eyes were full of anger, and he said in a low voice, quickly: "Acromantula? Potter, you It's really amazing, I really don't understand what method you used to deceive and lure Harry to risk his life to save you."

"Tricking and seducing?" Il repeated in disbelief as Draco lowered his voice.Then, he raised his voice, "It's clearly him—"

"It's him - he insisted on saving you? In front of the acromantula? Potter, how dare you say that!" Draco then raised his voice in disbelief, with obvious anger on his face.

"I..." Il, who was stunned by anger, finally regained some reason, he wanted to distinguish, but Draco quickly interrupted him, and tilted his head slightly, looking over his shoulder to the back: "Harry, here you come."

This sentence seemed to be cursed, and Yi Er froze in place.

Harry...Harry here?He was flustered and at a loss, knowing what he should do to explain or make amends, but his body froze in place, ignoring orders, until a voice came from behind: "Well... it's me, I'm here."

In the quiet corridor, even the sound of light footsteps became heavy, and every crisp sound seemed to make people breathless as if they were stepping on the heart.

El's shoulders stretched into a straight line.He stared straight ahead, but didn't see Draco who was standing a few steps away from him at all, his mind was in a mess, he comforted himself for a while that Harry wouldn't blame himself, he had forgiven so many times, and then he was depressed again Feeling so mean, how could Harry not blame himself—until he caught a glimpse of the robed figure stopping beside him.

thumping!Er's heart skipped a beat.

Of course, Harry didn't hear this movement that belonged to Il's heart, he shrugged his shoulders unnaturally, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's me—I want to do it myself, and it's just an accident, I was also scared at the time, and I didn't go out on purpose... So, it has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it, Potter."

As he said that, he stopped staying beside Il, and came to Draco's side in two steps, beckoning him to leave: "Didn't you say to go to the library? Let's go, if you go late, there will be no room."

El noticed the little gesture.So naturally, he understood the meaning of the other party's subconscious—or already subjective—movement: the library is on his way, and Harry will go back later—but he still turned to Draco gone.

Just a few steps.

Did he get closer to Draco?

Is he no longer willing to stay by his side?

After... last night?After... he said that thoughtless thing to Draco and Harry overheard it?

Draco responded lazily, retracted his wand and followed Harry forward, and the two of them passed Il together.However, when passing by Il, Draco took half a step behind without any trace, glanced at Il, and snorted in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Il stepped back half a step as if being hit by something, and met Draco's gaze.

Those gray-blue eyes were full of victory and contemptuous ridicule.

In the long corridor, only Il was left in an instant.

Not long after, a red-haired boy came from the end of the corridor: "Hey, El, what's going on? I mean, I just saw Ravens and Malfoy together..."

Earl was silent.

Ron looked at his face: "Ravens didn't forgive you? Uh... let me say, this is not too surprising." He shrugged, "Compared to the fact that he saved you last night, You do compare..."

"Asshole." Yil dryly completed the sentence for his friend.

Ron faked a cough.

Yil said angrily: "Oh, well, we did the previous thing together! You agreed every time! ——I can't believe it, we suddenly became so childish!"

"But," said the red-haired boy emphatically, "everyone knows, except you, Il."

El was silent again.

Ron waited for a moment: "So what are you going to do? Wait until Ravens calms down?"

"Actually... I said something wrong just now, I said 'he is clearly the one who came to save me'..." Yi Er said in a low voice.

Ron opened his mouth wide and looked shocked: "You actually said that? - how dare you say that? When you want to make friends with Ravens?"

"It was designed by Malfoy!" It's okay if you don't say it, as soon as Ir mentions this, Il gets angry, "It was designed by him! He calculated that Harry would come and hear what I said, so he tempted me to say that !"

"Malfoy is a bad guy, I'm not surprised by that," said Ron, "and he's the representative of Slytherin who hates Gryffindor, so he won't be happy with you staying next to Ravens."

"I'm afraid there is no doubt about it." El pouted.

"So, what are you going to do?" Ron asked the most fundamental question.

El was also finally frustrated: "How do I know? Thinking about the situation just now, I feel that as long as Malfoy is by Harry's side, I will never be able to reconcile with Harry, if..."

If he had accepted that boy from the beginning...

But then he hated him.

... At that time, why did he hate him?

change without sound

The Hogwarts library is well-lit, and the rows of huge bookshelves are magnificent. The rustling sound of books filling every corner adds a bit of tranquility to this spacious room.

