When the savior is no longer the savior

Say: "Potions lessons I'll owl you."

Harry immediately said obediently: "I will return the finished product and the question owl."

Snape answered Harry nasally.

Harry went back to his room to collect his things, turned and left.

Two months passed in a flash.

During these two months, Snape continued to study his potion—about how to heal Harry's body, how to alleviate the pain caused by the devil's flame, and how to save people's lives in critical moments.

He was doing everything he could to help that little bastard—the kid he cared about—keep alive.

At this time, Harry was fulfilling his previous promise with the transaction partner, helping the other party find rare materials all over the world, and at the same time collecting some information about the magic contract.Well he's still a thing.

——One of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the big snake that should still be wandering in a certain forest, Nagini.

The search for rare materials was always dangerous, and Harry had owled potions and questions several times back on time - and sometimes he hadn't even received the letters from the owls.

At first, Harry thought that Snape would get angry and even stop such remote teaching, but soon, he realized that he was wrong—Snape still owled him the thick parchment on time, In addition to the precautions that can be found in regular books, Snape's own notes and various practical skills are densely written on it... He doesn't seem to be worried that these skills will be leaked out.

In addition, Harry also received postcards from James Lily and Il. They did indeed spend the entire holiday in a foreign country as planned at the beginning.

There are others, such as the letter from Dumbledore telling him he won the gold cup, and the letter from Draco chatting and complaining-but the two owls from Snape and the Potter family gave Harry Comfort is unusual.

He fell into a strange state: on the one hand, he was more and more reluctant to leave this world and the people here; but on the other hand, he was firm in his determination to destroy the Horcruxes—for himself and for the sake of a stable life in this world people.

When he was three days away from the start of school, he ended his long journey.

Harry hurried back to Spider's End.

Facing the man who opened the door and was surprised for a moment, his first words were: "I found Nagini's whereabouts."

Surprise froze on Snape's face.

He was silent for a while, lowered his voice, and asked in disbelief: "You went out this vacation just for this one thing...?"

And me, staying in the studio every day, staying up all night until dawn, just for a bastard who doesn't care about my life at all...?

"Huh?" Harry felt that something was wrong with Snape's tone, but he didn't know why, "That's one of the purposes, the other—"

He couldn't finish.

Because Snape slammed the door hard in his face.

Harry was completely stunned.

And Snape, who was burning with anger, didn't want to talk to Harry at all. He cursed, went back to the studio to clean up the failed cauldron, and didn't have the energy to clean himself up, so he went straight back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

When I woke up, night fell.

Snape opened the door and walked down, only to find that the kid who came back hadn't come in at all. He grimaced, went into the kitchen and made some food to eat, then sat in the living room for a while, couldn't put it down after all, and drilled again He entered the studio intending to test another idea... But soon, he walked out of the studio and looked suspiciously at the closed door.

That brat...wouldn't be that stupid, would he?Snape thought hesitantly, then he walked to the window and raised the curtains...

Under the lonely night light, a short body in a tattered black robe was leaning against the wall, with his hands in his pockets, his head lowered bit by bit, accidentally waking up too much, and blurting out a big yawn...

Snape couldn't stand it anymore, he opened the door abruptly and called out, "Harry? Ravens!"

Harry, who was leaning against the wall and almost fell asleep, woke up suddenly. He subconsciously turned to the direction of the sound, so fast that he almost twisted his neck.

This time Harry was fully awake, and he reached out to rub his throbbing neck: "Professor?"

"You don't have a key yourself, so you won't come in?" Snape asked in disbelief.

Harry was also innocent: "Professor, it's not like you're not inside...you slammed the door in front of me..." How dare I go in again?

The sheer respect left Snape speechless.

He didn't even have the ground to stare at Harry -- of course, even if he didn't have the ground, it didn't prevent him from giving the fool in front of him a few vicious glances.Snape let the door open to let him in: "You won't be waiting outside, are you?" He prayed that the brat would be smarter.

"Oh, no," said Harry honestly, "I went to Diagon Alley first."

Snape felt a little relieved, but still asked one more question: "When were you waiting outside?"

"Two hours after I first saw you." Harry put down his things, found his water glass and drank the whole glass in one go.

Snape immediately calculated his rest time, and found that...the other party had waited for six hours.

This number made his face darken: "Won't you knock on the door?"

