When the savior is no longer the savior

a child! "

Harry's face turned red, and he was extremely embarrassed: "But at that time—"

"Back then I thought you were using age-reducing agents!" Snape interrupted Harry angrily. Mr. Ravens really has amazing talents? A six-year-old kid, familiar with spells, able to obtain aging potions, and openly drinking and causing trouble-"

"Professor!" Harry interrupted Snape, raising his voice.Then he took a deep breath and said in a quick, steady tone, "I'm sorry, Professor, but it was a—an accident."

"An accident?" Snape's voice returned to its usual low voice, but it obviously didn't mean that Snape had just let the matter go.

"Yes, accident." Harry licked his dry lips. "I was in a bad mood that day, very bad. I drank a little wine, but I didn't expect to be drunk, and I didn't think about..."

He opened his mouth, didn't say any more, just lowered his voice: "Professor, I'm sorry, really."

"terribly sorry?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Harry clenched his fists nervously, "I know this bothers you..."

"What shall I say?" asked Snape, "thanks to the excellent Mr. Ravens for remembering a little trouble with his professor?"

"professor……"

"Assuming I don't find out," Snape was sneering, "is Mr. Ravens planning to forget about it completely? Treat it as if it never happened, and get on with your professor?"

"This," Harry was slightly taken aback, "—of course, it was just an accident. No," he said a little awkwardly, but firmly, "it didn't have any effect."

"Very well then." Snape finished the evening's conversation, "Now get out."

"Professor..." Harry wanted to say something more.

"Get out!" Snape growled, pointing at the door!

Harry shut his mouth at once, he paused for a while, and after saying "I'm sorry" in a low voice, he turned around and left quickly without saying a word.

The door snapped shut the moment Harry stepped out, and the sound of closing echoed coldly in the long corridor.

Harry stood there for a while, raised his hands to cover his face in frustration, and stayed for a while to gather his strength. Then he rubbed his cheeks, pulled out a suitable expression, and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

It was already past the curfew, and Harry hurried back to the lounge, only to find that it was brightly lit and someone was sitting on the sofa near the fireplace.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked in surprise.

The platinum boy sitting on the sofa stood up, raised his chin slightly, and still had an annoying arrogance on his face: "Ravens, you are really amazing."

The word obviously didn't mean much in Draco's mouth. He sneered, his blue-gray eyes revealed meanness and sarcasm: "Befriending Gryffindor, plus night tours, and that kind of blood, I have to Admittedly, the Sorting Hat is probably really confused, and actually sorted you into Slytherin," he drew out his voice, trying to pretend he didn't care, but there was still a trace of nervousness and fear in his words, "Oh, maybe Your little talent and tricks in spells fooled the Sorting Hat? So that—”

"Malfoy," Harry interrupted, "what are you trying to say? I'm already in Slytherin." He pointed out the facts calmly.

Draco's face flushed suddenly, he gritted his teeth and sneered, his right hand gripped his wand nervously: "Duel. Let's have a duel—the Chief's duel!"

Harry's first reaction was that he had heard wrong.

The second reaction was whether Draco still looked down on him this time.

But immediately, he knew that neither of the above two ideas was true—or not entirely true.

Draco was standing in front of the sofa looking at him, his knuckles holding his wand turned white, and there was a trace of tension in his eyes that was too late to hide.

In fact, he didn't think that those few spells last time were small talents and tricks.

thought Harry.

——Of course, Malfoy is a pure blood that has been passed down for a long time. He may be so arrogant that he wants to be punched, but at least he has some eyesight and can understand what is dangerous.

So why did Malfoy fight him?And it's a battle for the chief.

To know that other Slytherins deliberately avoided him...

Is it to prove yourself, or...

...to be fair?

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at his own speculation: "Draco?"

Draco blushed even more—still annoyed: "Who allowed you to call me by my name?"

"I'm sorry," Harry said insincerely, "then Draco, I didn't attend yesterday, and no one wanted me to attend at all—you should understand, my blood, half-blood, or Muggle-born."

"Yeah, mud—" Draco drew his voice, and Harry cut him off abruptly, and scowled. "Don't say that word again! We both know what that means, Draco."

Draco froze for a moment, then changed the subject bluntly, and said with a sneer: "Whether you can be the chief is up to you, but the duel between us must go on!"

Harry pondered for a moment: "Give me a reason, Draco."

"I said call me Malfoy!" Draco screamed out of control.

"Then Malfoy," Harry decided to follow suit once more, "reasons."

"If you must have a reason," Draco snapped, "you're not a Slytherin!"

