When the savior is no longer the savior

. "

However, as soon as the words fell, Quirrell's voice followed, and he said retortingly: "I, I will, I will bring a giant monster over, over here, you, you can look, look, outside the cage, the cage." look at it-"

Harry was dumbfounded.

The little nobleman with platinum hair was even more tangled.

But the other students in the classroom buzzed and started a lively discussion.

Quirrell didn't say anything more, it was time for the end of get out of class - he took his textbook and walked out quickly.

The other students also packed up their things and stood up, walking out in twos and threes.Harry and Draco walked out between the Slytherins, but before they actually walked out of the classroom, Il's voice chased up from behind: "Harry, Harry, wait!"

Draco's face changed from sunny to rainy: "Potter, what are you trying to pester Harry for?"

Il, who ran up, shot back quickly and decisively: "Come on, Malfoy, it's Harry I'm pestering, not you, what are you talking about?"

A faint blush appeared on Draco's face: "Oh, Potter, I have to say - what kind of person are you? Harry wanted to get close to you before, but you refused in every possible way; now that Harry has left, you He chased after him with a shameless face, could it be—”

"Of course it's because I've already regretted it!" Il said loudly and quickly - after confronting for so long, Il, who had suffered enough from Malfoy, knew that the other party would not say anything good even with his knees.

In fact, Draco really didn't intend to say anything good. The plan failed, he snorted a little angrily, closed his mouth resentfully, and only turned his head to look at Harry—the blue-eyed boy was looking behind Il, slightly frown.

Draco's face was not very good.

Il, whose attention was attracted by Draco at the beginning, realized Harry's inconspicuous behavior. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that there was nothing worth noting, it was just everyone in Gryffindor. After bypassing him and leaving, the brown-eyed boy didn't think much at all, and opened his mouth with the intuition of a wild animal: "Oh, it's nothing, I deducted too many points for Gryffindor, they don't like me for a while-understandable .”

After the words fell, Yi Er himself was slightly taken aback, but this emotion turned into joy after he saw the surprised and wide-eyed eyes of the person standing in front of him.

The vague worries that had haunted Il for many days finally disappeared at this moment. He raised his face, his eyes sparkled, and he was as excited as if he had discovered a new continent: "Harry, I'm not wrong, am I?" Look, Harry, you care about me just as much—just as much as ever."

Draco twisted his nose in anger at Il's shameless words.

Harry quickly put away the redundant expression on his face, he was indifferent and a little stiff: "I don't know what you're talking about. As a Slytherin, your situation in Gryffindor has nothing to do with me—" He paused involuntarily.

Il shrugged: "'It doesn't matter'? Come on, Harry, you can't even say the whole thing directly and naturally, much worse than Malfoy (Draco on the side is not at all because of this' Praise' and happy), so you want me to believe that you suddenly hate me?" He showed a weird smile, "Well, you probably don't know, these days when I ask you to meet, although You didn't show up, and I didn't find any trace of your presence, even if there was that thing," he mumbled, "but you did, didn't you?" He laughed again, even Draco who always hated Il I also have to admit that this is indeed a bright smile that is not annoying.

Il said firmly: "You have come, Harry, you have come every time."

Harry finally spoke again: "I don't know what gave you the illusion, but if you think I'm going," he paused, then quickly continued, "You can try."

Il looked surprised and sad.

But Harry ignored it, he didn't give Il a chance to speak, he greeted Draco beside him and quickly walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom where there was no one else.

Draco shrugged, grinning maliciously at Il before following Harry.

And until they walked out of the classroom and turned a corner, they could still hear Il's shout from behind.

"Harry, I'll be waiting for you at the observatory at ten o'clock at night—"

"Ten o'clock at night, the Observatory?" Draco sneered. "He's trying to lure you into going on a night tour with him to deduct points for Slytherin, Harry. He seems to hope that this will make Gryffindor no longer Hate him? Slytherins and Gryffindors are enemies, after all."

Harry didn't speak.

Draco glanced at Harry, and changed the book to the other hand: "—Well, Harry, what you said just now can fool fool Potter," he pouted, "Actually, I think fool Potter Te won't be fooled by you—but not me." His gray-blue eyes looked directly at the person beside him, "You haven't been in the lounge these days, and you did go to Potter's appointment. "

"...Yes." This time, Harry didn't deny it.

