When the savior is no longer the savior

Kim's little shop (thanks to him for opening so early), pondered that question as he looked at the assortment of dark magic items.

Use HP?This is his preference, after all, it doesn't look like a student bribing the professor, and it can be more expensive, but now that Professor Snape knows what the P stands for... er, Potter... he should Don't you like it?

Then use HR?It’s okay, but it’s okay to use this surname to give some ordinary props and books. If you give other special things, it’s not appropriate no matter how you look at it... Damn 12 years old!Harry let out a small curse inwardly.

Or, simply omit the surname and use the first name "Your Sincerely Harry"? ...

At this moment Borgin straightened up from behind the cabinet. He looked at Harry, obviously very surprised, and then smiled: "Oh, oh, so it's you—what did you see this time?" Seeing Harry's eyes darting from item to item without hesitation, he said at once, "If you don't like it here, I've got some hard - real - good stuff in my stash."

"As long as I trade for something better." Harry smirked, looking at the poised and unashamed shopkeeper, he said half-frustrated and half-sarcastically, "Well, real merchant sir, let me see you Something good—since you're the only smart person who doesn't discriminate against kids."

Borgin said slyly: "Thanks for the compliment, but I don't 'trust the kids', I'm a bit bolder and luckier than them—you know."

He turned to get something.

Harry waited idly, he didn't look at the things in the shop anymore, he was convinced that nothing on the outside would impress Snape.

Borgin soon came out with three things—a tattered book, a faded silver ring, and a handkerchief as dusty as a rag.

"..." Harry.He could hardly hide the disappointment on his face.

Borgin said: "Don't underestimate these, these are real dark magic items. For every one, there is almost more than one—" He looked at Harry meaningfully.

Harry frowned. Of course he knew the word "human life" that the other party didn't say. He didn't like this kind of conversation. In fact, he didn't have much feeling for black magic, but Professor Snape——

Well, he didn't understand why he could always remember (you know, he forgot a lot of things that made him happy and felt meaningful at the time), when Snape talked about the Dark Arts in the first class That rare soft tone.

Harry realized that he was a little distracted, he immediately cleared up his mind, and focused on the things in front of him and Bokin's explanation.

But soon, he showed a disappointed expression again: "That's all?"

Sensitively noticing that the other party didn't even ask the price, Bo Jin muttered, "Picky brat, don't these things satisfy you?"

Harry didn't speak. He fiddled with the book, thinking that if he had to choose the same book, this book would probably be more agreeable—but it was only agreeable.

He can find better...

Oh, that's such a hassle.

Professor Snape would love that...

Why do you suddenly think of this?That is someone else's baby.

He has helped you so much this year...

Time is running out, only five days left.

But that one is better than any of these!

A voice from nowhere came to Harry's conclusion firmly.Harry stared at the thing in his hand for a long moment before putting it down in frustration and saying, "It's not what I wanted."

"What do you want? Tell me." Bo Jin immediately said.

Harry shrugged, and didn't hide it—he wished Borgin could get it for him: "Badley? Mr. Lance of Barberton Village, he's got a book in his hand—I think you know."

Borgin stared blankly at Harry, and said softly, "Which book is the most famous?" Seeing Harry nodding, he immediately gasped and said, "Your appetite is too great! He put That book is more important than his life! You don’t know how many Galleons I paid for that book! Countless famous ones—really famous,” he emphasized, “the wizard went to him, Tried to borrow, but none of them ever succeeded! Never!"

"Looks like you can't get it," said Harry.

"I—well, I can't get it, can you?" Borgin questioned.

"Just try it." Harry said perfunctorily, he looked at the things Bo Jin brought out, thought for a while and said, "Keep this book for me for five days, if I can't get that book, come back and get it this."

This time Bo Jin readily agreed.

Harry didn't say any more, turned around and left Knockturn Alley with a little gloom, and was just about to find a hidden place to apparate when he heard a shout with obvious surprise: "Harry?"

Harry recognized it was Il's voice, and when he looked up, he saw not only Il, but also Lily, James and Sirius.

The difference of a few days is as far away as years.

Harry was a little uncomfortable, but the bright joy on Il's face, who rushed over in a few moments, kept his uneasiness to a minimum.

"Harry, are you here to shop in Diagon Alley too?"

Harry didn't realize what to buy for a while, and heard Il continue: "The vacation is over soon, quill pen ink or something... Have you finished your homework? I'm still halfway there, my God." He sighed.

