When the savior is no longer the savior

As everyone walked out together, they didn't know what happened.

Amidst the din, Harry pulled Draco to stand up, and quickly retreated to the corner vigilantly. He hurriedly told Draco to pick up his wand, but he got the reply of "the wand is in the room" in a crying voice.

Harry didn't have time to talk to Draco, he swung his wand downward like a knife, and suddenly, a huge explosion sounded in the hall, drowning out all other sounds, and the crowd who were pushing and running outside was also silent There was a silence.

Lucius immediately seized the opportunity, and he cast a megaphone spell, and an angry voice rumbled through the hall—Narcisa finally got out of the crowd, her clothes were disheveled and her long blond hair was loose, but she herself He didn't pay attention to this at all, but ran towards Draco behind Harry in a panic, with a face full of fear.

Harry's eyes flicked from Narcissa's face to Crabbe who was fixed on the floor, but at this moment, a strong force from the side pulled him away from his original position.

"—Harry?" Snape's voice was low and short.

Harry's wand, which was pointing in the direction of the force, immediately dropped, and he turned his head, just in time to meet the fear in Snape's eyes that hadn't had time to get rid of it.

Harry froze for a moment, then immediately said, "I'm fine, Professor. He's got the Imperius Curse." He pointed to the man on the ground and explained, "Casted the Killing Curse on Draco—"

Narcissa, who ran over, choked out a panicked sob from her throat.

"I think—" Years of Auror habit kept Harry going, but the sound of Lucius' furious "Notice Auror" woke him up, and he stopped talking.

Snape's face was tense, and he pulled Harry's sleeve to examine carefully, and he didn't seem to hear what Harry was saying at all.

Harry was a little unnatural, but he didn't stop Snape's actions, he just said, "I'm really fine...uh," the sleeve of his left hand was rolled up, and a bruise appeared in the sight of the two of them, Harry was stunned After a while, it occurred to him that it should have just hit the floor and bruised... Although he didn't think it was an "injury" at all, but looking at Snape's cloudy expression, he said wisely, "A little Charms will do, Professor."

Snape grimaced, said nothing, drew out his wand and tapped it on Harry's shoulder.

Harry put down his sleeves, and by this time everyone had almost calmed down.Narcissa straightened her clothes and hair, walked over to Harry with a reserved look—but still a little frightened—and nodded: "Thank you very much, Harry," she said kindly, "May I call you that?"

"Of course." Harry smiled politely.

Narcissa immediately turned to Snape: "Severus, I'm sorry to show you this scene, the Aurors will come right away—"

"I know," Snape nodded slightly, "Go ahead, I'll wait here."

"Maybe," interrupted Harry suddenly, pointing to the approaching Crabbe parents who were already hugging Crabbe, and they were yelling to inform St. Mungo's, but no one answered, "or inform St. Mungo's treatment at the same time. Master? The Imperius Curse is very harmful."

Narcissa gave Harry a surprised look, then she looked at Crabbe, who was still under the Petrifying Charm, with disgust, and said, "Of course, I will."

She hurried away with Draco.

Snape was also called away by Lucius after a while, saying that he was assisting the Aurors who came to investigate the suspect.

Harry looked at the nobles around him who were still panic-stricken, and shook his head in his heart.But he obviously couldn't say anything, so he had to wait on the sidelines with nothing to do.

The waiting time was not too long. About an hour later, the frightened nobles left one after another tiredly.

Harry bet the Malfoys had never had such a failure before - just look at the faces of Lucius and Narcissa as they walked towards each other.

Lucius apologized to Snape: "Sorry, Severus, I didn't expect this to happen."

"Nobody thought of that," Snape said.

Narcissa expressed her apology and gratitude to Harry again with a smile, and then she invited: "It's so late, Harry, maybe you can stay and rest with Xiaolong? I think he will be very happy."

Harry was about to refuse, but Snape said quickly, "That's not bad."

"Professor?" Before Harry's astonishment surfaced, Snape said again unquestionably, "I'll owl over your potion tomorrow morning."

Does this mean that you don't want to see him until tomorrow morning is over?Harry was baffled, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Snape had already sprinkled Floo powder into the fireplace, and then stepped into the green flame without hesitation.

All of Harry's words were stuck in his throat. After a while, he stared at the flames that had turned orange again, and said dryly, "That... thank you very much, Mrs. Malfoy, my pleasure."

