When the savior is no longer the savior

"Responsible? Pay the price?...I'm satisfied?" Harry hadn't really stepped out, he turned around and repeated Il's words.

"Harry..." Il calmed down. He gasped for breath and wanted to speak, but he was hit hard by a punch in the face and knocked down to the ground.

The people in the hospital wing were probably numb with surprise.

Yi Er was a little dazed, fell to the ground and didn't get up.

Compared to Il, Harry looked very calm, as if nothing happened just now and he was talking to Il.He asked, "How are you responsible?"

El was taken aback.

Harry continued: "How do you pay the price? How do you satisfy me? Use your parents' Garen and let them work hard for you to think of a way to solve the curse on me?"

Earl looked at Harry a little numbly, then he looked at James and Lily.

"Of course, they are your parents, of course," Harry said flatly, "no complaints."

"It's just that," he said, "I wouldn't be satisfied. This is the magic I'm supposed to have."

"Harry..." Il didn't know what to say.

Harry lowered his head slightly, green eyes meeting brown eyes.

"What if the spell actually hit Draco?"

He will never forgive you.

"El," Harry said slowly, crouching down and holding out his hand to Il, "don't promise things you can't accomplish."

Il looked at Harry's hand hesitantly, and then he grasped the cold hand with a little trepidation but very carefully.

"And," said Harry, "I'm sorry."

He finally let go.

I'm afraid I won't be able to face you again.

The strength in the palm slipped away quietly before it was too late to hold it, and the warmth hidden under the cold also left.

Yi Er was stunned, and suddenly lost the strength to stand up again.

He really left.

All over.

The encounter in Diagon Alley, the reunion on the train, the childish finding faults at the beginning of the first grade, the conversations heard outside the medical wing, the acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, the intimacy and tacit understanding during the brief peace, the Marauder's Map... until Now.

Until now.

The matter ended in a way that surprised most people, and the people gathered in the medical wing left in twos and threes.

The curfew has passed, and the corridors of Hogwarts are empty and lifeless. Snape frowned and walked quickly through the corridors. He had been looking for Harry, who left first, for a while, but he didn't see anyone, and he was not in the dormitory. , not in the Potions Office, nor the Observatory, nor any of the usual classrooms, so - where would it be?

It's so late, where can he go?Where else does he want to go?

Is he, is he...

Snape's face became gloomy uncontrollably, his steps became faster and faster, and the robe behind him billowed like a black wave, almost reaching his waist——suddenly, Snape stopped.

His eyes fell on the Quidditch pitch outside the corridor.

Under the dim light, a thin figure sat quietly on the wide stands of the stadium with his back to him.

It's Harry.

Harry Ravens.

"Professor." Harry's voice sounded from the quiet stadium.The cold wind was blowing, blowing the robe close to his body. With the help of starlight, Snape, who came under the stands in front of Harry, could easily see Harry's body hidden under the robe.

—as thin as he thought.

"Mr. Ravens," said Snape, "I'm afraid I have to remind you that even if today is special, you are still a student at Hogwarts, so," he said in a tone of resentment that anyone could understand, "Are you on a night tour in front of your professor?"

Harry didn't know whether he didn't hear this sentence or didn't want to answer, he said to himself: "I want to ride a broom, Professor."

Snape was shocked, obviously not expecting such an answer.He hissed with obvious anger: "Mr. Ravens, do you know what the hell you're doing? You want me to have to give Slytherin fifty points? After you've given Slytherin today On the basis of deducting seventy points?" There was a clear sneer on his face, "Aha, our excellent Mr. Ravens, I'm afraid I have to remind you that even if you temporarily lose your magic power due to the mistake of a little fool , and don't expect me to take pity on you as stupidly as other professors - the potions I teach are not some stupid stuff that just asks to wave a wand!"

"Professor," said Harry, in a tone as soft as the finest feather fluttering at the tip of his heart.He looked at Snape, his emerald green eyes glowing startlingly in the darkness. "I want to ride a broom," he pleaded, "now."

Snape sneered: "Mr. Ravens, maybe you didn't hear what I just said clearly? I...flying on a broomstick!" He obviously wanted to continue preaching, but before that, his mouth read on its own initiative Flying Curse.

So Harry and Snape fell silent.

In the dark night, Snape went completely, face and body stiff.

And Harry—he was half dazed, half embarrassed, and then slowly feeling a little bit amused.