"I knocked." Harry was even more aggrieved, "I knocked more than once..."

"..." Snape changed the subject, "Have you eaten tonight?"

Harry looked at Snape silently.

Snape: "...you can do it yourself in the kitchen." He looked at the tired-looking Harry, thought for a while, and hesitated, "...what do you want to eat?"

Do you mean to feed him?Harry looked at Snape flattered, and said, "No, no, no, I'll get it myself," he had already walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen, "Professor, have you eaten? Would you like something? "

Snape refused.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, Harry hesitated, and decided to get himself the simplest: a plate of fried noodles.

The two sat down at the dining table.After taking two bites, Harry suddenly remembered something, and turned back to look for his luggage: "By the way, there is something..."

"It's not too late for you to finish eating first," Snape said, but then he saw what Harry was going to give him - a thick stack of parchment.

Harry was a little embarrassed: "Well, it's the homework that I didn't finish on time a few times before-there were a few times where it was out of the way, so..."

Snape took it, he didn't say anything, just looked through it slowly.

Harry also stopped talking and continued to eat his late dinner.

After dinner, Snape took the parchment back to the studio and carefully put it away, while Harry sat in the living room for a while, then he raised his head and said to Snape: "Professor, I want to take Nagini's Tell Professor Dumbledore."

The figures walking around the studio stopped for a while.Then came an indifferent voice: "This is your own business."

"Yes, that's right," Harry hesitated, "Professor...are you not very happy?"

Snape turned around, and he looked at Harry with vaguely complicated eyes: "Why should I be unhappy?" He asked back.

Harry was questioned.He couldn't just go on and say "Then what were you doing slamming the door?" - that would be too embarrassing.

Fortunately, Snape went on to speak, his voice was low: "I often doubt whether you know what you are doing, and what the consequences will be..."

"I know, Professor," said Harry.

"Then..." Snape said.This world, let you have no nostalgia at all?

Harry didn't know what Snape was thinking, but he said what he was thinking. He lowered his eyes, a little depressed: "Even if it's the second time, I can't bear it...I haven't lived enough, I still want to With you... with you, the professor, with Il, Jaime Lily, and even Draco, I still want to fly Quidditch... but the professor."

He said to Snape:

"Something is worth our life."

There was a brief silence.

Snape finally said:

"You can tell Dumbledore to collect all the Horcruxes."

"But...give me another half a year."

Harry was in a daze.He opened his mouth, then stopped abruptly.

He suddenly realized that what he was going to say just now was neither Snape nor the professor.

It was Severus.

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69. Preparation · coming to an end...

The opening ceremony of the second grade came late in the expectation of many people.

After the Sorting Hat's school song and dinner, Slytherin's dormitory was re-divided, and Harry found that he no longer had a separate residence-he was a little regretful, but didn't care, because he had been notified to continue living in it since before school started. The Potions Office is here - "It will help Professor Snape keep abreast of your physical condition", these are the exact words of Dumbledore.

Draco, who was expecting to be in the same dormitory with Harry, knew about this, and immediately expressed his silent condolences and spiritual support to Harry.

Harry said that Professor Snape was actually very nice.

Draco simply ignored Harry.

The first month of second grade was a disorganized one, and most—nearly all—of the lower grades spent their days joking in the hallway, completely unaware of what the professor was teaching.

It is worth mentioning that at the end of this month, Gryffindor and Slytherin, who did not like each other, spontaneously organized a friendly Quidditch match. , Slytherin here are Draco and Harry - as for who will be the Seeker in this match, they used the simplest method to determine: guessing punches.

Harry's luck seemed to be a little better than Draco's.

It was a sunny afternoon with no wind.

In the audience, Li?Jordan yelled at the pitch through a loudspeaker: "It's only 10 minutes into the game! 10 minutes! This is the best — most violent — game I've ever seen! Oh — look, Flint did it What! He hit Angelina from the back! It was intentional, absolutely intentional! Did he think he wouldn't be sent off in a friendly?"

The Slytherin phalanx booed.

Lee pretended not to hear, and continued to say loudly: "Oh - now let's see 10:30, Gryffindor is temporarily behind, but I bet it won't last long... Wait, Slytherin Who is that little boy? Is he a Seeker? How come I haven't seen him in training? Could it be that Slytherin specially recruited foreign aid...?"