"What?" Harry subconsciously wanted to say that I was a Gryffindor.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and he continued to look down, his gray-blue eyes flickered coldly: "You are not a Slytherin - Ravens, you don't consider yourself a Slytherin at all!"

Severus Snape ([-])

It was six years later that I received another invitation from Lily.

Lily and I haven't been in touch for a long time since we blurted out the phrase 'Mudblood', and we didn't resume our correspondence until two years ago.

Lily invited me to see El in Godric's Hollow on 12.10.

a baud.

Of course, she was invited with another Potter - the old Potter.

— my sworn enemy.

Aha, let me see, what will I meet there?Cynical, contemptuous, or one of the gangsters who would have a "furry little problem" on a full moon night - Remus Lupine, a werewolf?

If I could, I don't think I'd ever try to set foot in a Potter's house in my life.

Yet I suspect I have no choice.

... Lily.

Lily Evans, Lily Potter.

Visiting the Potters had been a little better than expected, although it still made me feel bad.

After seeing Lily and her child—a boy who looks exactly like Potter—I didn't stay long in the "accompaniment" of Potter and Black, and got up to leave soon.

But at this time, it seems that a small mouse has been touched outside, and Black, who chased it out, has not been able to keep him?

Hmph, idiot.

Lily chased me out, and she asked me if I could ask me out next time.

I can see that she is sincere, and those emerald green pupils that have been secretly depicted thousands of times in my heart are shining with the light of hope that makes people excited.

Potter and Black on the side were obviously very unnatural, but they didn't object aloud.

Well, even though James Potter is my mortal enemy, as much as he is hated, at least he loves Lily, and Lily... Lily probably loves him too.

I didn't hesitate too long, and quickly rejected Lily's suggestion.

Her emerald green eyes were dimmed with injury.

I'm almost on the verge of undoing what I said just a moment ago.

But it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense—over the years, Lily has obtained her own happiness, she has her own happiness, even if it has nothing to do with me, even if my happiness withers because of it.

However, I still can't refuse Lily, so I still add a sentence.

If only you, Lily.

If it's just you, if you don't let me be with Potter anymore, if you don't let me see the smug and contemptuous smile that hides his unnatural expression, then, Lily, we're friends, as you wish.

best friend.

I had a drink at the Three Broomsticks before going back to Spider's End, but even then I didn't want to go straight back to Spider's End - that place.

A house without a soul.

I chose to leave the wizarding world from the Leaky Cauldron and walk back alone.

But I didn't expect to meet a drunk - a wizard.

Looking at the young man who had just turned [-] who was entangled by several Muggles, I sneered at the idiot in my heart, and continued to move forward, not intending to meddle.

But that idiot actually grabbed my clothes, and he has the same eyes and a similar outline as Lily.

He looked at me.

He looked at me with supplication and trust.

Merlin, even I'm drunk?

I ended up screwing the green-eyed bastard back to Spinner's End in a fit of rage, never intending to do anything of course--even if those Muggle words were full of contempt!

'A price was negotiated. '

'You don't know what he does? '

Fuck!Idiots, idiots, fools whose brains have been corroded by alcohol!

I threw him on the sofa, took the sober potion from the cabinet - thank Merlin, I still have it in stock, otherwise I would have opened the door and thrown him out - and gave it to him.

He was obviously not awake, he took the item and looked at it blankly for a few times before raising his head and smirking at me.

damn it!I can hardly take it anymore!

Why can't this fool be sober?Why can't this fool have a little self-control?Why is this idiot—this idiot, able to smile so defenselessly at me with that Lily-like face!

—Even Lily never did.

...never.

Wait, what did I see?

Shit, the bastard spit all the potion on the ground!Merlin, should I thank him for not throwing up by the way?

I snatched the potion back in a huff, ready to kick him out—yes, I shouldn't have brought someone back at all, it was a mistake, a complete mistake!

But the bastard started again.

He looked at me intently and said 'sorry' with a heartbreaking expression...

Well, I paused for a moment, I don't deny that I was touched, but so what?

a drunk.I thought sarcastically.

A drunk mistook someone.I was determined, and out of an inexplicable rise of malice I didn't know whether it was aimed at the other party or myself, I indulged myself and kissed those pale lips.

There is no expected taste of wine, but it is sweet like spring water.

Surprising.

I spoke out coldly, without mocking, just waiting for him to reject me.Is it because I was expecting something too?

... what am I expecting.

Surprising again.

He actually still looked at me with trusting eyes, without a trace of haze in his eyes, and said 'anything is fine, it doesn't matter'.

Aha, did the alcohol really take away any sanity left in him?Haven't recognized that the person standing in front of you is actually just a stranger?

