When the savior is no longer the savior

It's the same, direct and forceful: "Then, Mr. Ravens should be able to understand that your body needs healing, magic and potions—then, come to me to learn potions three days a week, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nights, and there will be a lot of benefits for you." Question?"

"No..." As soon as the word slipped out of Harry's mouth, Harry realized what Snape had just said, and he was shocked - even more shocked than when he found out that he and Hermione could become friends again: " Study potions, three days a week?"

"Mr. Ravens has a question?" Snape's tone was clearly not very good - or rather, really bad.

"Of course I have doubts!" ​​Harry didn't fear Snape this time, he frowned and said quickly, even straightened his shoulders and leaned forward slightly because of this, "Why? Professor Snape, this is my There is no need for you to get involved in things—it has nothing to do with you!"

Snape pursed his lips, staring at Harry with his own dark eyes.

Harry didn't dodge.

After a while, Snape relaxed his body, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was indifference and indifference on his face, as well as some kind of displeasure and impatience: "I think you may have misunderstood, Mr. Ravens, The reason I did this was nothing more than the basic professional ethics of being a professor—the things you let me know are really difficult. If it is possible," he paused for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he didn't even notice complex, "...I really wish I didn't know anything."

He drew his tone, not afraid to show his deep-seated malice to another person in the office.

"..." This was Harry who had experienced chest tightness for a while.He was a little frustrated and morose, "Oh, Professor, you can do nothing, I really don't mind at all - at all -."

Snape smiled -- unbelievably, but it was a smile, appreciative and appreciative, not a smirk, not just a twist of lips dry with anger or boredom -- but the smile went on like The remaining snow and morning dew under the scorching sun melted without a trace, so quickly that the other person in this room didn't notice it at all.

"Do nothing? That's not too much of a problem." Snape said, putting one hand on the corner of his lips, and tapped the other rhythmically on the table, "It's about a The students' lives really don't have to be up to me, maybe Mr. Ravens would prefer me to tell our headmaster about it, your dear and trusted Professor Dumbledore?"

There was a sarcasm in his voice, but Harry didn't catch it - he had indeed always been trusting and close to Dumbledore.

Snape paused for a moment, and then his tone became more dangerous: "Of course, I can't interfere with what the headmaster does. Or a kind old man will understand Mr. Ravens' feelings and try his best to save his life." Life? Or, a kind old man with a head full of sweets," he said disdainfully, "will let Mr. Ravens pack up and leave Hogwarts to live his safer and more meaningful life?"

Harry froze suddenly.

Yes, Dumbledore, what would that old man think after knowing his physical condition?After all, he really didn't seem to be that suitable for studying in the wizarding world-if he was the golden boy before, the savior before, Harry was 100% sure that Dumbledore would not give up on himself, no matter how difficult the situation was.

But he is no longer.

He is just a student, the one who is not particularly conspicuous among all the students.And Dumbledore is the headmaster, the headmaster of the entire Hogwarts, he has no reason and no need to spend energy and time helping a student solve a problem.

Yes, yes, Dumbledore is a kind and just old man. He is committed to protecting the interests of Muggles and Muggle-born wizards. He was also willing to guarantee the admission of Remus, who was a werewolf, and trusted those with giant blood. Hagrid, but myself—can I get this favor too?

In this situation?

Harry wasn't sure.He only found that at some point, he no longer dared to gamble.

...and the fact that it was even more painful than Dumbledore's reluctance to help him.

"Professor..." Under the pale light, Harry sat slumped on the chair, his hands and feet were weak, his face was as pale as a terminally ill person due to weakness, "You can't do this..." He murmured and repeated, suddenly I thought of many people and things, but I didn't know what I remembered.

——Those things seem to have been too long, too long.

"You can't do this, Hogwarts, Hogwarts..." His lips trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his voice was tense due to choking, "I have everything..."

All that's left is all that can be saved.

Snape was not moved by Harry's rare display of pain.There was a cold light in his deep black eyes: "I think, as your professor, I don't need you to teach me what I can and cannot do."

The office fell into suffocating silence.