Is it really as Professor Dumbledore said?Professor Snape really couldn't resist the eyes he inherited from Lily?Maybe I can rely on this in the future...

What's next.

The broomstick flew across the night sky and flew silently into Snape's palm.

Snape stared at the tattered, dusty broom with an indescribable expression on his face.

Harry's train of thought was interrupted, he simply put aside those, only stared at the broom, and silently opened his eyes wide at Snape.

Snape's face darkened, and finally he couldn't resist. He stuffed the broom into Harry's palm, and said in a low, menacing voice, "I hope you understand, just this once, Mr. Ravens."

Of course he didn't get an answer—at this moment, Harry who took the broom let out a cheer, turned over neatly, and flew into the air with a kick of both feet.

So Snape, who was alone in the stands, had to compromise.

Forget it, just this one time... anyway, it's just tonight, at least he's here to watch - this thought only existed in Snape's mind for half a minute.

Half a minute later, when Harry once again fell from a height of at least twenty feet in a straight line until he was pulled up less than three feet from the ground, Snape felt utter regret for his previous soft-heartedness.

His face was livid, and the corners of his mouth twisted as he watched Harry perform all kinds of difficult moves on the Quidditch pitch, and felt his heart beating rapidly, rising and falling, or even stopping for a moment—

"Fuck, Shit, idiot, idiot, fool, troll with a head covered in slug slime..." Snape had no idea what he was cursing.

Time flows unconsciously.

When Snape, who was standing below, watched the figure swaying in mid-air, and when he thought he could hear the creaking sound of the broom, Snape, who felt that his patience had reached its limit, pulled out his wand, and was just about to force When sex forced the damn kid down who didn't care about his safety at all, the broom that was darting in mid-air slowly slowed down.

Snape paused.He looked up, and saw that at some point, Harry had already sat sideways on the broom, and the broom seemed to have finally regained its senses, spun around gracefully, and slowly floated towards the stands.

It's a starry night.

Harry rode his broom back into the stands, sweat beaded on his brow, and the beads of sweat shone brightly in the dark.

Snape's gaze moved from Harry's smooth forehead to his green eyes, and then to the beautiful curve of his lips.

He saw the boy smiling at him, without haze.

He saw the boy jump over the railing neatly and jump down towards him with the broom.

He instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the boy.

The unique softness of a child and the cleanliness of a teenager crashed into his arms at this moment.

So light, yet full of cunning.

portent of truth

He is almost angelic.

Snape didn't know why he thought of this sentence, but when he hugged the child who fell from the sky and was not even close to his chest, such a sentence came to his mind unexpectedly.

——How like that day many years ago.

Wearing old clothes, he hid in the grass and peeped at the girl who was swinging in the sun and smiling brightly in the dark.

The golden sun is falling, scattering thousands of petals of light, and the smile bathed in the warmest color in the world is so beautiful that it makes people dazzled.

He thought it was the best day of his life.

However, after many years, when he met more people and things, when he met this child in front of him... he suddenly realized that his life was actually more barren than he imagined.

He regretted that he could no longer find memories that could describe the situation at this time.

...that was so beautiful.

It turns out that it is not only the bright sun that can warm people's hearts.

"Teach...Professor?" The child's soft and clear voice broke the silence with a little bewilderment.

Harry was holding the broom and was caught in a tangled face—what was going on?

Snape's shoulders stiffened slightly, and then he put the man down and said with a straight face: "Did Mr. Ravens lose his feet? - you won't be fine, from a few steps away Go down the stairs?"

"It's not high here..." Harry tried to convince Snape.

But obviously, if one compares speaking skills, the ten saviors are no match for an old bat, so in the end, when Snape "tactfully" treated Harry with more than three skills "understanding" After a full analysis, Harry's face was pale, and he was so weak that he only had the strength to nod repeatedly.

Satisfied, Snape smirked and said, "Then Mr. Ravens, can you go back and rest now?"

"It's perfectly fine, Professor," assured Harry, still recovering from his weakness.

Snape raised an eyebrow, then turned his critical gaze to the broom in Harry's hand.

Harry understood what the other party meant, and reluctantly handed over the broom in his hand.

Snape took it: "I hope you understand."

"What?" Harry asked.

"It's just that you can't use magic, not being a squib, Quidditch," he frowned as if resignedly, "is the best proof. And if you want to use this reason to tell yourself that you don't listen to my magic For the medicine class..." His eyes showed a threatening meaning, "I think you understand the consequences."