Harry was immediately thankful that Snape was a strict professor—Snape urged him to start finishing his vacation homework on the third day after he woke up—otherwise he really didn't know how to say to Il: "Yes , Finished." He wanted to say that he still had something to do, but before that, El had already dragged him into the Lihen Bookstore to buy the additional books required for the Charms class.

"Harry, what are you doing during the holidays?" Il chatted naturally. He found the books that Professor Flitwick requested, took out two copies and walked to the counter.

"Nothing." Harry said vaguely. He reached into his pocket, ready to pay the bill, but James, who was guarding the counter, paid the bill quickly—for two.

Harry was startled for a moment, he opened his mouth to say something, but Il immediately pulled him towards the store selling quills and inks diagonally opposite.

Once again, when Il got something, he naturally took two (Harry said no), while James and Sirius waited at the counter to pay, and Lily stood beside them with a smile.

"Hey," Il said quietly to Harry on their way to the next store, "it's the way it should be, you don't have to save James money, in fact they were going to pay your tuition for you."

"No need." Harry said with a wry smile, he felt that he would have a psychological barrier if he really took the money-God knows how old he is! "I can handle it myself."

"I believe." Il said from the bottom of his heart, but he shrugged immediately, "But doesn't it feel more intimate this way? Lily and the others always want to do something for you. If you don't want to take their things, then I don't want to come back to live, I think..." He hesitated a little.

Harry looked sideways at the few people with bright smiles on their faces, and his heart moved slightly and involuntarily.He turned back: "I think you're right."

"Ok?"

Harry smiled a little. He picked something casually but actively, put it on the pile in Il's arms, and said sincerely, "You're right."

At the end of the shopping, Lily took Il, who was confused and unwilling, into the clothing store, while James and Sirius, who were obviously relieved, brought Harry, who was not interested in buying clothes, to the Leaky Cauldron .

They picked a corner seat and sat down, and Sirius got up to go to the bar to ask for food, but Harry felt that the other party was more like making room for them to talk—his premonition came true, and almost the moment Sirius left the table, James said, "Harry, were you at Malfoy's party last night?"

"That's right," said Harry, "does the Auror have anything to ask?"

James breathed a sigh of relief, and he said with a smile: "Yes, that's it, um, it's just a routine-of course you understand. I saw this thing yesterday, so I asked it to come from someone else."

Harry nodded, and he recounted what happened yesterday without waiting for James to ask specifically.

James mused without speaking.

Harry asked, "Any clues?" Seeing James looking over, he added, "If it's not convenient—"

"No, no, there's nothing inconvenient about it." James said hastily, "In fact, we have a clue and have already locked the wizard."

Harry snorted.

"But the evidence is not very strong, and Malfoy obviously won't accept a perfunctory answer...Harry, do you have any ideas?" James asked.

"Nothing." Harry shook his head.

At this time, Yi Er and Li Li happened to walk into the bar together, Yi Er puffed up his face and said something to Li Li, and Li Li smiled and straightened Yi Er's messy hair.

James also saw this scene, his eyes were soft, he smiled and waved to them.

"You'll be paying attention, won't you?" Harry said suddenly.

James turned his head in surprise: "Harry?"

"Recently," Harry said, "it's not very peaceful. Some people even dare to use the Unforgivable Curse on the Malfoy family."

"Yes," James paused, then said quickly, "Of course, I see what you mean, and I'll urge El's spells to learn."

Lily and El came over.

Harry stopped talking.

"What are you guys talking about?" Il asked curiously first, and then immediately said excitedly, "Harry, let's go on a trip together! It's a short trip, just three days, and I'm just ready to go to class when I come back!"

Obviously not aware of this, James looked at Lily questioningly.

"El just said he wanted to go skiing," Lily explained.

James understood, and he also invited: "Let's go together? Harry, it won't be too long."

"Uh... this time there's really something going on," said Harry.

"It was fake before?" Yi Er asked confusedly.

Harry was a little embarrassed: "No, no, it was true before."

Earl glared at Harry.

Harry begged for help...uh, he didn't dare to look at Lily who was also disappointed, so he could only look at James for help.

James did his part to help Harry out of the siege, and got Lily's rolling eyes and El's angry yelling.

Harry was a little guilty, and then promised Il countless things after school started, and finally made him happy. He looked at the time, noticed that James and Sirius were talking quietly, and there were obviously other things, so he took the initiative to leave , took the things and went straight back to Spider's End Alley.