Forget it, I pulled him up to the second floor, determined not to refuse the delicious food delivered to my mouth, anyway, I was just a selfish bastard from the beginning to the end.

With his clothes off, he was thinner than he looked, but he didn't seem too lacking in strength.

I had grown sick of being around a drunk so I entered him unceremoniously, even roughly.

As I wished, this time he finally woke up.

So what would he do? —on finding yourself in a stranger's bed and being fucked by a stranger?

I can't tell what the emotion that arises in my heart is, are you uneasy?

What am I worrying about?I laughed.

Isn't the result obvious at a glance?

……

Damn I can't imagine it at all!How could there be such a fool--an idiot!

His body was stiff, and his reaction was as green as the first time - damn it, it's probably the first time for him|mother!

And under such circumstances, his first reaction was not to push me away, but to restrain his desire to resist?Did he think that I didn't notice that the nails in his clenched fists pricked his palms to bleed! ?

Very well, I finally met a complete fool until today. I can't imagine how he catered to me without waking up any desires while frowning in pain, biting blood from his lips!

Merlin, fear and trepidation obviously overflowed from his eyes and surfaced on his face.

Tonight was an undeniably bad night!

After finishing everything, I didn't feel sleepy, but I still lay on the side and pretended to be asleep.

Is it for the young man next to him—to be honest, he is more like a big boy—not to be embarrassed?Merlin knows!I'm just trying to avoid my own trouble!

Very good, it seems that the other party's IQ has finally returned.

Listening to the soft murmur in my ear, I felt a burst of drowsiness. I mocked in my heart, but immediately felt something was wrong.

what is he doingPull the quilt for me?Do I need him to do this?He just needs to be able to get fully dressed and walk home! ...

I couldn't believe it, just a few hours later, when I woke up, I saw that again - idiot!

Yesterday was a drunkard and today is a newspaper kid?Aha, what are the magical uses of age reducing agents?

Wait, what is that bastard trying to do?Haven't been pestered enough yesterday?

I snapped off the unbuttoned button, slammed the door open angrily, fixed the bastard's problem again, and finally slapped him with an 'a' Forget all is empty'.

The result was beyond my expectation again.

I've been unexpectedly numb.

what did i seeThat guy who looks so stupid just dodged the spell and called out exactly which spell I cast?

So I picked up a guy whose combat power is comparable to that of an Auror?

I was a little suffocated, and I sneered.

He showed an embarrassed expression again, but there was no boredom, no anger, no negative emotions at all, and his emerald green eyes were as clear as spring water.

...that's beautiful.

Then I heard him say a little accident.

Yes, of course, a little accident - if there hadn't been a problem or an accident, how could he have come back here, after what happened yesterday?

But looking at him trying to pretend to be natural... don't you think I don't recognize him?

Does he think I'm as stupid as he is?

I became displeased, and I didn't intend to waste any more time, so I ended the conversation violently, and hoped from the bottom of my heart that I would never see this person in front of me again.

Merlin seemed to have a miracle at last, and I didn't see him again until Christmas.

Why do you say 'until Christmas'?Just relying on the greeting card with HP inexplicably signed?It's ridiculous.

But if not him, who else would it be?

You know, Severus, no one likes you because of your meanness, because of your sullenness.Except Lily.

Or... and him?

I held the greeting card in a daze for a while, then suddenly woke up, recalling just now, I can hardly believe what I thought!

Without hesitation, I threw the greeting card into the stove, turned around and took the things from Lily and went into the bedroom to put it away.

This is a gift with exquisite thought, I believe.

But that was the only connection left between me and Lily, thin and fragile.I thought.

Or in a few years, this connection will slowly fade and disappear...

But if it's your choice, Lily.

If this is your choice, then I respect it.

——For your non-discriminatory and compassionate smile and hands.

Time passed year by year, and the winter of 1986 gradually became meaningless dates on the yellowed old calendar.

I'm on the right track at Hogwarts, serving as Head of Slytherin as well as Potions Professor, which is good news, if it doesn't mean I have to spend more My personal time with those loud, empty-headed, unpromising, never-know-how-stupid, little bastards.

Lily has not been alienated from me these years, she is still as optimistic, kind, and full of vitality as before, but we usually don’t see each other once or twice a year—she doesn’t have much time, and Il grows up year by year, and I insisted on not meeting Potter again.

But this... is enough.

She is very happy.

Greeting cards signed by HP are still sent regularly every year according to festivals.

Looking at those few formulaic greetings, I almost thought that I had customized some kind of service, so the merchant sent a seemingly humane but cold greeting.