Draco and Harry took a nice corner.

They've got out the parchment and the bibliography.While flipping through the book, Draco casually said to Harry beside him: "Harry, do you want to change the dormitory?"

"Why do you ask?" Harry had already started to do his homework, he took the time to look at the book spread out in front of him, and after brushing a few times, he completed more than one-fifth of the spell homework.

Draco looked at the parchment in Harry's hand jealously, and then shrugged his shoulders: "Oh, I also suddenly remembered, didn't the elf clean your room?"

Harry was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it?" As he spoke, he saw Mrs. Pince, the librarian, looking over with an uneasy expression, lowered her voice and cast a silencing spell with her wand, "Is there a house-elf cleaning the student dormitories? He asked, although the ten years in the orphanage did not obliterate his memory of his Hogwarts study experience, but some details have indeed been forgotten or misremembered.

"Both." Draco replied, "It's just that your room hasn't been used for several years, so the house-elves don't clean it anymore... Otherwise, you will share a room with me instead? I remember other There is also a dormitory for one person.”

"It's not necessary." Harry shook his head without hesitation. His situation is not suitable for living with anyone. "It's fine for me to live alone."

"I suspect that your Cleansing Charm is so smooth because you don't have house-elves." Draco said a little hesitantly, not intending to let Harry live with him.

Harry shrugged his shoulders: "In fact, it is true. And not only the Cleansing Charm, but also the Warming Charm because it is useful enough."

Warm spell?Draco raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Crabbe, one of his followers, walking over rather stiffly.

Harry noticed it too, and when he revoked the Silencing Charm, Draco said, "What is it?"

Crabbe glanced at Harry quietly, and stammered to Draco, "Yes, it's like this, there is, there is a meeting..."

Mrs. Pince from the library looked over with displeasure.

Feeling a little strange in Harry's heart, he looked at Crabbe twice more.

Draco said suspiciously: "Meeting? Did you hear me right?"

"Yes, they sent you!" said Crabbe. "Over there in the Slytherin common room."

Mrs. Pince looked around the corner again.

Draco raised his eyebrows and said nothing for a while.

Crabbe was a little anxious, he coughed twice, and said in a strange tone: "They said it's about to start, Malfoy."

Draco's gray-blue eyes moved slightly, he stared at Crabbe for a moment, then turned to look at Harry.

Harry nodded slightly at him, then shrugged: "Go, I'll wait for you."

Draco nodded and led Crabbe out.

Harry watched the two go out, and then picked up the quill again and started to write his homework, but before he could write even a line of words, another person rushed in from outside the library like a whirlwind, and his voice was loud, Instantly spread to every corner of the library: "Harry, wait a minute, I have something to explain to you—"

"Get out!" The angry Mrs. Pince finally erupted. The emaciated and elderly witch dropped the book, walked forward aggressively, grabbed a boy's collar with one hand, and mercilessly Both of them were thrown outside, and then the door of the library was slammed shut in front of them.

Harry and Il who were thrown out looked at each other in blank dismay.Then he coughed dryly and said at the same time: "You..."

The two stopped at the same time.

"You first—" Once again at the same time, the two people who spoke were a little embarrassed.

In the end, Harry took the lead in patting his clothes and standing up, and then he looked at Il, who was still sitting on the ground in the posture of being thrown out, staring blankly at himself, looking a little silly, he hesitated and stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Is there a problem?"

El looked at the hand.

He reached out to me - he still didn't blame me!He heard a voice screaming excitedly in his heart, which made his whole body tremble, and then another calm voice sounded like a bucket of cold water falling from the sky, pouring him completely A cold heart, let all the flames of excitement and joy be extinguished at the bud: he has been reaching out to you, but you are unwilling to admit it, unwilling to accept it-sincerely repulsive, sincerely disgusted.

But why?Yil suddenly realized that he didn't understand his former self-even though this former self was the same as last night.

Well, even though Harry is a Slytherin, even though he was a little strangely enthusiastic about him from the beginning, he is excellent and brave, and he treats him sincerely, unlike James' former friend, that Pettigrew. like peter...

As for Slytherin, oh come on, Lily's best friend back then was a Slytherin!

How could he discriminate against Slytherin?How can you hate Harry?That obviously...

...Obviously, he is a lovable friend.

Yi Er was in a daze for a long time.

Harry looked at it and thought that the other party was unwilling to hold his hand, so he was a little embarrassed to take it back: "If you're okay..."