Snape didn't seem to be affected at all, he waited for a while, then nodded: "Then I assume we have reached a consensus - three days a week, come to me to study potions. In addition, in order to prevent Mr. Ravens from having some This is an unnecessary misunderstanding, I, your professor, have something to say beforehand: If you fail to meet my requirements during your studies, no matter what sabotage or sabotage you dare to do, I will expel you immediately—and future For seven years, you don't have to think about getting any guidance from me. And, I hope Mr. Ravens can understand that I teach you potions for your body, and this is the most benevolent relationship between a professor and a student So, if Mr. Ravens still expects me to spend extra time and energy to pay attention to and solve your minor problems in your body," he twisted the corners of his lips to show a smirk, "then—I'm afraid it will make you deeply disappointed."

Although the pain caused by Dumbledore just now was hopeless, it came and went quickly. Harry had already broken free from the mire of no air and sunlight, and was trying to understand what Snape really meant—no matter what. How to put it, the other party looks very different today... Uh, so good that it is very different.

"Professor Snape..." Harry said, but he didn't know what he wanted to say.

Snape ignored it.This 31-year-old man is in the golden age of his life, but he does not have the high spirits that people of this age should have—yes, even in this world, he is gloomy and withdrawn, walking alone, and the corners of his lips are drawn down And the premature nasolabial folds between the eyebrows, which represent sternness, make him look mean and unflattering.And in fact, he's a mean guy, too.

However, such a person...

"Also, given your particularities," Snape said coldly, "I think even as a child, Mr. Ravens should understand the future he wants, right?"

"Professor?" Harry lowered his voice, his expression was a little strange, as if he was asking Snape, but also as if he was only talking to himself.

Snape's voice was concise and powerful: "Your plans! Your plans for the future - what kind of life do you want to live, what kind of things do you want to pursue, I assume, Mr. Ravens, who is more special than anyone else Already have an idea, have you?"

"...Yes, Professor, I've thought about it and made sure." Harry's expression became even weirder.

Snape finally seemed somewhat satisfied, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. "I'm good at potions and dark arts - I hope you don't scream at me like those mindless brats that black arts are evil," he said to Harry threatened, "I'll teach you about potions, about the dark arts... If you're interested and show enough talent, I'll try to think about it. Or maybe you have other ideas—such as healing magic or Regarding the spells, I will try to contact you, but just try, and you have to pay for my efforts—let me remind you, if you want me to teach you black magic, you have to pay for it—for I brew all kinds of potions."

"Then," it was getting late, Snape leaned back in his chair, ending tonight's conversation, "today is Saturday, and next Tuesday begins. You can go back, Mr. Ravens."

"Professor," Harry interjected at last, "that's why you asked me here to tell me this?"

Snape looked at Harry with an uncomfortable look - as if disgusted, but also as if disgusted: "If Mr. Ravens's mind is only like this, I am very happy from the bottom of my heart - I am easy You can be freed from the above unnecessary labor.”

Facing Snape's unfriendly attitude, Harry tried his best to remain serious, but he held back and burst out laughing.

Snape seemed taken aback, and his eyes suddenly became dangerous: "Mr. Ravens, can I understand your current behavior to mean that you are laughing at me—your professor?"

"No, no!" Harry quickly defended, "I didn't mean that—absolutely not, you have to trust me, Professor!"

"Believe it?" Snape repeated, looking at Harry: "In that case, get out and don't make me say it a third time!"

"Cough, okay...then I'll go first, Professor." Harry said, he stood up, his expression was still a bit weird, and the corners of his lips had an inconspicuous but real curvature.

So Snape's face became even uglier, and he said impatiently: "Come on—Mr. Ravens, you are worse than the idiots I usually teach!"

That's such a person.

A sullen and mean bastard.

A greasy old bat who doesn't get people to thank him for his good deeds.

A person to trust.

"Thank you," Harry said softly suddenly.

Snape's face darkened, but this time, Harry didn't let Snape speak, he clasped his hands together, and continued quickly and clearly: "Thank you, Professor, really, thank you very much this time You... you almost saved me."

"I—" He sat up straight, leaned over, lowered his head, and covered all the complexities in his eyes: "—I am very grateful."

Whether in the past or now.

At the end, when Harry walked out of Snape's cellar alive for a long time and approached the Slytherin common room, he still recalled Snape's last face—it was so wonderful !

It could no longer be described with pure anger or disgust, Snape's expression was as if he had swallowed a slug alive.He stared at him fiercely, his fingers turned white on the door frame, as if he wanted to tear him apart with his eyes, and seemed to expect to take back all - every word - that he had said before, but in the end, The Potions Master, who was obviously speechless with his anger, didn't say anything, and just slammed the cellar door loudly in front of him.

