When the savior is no longer the savior

Shrugging his shoulders, "To be honest, Harry, even though you don't have any family members, for a private event like Christmas, that brainless lion Potter invites you loudly...Are you sure they won't pity you?"

"Draco, Il wouldn't think that way." Harry frowned, pointing this out in a pertinent tone.

But Draco insisted on his point of view: "I'm not talking about him, it's them." Seeing Harry startled for a moment, he emphasized his tone, "It's Potter's parents, are you sure they won't pity you?"

Harry's face darkened suddenly.

Yes, if anything other than health stopped him from pursuing his pursuits, it was this: the attitudes of James and Lily.

They were pursuits he could never give up.

However, just because he cared too much, he couldn't imagine what he would do if what he faced was not kindness but disgust, or even just pity.

He suspected he couldn't bear it at all.

So is it best not to go?

But really...not reconciled.

Harry smiled wryly in his heart, feeling like he was scheduled to take a hundred steps but only made it to 99 steps. Even though he knew that the danger ahead was extremely dangerous, he was unwilling to use various methods to complete the last step.

Even if it's really irreparable, it's better to cut it off with the knife... The former savior thought a little sadly.Immediately, remembering the transformation of Il, I think that maybe things won't be as bad as I imagined—at least not in the worst way, right?

It's not so unbearable to think about converting it into health or something. Anyway, sooner or later, I can adapt.Harry laughed to himself.

"Harry, Harry?" Draco called out twice.

"Huh?" Harry looked up, and found that everyone had finished their breakfast and walked out in twos and threes.He wiped his mouth too, and walked out with Draco.

"What are your plans?" Draco asked.

"Let me think about it." Harry sighed. He felt that once he put his own life length with James and Lily, the balance would shift significantly and uncontrollably.

Just walking out with Draco like this, Harry's gaze involuntarily shifted to the direction of Gryffindor, and met Il who was actually not too far away from him.

Surrounded by several Gryffindors, Ill lifted his spirits and wanted to go here, but he might as well be held back by the people around him, and he didn't know what to say. He gave Harry an apologetic look and followed those people away.

Harry, who was still undecided, breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little lost.

All the way without a word, when Harry sat in the potions classroom with Draco as usual, when he saw the black figure on the podium that hadn't changed throughout the year, he suddenly understood what he had been missing.

"Harry." Draco whispered, "Why is something wrong?"

Something is very wrong.Harry added mentally.

"Professor Snape..." Draco said.

fully.Harry sighed inwardly.

"It seems that I don't look at you at all...?" Draco looked strange.

"You have to believe it," Harry replied in a low voice with a stern expression on his face - even though Snape had done enough to ignore Harry to the end today, Harry still didn't have the guts to challenge Snape's majesty with this, "This is not the first time."

Platinum Xiaolong was confused: "What's going on?"

...Actually, I don't understand what happened, and I have completely forgotten about it in the past two days...Harry thought silently in his heart, and he didn't intend to tell Germany what he didn't understand. Laco said it - and it was not appropriate to tell him about it at all - he just abducted the other party and motioned for the other party to look at Snape's obviously gloomy face.

Draco didn't dare to say anything more.

The whole Potions class passed in such a peaceful and uneventful manner.

When get out of class was over, Draco looked at his grades with a dejected look - an extremely rare "E", and Harry lost the strength to mutter.

Harry was also happy to pretend to be dumb - he felt that as Snape's favorite student, the reason why Draco got this result was probably... er, because of him.

But what exactly is Professor Snape mad about?His word of trust?In fact, he was the one who was kissed forcibly... But could it be that Professor Snape was really so angry by him that he behaved abnormally... Harry Potter, who hadn't found the point of the matter at all, was wondering why, he hadn't done anything of his own The consciousness of an 11-year-old child being molested.In fact, as early as the night when the incident happened a few days ago, he calmly told and convinced himself: It was an accident, it was the abnormal behavior of the other party's anger beyond the threshold—Professor Snape is not a jerk, but he still can't So scumbag trying to do something to a child.Besides, he is not really a child...

And just like that, this unpleasant and helpless accident was long forgotten by the blue-eyed savior and forgotten.

Lunch time soon arrived. Before the meal, Dumbledore publicly explained the troll incident of the previous two days, and gave Quirrell a punishment—revocation of the post of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The little animals below were buzzing.

Draco also whispered to Harry: "Who do you think will be the next class?"