"Actually, I have something to do!" Anyway, he didn't stay completely, seeing that Harry was about to withdraw his hand, he hurriedly grabbed the palm that was even smaller than himself.

A little cold.This is his first reaction.

It's quite soft.This was Il's second reaction after subconsciously squeezing Harry's hand.

Harry looked at Il, who didn't know what to think, speechlessly: "Aren't you standing up?"

"Huh? Uh..." Il realized that he was still sitting on the ground, and quickly stood up and said, "Harry, I have something to tell you, I didn't mean it just now, it was Malfoy—"

"What is it me?" A slow voice came from behind Yi Er.

Earl was taken aback, turned around suddenly, and saw Malfoy coming from a distance with his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

El glanced straight at Crabbe.

Draco obviously saw it, and he smirked: "Potter, what are you looking at? Or what are you trying to say? Like the guy who used Polyjuice Potion to turn into Crabbe just now? - he must not think of me Will take him to Crabbe and Goyle."

"What about him?" El asked sullenly, the 'he' in his mouth obviously referring to the person who used Polyjuice Potion to turn into Crabbe.

There was a sneer in Draco's gray-blue eyes: "'What about him?'" He repeated in a surprised tone, "Do you think, Potter, that I won't tell the professor after something like this happened?"

A look of anger followed on Il's face, but soon he restrained himself, and also laughed back: "Oh, come on, Malfoy, if you really told the professor you wouldn't know who 'he' is? "

Draco narrowed his eyes for a while: "Potter, it's surprising that you can still have some brains."

The corners of Yil's eyes twitched: "It's a pity that Malfoy, you are so despicable from beginning to end that it is annoying."

Without any suspense, Draco and Il once again had a serious quarrel, even temporarily ignoring Harry who was standing next to him.

Harry wasn't in a hurry to separate the two of them—in fact, he didn't think he was capable of separating them—he just wondered how often he would be drawn into a fight when he heard a bored female voice behind him: "Oh, they That's pretty silly, don't you think?"

Such a voice is not unfamiliar, Harry turned around in surprise: "Huh...Granger?" He turned his mouth abruptly, a little unnaturally to conceal the joy rising in his heart: "You are here too? "

"Yes, come and find some books." Hermione, who has always been a study madman from the past to now, raised several tomes in her hand to Harry.

"Hmm... That's really good." Harry cleared his throat, and was a little anxious to find a topic, when Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment from his hand and said aloud: "The method on this is your experience. ? Uh, I tried it when I saw it just now." The brunette little witch blushed a little, "I'm sorry I didn't get your permission."

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Harry said quickly, before setting his eyes on the parchment.

what?Harry glanced at it casually, feeling a little familiar; after another glance, he realized that the parchment was his own charm homework.He quickly recalled: "Yes, it is my experience."

"It's very practical." Hermione praised, but hesitated a bit, "Did you read it from a book? I mean, it looks very special, it doesn't look like it was found by chance..."

"..." Did you find it from a book?Harry, who was used to this spell, remained silent and tried hard to think.

But Hermione misunderstood, she said a little unnaturally: "Well - I don't mean anything else, in fact, your grades are better than mine every time, I'm not doubting you - no, anyway, if this is If you figure it out by yourself, you are amazing."

"Thank you." Harry replied reflexively.

Then neither of them spoke.

Draco and Il were still arguing, and Crabbe and Goyle were giggling behind Draco's back.Harry and Hermione watched the scene together, and after a while, Hermione said, "Ravens, can you answer a question?"

"What?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.At least getting along with Hermione was unnatural, but it wasn't too bad until now, was it?

"Why did you keep going to Potter's date?" At this point in the conversation, Hermione's arrogance gradually returned, and her tone became a little more aggressive, "You know he's playing tricks on you! Every Gryffin Most people think you are a joke!"

Harry didn't answer Hermione's question first, but asked, "He said this in Gryffindor?"

"In a downright ostentatious tone," Hermione said dismissively.

"Well...it's not that unexpected." Harry smiled wryly, and then looked at Il who was so focused on arguing with Draco that he didn't notice it at all.

As for Draco, even though it was only for a moment, Harry, who met his eyes, understood that Draco had been paying attention to him, and noticed everything worth noting.

"Can you tell me? If it's not convenient—" said Hermione.

"No, no, it's not inconvenient." Harry interrupted Hermione, scratching his hair and pondering for a while, "I know it was a joke (Hermione muttered disapprovingly), and I know Potter wouldn't In the past, but..." He bowed his head for a moment, then smiled.