Harry laughed, and then he slowly suppressed his smile, pursed his lips and said, "Professor, in the later stage of potion making, magic also needs to be performed."

"Congratulations then," Snape said sternly, "Mr. Ravens, the future Quidditch star."

The stars are twinkling this night.

Most of the lights in Hogwarts Castle were extinguished, and the only remaining lights leaked from the open panes, shining softly in the dark night, and there was no silence.

Snape's attention was entirely on the child in front of him.

He watched, his own eyes widening at the student in surprise at his words.

Those emerald green eyes gleamed in the darkness.

like a cat.he thought.

Then there was surprise and a smile that swayed from those eyes like water waves, surfaced on the face, and surfaced to the corners of the lips.

...much cuter than a cat, no doubt about it.he thought again.

If you can touch his hair and cheeks, and scratch the cat's chin as if showing affection, then...

Snape's hand touched Harry's cheek before he knew it.

He saw the smile in the boy's eyes turn into confusion, and he saw the boy tilt his head slightly to pass his movements because of confusion...

As if hit by the Sting Curse, Snape felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and then he woke up suddenly, and the hand that stretched out to the opponent's cheek changed direction abruptly, and pressed it on the obviously thin shoulder.

"Professor?" Harry asked strangely. He looked at Snape, and felt that the other party's emotions seemed to be a little exposed tonight... Was it because of what happened to him?

Harry fell silent at the guesswork.

He never thought that Snape would do this for him this time... Just as he never thought back then, Snape was really trying his best to protect him.

He almost thought Snape liked him.

...or, indeed?At least this time, he was Snape's favorite student, well, "Snape's Protégé" isn't such a bad title, is it?

Harry smiled a little at the thought, his heart still aching from the sudden misfortune, but there was no question that he was grateful at the moment - as in the Shrieking Shack, The night after he knew everything.

"Things aren't that bad," Snape said, "they'll go back and find the spell, Madam Pomfrey will try, and the headmaster of Hogwarts is the greatest White Wizard - if not, then There's St. Mungo's."

"I understand, Professor." Harry smiled at Snape's reassurance.He shrugged his shoulders and teased, "Even if that's not enough, I can still fly, 'the youngest player in Quidditch' - aha, about this, Professor, no nonsense, I really have full confidence."

Snape couldn't help but glared at Harry, and then he said, "I have to think about that." Seeing the mischievous smile on the face of the boy in front of him, he couldn't help but move the corners of his lips, showing A tiny smile.

Really - delightful, isn't it?

A child who is unwilling to vent his anger at any time, or even let bad emotions spread to those around him.

Like a gem.

"... I feel sorry."

For the past.

Fortunately, that's not really the end.

At the end of the night, Snape led Harry back to the Slytherin common room.

"Tomorrow is business as usual," he said.

Harry nodded: "I understand, Professor. And..." He stood in the corridor for a long time, hesitating, and finally said, "Professor, since the spell Ir cast today is not based on enough magic power, then on him... I'm afraid There were also some problems."

Snape looked at Harry, "What do you want to say?"

Harry hesitated: "Madame Pomfrey..."

"Will Pomfrey examine him?" Snape asked, and then said flatly, "He has parents and a godfather, and he doesn't need your concern."

"I know." Harry smiled wryly.It's not that he doesn't know that his worry is probably meaningless-so he didn't speak up in the medical wing, partly because he knew it wasn't necessary, and partly because he really didn't want to declare or imply to anyone that 'he values ​​them'.

That's just a burden.

No matter who.

But what if...

...how can there be any eventuality.

How could James, Lily, Sirius...and Professor Dumbledore ignore such obvious things?

He's just asking for trouble.

...or self-indulgent?

Harry shook his head slightly to himself, and said, "Professor, I'm going back to my dorm."

Snape nodded slightly, watched Harry's figure disappear behind the portrait, then turned and walked along the corridor, back to his Potions Office at the other end of the cellar, ready to rest.

Before he returns to his office, however, he encounters a pair of unexpected visitors at the door: James and Lily.

"Severus," the still pretty red-haired woman looked haggard and tired in the dim light of the cellar, she smiled and greeted Snape, "I want to talk to you."

Snape looked at James.

James shrugged. "I'm standing outside... honey?" he asked Lily.

Lily nodded slightly, then whispered, "I love you."

"Me too, dear," James replied, kissing Lily on the cheek.Looking up, his eyes seemed to pass Snape inadvertently, but there was no provocation, just calm.