Narcissa and Lucius looked at each other thoughtfully, and led Harry to Draco's room together.

At this moment, Snape, who had returned to Spider's End, lost his strength for an instant.He sank into the armchair, closed his eyes, and buried his face in his palms.A picture firmly occupied his mind - the picture of Harry and another girl together.

what are they doing?

Ever since seeing that scene, Snape couldn't help asking himself this question countless times.

Was it a simple accident, or were they whispering, or simply...kissing each other?

This terrible conjecture made Snape's heart twitch.

"Merlin..." The vague and difficult voice leaked from Snape's hand, full of gloom and dullness.He never thought that until now, his heart would still be filled with jealousy and hatred because of his feelings...

No.Snape thought desperately, even more so than then, at that moment, he almost wanted to give that girl - or himself - a sharp edge, perhaps Cruciatus...?

No no, Severus, you can't do this.Snape warned himself sternly in his heart.

That's your student!That kid—that kid—was only 12 anyway!And you know, he likes girls, he almost married a girl...

But he once moaned and catered to you under your body...

No no, sooner or later he will have another girl he likes.

But he used to be so close to you...

No no, sooner or later he will marry again and have one or more lovely children.

...but I like him!A voice from the bottom of his heart yelled out at Snape.

Then another voice answered him calmly:

But he only regards you as a respectable professor.

honourable.

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73. Severus Snape ([-])

On January 1993, 1, I woke up from my sleep, my mind was in a mess.

All kinds of pictures in the dream just now still clearly remain in my consciousness.

I felt hot and cold almost at the same time.

The hotness of the body and the severe coldness of the heart.

Yes, that's right, a passionate dream—a very passionate dream.I thought with malice, and then became powerless because this malice could only be aimed at myself.

Maybe I need a lover now?I thought so, and then laughed at my cowardly escape.

Come on, Severus, you know, that face in the dream is so clear... you just want to own him, completely, completely.

... dreaming.

The faint light shines through the heavy curtains, sprinkles sparsely beside the dark green pillow, and falls some spots of light.

The room was very quiet.

I feel tired, even after waking up from sleep.

I never imagined myself falling in love with a child, even in my wildest dreams... oh, maybe I shouldn't have said that?I thought to myself, after all, I just had a passionate, intense, and thorough dream of possessing someone of the same sex.

And even though the same-sex person was an adult in the dream, I think—I think—I'm afraid, it doesn't change the fact that the—well, that brat—was literally only 12 years old.

But that 12-year-old kid seemed to have invaded my entire life.

In just one and a half years.

This year and a half can be regarded as a long time in the memory at this time. Compared with the day-to-day, day-to-day, same-level days a few years earlier... day after day, the same level?

I was silent for a moment.

Since when did I subconsciously think that my previous life was 'day in and day out'?

Just because of that kid...

Just because of a Potter.

Oh, oh, yes, yes, the guy wasn't just 12, he was a Potter.

One of my favorite Potters.

I still remember when I heard the old Potter say that on a forbidden black magic item (Marauder's Map), the kid's surname was Potter other than Ravens, I was almost dumbfounded, and I didn't even know what Lily was When to break the glass and when to leave my office.

And beyond that?

...other than that, there is nothing left.

That's how I accepted a Potter...well, even though I never called him a Potter.

But I swear I won't think anything is impossible in the world, since I might like a Potter, why can't Merlin be a lunatic?

But even if Merlin is a madman, it won't make up for the damage I've done.

That cunning little brat—how could he tease me with a completely ignorant attitude?

After I'm really tempted?

But such criticism is obviously of no avail.Distraught, I lifted the covers and sat up.

There was a faint smell of bodily fluids in the air for a moment.

I felt more and more irritable, and there was a distinct sense of disgust rising - directed at myself.

I tried to forget the dream just now.

However, that dream became more and more clear—I could easily describe all the details of the dream without even closing my eyes and recalling it.

For example, the folded eyebrows of the person below him, the lips that were red and slightly swollen because of the slightest trace, or even the smooth body that has left enough life to grind, but is still—more and more—attractive, and Or the flexible and strong legs that were once entwined around my waist... Yes, the suppressed, low moan that resembled pain and joy... He opened his eyes, and his eyes sparkled like spring water Rouliang...he just looked at me without blinking...he called me Severus.