The time is approaching noon.

The sun was covered by thick clouds, showing a small corner miserly.The cold wind like a knife shuttled in the alley, making a whining sound.

Harry was shivering, and while turning up his collar, he breathed into his palms. He had already walked through the iconic chimney, and he should return to Snape's place soon—speaking of which, it shouldn't matter if he went back now. ?Yesterday, Professor Snape had only told him not to go back in the morning...but what was that for?Could it be that he fell in love with some noble lady at the banquet yesterday, so he needs a quiet house?

Harry laughed at the sudden thought.

How could Professor Snape take the woman back?It occurred to him that even if he was annoyed by the presence of a brat in the house, he would never be able to find a woman—

a woman?

Harry, who walked around the corner, stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his jaw dropped.

He could hardly believe what he saw - Snape, his professor, Head of Slytherin, in his ascetic black robes, hugging a woman at the door?

A woman with long blonde hair and a graceful figure?

"Merlin..." Harry murmured almost dully, he turned back to the corner, rubbed his eyes, and subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, but——

"You should be right...how could you be wrong? It's not a big night." Harry muttered to himself, "It turns out that Professor Snape didn't let me come back because, uh..." The woman's problem?

Speaking of which, he really didn't expect Snape to—

No no, that's normal, isn't it?

Snape was a man, he had his own needs, and he didn't think the other would do it because of his affection for Lily - his mother.But from Snape's point of view, he still expected the other party to come out, so...

"I should be happy," Harry murmured to his final conclusion.

The author has something to say: The last update... means that the exam is coming soon. The update from the latest to next Friday may not be too stable. I will work hard to get daily updates, Orz.

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76. The silver patron saint behind the door...

The Christmas holiday passed quickly, and everyone returned to Hogwarts to continue their classes, and when they were still playing and joking with each other, immersed in the holiday atmosphere, the snow outside the window melted quietly, and the brown branches sprouted buds...

Spring is coming.

As if overnight, the playful people discovered that the exam was approaching. Along with the professor's stern attitude and the increase in homework, the corridors were full of people in a hurry, the library and the lounge were full of students, all kinds of unimportant Many extracurricular activities have also been suspended... Of course, these have little to do with Harry.

He was worried about another thing - for Snape - his professor's attitude.

In fact Harry had no idea how things had gone bad - yes, yes, it had gone bad - and he had noticed at the beginning of the term that Snape's attitude towards him had changed dramatically.

It's not that Snape is suddenly back to his usual diatribes, but he's starting to ask Harry out of the dungeon (a private room for Harry) and stop direct, private Potions classes (However, in the process of teaching them all, a little advanced knowledge of potions will be interspersed-this knowledge is often applicable to Harry's actual level after potions supplementary class), and he will turn a blind eye to avoid Harry-Harry doesn't want to Thinking in this direction, but after he was ignored again and again when he raised his hand in class, and after he knocked on the cellar door, no one would answer the door, he had to think in this direction, and had to start thinking, should he do it himself? Something is wrong.

But what did I do?Harry thought dazedly and innocently.

This is already the third month of school.Harry, who had barely talked to Snape (actually, he just listened to him in class) except in class, finally abandoned the idea of ​​"Maybe Professor Snape is just too busy", and began to seriously recall the previous problems in getting along.

Snape had alienated him at the beginning of school, and before that... he gave Snape a gift?Or at the Malfoy banquet?still……

Harry suddenly remembered something - something he'd been ignoring to some extent or another.

On the day he woke up, he saw Snape sitting distraught in the living room - he went up to him and hugged him, calling him Severus.

...why would he do this?

"Harry!" A voice from the side woke up Harry who was sitting in a daze on the chair.

"What's the matter? Draco." Harry recovered himself.

Draco pointed to the side, and Harry noticed a Slytherin first year holding a note, as if handing it to him.

Harry quickly stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now." He took it and opened it to look, and it was written in a circled font.

Harry:

If it is convenient, please come to my office now.

Ps: I like lemon sherbet recently.

Your loyalty

Dumbledore

Professor Dumbledore's?Harry was a little surprised. He thanked the person who handed the note, and greeted Draco. Then he collected the things and walked to the principal's office.