Draco's indifferent eyes were warmed by the other party's acknowledgment: "I don't understand what you think, Harry. Although I always hate Potter," he said with a disgusted expression in cooperation, "I also Never thought he would be the right person to date - but, you liked him from the start and don't really want to get away with him now, so why say no?"

Draco calmly pointed out: "This is the result you want."

While talking, the two had come to the end of the corridor.

Harry didn't go any further, he put his hands in his pockets, leaned half against the wall, and smiled at his friend: "Yes, this is the result I've always wanted, until... until four days ago. "

Draco suddenly thought of the night he'd seen Il and Harry together outside the common room.He considered his tone and asked, "Harry, why? What happened?"

"Nothing happened," Harry said, but his expression didn't match his words - he didn't look well, or rather.He raised the corners of his lips, as if he was smiling, but his green eyes revealed the fear and fear that the master was trying to hide, as well as the pain that was so thick that it made people feel suffocated.

Draco was almost wallowing in the pain.He felt sadness and coldness rise from his chest, and his throat gradually felt as if it was filled with a hard object, which was uncomfortable, almost instinctively, and he tried to say something to get rid of this feeling-but before that, Harry had already Quickly looked away: "Draco?"

Draco woke up, and looked carefully at Harry again, only to see that the other party had covered up his emotions well. He was a little disappointed, feeling faintly that he might have missed an opportunity... However, there will always be There is a chance, isn't it?

Thinking of this, Draco calmed down and said again: "Harry, I thought we were friends."

"I thought Slytherins respected each other's privacy," Harry muttered a little disapprovingly.

"Oh, of course," Draco drawled, "Of course Slytherins know how to keep others' secrets—but Slytherins also know when to press on." It says something like 'Ask me, ask me, I want to say I want to tell you'."

Harry was dumbfounded, then laughed.His eyes were slightly bent, and the smile on the corner of his lips no longer concealed deep sorrow and pain, but it was not as bright and dazzling as usual.He said with a smile: "Well, if you must know..."

Draco smiled reservedly and smugly. He had a hunch that although he hadn't touched that spot, he was already close—very close, wasn't he?

Then he heard Harry say:

"I just suddenly discovered that if I want to be with him again, sooner or later I have to be prepared to fall into the arms of death."

"Him? - Il?" Draco was at a loss as to what Harry meant.

Harry felt a little suffocated, he took a deep breath, and silently clenched his slightly trembling hands.

He had a sudden urge—a willful urge.He wanted to tell the secret buried in his heart, and he was tired of guarding a secret that tortured him like a sharp knife all the time.

Such a secret is kept in the deepest part of his heart.

Such a secret has already pierced the softest part of his body full of holes.

He longs for understanding and comfort.

He hoped that there would be someone, at least one person, who could understand and share the burden for him.

...such a heavy and painful thing.

"Yes," Harry didn't know what expression to put on, so he could only say with a smile, "I found that as long as I was with him again, as long as I had a good relationship with him, sooner or later I would... die of an accident .”

His voice was hoarse.

This is the price.He heard a voice whispering in his ear.

You have achieved so much - so much.It's just a price, a fair price.

——Such a cruel price.

Harry's words immediately reminded Draco of acromantula, and he sneered: "Oh, oh, I agree with you about this, Potter's ability to cause trouble is hereditary." He paused, somehow All he could think of was that night a few days ago, and the emotion he felt when he met Harry's eyes just now, and he woke up suddenly-the pain was so deep that it was impossible to fake.

The smile on Draco's face slowly faded, replaced by hesitation, "Harry, are you... are you serious? You and Il, do you really have any unknown magic connection?..."

Harry looked at Draco steadily, he slowly calmed down: "I..."

Draco tensed up.

Harry burst out laughing, "Oh, Draco, don't you take it seriously? My God, I have to say, your mind is too active!" He shrugged his shoulders, expressing his helplessness, "Draco, I'm just a child in an orphanage. Before I came to Hogwarts to study, I didn't even know the wizarding world."

Draco, who was nervous, froze for a moment, and then screamed angrily, "Harry Ravens! How dare you—"

"Oh, don't be angry, Draco," Harry immediately begged for mercy, "I was wrong, but it's mainly because of you..."

The childish, childish laughter gradually faded away, and in the long corridors of Hogwarts, there was still only the sound of helpless wind passing through the hall, wandering leisurely, year after year.

As if in the blink of an eye, the sun sets, the moon rises, and a new day is about to end.