A smile appeared on Harry's face - he felt as if he had found a way to get along with Snape: how easy it was!All he needs to do is expose his good intentions, which he hides through sarcasm and sarcasm, to the sun... Aha, this fearsome and aggressive snake king will turn into anger, and then drive people out viciously. ——

Harry's train of thought was suddenly interrupted.

A pair of hands from the corner stretched out from the shadows, quickly and irresistibly pulling Harry into the corner in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Harry staggered backwards, and when he hit those arms hard, the wand in his sleeve had already fallen into his palm—at the same moment, he had turned his wrist and pointed the tip of the wand at the hand that came from the shadow. the master.

There was still a warm smile on his face that was too late to change.

His voice was calm and cold:

"Petrificus - (All Petrificus)"

Then at the same moment, the exclamation sounded:

"Harry!—"

The thunder that exploded in silence

Seeing the figure clearly at the moment of shock, Harry was taken aback. The wand, which was pointing straight ahead, shook violently to the right. Subtle traces.

"Il?" A deep anger appeared on Harry's face, and his voice raised uncontrollably, "Why didn't you just stop me? Do you know that if I used God just now—"

The scene of Draco lying on the ground covered in blood in the fifth grade suddenly appeared clearly in his mind—that look, that look...

Once again, Harry felt the cold from the heart to the stomach, and then convulsed and convulsed almost nauseatingly.

His face was very ugly.

"Uh, Harry, I'm sorry..." Il, with the cat in the corner, didn't ignore the word Harry had just yelled in a panic - yes, that's right, 'Il', not 'Potter' ——He was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, he just coughed and apologized, "I was a little anxious just now, and—"

"And what? What else do you want to say, Potter?" Harry's voice was tense and cold, coming from the turbulent anger in his heart.

It was only at this moment that Il realized that something was wrong with Harry. He looked at the gloomy face of the person opposite, a little surprised, and even more at a loss—Harry is angry?But he hasn't done anything yet—well, he hasn't even planned to do anything himself, wait, no, that's not the problem, the problem is why is Harry angry?

You know, even if he was such a bastard before, the person in front of him who has been pampering him has never even frowned at him except for the incident in the Forbidden Forest...

Wait, wait!Il, you are wrong to think like this!Er suddenly woke up.Harry is not obliged to pamper you all the time, you are not someone to him, and you have been brusquely rejecting him all the time, so... So his current attitude is because he is getting bored with you?

The alarm bells were ringing in Il's heart, and he smiled flatteringly at Harry: "Well, ha... Ravens, are you angry?" He swallowed, trying to explain, "Well, I already asked Gryffindor to buckle It's 150 points, I can't reduce the gems anymore, uh, so I can't appear directly in front of Slytherin, you know, Slytherin and Gryffindor are hostile to each other..."

Harry didn't make a sound, but his face looked better.

Il looked at Harry, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and then stated his purpose: "Harry, I told Granger to tell you that he would come to see you at night..."

Harry remembered this, but when Il said this, he remembered another thing at the same time: "About labor services, I will mention it to Professor Snape, but it's almost curfew, so tomorrow morning- —Is it okay?" He politely asked Il for his opinion.

Yi Er was speechless. At this moment, he personally experienced what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

Il's silence misunderstood Harry again, and he said, "Then I'll—"

"No, no, it's okay, it doesn't matter tomorrow," Il interrupted Harry hastily, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing again, "No, that, in fact, I mean it's okay not to say?"

"'It's okay if you don't say it?'?" Harry was puzzled by the last questioning tone of the other party.

"..." Yi Er really had the heart to beat himself, he found tragically that the god of luck has really been far away from him today, otherwise, what could be wrong?

"Actually," Il tried to straighten his tongue and cleared his throat, "I mean, it doesn't matter if you don't tell Professor Snape about it."

In fact, Harry really didn't understand what Il meant, so he asked directly: "Potter, what do you want to say?"

Potter again.Damn Potter.

Il muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart: "I mean," he had no face to say that I suddenly think you are very good, so let's work and serve together happily, so he only coughed twice, awkwardly, "You went to the Forbidden Forest to save me..."

Harry froze for a moment, his expression was a little unnatural, because he remembered the conversation he heard in the morning: "That—"

"Harry!" Il suddenly felt blessed, he quickly interrupted Harry, and called Harry's name clearly and directly, "I'm very sorry—and thank you very much."