Passing the gargoyle with the password, and going up the spiral staircase, Harry knocked on the door of the principal's office, and opened the door after hearing the voice of "please come in" from inside: "Professor, you are looking for me... Professor Snape?" Harry exclaimed in surprise after seeing the man in black robe sitting opposite Dumbledore.

But Snape just gave Harry a cold look.

This made Harry feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and all enthusiasm was extinguished.

"Harry, come in and sit down." Dumbledore said kindly.

Harry nodded and sat down, taking advantage of the opportunity to see a stack of "The Daily Prophet" in Dumbledore's hand: "Professor, you are looking for me because of the news in the newspaper that Nicole Flamel was attacked?"

Dumbledore smiled approvingly, and he said softly, "Very well, Harry, you are also following the development of the matter as much as I am."

"I'm used to it." Harry replied, not intending to say that he had been vaguely uneasy all the time - in fact, there was no need to, he believed that nothing could be completely hidden from Dumbledore.

He really is the greatest wizard of this century.

"I have collected newspapers from Malfoy's banquet until now, and I believe you have read them all." Dumbledore put his hands on the table facing his fingertips, which seemed to be his habitual action, "What do you have?" Thoughts?"

"Maybe it's all calm," Harry said, "but there's always something."

"Some shadows?"

"Like Mr. Flamel being attacked in this issue... Maybe I should put quotation marks, because in the end it was discovered that it was just a fire snake that slipped through the net and caused a disaster. Or last Wednesday's third edition of "Giant Rises Again" The Shakespeare incident, the giants were killed and injured...but of course - maybe - it has nothing to do with us. Or last Monday's newspaper, a scandal at the Ministry of Magic, because of corruption, caused the staff of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters to A small earthquake of..."

"It's amazing!" Dumbledore's blue eyes showed a completely undisguised love and closeness, "You have done exactly what I hope you will find out, Harry."

"I think, since you have paid attention to this, you must understand what I want to tell you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, but I hope I'm wrong," Harry replied.

Dumbledore smiled, and changed the subject lightly: "Would you like a drink? A little relaxation after business?"

This obviously means that Dumbledore's business with him is over.Harry was a little hesitant, not sure if he should leave, he turned his head to look at Snape who had been silent all this time, just in time to see the impatience on the other's face, he stopped hesitating immediately: "No, thank you, Professor, maybe I should go back—well, I almost got homework."

Dumbledore nodded happily, and said to Harry and Snape who had already walked out, "See you next time, Harry, Severus."

Harry nodded hastily, and immediately got up to catch up with Snape who had left one step ahead - by this time, Snape had already reached the bottom of the spiral staircase.

"Professor! Professor!" shouted Harry who was two steps behind.

Snape walked on without looking back.

Hey, that's not the case, is it?A trace of anger suddenly rose in Harry's heart. He simply stopped screaming. While jumping on his back, he slid directly down from the railing. He drew his hand and cast a Levitation Charm on himself. Then, when his body slid to the bottom of the railing, he flew fast Take a leap--

Luckily, Harry grabbed the tail of Snape's robes just in time - unfortunately, his knee slammed into the stone floor.

Harry hissed in pain.

Snape, who was going straight ahead, turned his head suddenly, and after looking at Harry in disbelief for a while, his face became gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twisted as if he was about to open his mouth to mock.

Harry stood up sharply, ready to look at Snape.

But the next moment, Snape turned his face away, without saying anything, he indifferently pulled his robes from Harry's hand, and continued to move forward.

This time it was Harry's turn to be in disbelief.

The anger had turned into anger, Harry quickly followed Snape and asked, "Professor, did I do something wrong?"

"No." Snape said simply.

"Then why-"

"Why what?" Snape asked suddenly.

Harry froze for a moment.

Snape was aggressive: "Why didn't I let you live in the cellar, didn't I teach you potions? I don't think the clever and well-liked Mr. Ravens thought his professor needed his own private space and rest. time."

Harry was short of breath - in fact that was why he hadn't asked Snape for three months.

But that wasn't why Snape ignored him, was it?Harry argued: "But what about in class? Professor, you don't call me every time I raise my hand!"

"That's because I know you know it all," said Snape impatiently. "My class is not your time to show off, and if you're trying to attract something - I'm so sorry."

Harry was short of breath again - and Snape seemed right when he said that... but wait, that wasn't the main problem!

During the conversation, the two did not stop.They walked down the hallway to the cellar.