It was a quiet and beautiful night, and a crescent moon hung like a bow over the Forbidden Forest in the distance.The endless forest that stretches for thousands of miles under the night has its own majestic momentum.

Il sat on the observatory with his legs crossed. This place, which was usually crowded during class due to the lack of space, seemed extremely empty at this time.It was a bit cold at night, he leaned against the railing, humming a ditty because he was bored.Then, the sudden squeak of a mouse in the silence reminded him that the time had come.

It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Il heard slight footsteps behind him, he didn't stand up, let alone try to turn around: "Ron."

This is not an interrogative sentence.

Ron, who found it specially in the middle of the night, sat next to Il: "I see you haven't come back so late, hey, I said brother, you can't deduct points from Gryffindor anymore, they have already started to be hostile to you" He looked at Yi Er who didn't care much, scratched his hair, "...Didn't he come over?"

"It should be today." Il replied.

Ron begrudgingly said, "I don't know what the hell you two are thinking."

"Actually, I don't understand." Yil shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "He really doesn't seem to want to forgive me, but I don't know why."

"He actually had a reason to do that," said Ron pertinently, and then asked, "So what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know." Earl replied.

"Or forget it?" Ron suggested, "or wait a while before thinking about these things."

"...you don't understand, Ron," said Earl.He looked up at the night sky, the dark blue sky was dotted with stars, twinkling and twinkling was the brightest hope of the night.

"I have a hunch that if I miss this time, it will really be irretrievable...Ron." Il said.

At this moment, the boy sitting on the observatory didn't know that at the same time, the person he was waiting for was actually sitting on the bed with his knees hugged, looking at the sky outside the window.

In comparison, what that person owns, and even the sky he is looking at at this moment, are false.

Potions and Drinks

The flame of the fireplace burns quietly in the room.

It's already 08:30 on Thursday night.Half an hour ago, Harry the uneasy False Ravens Potter came to the cellar and knocked on the door of the Potions Master's office.Although he had repeatedly done psychological construction within three days of receiving the "bad news", Harry, who had been with Snape for seven years and was oppressed by him for seven years, still couldn't help but express his feelings. Trembling inside - yes, yes, if it wasn't for that last scene, if he didn't know what was buried deep in the man's memory, the Gryffindor lion would have fucked the Slytherin bat .

But unfortunately, or fortunately, he finally knew that, so he felt for a long time that he couldn't face that man, let alone confront him like he did back then, even if the other party even had that kind of relationship with him... …

Harry, whose thoughts were running wild without knowing it, was terrified by the picture that suddenly flashed into his mind, he shook his head, and hastily threw out the picture that should have been forgotten or dusty in the corner. .

"Mr. Ravens." Almost at the same moment, Snape's displeased low voice sounded from the cellar, "I think I asked you to come here to learn potions, not to be dazed or daydreaming."

Daydreaming... Harry coughed twice in embarrassment, and after throwing out the image that flashed into his mind again for some unknown reason, he whispered an apology, and then installed the cauldron in an unskilled but at least correct way The brewed potion.

Snape, who was sitting behind the desk correcting students' homework, looked suspiciously at Harry's flushed cheeks, and then stared at Harry's handling of potions with appraising eyes for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze and continued Day in and day out.

Under that substantive gaze, Harry's body was almost stiff.After a lot of difficulty, he finally felt that extremely aggressive gaze move away, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and even the movements of his hands became two points faster.

After a series of grinding and slicing, Harry methodically put various materials into the crucible, and added a few drops of the freshly brewed potion—in fact, this potion is used here—to mix and Calm the unstable solution in the crucible, and finally use the stirring rod to stir clockwise five and a half times accurately before stopping to observe the flame.

Very good, light blue, not too big, not too small, just right.

The dose of potion that is brewing now only needs to keep the heat stable.So Harry only glanced at the flames, judged that it was in line with the requirements, and then looked around idly.

Professor Snape's office was still cold and dark...huh?Seems a little warmer?Harry glanced uncertainly at the fireplace, then turned his head to look at the various glass bottles in the corner, and found that the contents contained in them were more obvious than ever before - yes, the light did brighten !

So, all of a sudden...?Harry had a weird look on his face. He still remembered the last time he came here—just three days ago—the office was still dark and cold as always.

Almost subconsciously, Harry's eyes moved to Snape who was diagonally opposite him.

In the quiet office, only the sound of flames remained, the man was hanging his head slightly, two curtains of black hair fell down, covering most of his face, and the ones piled up on the table were about half the age of Hogwarts. The parchment was piled up high, covering the left half of his body.