He looked at Harry, his eyes were bright and clear for the first time, and the brilliance was strikingly similar to the green eyes of the other master: "I think, I owe you a 'sorry' and a 'thank you' '."

The little one hid in a dark corner and was quiet for a while.

Il, who didn't get a response, gradually became uneasy: "Ha...Harry?"

There was a soft chirp, and the small corner suddenly lit up, making the anxiety and surprise on Il's face clearly displayed in front of Harry.

Harry withdrew his wand, his eyes bright and strange, with obvious joy, but not quite joy.

And it seems... There is still some comfort?Earl thought blankly.

"No." Harry's voice sounded, this child who looks very thin has a good voice, obviously not lacking in strength, but it is soft and gentle like scratching the bottom of your heart with a feather - just like Just like his appearance, he looks so weak that he needs someone to take care of him, but in fact, the smile he occasionally raises is so bright and dazzling that people can't help but try to get close to him for shelter.

Il trembled for a moment at his outlandish thoughts and that piercing voice, he shook his head, and heard Harry continue in a pleasant voice: "--it's not a big deal, you don't have to worry about it .”

Harry is in a good mood right now, okay?

Il looked at Harry and summoned up his courage: "Harry, what happened before—"

"Huh? That's nothing, it's over." Harry was a little strange, he thought El had finished speaking.

"It's nothing?" Even though he knew that those things really couldn't be summed up in a sentence of 'nothing', Il was shamefully relieved from the bottom of his heart. He coughed twice, cheekily, "Since those things are over, then We—Harry, you can call me Il."

"Huh?" Harry subconsciously uttered a questioning syllable.

A little blush appeared on Yier's face, and he continued to speak nervously and quickly, his heart even playing happy notes because of the speculation about the happy ending.

—Harry pampered him all the time.

—Harry would never turn him down.

—They will be friends, very good friends.

——Like James and Sirius, one year, two years, ten years, 20 years.

——Never deviate from it.

His eyes were bright and his smile was cheerful:

"I mean - can we still be friends, Harry?"

Then, he saw that the same joy on the face of the blue-eyed boy a few steps away froze at this moment.

So a moment becomes eternity.

"Harry?" The voice that came suddenly cut through the air that seemed to be condensed in this small corner like a sharp knife.

Draco stood outside the corner, frowning at Il and Harry: "What are you doing here? Harry, curfew is coming soon."

Feeling confused and wronged, Il, who was undoubtedly in the worst mood, fought back almost viciously: "What do we have to do with you here? You can't be quieter, don't show off your shiny feathers like a fool With your dad, Malfoy!"

Draco was taken aback, flushed on his pale face, he sneered, "Potter, you—"

"Draco." Harry, who had been silent all this time, prepared Draco's words.

Draco turned to Harry with anger, his tone was rather blunt: "What are you trying to say, Harry? Fight?"

"...no," said Harry, "Draco, let's go," and he had a look of exhaustion on his face, which seemed to overwhelm all other emotions in him, making him Looks weak and sluggish.He repeated, "Let's go...it's almost curfew."

Draco sensitively sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't say anything, and restrained his anger for a moment: "Okay, Harry."

However, Il was not willing to end like this - such an unreasonable and inexplicable ending.He raised his voice at Harry with even greater anger: "Hey, wait, Harry, give me an answer! — even if you don't want to agree, if you don't want to forgive, at least give me an answer! Don't make me— —” He wanted to say don’t let me wait hopelessly, but suddenly remembered his “innocuous” joke a few days ago.

Yes, harmless joke.

He didn't do anything, even made it clear that it was a joke - he just told him to wait.

He just let him wait hopelessly.

again and again.

El's anger subsided unconsciously.He suddenly felt weak and powerless, for the first time since he was born.He stuck out his tongue and licked his parched lips, summoned up the remaining courage, and called to Harry who had already turned around.

He thought his voice was loud enough, but after the voice he yelled reached his ears, he realized that his voice was not even louder than the kitten's meowing.

Fortunately, however, Harry heard it and stopped for it.

"Harry," said Il, his voice dry and difficult, "you, are you, not going to..." Forgive me?When I recognize and try to undo my mistake?

His lips moved, but he didn't have the courage to say those words after all.At this moment, he even hoped that Harry would just turn his back and refuse him like this, or just leave in silence—as long as that was the case, even if he had to wait impatiently, he could still tell himself, Harry was there for some reason, for some other reason , Only those who reject themselves will not answer themselves.