Harry's first thought was Lockhart - the golden-haired peacock.But in the last life, Quirrell managed to persist for a school year... He thought for a while: "Some wizards who are good at black magic... er, defense?"

Draco looked at Harry with eyes like you're talking nonsense, and said with a sneer: "Dark magic has long since fallen, so there's no one who is good at defense against the dark arts, and this is the base camp of the white wizard... ’ He shrugged visibly dismissively.

Harry changed the subject wisely, and he actually remembered something: "Sayn't Professor Snape like that subject? Didn't the headmaster consider changing our dean's position?" - at least In this world, Dumbledore shouldn't worry about Snape going astray anymore, right?In addition, uh, speaking of it, there is also the "curse of the Dark Lord" that was circulated in that rumor...

"I'm not sure about this, but the master of potions is not so easy to find." Draco said objectively.

Harry thought about it and felt that it was true, so he didn't say any more.

Just at this time, lunch was over, and Il, who was originally in Gryffindor, rushed to the long table of Slytherin.

Everyone around the long table looked sideways.

Draco stood up and glared at Il to show off his momentum.

However, Il completely dismissed other gazes as nothing, and only moved closer to Harry's side: "Hey, Harry, shall we go together?"

Harry also felt the prickly gazes around him.

He began to put down the knife and fork slowly, took a sip of pumpkin juice, wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, then raised his head, and calmly uttered two words in the eyes of the surroundings who had become impatient and threatening: "—— certainly."

So in the end, Harry and Il, who walked out side by side, came to the promenade outside the restaurant amidst the surprise of all the students and professors, and looked at each other and laughed.

"Oh, Harry," Il put his arms around Harry's shoulders exaggeratedly, "I really like you more and more, you should come to Gryffindor! I bet you are suitable for us!"

"Slytherin isn't bad either," Harry responded with a smile, "although I've always felt," he sighed a little, "that Gryffindor colors are more to my taste."

"Aha, I like it too, it's really passionate, isn't it?" Il raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.

Harry nodded affirmatively, almost without thinking.

"So what do you think of my last invitation?" Il asked suddenly.

Harry, who was walking forward in a happy mood, staggered directly: "Huh?"

Il explained: "It's about the last time I invited you to my house for Christmas, Harry." He looked at the hesitant friend beside him, scratching his messy hair, "Harry, I don't mean anything else , um... I just want James and Lily to see my best friend, oh, I bet they'll like you, Harry!"

This sentence hit Harry hard.

I bet they'll like you, Harry.

—Your parents will like you, Harry.

No, wait, the contract... There was a faint voice in Harry's heart.But then it was interrupted by another high and urgent voice: Oh, come on, think of El, think of Hermione!Contracts can also be changed!If you step forward, you may not get what you want, but if you don't step forward, you will definitely not get what you want!

As for health and life?To hell with everything that has no shadow yet!You've been chasing it so long - at least look, at least look!

Harry, please, you have to step forward, at least as a junior.

You can't be that timid, Harry.

This is what you've always wanted.

"Uh, if you really don't want to go..." Il was a little uncertain, "Or I invite you next year?"

"No." Harry quickly cut off Il's words.Yes, no matter what, at least he had to take a look first, as for the others... Harry gritted his teeth.

At least this time, let him die!

"Harry?" El's voice was a little excited and a little disbelieving.

"I..." Facing the face that was [-]% similar to his before, Harry became a little nervous for no reason, he swallowed his saliva, and his voice was slightly tense, "I mean, thank you very much for the invitation , Il." He tried to put on a smile, and he did!He cheered for himself in his heart, "Actually, I'm worrying about how to spend Christmas. If you are alone, you know, it's too wasteful and meaningless."

Harry ignored the fact that he was still in the orphanage.

It was even more impossible for Il to notice that the brown-eyed boy was really excited. He described to Harry the lively scenes of his previous Christmas in words, talked about the delicious food that made people's index fingers twitch, and mentioned And all sorts of magic toys, and prongs—yes, every year at this time, at least for the first two or three years, Jaime turns into a stag on this day, and carries El around the house and even play in the forest.

Harry began to envy irrepressibly.Even vaguely, he felt a hint of jealousy - very easy to understand, isn't it?They were absent from his entire life, and he begged everything to regain such happiness, but the boy beside him, he was so lucky, he easily got what he dreamed of day and night, and regarded it as For normal life...

"Harry!" Il moved closer to Harry, his coffee-colored eyes met the green ones, and Harry, who suddenly came back to his senses, could easily see the brightness and clarity in those eyes—— Clean and beautiful without being stained with dust.