So all Harry, standing by the cauldron, could really see in its entirety was the pale hand holding the quill, moving back and forth across the parchment.

What will he write?For no reason, a certain curiosity suddenly arose in Harry's heart.

Is it praise - oh, he really hasn't seen anyone except Draco get this from Professor Snape; or criticism - very likely; or ridicule - which is mostly symbiotic with criticism.

What kind of sentences does he use to carry these contents?Outright swearing?Or add a lot of various adjectives and then use long sentences that can make people dizzy...?

Considering the treatment he had received in the past seven years, Harry bet on the latter without any hesitation.

No wonder it got the nickname "Greasy Old Bat".The former savior wondered.It's really because he's so unfriendly...

Still, in some ways, some of the mistakes those students made were, uh, irritating, right?What's more, as the most problematic potion... the righteous savior has wavered again.For example, like Neville, accidentally blowing up the cauldron will bring bad luck to everyone around...

Oh come on, stop denying it, Snape was unfriendly after all!cried the lion cub in Harry.

No, it's understandable, as a young and outstanding potions master, but you have to face those little ghosts who can only make mistakes that even trolls don't make-you can't ask him to be humble and polite .The snake in Harry's heart followed suit.

Then suddenly Harry woke up - wait, what was he thinking about?Does Professor Snape care what other people think of him?

Harry, who suddenly understood, felt quite depressed. He glanced at the time and found that the potion in the cauldron was still 10 minutes away. He licked his dry lips, broke the silence with a clear cough, and quickly said, "Professor , I'm a little thirsty - can I have a glass of water?"

Snape, who had always been focusing on the parchment, looked up, and Harry noticed that the other's brows were slightly furrowed—was the homework done badly?Harry's thoughts drifted involuntarily again.He thinks it's understandable, after all, it's almost Halloween, and everyone just thinks about the holiday.However, as a professor who still has to correct homework, it should not be very pleasant...

"Go and get it yourself." Snape's voice sounded suddenly, and the characteristic low-slippery voice made the unsuspecting Harry tremble slightly.

With a soft hiss, the blue-eyed boy walked to the small kitchen in the corner, poured himself a glass of water, and then looked at the man sitting outside in a black robe, who seemed to be immersed in the shadow: "Uh, professor, do you want Would you like something to drink too?"

Snape glanced lazily at Harry, "Coffee."

This glance was careless and careless. It was almost the first time that Harry subconsciously relaxed when he saw Snape's expression like this. He naturally said, "I don't think coffee is suitable for this time, Professor." He asked again , "Milk or pumpkin juice, or water like mine?"

After the words fell, both of them paused.

Harry was shocked and dazed - God knows he never dreamed of talking to Snape in this tone!

Snape was shocked and exasperated - oh, bloody brat, did he need to interfere with what he wanted to drink?

"Mr. Ravens," Snape hissed displeased from the office, "do you know what you're talking about? Or do you think I - your professor - wanted a drink and started to need yours? Approved?"

"Actually, Professor, I don't know what I'm talking about..." Under extreme shock, Harry spoke the truth very smoothly - but obviously, most people don't like to hear the truth. Pu's face became even darker after hearing Harry's "sincere" words.

Harry, the little white fake Ravens, the real Potter finally came to his senses, he twitched his mouth, which was not on the railing, a few times in grief and anger, and hurriedly pulled a flattering smile on Snape, cautiously Said: "Well, Professor, actually I didn't mean that, I mean..." He really didn't know what he meant.

Snape stared at Harry for a while, then smirked, folded his hands on his chest, and leaned back in the chair: "I'm all ears."

All of a sudden, Xiaobai's Harry suddenly became stressed. He stammered and said, "Actually, actually, I mean...uh, I mean..."

Snape didn't speak, he raised his chin slightly, and looked at Harry with deep and terrifying eyes.

The nerves in Harry's head became tighter and tighter... Suddenly, under Snape's gaze, the nerve snapped, and Harry blurted out: "Actually, my Meaning, Professor, everyone knows that drinking coffee in the evening is bad for your health."

Complete silence.

Suddenly the flames began to dance jubilantly, with a crackling sound like little explosions.

Harry gradually came back to his senses. At this moment, he was extremely clear-awake enough to realize what he had just said, and also very clear to see the expression on Snape's face.

be surprised.

Yes, amazed, blatantly and unequivocally amazed.