Severus.

The monotonous chime of the clock on the wall suddenly struck.

I woke up suddenly, I couldn't even curse, so I could only escape into the washroom, turn off the apron, and let the cold water pour over my head.

The flames of the body were quickly extinguished.

But the feeling in the bottom of his heart jumped up instead, as if he was competing with the coldness on the surface of his body.

My mouth is a little dry, and my mouth is still astringent and bitter.

It's only been one night, and I'm starting to miss that... oh, maybe it shouldn't be one night?After all, I just had an un-forgivable dream.And in that dream, the little ghost I missed was the protagonist.

I'm a little numb.

I feel like I can't get any deeper.

When did it start?

From the time when the kid was next to me, drank a whole pot of poison, and exposed all his fragility, or he forced himself again, watching him sacrifice his most precious life for the so-called justice, probably without anyone knowing when?

Or, just for that night.

Just because he jumped into my arms defenselessly on that starry night...

Such complete trust and beauty.

And everything after that is just the usual cunning practice of that cunning brat, right?One thing after another left me with no energy to think about and hesitate. After everything came to an end, I woke up, but I was bound by an invisible emotional rope, unable to break free.

I suddenly remembered an idea that came up more than a year ago: find someone, just get married.

Thinking about it now, this absurd idea is almost a century away.

As for the evaluation of such an idea, apart from "ridiculous" and "ridiculous", it seems that there is no need to use other words.

No, maybe there is another one?

"escape".

I have always been afraid to face feelings directly.Whether it was Lily back then, or him now...Harry.

I am now as cowardly and unprogressive as I was ten years ago.

The cold water was still rushing.

I turned off the faucet, put on clean clothes, and went outside.

A house with only one person is quiet and desolate.

The curtains were not drawn, and the sunlight came in from the window, projecting on the walls and the floor, which was so bright that one couldn't bear it.

I made myself a simple breakfast, but I couldn't eat it—it wasn't the kid's fault.I breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of my heart, then got up and took out the potion I had prepared before, tied it on the owl's leg and sent it to the people who were temporarily staying at Malfoy's house.

The hand of the hour just hit the number eight, maybe I sent it too early, but—

Whatever it is.I felt irritated again, and I knew why it was so irritating.I felt that I had to find something for myself, and decided that at least today, I would not care about anything about that brat—who knows if he is with some little girl he likes!

Kiss each other at the age of 12!I thought furiously.

It's really -- impulsive and reckless, I don't know what to say!He doesn't know what he really likes, what he wants——

But what does it matter to you, Severus?

Yes, of course, you like him, but you should know - you should have known - some things, just because you like him will not change.

Just like Lily.

That was the case back then, and now, Severus, you understand how far the gap between you is.

You are of the same sex, you are his professor, you are 20 years apart from him, you and his family—Old Potter—get along badly, and you can’t wait to cast a curse on each other when you meet—

There is no problem with the current relationship. It is a delicate balance point. Old Potter and I can avoid meeting each other and pretend that the other party does not exist.

But what about going one step further?

How can I stand it?

And what about that kid?Will his respect and trust be wiped out in such confrontation after confrontation...?

Oh, maybe, this kind of respect and trust would have turned into horror and disgust earlier, when he knew that his professor actually thought of him like that?

Severus, are you going to take such a risk?

Can you afford the possible consequences?

...And, even if he finally agreed.Severus, you know, you can see how much he expects from a "home".

Either the one in Godric's Hollow, or the one he might make up in the future.

So, can you give him a child?A most unique and ordinary gift that completes all his expectations.

……

You can't.

Severus.

So, is maintaining the status quo the best option?

There are still five and a half years to go.I told myself.Watch him grow from a child to a man again, watch him shine in the wizarding world, watch him get married and have children with another - there will be in the future - girl.

A hopeless future.

I was thinking like this, but I knew that I had compromised—yes, yes, I don't think I could in any case inject avoidance and disgust into those eyes that were once full of trust.

I'm not 17 anymore.

I can't bear that pain again...

I looked at the potions book with a page in it on my lap.

Maybe what I need is not a diversion, but a complete rest.

Because of that desperate and unwilling cry that has been clamoring in my heart.

— how can you do this?Severus, how could you decide to give up without doing anything?