Of course, it is obvious that there is no need to be as provocative as before, is it?Snape thought, and was surprised to find himself at peace.

Lily?Evans was already Potter's wife, already a Potter.

This is a fact.

It's not worth - there's no need to be - surprised... sad.

"Lily, come in," Snape said, and he opened the door, asking Lily, "What do you need? Wine," he automatically remembered what Harry had left here, "Milk?"

Lily glanced at Snape in amazement: "Hot milk...if it doesn't bother you."

Snape didn't have the desire to explain, and after a slight nod, he went to the kitchen to bring out a glass of milk, and put it lightly on the table: "What's the matter?"

Lily's expression became pained.

Snape waited for a while: "Is it because of Il?"

"Professor Dumbledore said that you and that child—Harry—have a good relationship." Lily didn't answer, but whispered while holding the milk.

"So what do you want?" Snape asked, he didn't deny Lily's words, "That kid has already said he won't pursue it."

"Severus," Lily whispered, "I want to make amends. But he—Harry doesn't seem willing to accept…"

Snape was silent.He didn't answer Lily's words immediately, but looked away at his office.

In just a little more than two months, this office has almost changed a lot: a small table was set up in the corner of the room near the glass cabinet, on which stood a cauldron and a set of tools needed to brew potions.Directly opposite the small table was his work table, with a potted plant standing in the corner of the table, and the devil's net was slowly moving on it with a slight range.

Snape turned his gaze back, and he saw a piece of clothing and a few books lying casually on the armchair next to him - belonging to another regular office visitor.His gaze shifted to the glass of milk in Lily's hand—it also belonged to the regular customer.

"...how do you want to make it up?" Snape asked softly.

Lily's hand holding the cup tightened, her chest heaved for a while, and she said with the most sincerity: "Severus, Harry is not suitable to stay in Hogwarts now, James and I both know his background. I heard that, if possible, I hope to bring him to Godric's Hollow, so that it will be convenient for treatment..."

"Let him stay under the same roof as the murderer who hurt him?" Snape didn't refuse, he asked quietly.

Lily's face paled.

In the cold air, there was a voice sighing heavily.

After a while, Snape said, "What's Dumbledore's attitude?"

Lily looked a little unnatural: "I haven't made a final decision yet..."

"No suspension, no expulsion from Hogwarts, will it?" Snape said calmly.

Lily's lips began to tremble, and tears welled up in her eyes: "El is my child, Severus, he is my child. There is no way for me... There is no way for him to be like that..."

Snape smiled silently: "Just like back then."

Yes, yes, there was no way for him—they lost their future like that, lost their freedom like that, it was just an accident, a joke, a mistake that could be redeemed.

He almost died.

So what?

Lu Pingan graduated from Hogwarts safely, Black has nothing to do, Lily is married to James, and James and Black have been brothers without any estrangement for many years...

And what about that kid?

Can such a mistake be undone?

He didn't want to pursue it, so he said "what if Draco is really shot" in the medical wing, which contained concern, and even told him in private that just in case, Little Potter needed Madam Pomfrey's examination ...

The cup slipped from Lily's hand. There was a crisp "pop", and the milky white liquid splashed all over the floor.

"Severus…" she struggled.

"I don't blame you, Lily." Snape sighed, tiredly, "Neither would Harry. He said it in the hospital wing and he didn't want to pursue it - it was sincere, So, he won't need any other extra compensation from you."

How could that kid who had earned Galleons with his own hands before going to Hogwarts accept this?

The Potions Office fell into a suffocating silence.

Snape lowered his eyelids: "...he's a very talented kid."

"Severus?" Lily said.

"More than I was back then. If he keeps going well, he may become a master of potions, or a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, or a Quidditch player, a Hogwarts professor...he has enough The ability to pick and choose and do what he loves the most. He's good enough to make it easy."

He moved his lips.

He didn't go any further, didn't tell Lily——Il's future you are reluctant to bear, but what about Harry's?

If it is irreversible, then who will be responsible for the bright future of this outstanding child?

"Lily," said Snape suddenly, "that child has green eyes too."

Lily was slightly dazed, obviously not understanding why Snape said this.

Snape ignored it, and continued: "Such a color..." For the first time in many years, he stared at the washed green eyes of the beautiful woman sitting across from him without hesitation, and there, he saw her looking at him. sincere feelings.

Such a clean and pure, flawless friendship.

Just friendship.