"Hey, it's none of your business!"

"Bastard, get off! Let's talk!"

"Go down! Go down!"

"Have you had enough, Gryffindor fool!"

There was a lot of dissatisfaction from the Slytherin side, and Gryffindor was not to be outdone, standing behind Li and yelling at Slytherin.

But the game on the court continued.

Seemingly unaffected by the noise around him, Lee went on to comment: "Oh, oh, let's keep watching the game, look, look! Fred scored a goal! He maneuvered around three people siege, and put the Quaffle into the Slytherin goal - well done, Fred! Twenty to thirty, the score will be evened in no time... oh!"

Lee suddenly screamed: "What are Potter and the Slytherin Seekers looking at? They're all heading to the same place... Did they see the Snitch? Oh my God, it's only been 10 minutes! It's only 10 minutes." Ten minutes — ah!" he cried, "look at the Slytherin Seeker, what is he doing! The Slytherin Seeker! He's flipping over and letting go of his hands — What does he want...?"

A wave of sound suddenly erupted in the field, with exclamations, cheers, mixed together, so loud that it made people dizzy-but this completely covered up the commentator Li?Jordan exclaimed.

His face was flushed, he stretched his neck and said with all his strength: "My God, my God—is this an upgraded and enhanced version of Ronski's fake move? The one that was rated as the top ten most dangerous moves One of the Ronsky feints? I have no doubt! No doubt this is a bolder and tougher move than any of the pros ever did! Oh, did he die? I bet it was Foreign aid! This is definitely foreign aid, Slytherin is shameless—” At this time, someone behind Li shouted something loudly.

Li reluctantly said: "Okay, okay...then the winner of this friendly match—" His voice suddenly became small and low, "Oh, it's Slytherin."

On the Quidditch pitch, Slytherin and Gryffindor players flew off their broomsticks.

Wood and a few players returned to the locker room angrily with the broom, but Il didn't follow in. When he saw Harry get off the broom, he yelled, "Harry, you cheated! You cheated!"

Draco, who was celebrating with Harry, happened to hear it, and he squinted at Il and sneered, "Did you say the wrong thing? Potter, why don't you take a look at what kind of broom you use, and what kind of broom Harry uses."

Il wasn't talking about that at all, but he looked at Harry, then at Malfoy, and wisely kept silent: "Then Harry, I'll go back first. You guys, uh..." He struggled for a while, "You guys ...go ahead and celebrate."

Harry nodded with a smile, then he turned and returned the broom to its original owner.

"Harry, are you really not going to go into Quidditch? You fly so well, the Seeker must be yours." Draco was full of envy. He had already noticed that Frings looked at Harry with bright eyes. up.

"Well... I don't have much time, I guess," said Harry. "You know, I study potions with Professor Snape every night..."

They left the field together.

On the second floor of the castle, behind a certain window facing the Quidditch pitch, Snape averted his eyes and continued walking towards the headmaster's office.

The old man with the long white beard was sitting behind the desk.

"Severus?" He looked up, "What's the matter?"

"I have an idea," Snape said straight to the point, with one hand pressed to his lips, his dark eyes flickering with thought, "about him. I need your help, Dumbledore."

"No problem." The old man behind the desk sat up straight, "What's the specific content? What's the time? Harry has already come to see me once."

"That's not surprising at all," said Snape dryly. "That idiot... well, let me think about it."

He was a little irritable, looked away, looked at the silverware next to him casually for a while, and finally said: "Maybe...after Christmas."

After September, October is the golden-yellow October. As soon as October is over, Halloween is coming.

A black cloud of bats circled the dining room, forcing the hollowed out, candled pumpkin to move over and over again, trying to avoid the mindless critters. .

After the lively banquet, the four colleges held a small banquet in their respective common rooms.But Il and Harry sneaked out of the lounge together with a tacit understanding. They returned to Godric's Hollow (a privilege given by Dumbledore) through the fireplace.Then they saw the same pumpkin heads with candles, tables full of pies, drinks, popcorn, and more.

Lily was standing by the table. She was wearing a vampire cloak and a tattered pointed hat on her head. Her eyes turned light red under the effect of magic, and her teeth turned into canines under the same effect. A little point protruding from the lips, very cute.

Harry and Earl were already at the table.