He laughed at his sudden jealousy just now.

Oh, come on, Harry, you're not a kid anymore, you can't be jealous just because you have something you don't have - and it's what he deserves in the first place.

You are brothers, Harry.

You and Il, you are brothers.

There was a voice moaning in Harry's heart.

"Harry, I suddenly realized..." Yi Er's face became a little strange.

Harry was a little surprised: "Huh?"

"Your eyes," said Il, "I suddenly realized that they look like Lily, brightly colored like a lake in spring. And the outline," he gestured, "the outline... seems to be quite similar, in fact From the moment I saw you, I thought you were so beautiful." He was a little embarrassed.Then I had a sudden thought: "Do you think that if James and Lily take the two of us to the street together one day, will those who see us think that we are actually brothers? One is like a father and the other is like a mother!"

Harry was really choked up this time and couldn't speak.

After a long while, he smiled wryly and said, "If there is such a day...my honor, Il."

Il smiled and continued to walk forward with Harry. After talking a lot of miscellaneous things, he stopped at the side road leading to Gryffindor and Slytherin: "Harry, do you have time tonight?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Harry asked.

"A surprise." Ill smiled mysteriously, didn't say much, just waved goodbye to Harry.

Harry returned to the lounge in a daze. While preparing the books for class in the afternoon, he wondered whether he should go to Professor Snape to continue learning potions tonight... Judging from Professor Snape's attitude in class today, he probably , don't really want him to go on, do you?

Harry, who was thinking to himself, suddenly heard the flapping of wings, and raised his head to find a gloomy owl flying towards him slowly but steadily.

A gloomy owl?

Could it be the one from last time...

With the same cautious attitude as before, Harry removed the parchment from the owl's leg - it was a detailed potion recipe, undoubtedly from Snape's hand.

After figuring out the sender, Harry focused on the specific content of the parchment... er, the recipe for the stomach potion?Harry's expression was a bit strange, he continued to look down, and found that all the precautions and possible problems of brewing the potion were written down in detail, so this potion formula was as big as three sheets of parchment. many.

"This shouldn't be the way of an old bastard..." Harry murmured unconsciously, then came to his senses, shut his mouth quickly, and looked around guiltily.

Yes, yes, a thorough old bastard obviously wouldn't do that, so of course Snape wouldn't - er, would!

So... this time, did Professor Snape try to teach him potions even though he didn't want to see him?

The former savior stood there holding the parchment, feeling a little dazed in a certain delicate mood.

At the same time, return to Il in the Gryffindor lounge.

"Il, there are your things in the dormitory. Two owls are waiting for you." Ron, who was sitting in the corner of the lounge and playing wizard chess, yelled when he saw Il come back.

"I see." Yi Er's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the bedroom.

"What is it?" Ron was a little surprised.

"Good stuff." Yi Er said without looking back. After returning to the dormitory in two steps in three steps, he first took off the parchment paper on the left side of the owl's feet, opened it and swept it casually, smiled knowingly and then went to the dormitory. Putting it down, I went to get the parchment on the feet of the white | owl - Hedwig - who was already a little dissatisfied with waiting.

Thicker than usual.As soon as he touched it, Yi Er's heart beat a little faster. He slowly pulled the parchment away, and when he saw an old, tattered parchment inside the parchment, he suppressed his voice and cheered. A cry: "Oh, my dear godfather, you really got it!"

Only then did Il turn to look at the letter from Sirius, which usually started with greetings and concerns, and then briefly explained how he got the parchment: Because I came to Hogwarts on business, I took advantage of When I came in, I went to Filch's office to have a look, and then easily found this item that originally belonged to the four of them in the cabinet.

"Sharp weapon for night travel, godfather, you are much more enlightened than James!" Il smirked, took out his wand and pointed to the old parchment spread out on the table: "I solemnly swear that I did no good. "

Thin lines like spider webs immediately spread from the direction the wand was pointing to in all directions, covering the entire parchment in a criss-cross pattern in a short while.

Il looked around excitedly, including the Gryffindor lounge, the restaurant, the Black Lake, and the Quidditch training ground. He watched with great interest as those dark green dots moved faster or slower... …and then suddenly he remembered Harry.

Harry was in the Slytherin lounge by now, wasn't he?

What are you doing?Review your homework?rest?I have to say, he looks very thin... Muttering this, El tapped the parchment lightly with his wand.