So when was the last time he saw Professor Snape showing such an expression?

Or, he had never seen such an expression on the other person's face?

Oh, yes, he'd actually seen it all—anger, sarcasm, even embarrassment—they were hostile back then, and it wasn't that surprising to see those expressions, was it?

But the emotion of being surprised—as if he hadn't thought about it at all, never thought that he would care about him...

Merlin, am I concerned about Professor Snape?

Harry Potter, who was disturbed by himself, was not usually entangled. He felt that his state had started to go wrong since the night—since he spent a quiet time with Professor Snape in the room.Is it because he never imagined that one day - even after he knew everything he did - he would be able to live in peace with each other?After all, there was no doubt that Snape hated a Potter...

But... well, well, whether you care about it or make a mistake, it's all good, anyway, you have said it, and you can't swallow it back.Harry thought desperately, but finally couldn't hold back, and whispered to Snape, "Well, Professor, can I take it back...?"

Snape's expression made one think he saw a troll.

So Kezi was 11 years old, but someone who was actually an adult was still embarrassed, coughed twice, tried to put on a serious look with flushed cheeks and said: "Well, that, in fact, Professor, I I still suggest you change your drink, but if you insist on coffee—”

"The third chest to your left." Snape interrupted Harry suddenly.

Harry didn't stay this time.

Thanks Merlin!He screamed aloud from the bottom of his heart, then turned and opened the locker with the speed of the best Chaser, and—

"Red wine? Professor?" Harry was a little surprised and took out a bottle of red wine that he knew was worth a lot from the first glance.

Snape responded to Harry's surprise with a snort of disdain, and he sneered, "You don't think I really need some pumpkin juice...milk?" He frowned in disgust, as if insulted by the word, " Something like this." As he said, he measured Harry's height with his eyes maliciously, "I think at present, that thing is obviously what you need, Mr. Ravens."

"Oh!" Harry, who was sobering up with a skillful uncork, wailed because of his sore foot being poked, "I will grow taller! Professor!"

"Grow taller?" Snape had a clear sneer on his face. He was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that he had actually seen the child in front of him grow taller, and... he suddenly felt a little unnatural , but the unnaturalness was of course well concealed - and almost immediately, Snape's attention was drawn to the way Harry poured the wine.

"It seems that our Mr. Ravens really has a lot of research on wine." Snape's voice was soft, with thorns in his words.

Harry, who had just finished pouring his drink and handed it to Snape, looked dazed.

Snape took the wine glass, squinted his eyes and took a sip of the dark red liquid, slightly teasing, "You are very skillful, Mr. Ravens." And he dared to get drunk five years ago!Of course, Snape gritted his teeth for the latter sentence, and only kept it in his heart.

Harry froze for a moment, looked at the wine bottle still in his hand, and then understood Snape's meaning - well, he had opened red wine many times, but even for children, this shouldn't be a bad idea. It's very strange, isn't it...?At least he could bet that Draco would too, and probably better than him.

Snape misunderstood, and he gave Harry a slow look. "I'm assuming you don't expect it from your Professor," he added, emphasizing the word 'Professor'. "Get a drink?"

Harry thought to himself that I really didn't think so, but seeing Snape's attitude, he felt that he had already been labeled as an 'alcoholic', so he said slightly dejectedly: "I don't think so, Professor."

"That's good," Snape smirked, then glanced at Harry's cauldron.

Harry knew what he meant by hearing the string, and seeing that Snape didn't seem to have any intention of asking for red wine, he put the wine bottle back into the cabinet, and then returned to the cauldron with his own water to take care of the potions.

After another ten minutes or so, the potion was ready, and Harry quickly opened the cauldron with his hands and feet, turned off the flame, and bottled it again.After a series of actions, he handed the brewed potion to Snape, and found that the other party was also processing the last homework of the students—well, a big T (troll) that tore through the parchment.

Harry mourned for that dear friend in his heart for a while, and then looked anxiously at Snape who had already taken the crystal bottle, was observing the color of the potion, and sniffing the scent lightly.

It didn't take much effort, Snape put the cap on the bottle, and said flatly, "Not bad."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.And because he couldn't hold back his joy, he smiled excitedly and happily at Snape.

After several times of getting along, Snape was no longer surprised that Harry smiled at him, but his dissatisfaction was obviously more serious. He raised his eyebrows and sneered: "If Mr. Ravens is satisfied with that alone if--"

"Of course I'm not satisfied with that, Professor." Harry said hastily.