Lily smiled and cast a few small spells on the two of them.Harry noticed a pair of horns growing on Il's head, and Il noticed a cat's whiskers growing on Harry's face.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

At this time, the strong night wind blew the door open.

Everyone looked out together, and saw a majestic and beautiful stag, stepping on the moonlight, running in from outside the house lightly.The moment it passed the gate, it suddenly accelerated, rushed towards Il who was next to Harry, quickly lowered its head, and flew up again——

El had already sat on the majestic stag, and he laughed and grabbed the antlers with one hand and greeted Harry with the other.

The stag stopped in front of Harry.

Harry was a little overwhelmed.

The stag lowered its head again, gently rubbed Harry's raised hand, and then looked at him lovingly with brown eyes.

Harry's hand that had touched the stag froze in mid-air.

Lily stepped forward quietly, knelt down, and surrounded everyone with her arms.

Harry's hand finally fell on the graceful neck of the stag in front of him.

The warmth of the blood passes through the epidermis, reaches the palm, and then sneaks into the new blood vessels.

It is alive.

The beating of the heart moves the meridians, vibrates the palm, and resonates with another heart.

it is real.

Harry's eyes filled with tears for a split second.

He opened his eyes wide without blinking, carefully taking all the beauty of this moment into his eyes and into his heart.

He will remember today and cherish today.

Even tomorrow will face death.

Halloween has left with everyone's reluctance, and Christmas has followed the footsteps of winter, quietly coming.

Twelve tall and beautiful fir trees appeared in the spacious auditorium.Some trees had streamers hanging from them, others had little stars, and still others had icicles and candles with sparkling stars.

Everyone was so excited and couldn't wait for the holiday.Il walked down the hallway with Harry, trying to convince Harry to go back to Godric's Hollow for Christmas—preferably for a short stay.

Harry was a little absent-minded, and he didn't answer if El was going to do it or not - despite the fact that he was very much looking forward to being back in Godric's Hollow for Christmas.

"Hey, Harry, can you tell me?" Il said helplessly, "Or I can go back to eat." He wondered if he couldn't stay after eating.

"Um..." Harry said hesitantly, "I'll get back to you later?"

Ill calmly pointed out the problem: "We'll be on the Hogwarts Express in a while. We'll be on vacation soon, Harry."

Harry knew this too.

agree?Harry whispered to himself inwardly.Even if it's about to start, it's only a day late, and it won't matter... Besides, there is no reason to start at this time...Everyone has to celebrate Christmas...

Harry opened his mouth, he had already decided to agree to Il first.

But that's when Snape came around the corner and their eyes met.

Snape didn't say anything, his expression was gloomy and indifferent as usual, and he didn't even stop for a moment-but when he and Harry looked at each other, the fleeting complexity in his eyes made Harry understand everything up.

Harry stopped, and he spoke to Il beside him, but the content of his words changed completely: "I don't think this year will pass, Il."

"What?" cried El. "Where are you going, then? My God—Lily's going to deafen my ears!"

"Sorry." Harry smiled apologetically, and started to chase in the direction Snape left.

Il followed up and asked: "Harry, why don't you go back? Next year? You will go back!"

Harry, who was running towards Snape, glanced back at Il.

Il, who was puzzled and depressed because Harry couldn't go back, was startled suddenly.

He just thought he saw a pair of eyes full of complexity—but where is the complexity?When Yi Er took a closer look, he found that those eyes were still clear and bright.

"Okay, I will." The corners of Harry's lips were raised, his eyes were curved, and he smiled beautifully at Il.Then he walked away without thinking.

This is the answer he thought of.El thought he should be happy.But he was not happy, he felt a little sad.

—He didn't know why he was sad.

On the other side, Harry, who had made up his mind, caught up with Snape in a few steps.

Snape gave Harry a sombre look, said nothing, and just walked towards the cellar.

Harry followed to the cellar.He asked, "Professor, it's already started, isn't it?"

"Who told you that?" said Snape, who gave Harry a nasty look. "Mr. Ravens can't wait to taste death, can't he?"

"I've tried." Harry said calmly, and he added, "Besides, it's not that I can't wait, it's just that I don't want to escape."

Snape just sneered at that.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Finally, it was Harry who broke the silence: "Professor..."

Snape didn't wait for Harry to finish: "If you want to ask if you are ready, or if you want to ask me about my promise to you," he said in a bad tone, "then as you wish, Mr. Ravens."