Snape let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart, not regret, but relief.He whispered, "Always so pretty."

He finally came out of the past.

"About that," Snape said, returning to the original topic, "Lily, I'll tell the kid. Also," he paused, "I wonder what El's last words mean?"

"Which sentence?" The wise woman was only momentarily at a loss, "Is it the Marauder's Map?"

"Yes," said Snape, "what's that?"

"It's a map of Hogwarts. It can show most of the secret passages here and the activities of other people in them. It's nothing meaningful." Lily said, obviously James didn't hide anything from her.

Snape nodded: "I wonder what Harry's name is on it."

Lily was a little puzzled: "Of course, there's no problem, I'll go talk to James..." She apologized, stood up and walked outside, and turned back after a while, "James is going to ask Sirius, it should be soon There is an answer."

"Thank you," Snape thanked.

"We're friends." Lily forced a smile, "I'll leave this to you, Severus, at least ask for me, I'm really sorry..."

Snape nodded.Afterwards, the two of them didn't speak any more, and sat in silence facing each other until the office door was rudely pushed open.

Lily, who was deep in thought, was taken aback, while Snape—the owner of this office—had a gloomy face so that everyone who saw him could understand his displeasure. He suddenly stood up and stared at The two people who came in one after another: "I think Mr. Potter and Professor Black have forgotten the most basic manners?"

However, neither of them paid him any attention.

James had a strange look on his face, looking shocked, unbelievable, and completely inexplicable.

And Sirius—this handsome man's complexion was definitely not even a little bit prettier than Snape's.

He and his friend exchanged glances, and after obtaining permission and confirmation, he looked at the people in the room and said in a deep voice, "Harry Ravens showed two names on the Marauder's Map."

"One of them," he said, "is Harry Potter."

The room was silent.

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The author has something to say:

①: The brewing of potions in Rowling’s article does not mention the use of magic, but here we consider the complicated brewing of potions. Since it can last for more than a month or something, it seems that magic is used to help stabilize the horse during the process. It can also be understood——" belongs to the problem of fan brain supplement.

Explain the reason for the broomstick in the previous chapter: It’s not that Xiaoha has become a squib in the article, but he can’t feel the magic power—in fact, the magic power still exists in his body.As for broomsticks and potions, magic power is needed, but when I read the text, what I understand is that the wizard is not actively inputting, but passively flowing out... Uh, about this, everyone is welcome to discuss, ashamed to say that I am not a research party and a logic emperor.

Update first, heck, I have to say, I’m actually a pure fan of HP, I’m neither partial to the Lion Academy nor the Snake Academy, so subjectively I don’t blackmail the characters in the original book... In fact, I think I’ve slightly whitewashed some people, oh Face.

As a mother here, Lily is obviously impossible to ask her to be as impartial as a judge, so as mentioned above, she is guilty and painful-because of the justice in her personality.

In addition, Lao Deng's final decision has not yet come out...cough~

Finally, I have to say, six long comments in two days, can you do more!

Admitting that I was hit by six long comments one after another, so today’s chapter is still presented with a big sweet persimmon XD I really have nothing to repay, I can only code words-promise: add a new chapter before entering V, but because of these few The day is really busy, and there are many words in each chapter, so I can't be sure which day it will be. I can only promise in a general direction, but I must try to be as early as possible and update the time stably if I have the ability.

In the end, I felt that I was on par with the third young master, covering my face~

initial rejection

It was an ordinary foggy morning.

The sky was overcast, as if it was about to be pressed down from the sky, and the edges of the clouds were dark gray, which looked no different from cotton soaked in dirty water.The damp mist spread from the other side of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, thick and sticky, making people feel depressed.

Harry woke up at 06:30 in the morning, as usual.

The fire that was lit last night had long been extinguished, and every inch of air in the cellar room was icy cold.Harry, who had just woken up, shivered under the quilt. He complained in a dazed way, and as soon as he reached for his wand, he skillfully and naturally cast a warming spell on himself.

The air was still icy cold.

Harry shivered again. He was slightly awake, but he didn't understand, and subconsciously flicked his wrist again.

Nothing happened.

The wind blowing in from nowhere is bundled into a thread, blowing thinly, lingering and endless.

Harry was wide awake.

He stared at his wand for a while, sat up slowly, got out of bed to get the clothes on the chair next to him, but because of the pitch-black room, he stumbled over something and stumbled.

The lights in the house came on.

Slowly but firmly, the soft light drove the darkness away.