Snape shot Harry a look, "Very well, you—"

Harry thought the other party was going to say 'you can go back', and prepared to speak, but he didn't expect that sentence to take a sly turn and become: "Have you been on good terms with Mr. Gryffindor Potter lately?"

Harry, who was about to say 'Then I'll go first', was almost choked, and he coughed twice with his face flushed: "Uh...professor, I don't understand what you mean?"

Snape slightly glanced at the corner of his mouth, with an almost sneering arc: "El Potter of Gryffindor announced everywhere today that he would wait for you on the first floor—and wait until dawn." He looked down with cold eyes On Harry's suddenly silent face, "Let me remind you, Mr. Ravens, if you want to play with Potter like play hard to get or run after me—" he said He didn't go on, because of Harry's sudden outburst of anger: "Professor Snape!" Harry's face was flushed with humiliation, and he couldn't help raising his voice, "I never - never - only Erdang brothers!"

Snape was obviously not frightened by Harry's anger, he frowned and sneered: "Oh? Mr. Ravens' IQ has made him unable to understand the rhetorical device of metaphor? Or I shouldn't have expected you to understand— — given that Mr. Ravens, despite his small talents, is obviously no better off than the little idiots I usually teach."

It was rare for him to be angry but was completely ridiculed once. Harry should be even angrier, but in fact, he lost his temper instead.

Oh, well, he'd figured out a long time—a long, long time—that even Snape, the greatest of men, couldn't erase the fact that he was also an old bastard... The blue-eyed savior thought despondently, and He didn't make any effort to respond to the other party's sarcasm, but just re-clarified his relationship with Yi Er: "From the very beginning, I only want to be friends with the other party, Professor, I don't have any other - I don't have any other - ideas! "

He emphasized his tone.

Snape looked at Harry thoughtfully for a moment, "And now?"

Harry felt a little awkward, he moved his eyes slightly: "Now I don't think Gryffindor and Slytherin are very suitable for friends..."

"Gryffindor and Slytherin?" Snape repeated, then sneered, and repeated, "Liar!"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Snape didn't give him another chance, he put the potion Harry made on the shelf beside him, and said indifferently: "Okay, Mr. Ravens, your time It's already here. Don't," he looked at Harry, who was clearly not reconciled, "—try to take any more of your professor's time."

Having said that, Harry could only shut up.He stood there for a while, still not understanding why Snape suddenly cared about his affairs with Il... Well, things like this were normal before, after all, Snape, who hated himself, always tried to find out from various aspects hit him.But now, his relationship, uh... should be okay, right?Harry thought about the reason why he was here and the little contact just now.

However, obviously, "thinking" couldn't help Harry change anything. Facing Snape's gloomy face, he responded with a bit of frustration, packed his things and prepared to go back to the lounge, but he didn't expect the flames in the fireplace in the cellar to suddenly turned green.

A giant blessed by butterfly wings

Someone is coming to see Professor Snape?Naturally, Harry turned his gaze to Snape, asking if he was fit to stay - but this seemed a little unnecessary since he was leaving after all.

Snape ignored Harry, his attention already focused on the fireplace - it was obvious that this coming guest was also beyond Snape's expectations.

Inlaid on the wall, the flames in the fireplace made of gray bricks flickered twice, and suddenly a purple nightcap with patterns of stars and moons and a head with a long white beard appeared out of thin air. Dumbledore getting ready for bed.

"Severus." Dumbledore's voice came from the blazing flames, and Harry was a little surprised to find that the expression of this kind old man, who had always been kind, became serious instead of his usual mildness--this is really strange. easy.And he directly ignored Harry who was in the same room, as if there was no such person here - which was also not easy.

"The troll brought by Quirrell has escaped from the cage, and it has been stimulated by something and started to go crazy." Dumbledore's blue eyes behind the half-moon lens no longer flashed the smile, and he ordered, "You and Several other professors will immediately go to each floor to inspect and restrain the students who usually like to go out at night, hurry up!"

Harry, who was about to leave, was speechless. He remembered that last time, the troll also appeared on Halloween, and it also appeared from Quirrell... Well, what is this?The similarity of fate?But even if the troll was put in a cage, it couldn't be placed in the castle. Harry, who was no longer a child, of course understood this, so he wasn't too worried, only a little funny.

Snape, who was sitting behind the desk, cursed vaguely with a dark face.