For a moment, Harry thought he had lost his voice.But almost immediately, he calmed down and was able to control himself to say what he should say next: "So...how long? I mean, really start..."

"Three days later," Snape said coldly.

"Oh." That was all Harry could say.

"Then," Snape's face couldn't be more ugly, his expression was so gloomy that he could almost wring himself out of the water, "Spider's End, even if you want to kill yourself so impatiently—" He smiled with a smile on his face , "As your poor professor, I have to take care of you, within the bounds of my duties--it's not very pleasant, and I wish I could get rid of each other, don't you?"

Harry twitched at Snape's insincere words - he wouldn't ignore what was in front of him because of some mean words from the other party.

But Snape was obviously not happy with Harry's understanding.

He scowled at Harry for a while, then turned to get the floo powder by the stove, and prepared to go back to Spider's End.

But at this time, Harry said: "Professor, can I ask?"

"What?" Snape said dryly.

"Why do you put so much thought into me?" Harry looked at Snape, hesitant to say anything, "I mean, a lot of things that are completely unnecessary... that don't belong to you... no..." He hesitated .

Snape's progress faltered.His back seemed to be a little stiff, but immediately, he said coldly: "It's just because you are the only extra student I teach, Mr. Ravens."

Harry was silent for a while.Then he smiled relievedly: "It's like this." He followed to Snape's side and picked up a pinch of green Floo powder from the small box.He asked Snape beside him: "Professor, if I can't come back... tell them that I have traveled abroad, will they believe it?"

Snape didn't answer.

Harry didn't wait for Snape to answer either.He threw the Floo powder into the fire, stepped into the flame the moment it turned green, and yelled, "Spider's End!"

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Sad and hopeless.

Miscalculation, the next chapter solves the problem.

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70. The Other Side of Happiness

Three days passed in a flash.

It has just snowed, not very big, scattered on the ground, quietly refracting subtle fluorescent light at night.

In a dilapidated, still lighted house behind the huge mill chimney in Spider's End, Harry was draped in a blanket, shyly looking out at the drab cobbled street through a slit of curtain.

He kept doing this for a while.

Snape was busy in the studio on the first floor. He had been busy for a whole day, but in fact, everything was completed as early as last night.

Under the dim light in the living room, the atmosphere in the house was heavy and stagnant. At this time, the sound of the clock on the wall was infinitely elongated and amplified, so harsh and boring that it almost drove people crazy.

The clock struck twelve at midnight.

Snape continued to concoct potions in the studio, looking as if he had completely forgotten about the people in the living room.

But the statue-like Harry sitting in the living room finally moved.

He jumped off the sofa, moved his stiff hands, feet, shoulders and neck, leaned in front of the fireplace to warm himself up to get rid of the cold, then yawned, wrapped the blanket again, and said to Snape: "Professor, Professor Dumbledore Waiting for your signal to start? I gotta say," he shrugged comically, "it's not a good idea to keep an old man up all night."

The black robe with its back to Harry stopped in the studio.But he didn't turn around, and he didn't speak.

Harry waited a moment, then whispered, "Professor, maybe - you put the things down and go to Professor Dumbledore? I think I can... be by myself."

"Alone?" Snape repeated Harry's words in a low voice.He turned to face Harry, and there was no expression on his face at first, but fury immediately appeared, "Stupid! Reckless! Overreaching! I don't know what to do!" Don't you have to toss your already slim chance of survival? If you really don't want to live, you can leave here immediately! Do you think everyone will be touched by your sacrifice? Hmm? Saint Ravens? Savior Ravens?" He hissed with a sneer, "I'm afraid they'll say: Oh, look, there's a stupid Ravens for pointless Horcruxes—"

"'No point'?" Harry repeated in disbelief, raising his voice abruptly. "You mean 'no point'?"

"Isn't it?" said Snape, pointing pointedly at potential hidden dangers that hadn't yet surfaced. "If this all overlaps with your previous world, where is the main soul? Are you trying to escape all this by dying?" ?”

"Escape?" Harry repeated, looking completely overwhelmed by the word.

"You heard me right." Snape said softly, "Escape, Mr. Ravens, I really don't want to understand it that way, but your urgency for death really compelled me to make such an association. Are you afraid? After you defeated it, you who faced it again were actually afraid? You tried to escape these with death, just because—"

Harry had already prepared countless words of rebuttal.