Harry, who was dressed as usual, opened the closet, hesitated for a moment, and took out a pair of thick gloves for himself.Then he turned around and walked into the washroom, walked past the table halfway, and saw a large ink stain that had been accidentally stained on it and hadn't had time to clean it up, subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch the wand, but he only raised his wrist slightly, He came to his senses, silently moved his eyes and lowered his hands, and continued to walk towards the washroom.

When winter is approaching spring, it seems to be three points colder than Christmas, which has snowed several times in succession.

Despite washing as quickly as he could, Harry's cheeks and hands were flushed from the cold water.He gasped, raised his hands to his lips and took a few mouthfuls before walking outside. When he passed the door, he inevitably saw the stained table again.

Harry's hand found his wand in his sleeve.

The hand that was still a little stiff from the cold lingered on the wand, hesitating, rubbing back and forth, reluctant to part - but that was all.

After standing still for 5 minutes, Harry turned around and walked back to the washroom, found a dusty rag and quick-acting stain remover (thanks to Merlin, there is such a thing), rolled up his sleeves and cleaned the dirt on the table neatly .

"Well, it's convenient." Harry muttered, sighed and went back to the sink to wash the rag and hang it up—he had a hunch he'd be using it a lot these days—then he packed his books and put on his gloves , opened the door and walked to the common room.

It was already ten past seven in the morning.

People came to the lounge one after another, and the fireplace in the corner was lit early. The bright light and warm temperature made the students who came to the lounge a little lazy.

Draco?Malfoy, as usual, brought his two big servants to the lounge at a time neither too early nor too late, and sat on a vacant single sofa near the fireplace—no No doubt, the prerogative of the chief.

There were three or five groups of people chatting quietly in the lounge.

Draco opened his transfiguration book, and within two lines, he heard a voice on the left complaining: "Why are we missing so many gems?"

Draco's ears perked up.

"Yesterday, Ravens, a first-year student, was deducted seventy points from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class by the new professor." Someone replied.

Draco tightened his fingers on the page.A crease appeared on the white paper.

"Oh?" Obvious surprise, "What's going on?"

"Looks like Ravens insulted the professor, messed up the class, and then blatantly skipped class," replied another.

Draco's face sank, and another crease appeared on the white paper.

"I couldn't see it before," someone said.

"Muggleborns are always ignorant of manners, but it's a pity that the previous professors were all fooled by him." Some people disagreed.

"He was No.1 last semester." Everyone discussed.

"It's just a first grade, it doesn't mean anything. On the contrary, it's like his bloodline." In a slow tone.

"Since you have been deducted [-] points, even if you get it back later, there must be some punishment, otherwise anyone will think that we Slytherins have fallen..."

With a "stab", a page of the Transfiguration textbook in Draco's hand was torn.

He slammed the book on the table, and the obvious noise attracted the attention of most people in the lounge.

"I wonder," the young Malfoy heir looked somber, "what were you talking about?"

There was a silence in the lounge, and the first graders remained silent.

But obviously, not everyone is afraid of Malfoy's brand - the current Slytherin prefect sitting in the best seat by the fireplace gave Draco a warning look, and then continued to flip through the book.At the center of the discussion, a third-year student sneered: "Malfoy junior," he emphasized the word "junior", "didn't you hear what we are talking about?" He grinned and looked around said, "Maybe we can say it again for Mr. Malfoy? Shall we add a 'loud voice'?"

Draco was not afraid, he smiled contemptuously: "Oh, is it Senior Bridges? I remember your father was reprimanded by the Minister of Magic in the Ministry of Magic two days ago? Ah, of course, I don't know if he is How to come up with that childish—oh, of course—proposal, in fact, I can't imagine what some people—some people—would be doing without my father."

Bridges' face turned from white to red, and his palms trembled so much that it looked like he was about to pull out his wand.

The sneer and contempt on Draco's face intensified, and he looked at Bridges deliberately and slowly, and said, "Of course, I know that there are some people-someone who always proclaim themselves to the whole wizarding world Pure-blooded members of small families who try to be recognized by others—they always have shortcomings of one kind or another," he said with a smirk, "I think I can tolerate it, everyone knows that as time goes by, this kind of defect that used to appear Depravity is becoming more and more common—it's a real helplessness."

Bridges faltered, not only from Draco's words, but also from the unmistakable but unmistakable chuckle from the common room.

Of course Draco heard it too - in fact he