Harry turned around, however.

He looked directly at Il, all the exhaustion and weakness just now dissipated, and nothing remained, as if it had never appeared before.He spoke aloud, his voice was as calm as his expression, so calm that it was as if a mask had been placed on his face.

"Potter." Harry paused for a moment, his voice was a little low, his eyes dimmed for some reason, and were no longer as bright as usual, "I think that word will no longer exist between us."

Il trembled, he tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and still tried to work hard unwillingly: "Even if I realize the mistake? Even if I am willing, try to make up for it?" He clenched his hands into fists, stretched out his weak and With a vaguely pleading smile, "Harry, I thought I was weird before... I'm really sorry, give me a chance, okay?"

He asked cautiously, "Harry?"

Harry was silent for several minutes.Then he looked at Il.

"Potter." He said softly, the eyes that fell on Il's face seemed to drift away for a moment because of distraction, and then fixed on Il's face again, watching very intently, as if wanting to focus on the person in front of him Firmly engraved in the bottom of my heart, "Some things - these things - have passed, and they can't come back. This time, I'm afraid I really..."

"No." Yi Er weakly stopped.

"—really, it's too late," Harry finished softly.

Then, he turned and left without stopping.

Draco followed Harry.This small corner suddenly became empty.The previous light magic continued, but it could no longer bring any warmth and light to Il who was standing still.

El closed his eyes.

Harry was so good to him.

Harry had always been so nice to him.

But why, why, when he wanted to reach out, everything was gone?

Like flowers in a mirror and moon in water, there is no trace left.

Time passed the curfew slowly and quickly, and Draco followed Harry in the direction of the lounge. They walked slowly but seemed to be lucky, until both of them entered the lounge without being patrolled. Professor or Filch found out.

Harry walked silently to his room at the end of the corridor, accompanied by Draco even though his room wasn't there.

"Harry," Draco finally couldn't hold back when the two reached the end of the corridor one after the other, "are you all right?" he asked worriedly.

Harry didn't answer for a moment, he pressed his forehead against the wall, and it took a while to turn his head and smile, but he couldn't stop laughing halfway through: "I'm fine... I really want to say that." He said softly, I pulled the corners of my lips again, but still couldn't pull out a smile, "But I'm very sad. Draco, I'm sorry, but..."

"But," said Harry hoarsely, "I can barely breathe..."

"Harry...?" Draco looked bewildered, apparently not knowing how to deal with the situation.

Harry wasn't expecting reassurance from Draco.He leaned his body against the wall to prevent himself from slipping, and covered his face with his hands: "Okay, nothing special, Draco, I just figured out something... It's late, don't you go to rest ?"

Draco looked like he was about to say something.

But Harry interrupted him, and he said weakly but persistently: "I'm tired too, Draco." He looked at Draco who was still hesitating and worried, and smiled after a moment of silence: "No Something's up, Draco. I'm really hurting, I'm expecting to escape, expecting to know nothing, even..." His throat rolled up and down, "I wish nothing happened, I never promised... But, It will continue tomorrow."

There is tiredness and pain on his face, but also tenacity:

"Draco, it will continue tomorrow—me too."

This sentence made Draco give up his plan to work hard on things he was not good at, and he nodded slightly: "Then, I'll go back first——If you have anything to discuss with me, we are friends, Harry."

Harry didn't speak, just nodded to show that he understood.

Draco then left too.

The silent corridor was empty, and the wind blowing from nowhere was blowing in strands, scattered and gathered, and then blew into the clothes from all directions, and penetrated into the flesh and blood.

Harry, who was leaning against the wall, finally couldn't take it anymore, and slowly sat down on the ground.

The traces that suddenly appeared on his body contacted Yi Er's attitude at this time, and finally got a perfect explanation.

This is a warning, or just an exchange of equivalents.

——The price of "happiness".

How fair.

How harsh.

The boy who slid on the ground buried his face in his palm, and the silence was like a sculpture standing in ancient times.

In the dark night, fate hides in the shadows, drifting away from the world, silent in silent peeping.

under the twinkling stars

Waking up as usual, everyone in Hogwarts found that the world had changed—oh, maybe it couldn’t be said that the world had changed, but at least the relationship between two people had changed dramatically.

There is no doubt that these two people are Harry Ravens of Slytherin and Il Potter of Gryffindor.