"Professor, even so, why didn't you come when I knocked on the cellar door?" Harry thought that if the other party really dared to answer "I'm really not in...", then he must let the other party understand what Aurors are doing!

But Snape took one look at Harry, and slyly (or so Harry thought) evaded it: "You know I'm busy."

"..." Harry literally choked.

"Since it's all right—" Snape, who had already arrived at the potions office, was about to give the order to evict, but Harry stopped Snape, "I have something to do! Professor, you understand what I'm talking about!"

Snape paused.

Harry blocked the door, and didn't bother to look at the students here curiously, and raised his voice and said, "Professor, I'm not a fool——if you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can just say it, as long as I can change it, I will change it." Change! Hey, we've been through so much together..." He was a little frustrated and puzzled, "For what? Because of the gift? Or something else?"

"As for the gift, I'm very grateful," said Snape, but his dry voice did not look like he was thankful at all. "As for what we've been through..." he said in a voice that was almost in his throat "I feel sorry."

But Harry, who was standing in front of Snape, heard these words clearly.

——He never thought that he would get such an answer.

It was hard to say exactly what Harry felt at this moment.

Is it the unbelievable shock or the complexity of it, or the anger of being betrayed... The mixed emotions made Harry's face flush, he clenched his fists, and almost blurted out the question: " How could you-"

"Why can't I?" Snape felt annoyed and regretted almost immediately, but he didn't let any of these emotions show, just asked softly.

Harry came back to himself.He took a deep breath. "No...I mean, I'm sorry—if, you...you feel that way, I'm sorry."

Snape didn't speak.

Harry didn't know what to say, he moved a little uncomfortably: "In that case, then I'll go back first, Professor."

Snape still didn't speak.

Harry turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped again and said hesitantly, "For those things, I'm grateful... no, I'm grateful. Professor, it doesn't matter how you end up feeling."

He didn't stop, and walked down the corridor, back to the Slytherin lounge.

"Pure blood." Harry called out the command.

The old lord in the painting was lounging in a chair with squinting eyes, pretending not to see anyone.

Harry looked sullenly at the sharp, mean face on the drawing, and drew out his wand from inside his robes—

"What do you want to do!" The old lord blushed angrily, and looked like he wanted to swear at something, but the tip of Harry's wand had already gathered light, and the old lord, who recognized what kind of spell it was, shivered and closed his mouth tightly. Opening his mouth, he quickly slid aside.

Harry walked into the apparently quiet Slytherin lounge with still rage.But as soon as he took a step in, he quickly dodged aside with a premonition in his heart, his wand was completely instinctively pointing in the opposite direction, and the silent "Expelling Weapon" was ready to go - but it was obviously unnecessary.Not only because he had seen clearly the person who was hiding in the corner trying to attack him while dodging, but also the sudden burst of applause and laughter in the Slytherin lounge.

"..." Harry remained silent.He looked at the girl standing in front of him - the girl he saw at the last Malfoy party - not knowing what to say.But he knew exactly what the other party was trying to do—it seemed that she was hiding beside the entrance, not to sneak up on him, but to step forward and hold...his arm?

Harry looked at the girl who approached generously and grabbed his arm, thinking silently.

At the end of the matter, Harry just sent Rose back to the vacant seat to sit down in a gentlemanly manner, and ignored the other people who made booing (Draco was the loudest), and went back to the dormitory to rest.

But he couldn't fall asleep.

Dim light came in from the window created by the Transfiguration Charm. Harry lay on the bed with his eyes open. After tossing and turning for a while, he cursed softly, sat up and leaned against the bed in a daze.

He was thinking about Snape's attitude - the former Auror, who had calmed down, quickly caught the contradiction in the matter.Yes, Snape could be aloof or dour, even an undeniably greasy old bastard - but he wasn't one to be capricious.

On the contrary, Harry knew—he knew it all too well—that his professor had a firm heart.

He was a man as brave as Dumbledore.He is the bravest man he has ever met.

Such a person will never succumb to fear and danger.

So why did Snape say that?The "regret" he said must not mean what he understood... But it didn't mean that, what else could it mean?

Totally clueless Harry?Ex-Auror?Potter scratched his hair irritably, his eyes wandering aimlessly over the dark, shadowy furniture...and then he saw a soft yellow glow resting on the bedside table.

It was the potion that Snape brewed for him-after he stopped breathing three months ago and recovered, as time went by, Harry found that his body began to improve in a less obvious but real way, the same, before The restraints that could be vaguely felt are gone... It's as if the contract signed with "Unknown" has completely left him.