——After 12 years, finally encountering the frivolous and gorgeous skirt of love again?

——You will not fall in love with a third person again, no one can enter a heart that is already occupied.

...Severus. ?

74

74. Platinum Noble...

The night was quiet.

In Malfoy's luxurious guest room, Harry came out of the bathroom brushing his hair, saw Draco still sitting on his temporary bed, and wondered, "Draco, don't you go to rest first?"

Draco said sleepily: "I don't want to sleep." He pointed to the milk beside him, "Your."

Harry thanked him, walked over to take a sip from his cup, and asked clearly, "Do you want to chat?"

Draco said nothing.

Harry didn't force himself, he grabbed a book from the bookcase and sat on the bed, blinking his dry eyes while reading.

Draco, who was also sitting on the bed, glanced at Harry, picked up his previous book and flipped through it randomly, but before turning two pages, he shouted: "Dobby! Dobby!"

There was a soft "bang", and the house elf appeared in the bedroom.Dobby bowed deeply, his slender nose almost touched the plush carpet on the floor: "Dobby has met the little master, what is the little master's order?"

"Where did I ask you to make supper? Why haven't you seen it for a long time?" Draco asked aggressively with an ugly face.

"The little master just ordered that Dobby and the other elves haven't been able to complete the task..." Dobby's protruding green eyes like tennis balls were covered with a layer of water.

But Draco didn't seem to want to listen to Dobby's explanation at all. He grabbed his glass and smashed it, saying viciously, "It's useless! Trash! I—"

Harry, who was silent on the side, suddenly reached out and pressed Draco's shoulder hard.

The calm and warm force penetrated the clothes, touched the skin, and then passed into the body.Draco, who was being irritable and angry, froze for a moment, and the bursting anger couldn't help but rest.

"I just thought of something to talk to you about, Draco," said Harry.

This is an obvious excuse. Is there anything that can't be said just now, can't be said later, and must be said now?

Draco looked gloomy, he suppressed his anger and let Dobby leave, and then asked bluntly, "What's the matter, Harry?"

Harry looked at Draco for a moment.Then he put down his book, sat up straight, and cut to the chase: "Draco, you almost died."

Draco's face turned pale, and there was lingering horror in his expression.

Harry suddenly thought of the platinum nobleman who had been his age - well, they were the same age now, in fact - and he remembered that the annoying, but not evil minor nobleman was actually a coward, He would tremble when Hermione pointed at him with his wand, and he would scream in fright when he was being teased by himself wearing an invisibility cloak... In the end, even under the pressure of the Dark Lord, he didn't have enough courage Attack Dumbledore.

As the wise old man said.

The child's soul has not fallen to that point.

He may not be likable, but he is by no means evil.

The soft candlelight sprinkled from the zenith, and the clean smell of pine needles loomed in the room.

Harry stared at the blurred gray shadows reflected in the windows - the outlines of trees and grass.He didn't know why he'd suddenly thought of this, but he thought maybe he should give Draco a heads up - and himself a little bit.

The Imperius Curse and the Killing Curse, such methods look too similar to the past.

—too much like the way those scumbags always do.

Harry considered what he could say: "The Imperius Curse and Avada Kedavra, two of the three Unforgivable Curses, if that green light does hit you, you'll never be able to open your eyes again .”

Draco was shaking all over.

But Harry didn't stop, he continued: "The Imperius Curse in Crabbe, I don't know the situation yet. But as far as I know-and you should understand-the reason why the Three Unforgivable Curses are called It is unforgivable because the damage it caused is irreversible. You should pray that nothing happens to Crabbe," he said in a deep voice, "This time the incident is obviously aimed at you, and Crabbe is only because of being close to you. You will be cast with the Imperius Curse if you start."

"I almost died - you told me to pray for others?" Draco screamed in anger and fear.

Harry's gaze sharpened for a moment, but then he said gently, "The Imperius Curse has the potential to permanently damage a person's spirit and intellect." He paused for a moment, but not waiting for Draco to say something, just For the next words: "Also, Draco, do you think the person who tried to kill you this time will be caught?"

"What do you want to say?" Draco asked through gritted teeth, his expression was so ugly that one could think that it was none other than Harry sitting next to him who cast the Killing Curse on him.

Harry's eyes flickered, and for a few seconds, he wanted to tell Draco his vague premonition.But when his eyes touched that ugly and nervous immature face, all the impulses in Harry's heart faded away like a tide.