The little animals at Hogwarts found it interesting that Ravens, who tried to make friends with Potter despite not shying away from school disputes, and who remained unyielding despite Potter's repeated rude rejections, suddenly began to avoid Potter; Vince's Potter, who seemed to be looking at an enemy, suddenly reversed his previous distaste for him, and tried to get close to him at various times and in various ways, let alone avoiding any school disputes—he even went to Hogwarts. The professors don't care.

"Bo, Mr. Potter," Quirrell stammered while holding a book in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, "You, you can sit down, I, I don't need..."

"No, professor," Il stood up straight, and said loudly, "In fact, I have deep doubts about this spell. So I hope to be your assistant to deepen my understanding of the spell."

Ron, who was sitting next to Il, muttered softly: "Hey, who was it last night who said that this spell is so simple that it is an insult to people's IQ?"

Il quietly glanced at Harry and Draco who were about to go up, then glared at Ron, threatening the other party not to talk nonsense with his eyes.

Ron shrugged his shoulders: "Aren't you afraid that Professor Quirrell will replace Ravens instead of Malfoy?"

Il froze for a moment, and then, as if it should be the same as Ron's guess, Quirrell, who seemed a little happy, stammered: "Then, then, Mr. Ravens, you let-"

"Wait, wait, professor!" Seeing that the matter was really hit by Ron's crow's mouth, Elton was in a hurry, and hurriedly planned what Quirrell said, "I think Ravens' ability is better !"

Draco's unkind eyes immediately shot to Il.

Il stared back provocatively, and then continued to try to fool the professor: "So I feel that if Ravens is on stage to help, it should be easier for me to learn... er, no, I can definitely learn!" He said with a determined look Said in a tone.

"..." This is the little snake and lion in the classroom.

"..." This is Quirrell and Harry Draco.

"...(hahahahahahaha)" This is Ron next to Il.

"Then, then." Maybe because there was not much time and he was worried that Il would mess around, Quirrell finally compromised, "Then Potter, you come up and go with Ravens."

Draco's face darkened suddenly, he wanted to say something, but was pulled away by Harry beside him.

"Forget it, it's only a few minutes." Harry spoke directly to Draco, without any intention of avoiding Il who had already walked up.

So Yi Er, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly collapsed.

Draco turned his anger into joy, he glanced at Il triumphantly, and Shi Shiran sat down again.

Earl and Ravens walked to the podium together.

Quirrell signaled the two to start directly.

Harry silently raised his wand, but Il obviously didn't want to do this, he quickly jumped to the other side before Harry shot the spell--it has to be said, although Harry was the first to make this movement Yes, but after so much time, Il obviously took it a step further.

"Hey, Harry!" El quietly cast the Silencing Charm, "give me a reason, a real reason," he called, "don't tell me you're mad at me for what happened before! Before we said 'be friends', we were fine! You didn't get angry with the acromantula at all because of what happened to me before! Why did you reject me? Are you worried about something?"

Harry was no longer silent, his face was slightly ugly: "...I'm not angry? I don't know what made you have such an illusion, but in fact, you don't think the things you did are worthy of anger?"

Il's face was also ugly, and he yelled angrily: "Harry Ravens——"

Harry didn't give him a chance to continue, and he hit Il with the correct spell first, and then lifted the Silencing Charm: "Professor, I think it's over - Potter is doing well."

He spoke dryly, turned and returned to his seat after getting Quirrell's permission.

Quirrell then waved his wand to undo the curse for Il: "Bo, Mr. Potter, have you learned it?"

Il's face was livid: "Oh, yes, Professor, I learned it, what Ravens taught—" He was in a bad mood, and he waved his wand and hit the spell on the ground as if venting his anger, "—that's great!"

Quirrell seemed very relieved: "Then, then, Mr. Potter, you, you sit back too."

For the next time, although no one was making trouble anymore, the whole class was shrouded in a strange atmosphere, even Draco, who was not the party involved, could feel the gaze projected from his surroundings from time to time, just sitting next to Harry.His face darkened, and he muttered with obvious displeasure: "These first graders are really annoying."

"We are also in the first grade." Harry replied with a smile, but there was not much joy in his eyes.

Draco squinted at Harry, and was about to say something when he saw Quirrell on the podium close the textbook: "Well, then, today's lesson ends here, next time I, we will explain how to deal with giant monsters .”

"That smelly thing?" the little platinum nobleman muttered, showing a tangled and disgusted expression.

Harry shrugged: "It's probably just a theoretical understanding."