But Snape's next calm sentence pierced all his pretense of strength with ease: "You're afraid of losing people you hold dear once again."

Harry looked pale.

Snape looked at Harry for a while, then waved his wand silently, and handed him a cup of hot water.

Harry was a little surprised, but he took it and thanked Snape gratefully.

Snape didn't say anything, he took the initiative to go to the sofa and sit down.

Harry sat down too.He drank several sips of hot water, and after feeling that his hands and feet were warm again, he took a deep breath and said carefully, "Maybe... I am like this. I really can't stand any more troubles with anyone... Professor, you don't know, the first time I ever touched a prong, my dad..."

The term made Snape frown in disgust.

Harry's voice tightened.He closes his eyes, but that doesn't stop his eye sockets from flushing, nor does it stop a slight choke from leaking out of his voice.

He lowered his head and put his hand on his forehead: "You won't understand, professor, you won't understand..."

Snape sat on the sofa.Greasy black hair hung down from both sides of his cheeks, covering most of his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

Harry gradually calmed down.He looked straight at Snape, clear and serene.

Snape noticed the other's eyes.This pair of emerald green eyes is not pure, different from the pair he was obsessed with before - because he has experienced and precipitated too many things.

But they are equally clean.

"Maybe so," Harry admitted again, but he asked the same, "But what else do you do, Professor."

"The Horcruxes must be destroyed." Harry continued calmly. "With the Horcruxes, Voldemort will always exist and live forever...I can't think of anything more absurd and terrifying than this. And the rest...I have to say, 'Savior' is probably very important, but I'm really not that important. In fact, even in the past, it was Dumbledore who fought Voldemort all the time. It's always because of him that I can escape and even win again and again..." Ha Leigh shook his head, not wanting to continue.

"You've grown enough," Snape said shortly.

"Not irreplaceable." Harry's answer was equally concise.

Then he stood up, signaling that this conversation was over: "Maybe we should start."

Snape didn't move.

"Professor," Harry urged.

Snape still didn't move.

"Professor." Harry said again, but this time, his tone was almost pleading.

"Does it have to be like this?" Snape asked in a low voice.He got no answer, and didn't expect any.

He had already stood up and walked into the studio to get various potions that had been brewed.

Harry stood alone in the living room for a while.

Then he turned around and walked towards the lounge on the second floor with heavy but firm steps.

This is Snape's room.The same style as the bedroom at Hogwarts, simple and cold, the windows nailed to the wood on the wall are tightly covered by black curtains, and the only light source in the whole room is the lamp with candles hanging from the ceiling. lamp.

Harry stood at the door for a while, and he suddenly realized a very serious problem - when he came six years ago, this bedroom didn't have any soft sofa or soft chair for sitting down except for the bed; When he came back six years later, there was nothing extra in this bedroom... So, where should he sit?

"Go to bed." Snape also came up, he glanced at Harry, and immediately understood what the other party was thinking.

"This... this, isn't it good?" Harry stammered, most of his heavy heart was blown away by this sudden blow.

"...what were you thinking?" Snape asked, frowning. "It's just to keep you from rolling off the couch when the time comes."

Harry quickly stated that he hadn't thought about anything: "I mean, if you're afraid of me rolling off the sofa, you can use the Transfiguration Charm to turn the sofa into a small bed."

Snape's eyes flickered.

Of course, what the kid in front of him said was also a solution—a very simple and easy-to-associate solution.

But when he thought of "need a bed", his first reaction was not this, but to bring this kid into his room... into his space...

Snape's face was a little gloomy, and he said, "Since—"

Harry glanced at Snape, suddenly and inexplicably feeling something was wrong.Such a completely intuitive premonition made him hastily interrupt Snape, and smiled flatteringly at the other party: "But since I came up—then Professor, is it okay to borrow your bed?"

Before Snape could speak, he saw the kid in front of him wrapped in a blanket, quickly took off his shoes and got on the bed, and adjusted the position of the pillow in an instant and leaned on it - just barely lifted the quilt.

Snape didn't want to dwell on that.He glared at Harry, took his medicine chest to the bedside, waved his wand to conjure himself a chair and sat down, took a mother-of-pearl potion from the top shelf of the medicine chest and handed it to Harry.