This is a refreshing and bright smile, without any haze.

"I'm still looking forward to it."

"For this expectation that belongs to me, I am willing to work hard for it, that's all." Harry said.

Hermione frowned: "I don't quite understand, but if that's what you think." She didn't comment anymore, but said dissatisfiedly, "Potter is such a bastard."

Harry's expression was a little weird - why did the phrase 'Potter' that came out of the mouth of his former friend seem to be talking about himself so much?

"Also," the brunette witch turned her face to Harry, her face flushed a little, she seemed a little shy, "Ravens, maybe... we can do homework together in the future? I mean, your homework Very well written."

How did Harry feel when he heard these words all of a sudden?

He just felt that a tempting big pie suddenly fell from the sky, and this pie hit him right on the head, saving him from even moving.

This completely unexpected surprise made Harry unable to tell for a moment whether he felt more 'surprised' or more 'joyed' at this time, he stammered, and even wondered if he had heard it wrong: "That - of course, very happy, Hermione!" He said, still a little uneasy, "Can I call you that?"

"Of course, Harry." Hermione laughed happily. "I'm glad to be friends with you--I actually hated you at first, I don't know what I thought at the time, you obviously excellent!"

"By the way," Hermione tossed her long, unkempt hair, and squinted at Il, who had been arguing with Draco back and forth, "Potter asked me to tell you that after the curfew at night, he will be in Slater. Lin waited for you outside the lounge, he told me that he wanted to apologize and explain to you. And if you don’t go, he will wait until dawn.” She gloated and laughed: “I bet he won’t dare to use owl again in the future A letter for you. See you next time, Harry, then."

After finishing speaking, Hermione hugged a large pile of books and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge. When she passed two people who were so quarrelsome that they almost started fighting, she didn't give anyone any face and murmured impatiently. He proudly raised his head and walked away.

She didn't know how important the words she just said just to follow her feelings and thoughts were to the blue-eyed boy behind her.

Even at this moment, the blue-eyed boy behind her didn't fully understand.

The little brown-haired witch came and left quickly.Harry's attention was once again attracted by Draco and Il - obviously, the current situation is that Draco has the upper hand, the gray-blue platinum boy looks at ease, within a few words, Not only all kinds of sarcasm are used, but also various rhetorical techniques such as analogy and irony are not used.

On the other hand, Il was blushing and dizzy, and almost drew out his wand.

Harry was a little helpless, he looked at the late morning sky, and then coughed in a fake way: "Well, Draco, I heard the professor's footsteps."

In an instant, the noisy corridor was instantly quiet.

After more than ten seconds of silence—maybe it was just a few breaths—Il was the first to react. He glared at Draco, snorted heavily, and didn't know whether he was threatening or disdainful, and then said nothing, Glancing at Harry, he turned and left.

Draco responded with a sneer, he adjusted his clothes habitually, returned to Harry's side, and said with a gleeful smile: "Potter has already deducted 150 points for Gryffindor these two days, and there is no one in Gryffindor." Started to reject him, he would not dare to be caught by the professor to deduct points."

Just as Harry was about to speak, the two of them heard the sound of "slap, slap" footsteps coming from behind the corridor.

Harry and Draco looked at each other.Draco said hesitantly, "Uh...the professor really came?"

Harry looked at him speechlessly: "How could I hear the professor coming from the sound of footsteps?"

While talking, the footsteps got closer and closer, and the owner of the footsteps also turned around the corner: "Draco... well, Ravens is here too."

Both Harry and Draco breathed a sigh of relief - it was this year's Slytherin prefect who came.

Draco nodded towards the other party, cold and polite: "Prefect."

"There's a meeting tonight." The prefect who came over said succinctly to Draco, regardless of Draco's weird expression, he turned to Harry and said, "Professor Snape asked you to go to his office now."

Then Harry's expression became strange.

The Slytherin prefects were coming and going, and there was obviously a lot to do.

Harry and Draco stood in place, looking at each other. For a moment, it was Harry who spoke first: "...This shouldn't be made by Polyjuice Potion."

"I believe." Draco rolled his eyes in a disreputable manner, "But why have you been going to Professor Snape's office so often lately? You won't offend him, right?"

Harry remained silent.Xin said that she did not offend him, but offended him and offended Dafa.He sighed: "It's almost time, so prepare separately?"