In the end, he just shrugged and told the other party in a relaxed tone: "I was just wondering when he would be caught. Malfoy's power has always been strong. And Fudge left in a panic this time without any incident, and he will probably have to Compromised with your father in some respects."

Harry really felt relaxed and happy after talking about it—Merlin knew that he didn't like the Minister of Magic who had always been afraid of Dumbledore, not to mention that Umbridge once messed up Hogwarts chaos.

Draco's face softened, but he kept his mouth shut.

Harry drank his own milk, and he suggested to Draco: "Sleep together? The bed is so big."

This invitation, which was not at all aristocratic, surprised Draco. He seemed a little hesitant, wanting to agree but embarrassed.

Harry didn't care that much, he yawned loudly, turned off the light, pulled back the quilt, and dragged Draco into it.

The thick blackness that can't be seen beyond the reach of the hands is actually only a moment.Immediately afterwards, faint starlight came in from the window and spread on the furniture in the room. Although it could not really illuminate them, it also coated them with a thin layer of silver light.

Draco, who was pulled by Harry to sleep together, was a little uncomfortable. He moved his body, trying to get away from the heat source beside him, but heard Harry's voice.

Maybe it was because of the darkness, or maybe it was because of the topic, Draco felt that the other party's voice was a little different from usual...but the voice was obviously still the same.

He couldn't help turning his head to the side, and saw the person beside him sleeping on the pillow, the soft white moonlight slanting down, dizzying a sense of peace.

The long breath that rang in his ears combined with this scene, calmed down the last trace of anxiety in his heart.

"Acute Arms is a useful spell."

Harry closed his eyes, and said while sorting out all the magic that the opponent could use that he could think of, "Practice more, and aim at the opponent's palm... armor protection, it is likely to save your life in a melee, No one will know whether the next flying spell will come from the enemy in front of you, or the enemy next to you... or even a careless teammate."

"All petrification is undoubtedly better than the Leg Locking Curse, and the mana consumed by the two is about the same... Slumped, I don't think you will ignore this effective and easy-to-understand spell... Throat Locking Tongue , grinning, if I have to choose one, I would rather choose the latter. I think a Malfoy will not forget that there is a form of magic in the world called silent spell. Of course, in a theoretical sense, the former is better than the latter, silent After all, it is not easy to master the spell. But in fact, when you use the former, it is easy to be careless, so that you are turned over..."

Harry pondered, considering what spells are suitable for Draco's current age, but he thought about it, and felt that apart from these, it would be better for his father to master those spells that are difficult and consume a lot of mana. ——Mr. Malfoy spent a little Gallon and equipped Draco with some magic props, which is even better, anyway, this is not a problem for Malfoy at all.

"As for the rest, let your father—" After thinking about it, Harry opened his eyes and turned to Draco, but fell silent in the middle of the sentence.

Draco was lying on his side, belonging to the Malfoy family, his blond hair, which was equally dazzling in the dark, fell softly on his cheeks, rising and falling with his breath...

He was already asleep.

It's a quiet night.

Draco woke up suddenly when his belly was pale in the east.He stared at the unfamiliar furnishings around him, and it took him a while to realize that he was not resting in his room last night, but sleeping with Harry.

—Following Harry?

Draco suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit to the other party - not for the analysis of the Unforgivable Curse, nor for the application of the spell, but for that bastard Potter!

Platinum little dragon gritted his teeth in the darkness.He reached out and pushed the sleeping man next to him.

It wasn't a room he was familiar with. Harry didn't sleep very well, but dawn was always the time when people were most likely to get sleepy.Half asleep, half awake, Harry felt someone pushing him, he couldn't help moaning, turned over and muttered, "Oh, stop making noise... Il..."

Draco almost exploded his lungs after pushing him away.

He sat up straight, widened his eyes and shouted, "Harry!"

Harry was jolted awake this time.He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and asked sleepily, "Draco? What's wrong?"

Draco was speechless instead.

What should he say?Asked why Harry was called Il's name just now?Or just be more direct, asking Harry why he still associates with Il?

—Of course he could.

But what would Harry choose?Between him and Potter?Draco came to the conclusion almost without thinking, his heart sank uncontrollably.

Harry would choose Potter, no matter what unforgivable things Potter had done - he would eventually forgive him!