As for whether it was really over, Harry, who was incapable of confirming it, was too lazy to bother, so he only asked Snape to check himself again, and then he saw the light of joy shining in the other's dark eyes... Well, speaking of it, this seemed to be the last contact between the two of them... Then, Snape reformulated the potion for him.

Harry looked at the potion for a while, then took it up and rubbed it in his palm for a while, shook his head and stood up, lit the lamp in the room with his wand, got dressed, and gave himself an enhanced version of the illusion After casting the curse, he found the Hand of Glory from the cabinet, opened the door and walked outside.

Harry just wanted to take a walk around the castle.

After curfew, Hogwarts was quiet everywhere.

He came to the observatory, sat and looked at the stars and the Forbidden Forest for a while, then walked to the Quidditch pitch, walked back and forth on the quiet stands, and then ran to the Room of Response on the eighth floor, thinking "a A room where I can relax", after walking back and forth three times, he opened the door that appeared and went in, but immediately retreated with a strange expression...

It was almost two o'clock at midnight.

Harry, who was wandering around Hogwarts alone without purpose, finally felt tired.He identified his location, and was about to go back to Slytherin's dormitory, when he suddenly saw a crack in the door of a normally locked classroom at the end of the corridor, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light leaking from it.

what?Harry was a little curious, so he added a Disillusionment Charm to himself before he raised his hand of glory and approached quietly.

In an extremely quiet environment, every little bit of sound will be infinitely amplified.In the process of walking towards the mysterious room at the end, Harry heard his tiny footsteps, the rubbing of his clothes...even his own heartbeat.

Holding his breath, he slowly came to the door, and found that there was indeed a little silver light leaking from the crack of the door—not starlight.

He let out a soft breath and leaned closer to the crack of the door...

Harry froze for a moment.

The creak of the wooden door being pushed open broke the tranquility of the night.

In the empty classroom, the man in black robe standing in front of the magnificent mirror almost as high as the ceiling suddenly turned his head, raised his wand and asked sharply, "Who is it!?"

Harry stood straight at the door.He stared blankly at Snape in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Snape's face turned pale.

At this time, the silver creature who was kneeling sideways beside Snape straightened up and came lightly to Harry's side.

It bent its long neck and rubbed Harry's left hand affectionately...

It is a stag.

Beautiful and majestic.

The author has something to say: Huh, when I wrote this chapter, I finally felt the hand feel back QAQ, it was not easy.

In addition, due to busy work and bottlenecks in the past few days, it may be updated every other day before next Friday (in any case, there must be an update every other day==), everyone can fatten up for a while~ After Friday, no surprise is the first picture , when the time comes, it will not be a daily update but a problem of explosive word count.

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Ministry of Magic Classification Level: XXX

Ash snakes are created when a pile of felfire (any fire to which a magical substance has been added, such as floo powder, etc.) burns unchecked for too long.It is a thin, gray snake with red eyes, that emerges from unattended flames and swims into the shadows of houses to find shelter, leaving a trail of ashes in its wake. trace.The fire ash snake's lifespan is only one hour. During this hour, it finds a dark, hidden place to lay its eggs, and then its body will be shattered and turned into dust.The eggs of the Fire Ash Snake are dazzlingly red, emitting fiery light.If the eggs are not found in time and the appropriate spells are used to freeze them, they can ignite dwellings in a matter of minutes.No matter which wizard, as long as he realizes that there is one or several ash snakes wandering in the house, he must immediately track them down and find out the location of the snake eggs.These eggs, once frozen, are of great value and can be used in the manufacture of aphrodisiacs, and can also be swallowed whole to treat fevers.Ash snakes can be seen all over the world.

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77. Before Dawn...

"Fifty points from Slytherin." A low, whisper-like voice broke the silence.

But Harry didn't feel any better - the air around him was as sticky as spoiled milk, weighing heavily on his heart.He looked at Snape, his lips moved, trying to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Snape's face was framed behind greasy black hair.The hazy glimmer of light in the mirror was noticeable in the dark, but clearly not enough to illuminate Snape's face.

In the empty classroom, silence spread.

Harry was flustered, and tried to speak again, but before he could make a sound, Snape waved his wand vigorously and briefly—the stag, snuggling affectionately by his side, disappeared.

"Snape taught