The part belonging to Slytherin began to enlarge... small dark green dots gradually appeared...

Er's gaze froze suddenly.

His smile froze on his lips.

christmas snowstorm

Harry was in Snape's office, and in his hand was a potion he had brewed—well, not Stomach Potion, but an upgraded version of Stomach Potion, Strong Stomach Potion.

In fact, it's the weekend of this week. Since the potion was brewed last time, Harry originally wanted to mail the potion to Snape for inspection, but as soon as he thought about it, our former savior remembered his body... Well, actually not that great.So, even if there is no problem with the brewed potion, after he drank it, is there still no problem...?

This seems to be a problem.The blue-eyed savior silently glanced at the potion in his hand, and decided to put it away first, and wait until he met Professor Snape after Potions class.

In the potions class that followed, although Snape didn't give Harry a chance to ask questions about the potions, it was obvious that the young potions master also thought of Harry's concerns—the proof was in Zhou At four, the same note from the gloomy owl: Mr. Ravens: Potions lesson in the cellar on Saturday night.

Expect to be on time.

your

SS

On Saturday night, right now, Harry stood aside, watching Snape examine the bottle of potion he had just brewed.

The potions office was quiet, the lights and fire were brighter than the last time Harry came in, the dark and gloomy feeling in the memory had left the room, but it still looked cold—especially Now that neither Harry nor Snape spoke.

In fact, this was how Snape and Harry were getting along at the moment: Snape made it clear that he didn't want to talk, and Harry...Harry didn't really know what he should say.Although he didn't take the events of the previous two days to heart, there was definitely some embarrassment, and Snape couldn't keep Snape from taking it to heart.

Or... just wait for two days?After all, it was the same last time.Harry thought irresponsibly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing past out of the corner of his eye.

Is it a wand?As soon as this thought came to his mind, Harry immediately restrained his body that instinctively dodged to the side.

Several spells hit Harry.

The tip of Snape's staff lit up with colorful lights.

Harry just looked up, not bothering to distinguish the color that obviously didn't indicate health, just looking at Snape's increasingly sullen face hidden under the hair.

"Did the bottle of medicine last time work?" Snape asked suddenly.

"Yes." Harry replied, hesitating for a moment before replying, "It seems that there are no other side effects."

Snape said nothing, just glanced at Harry.Then he pushed the potion in his hand to Harry: "It's okay, drink it."

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt accused.

That's okay should mean that he's surviving okay, but let him drink that bottle of strong stomach potion again... Could it be implying that he still eats too little?

In the past two days, Harry, who has evolved from a bird's appetite to a kitten's appetite, expressed a lot of pressure-this is almost as good as his best appetite in so many years, let alone recently.

"Uh...professor, can I use the washroom?" Harry felt that he probably couldn't refuse Snape's request, so he proposed.

Snape raised his eyebrows and curled the corners of his lips. Harry almost thought that the other party was about to sneer—so, what would he say? 'Delicate little devil', 'choosing a place to drink', 'even if you want to drink potions as a meal, you're in the wrong place'?

Harry was a little strange, he found that although he was grateful for Snape's silence the first moment he came in, but now, he seemed to be expecting all kinds of taunts from Snape... Could it be because he was used to Snape's silence? Is it synonymous with ridicule?

However, in the end, Snape did not use his innate skills as Harry wished, but nodded succinctly, motioning for Harry to go in.

With mixed emotions - relieved and a little bit disappointed - Harry took the potion and walked into the washroom.

As the Hogwarts professor's bathroom, although it is not as luxurious as the prefect's bathroom he once visited, it undoubtedly has the two most important attributes of spaciousness and comfort.

Harry looked around:

This is a wash room of about [-] square meters. The wash room is mainly black and white, simple and cold, and there are no redundant paintings on the wall.There is only a shaggy head inlaid alone, and the shaggy head is facing the past, which is a small bath.And next to his hand is a washstand with a snake-shaped faucet.There is a shelf next to the washstand, with some bottles and cans on it.As for those bottles and jars, Harry only took one look and then turned his head silently—inside those bottles and jars of different shapes, apart from simple toiletries, there were actually three bottles of potions mixed in, and it was definitely not related to cleaning and grooming. Yes, but it belongs to the range of powerful medicines such as compound decoction and aging medicine.

"So Professor Snape is really obsessed with potions..." Harry muttered in a low voice, without thinking much, he twisted the potion in his hand to his eyes.