Ridiculous and ridiculous!Draco thought annoyed.What's so good about that stupid Gryffindor?Mingling with the Muggleborn half-breed, and the Potters are no match for the Malfoys, anyone who is smart will know how to choose, if his other friends were as stupid as Harry, he would have cut them off long ago—

But Harry wasn't "other".

He saved him three times.

Three times.

Thinking of this, Draco was suddenly discouraged.He looked at the puzzled person in front of him, and said "nothing" angrily, checked the time, and stopped resting, opened the door with his clothes, and walked to his room.

Harry was at a loss, and didn't bother to worry about what happened to Draco. He also didn't continue to rest, got up and walked into the bathroom.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the Malfoys sat down at the dinner table on time - and brought an outsider with them, Harry?Ravens.

A breakfast was eaten quietly.

Afterwards, Narcissa called Draco away, and Lucius took Harry to the study. He thanked Harry formally, with full sincerity—if you don’t look at the always cold and guarded gray blue The words of the eyes.

Harry didn't feel much about it, and he politely declined Lucius' offer for last night.

Lucius didn't force it, he stroked his snake-headed cane: "This is not the first time you have saved Draco, Harry."

Harry didn't say a word. He felt that to some extent, Draco, who was close to him this time, was indeed more troubled - just like Hermione and Ron back then.

...Speaking of which, his luck doesn't seem to be very good, and... um, hurting the people around him?Harry thought to himself.

The current master of Malfoy is undoubtedly much older than Draco.Sitting in the armchair, Lucius's blue-gray eyes had returned to indifference, and he continued in a low voice: "It seems that Draco has made a good friend. I have never done what you did before." express--"

"Mr. Malfoy," Harry said suddenly.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, motioning for Harry to speak.

Harry said: "I'm afraid you remember wrongly. The reason why I was able to buy some magic props in advance when I was under the spell was because you greeted people?"

Lucius' expression became strange and irritated, and he asked coldly, "Did Bokin tell you?"

"No, Mr. Borgin is very trustworthy, but it's not hard to guess, is it? No one would give an unknown brat an advance credit, even if he said something good." Harry shrugged.

"You paid the money yourself in the end." Lucius said calmly.

Harry smiled, his expression was calm and calm: "It's not a big deal."

Lucius looked like he wanted to say something more, but Harry stood up first: "Mr. Malfoy, I think I should go back - if there is anything else, you can contact Professor Snape. I'm tutoring at the professor's Potion."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lucius to answer, Harry took the Floo powder himself, sprinkled it into the fireplace, and called out the name of the destination after stepping into the green flame—but not Spider's End, but Diagon Alley .

The flames whizzed from green to red.Lucius' expression on the armchair was a little ugly.

At this time, the door was knocked lightly, and then Narcissa pushed the door in: "Lucius? Where's Harry?"

"Let's go." Lucius said coldly.

Narcissa was stunned for a moment: "Draco is still waiting for him below—" She looked at Lucius' expression, "Are you suspecting something? What happened yesterday..."

Lucius motioned for Narcissa to come over, and he put his arms around his beautiful wife: "I'm not sure yet, but whenever Draco had something to do, he was by the side—what a coincidence," he sneered.

Narcissa's face was also a little ugly, she whispered: "Draco likes each other very much."

"I know," Lucius said, the leader of the pure-blooded nobles was holding a snake stick, his eyes were cold, "Sissy, don't worry, no one can hurt our little dragon."

"Those who dare - will pay an unexpected price."

75

75. Birthday gifts and the woman in front of the door...

Harry came out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron rather embarrassedly.

As a gateway between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, there are too many people here.Harry dodged the vampire who was rampaging with food in front of him, then hurriedly turned to say sorry to the last person in the fireplace who was yelling at him to get out of the way.

He emerged from the Leaky Cauldron, which was packed with wizards.

It was still early, and there were not so many people on the cobblestone alleys of Diagon Alley, and several shops that had just opened were still busy putting various things on the cabinets.

Harry turned around and walked towards Knockturn Alley. When he was staying at Malfoy's house yesterday - earlier, he had already thought about picking a present for Snape. After all, it had been more than a year, He took care of him so much regardless of the past (?).

But when the time comes, what should be written on the greeting card?Harry hesitated a little, he walked into the Bo