Draco nodded: "Shall I talk to Professor Snape sometime?"

"Speak to Professor Snape?" Harry repeated, sarcastically out of frustration.

Draco's face suddenly became a little strange. He first looked behind Harry, and then turned to Harry. He hurriedly opened his mouth to say something, but it was too late——Harry put on a sarcasm and lowered his voice. , raised his eyebrows, and imitated Snape's tone and said, "Oh, I suspect it's useless."

"Ha, Harry..." Draco stammered, finally forcing his voice out of his throat.

Harry was a little puzzled: "Why...?" Before he finished speaking, a low voice came from behind: "Then, I appreciate your understanding of your professor, dear Mr. Ravens."

Approaching distance in silence

aha?Harry stared blankly at Draco.

Draco looked at Harry silently, without saying a word, his face full of horror.

So Harry froze in place, trying to face the ensuing tragedy with a negative attitude—it was a pity that Snape didn't condone Harry.Standing five steps behind Harry and Draco, Snape crossed his arms and said with a smirk, "This is Mr. Ravens's courtesy? ——When you see the professor."

This kind of tone...

Harry begged Draco with eyes.

Draco moved his body uncomfortably, couldn't bear to refuse, coughed dryly and said, "Professor..."

"Draco," Snape interrupted Draco with a worried face, he said almost menacingly, "you know what I hate the most - now, shut up."

Draco froze suddenly.After a helpless glance at Harry, he smiled flatteringly at Snape, took a step back as if to draw a line, and looked around like a statue.

Harry glared at Draco, accusing him of being disrespectful with his eyes, but there was nothing he could do, so he turned around anxiously, raised a flattering smile exactly like Draco's, and stammered, explaining: "Well, Professor Snape, I It wasn't intentional, uh, I mean I didn't mean it at all, I just..."

Snape glanced at Harry, didn't listen to Harry's explanation at all, and strode forward.

Harry was stunned, and the words in his mouth stopped for a while, but before he could understand or reflect anything, Snape, who had just walked a few steps, turned around again, with an impatient expression on his face: "Mr. Ravens, with Come on. I don't think you'll forget that I called you to the office I just found out a few minutes ago?"

"..." Harry dared not say that he really didn't remember it, "that - no, I haven't forgotten, Professor."

Snape's face paled slightly, and he took the lead to move forward. After drawing a sharp arc in mid-air, the robe fell down unusually docilely, only slightly undulating when the master walked, revealing a rare softness.

...Is it because Professor Snape walked slower than usual this time?Harry, who obediently followed behind Snape, pondered a little idly.It's really rare, his figure is always in my memory...

always what?

Harry paused.

It is always dark, symbolizing roughness, indifference, and all negative emotions.

——But in fact, he is also so soft.

- so soft.

Speechless all the way.

When the two walked into the cellar office one after the other, Snape waved his wand to light the fireplace, and motioned for Harry to sit down on the chair before going to sit on the chair behind his big desk.

Then, he began to examine Harry—yes, it was an examination.

Snape leaned back in his chair, folded his hands on the table, and stared directly at Harry's face, thoughtful.

Harry was a little awkward: "Well, Professor, why did you call me here? If...if it's about yesterday's..."

"The one from yesterday?" Snape said.

"Yeah, that one yesterday," said Harry, smiling awkwardly and apologetically at Snape, "I was a little out of my wits yesterday, so I said something that wasn't - well-timed - and I... …I'm very sorry."

"Excuse me?" Snape seemed to like repetition.

"That's right." Having said this, Harry was already a little bit broken, and he was weak, "I'm sorry, I must have been dizzy yesterday to say that, if it brings trouble to you, the professor—"

"Actually," Snape interrupted Harry unceremoniously, he was mean and indifferent, "your existence has already troubled me."

Sure enough, the same as before, no mercy at all.

Harry, who was shot in the heart by an arrow, expressed grief and anger in his heart. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when Snape raised his eyebrows and said impatiently: "Okay, I don't want to waste time listening to your nothing. I'm sorry—we're talking about your body." He simply said, "I think Mr. Ravens can bear it, and he shouldn't pretend to have amnesia like a fool who can escape, and then tell me you don't You know what I'm saying, don't you?"

Harry grinned at Snape's usual venomous tongue: "Yes, I actually understand my body, it's not very well, if that's the question you want to ask sir."

"It's very bad," Snape corrected.

Harry shrugged indifferently and agreed.

Snape then went on, and Fang