The crystal bottle containing the dark green liquid shone under the white light. Harry shook his wrist lightly, and the liquid in the crystal bottle shook accordingly.

The surroundings were silent.

The door of the bathroom was closed, and the boxy room suddenly became a small airtight box, which was isolated from the outside world and sealed inside.

Harry stood upright first, then he propped up the washstand with one hand, and then he leaned against the wall.

His gaze remained on the small bottle in his hand.

Health - the price he paid for signing the contract with "Unknown", can be recovered.The potion in the wizarding world seems to be able to solve this problem easily—no, maybe not easily, but it can obviously solve it—he should have expected it a long time ago, the bottle of potion he used to cure his cough a few years ago...

...not really surprising, is it?

After all, there is the lesson of "happiness".

But changes in well-being come at the cost of exacerbating worsening health, so what is the cost of changing health?

happiness?No, it's obviously impossible. This contract is obviously based on the laws of the world itself-even though the people he cares about feel disgusted with him, they will still change their attitudes when getting along; It doesn't make you immune to healing potions...

Since both "health" and "happiness" can be redeemed...is the contract meaningless?

Could the contract that allowed him to travel through space and time to come here be so simple?

What did he say when he signed the contract...?

'Everything ends where it began, no wars, no sacrifices...'

'...Everyone can be happy, at least live in peace. '

Harry's face suddenly turned pale, and his fingers holding the crystal bottle snapped hard, and the knuckles began to turn blue.

'Everyone can be happy, at least live in peace. ’—if his punishment for breaking the contract is this—no, no, not possible—no, why not?

If so, if so...but if not?

Harry was shocked suddenly, his body relaxed slightly, and the shock and anger that had just risen in his heart slowly faded away.He let out a breath, and slid down on the cold tiles with his head in his hands.

In fact, no matter whether it is or not, it is certain that this contract is definitely not that simple-in fact, although the feeling is very faint and vague, he does have the feeling of being bound by the contract all the time-then, whether it is actually not that important, he After all, I dare not gamble on the last time.

Harry smiled wryly to himself.

Then he patted his pants, stood up, uncorked the bottle with one hand, and slowly poured the liquid inside along the pool.

The dark green liquid silently slid across the white pool wall, leaving a meandering track like a snake, from shallow to deep, and then from deep to shallow, disappearing without a trace.

Harry looked up.He looked at the oval mirror in front of him. In the mirror, the circles under his eyes were black, and the pale child also stared at him blankly.

What an ugly kid.Harry smiled in his heart, his tensed shoulders began to relax slowly, and then he lowered his head to look at the pure white pool where no trace of potion remained, his lips moved, and he murmured to himself in a very low voice, "I'm sorry."

Sorry, Professor, for your teaching...

His voice was low, and he slowly pursed his lips, a slightly white horizontal line, silent and stubborn.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry, Harry.

Snape, sitting behind his desk, was visibly impatient when Harry walked out of the bathroom.

After finally hearing the sound of the door opening, Snape cast his gaze there, and saw that the child who came out had flushed cheeks, and there were still a few drops of water dangling from the tip of the black hair on his forehead.

"Well, Professor, I washed my face just now." Harry, who obviously understood that he had dawdled for too long, explained a little embarrassedly.

Snape looked like he wanted to stab Harry, but in the end, the sullen old bat said nothing, just asked sullenly, "How about the potion?"

How is the taste?Harry coughed twice, with a reserved gesture: "That...it's okay."

Snape's face suddenly became gloomy. He glanced at the empty bottle that Harry was holding in his palm, said nothing, and only waved Harry to leave.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, said "thank you" to Snape, and walked out, but he didn't expect to run into Draco who was just walking in this direction just two steps away.

"Harry?" Draco was obviously more surprised than Harry, "It's so late..."

"Professor Snape is teaching me potions." Now that Draco bumped into him, Harry said it straight.

Draco's face suddenly became strange: "Professor Snape? You?"

"Yes, is it strange?" Harry couldn't help asking, looking at Draco's face.

"Is it weird?" Draco repeated, and then he looked Harry up and down with the eyes of a magical creature for a while, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone, "Harry, you are Snape No one is the most beloved student of the professor."

"..." Harry's expression became the same as Draco's, and he laughed dumbly, "How is it possible?"

"How is that impossible?" Draco asked back, wondering at Harry's sudden dullness.

"Obviously you are Professor Snape's favorite student. He has taught you and demonstrated the potion you made in every class." Harry pointed out the well-known thing.

"Professor Snape certainly taught me—but do you know how much my father paid for it?" Obviously thinking of something, Draco's little face turned slightly blue.

"Uh..." Harry said that he really hadn't thought about it.

"As for the demonstration of my potion in class," Draco shrugged, "don't you think Professor Snape doesn't bother to demonstrate to us?"

Harry indicated that this... seemed really likely.

"So," Draco concluded, "beloved disciple of the Dean, I will rely on you for everything in the future!" He laughed maliciously, thinking in his heart: Professor Snape is notoriously partial, In the future, when they are hostile to Gryffindor, they may pull Harry back, but if the professor finds out afterwards, not only points will be deducted, but even labor services will be exempted...

"No, no." Harry stopped weakly, no matter how many times he thought about it, he still felt that the title of "Snape's Beloved Disciple" was too scary, "Draco, what are you doing here?"

Only then did Draco remember his purpose for coming here: "A little thing, I'll go in for a while—are you waiting for me?" he asked.

Harry nodded naturally.

So Draco walked towards the Potions Office in a few steps, knocked on the door and went in for a while, then came out again: "Okay, let's go."

Harry nodded, without asking why Draco had come to see Snape.

Draco took the initiative to explain while walking: "My father asked the professor to make some potions, and I also want to ask the professor if he can continue to tutor me during the summer vacation... But the professor didn't answer just now, probably there is no hope."

His expression was a bit depressed, but he seemed relieved: "Professor Snape's level is very high, but his requirements are also very strict, especially the various taunts he made when he was angry..." He moaned, "You will I wish I didn't have ears and brains."

Harry agreed sympathetically.

While talking, the two had come to the corridor in front of the Slytherin lounge side by side. They had just turned the corner when they met Il who was coming out of the lounge.

Both Harry and Draco were taken aback.

Harry was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised: "Il?"

Draco was surprised and disgusted: "Potter?"

Il, who was only four or five steps away from Harry and Draco, was also obviously surprised. He seemed to want to turn around and leave, but the obvious silver-green color at the back of the corridor stopped him.

He paused and said to Harry and Draco, "Harry...Malfoy."

"Come to see me? What's the matter?" Harry asked naturally, and at the same time remembered the incident that Il asked him to come out at night a few days ago, and said apologetically, "I have something to do on Tuesday night, and you didn't make an appointment, so just Didn't look for you in the Gryffindor lounge."

"It's nothing, I was tired that day too." Il replied succinctly.Then he said, "Actually I'm here on some business today, Harry."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

Draco, who was ignored, was quite angry, and deliberately stood aside as a light bulb to remind the two people who were talking.

It's a pity that Harry obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with Draco being on the sidelines, and Il wasn't in the mood to compete with Draco this time.

Il looked at Harry: "Harry, I was wrong about the previous thing...but then, I have already regarded you as my best friend, and I—"

"El?" Harry began to be confused.

Yi Er ignored it, gritted his teeth and continued: "I already regard you as a brother...so, do you have anything to tell me?"

"..." Harry didn't understand what Il was thinking at all, and he tried to sort it out, "Il, I am very grateful to you, and I think you are mine too..." He paused, "Good brother. So you You can say what you want to say."

"Brother, just say it?" Il raised his voice suddenly, and he started to stare at Harry, just like when they didn't reconcile, "So, you have nothing to say to me? Even if I ask after?"

"Il?" Harry frowned, "You can ask what you want to ask directly." He looked at the brown-eyed boy in front of him, took the initiative to slow down his tone, and was the first to give in, "Or did I make you angry? I Can--"

"Apologize?" Il interrupted Harry bluntly, with anger and grievance in his eyes, and a sneer on his face, "I'm afraid your apology alone is not enough to offset—"

"Potter!" Draco, who listened more and more uncomfortable, finally couldn't take it anymore, he said angrily, "Did you come to Slytherin specially to quarrel with Harry?"

"Or maybe it is." Yi Er replied stiffly.

"You!" Draco yelled angrily.

Harry's head started to hurt, and he raised his voice to stop the two of them: "Okay! Il—can you just tell me what happened?" Finally, an angry look appeared on his face, "Even if you want to rush If I get angry, give me a reason first!"

Earl fell silent.

In this corner of the hallway, there was an unnerving silence among the three standing.

For a moment, Il scratched his messy hair, and seemed to calm down a little: "I'm sorry, Harry, I... I just want to ask, you grew up in an orphanage, do you know Your own parents?"

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