I'm bored.

So every time, those greeting cards were swept by me in a hurry, and all of them were burned into ashes in the furnace.

But the greeting card still came persistently.

I received a greeting card in another Christmas. I angrily found parchment and wrote a long mocking letter. After greeting the other party's IQ and age, I told the other party that I didn't like it and didn't want to be harassed any more!However, when looking for the address, it was found that the sender's address was not written on this greeting card.

A greeting card that never gets a reply?

Angry and discouraged, I finally dropped the card and threw the reply letter into the burning fireplace to watch it burn to ashes in the flames.

Dodgy greeting cards still steadfastly harass me.

I have gone from anger to numbness.

And over the past few years, the owner of the greeting card seems to have adapted to this way of communication. In addition to the formulaic greetings, he began to write something about himself, sometimes only a few sentences, sometimes a dozen or so lines, but again No more than a piece of letter paper.

He looks eager to communicate, yet afraid to communicate.

Maybe understandable.Judging from the information revealed in his words, his life is not very good, he feels distressed and frustrated, and tells that his expectations are clearly within reach but far away.But apart from these—it should be said that even with all these troubles and pains, his words are still vaguely filled with happiness and satisfaction.

Suffering seemed incapable of knocking him down at all.

completely different from me.

I thought, and put away the card.

Anyway, it's a gift.

Severus Snape ([-])

On August 1991, 8, Dumbledore's head burst out of the flames in the fireplace, just for me to pick up a Muggle student from the orphanage.

I looked at the potion that I had endured for three days and fell short at the last moment, and I was inexplicably angry.

When I arrived at the orphanage, to my surprise, I was not stopped by the person in charge of the orphanage—it was not easy.Then I saw the kid, a small, malnourished kid with green eyes, a familiar face, but I can't remember...Have I seen anyone like that?Are the children in the orphanage so precocious?I should let other bluffing brats take a good look at him—even in the wizarding world, this kid is obviously able to restrain his curiosity well, and can grasp the key points of the problem, and my mood began to improve .

So I gave him advice, and gave him freedom after accompanying him to buy school robes and wands—I would buy cauldrons and the like, and he would prepare books by himself.

But what did I hear?

Let me call his name?

Aha, do I look so friendly?Or is this the cunning and scheming peculiar to orphanage children?

I didn't hesitate to let this scheming brat discover my anger, but the strange thing is that the brat in front of me didn't show any fear or anger, but instead showed a bit of expected helplessness or even... tolerance?

I was sure my face was not looking good at all, and I pulled away decisively before my mood got worse-as for that brat, I hope he at least has the ability to take care of himself a little bit!

After buying the cauldron and other things, as soon as I returned to Lihen Bookstore, I saw that Muggle kid.

He's striking - thin enough to be striking - are all children in orphanages like this?

He bumped into someone, or rather was hit by someone, the book in the other person's hand was scattered all over the ground, and he took two steps back.

The man he hit was Il.I frowned, looking at the child, it was hard to say whether I liked it or not - a Potter, but after all, Lily's child too.

I was distracted for a while, and when I looked back, the two children were already chatting together.

The Muggle kid I brought was very enthusiastic, with bright green eyes, full of joy and closeness.

And Potter, lo and behold, his impatience was on his face.

Then what did he say?

'Hi!I think you should call me Potter! '

Maybe I'm wrong.Even if he was Lily's child, I shouldn't expect a Potter--a Potter who is smooth, full of all kinds of favors, and therefore of course arrogant and arrogant, who can distinguish between sincere intimacy and purposeful fawning.

Of course, it is even more impossible to expect him to understand the surprise and pain from the heart of the child in front of him at this moment.

Things didn't end there, Lily and James Potter soon arrived.

Little Potter rushed over quickly, and described the child I brought with him rudely.

Lily would scold him.At least this, I am sure.

But they... don't seem to like that child very much?

The kid seemed to notice too.

He seemed to be at a loss, as if he wanted to run away, but in fact he stubbornly stayed where he was, with his hands clenched into fists by his side, as if waiting for some verdict.

I didn't want to read any more, and stepped forward to blame him for not completing the task as I said, of course the tone was not good.

Then I noticed a flash of gratitude on the face of the child beside me.

How could he be so sensitive? ...

Lily greeted me, and I turned to look at Lily, and suddenly found that the eyes and outline of the child next to me were somewhat similar to Lily's, but I can bet that even when Lily was the thinnest, she would not be like him.

However, Lili and the others dislike him because of his looks?

And I thought he was familiar... not because of Lily.

Lily and the others left quickly, and the child I was leading was a little bit lost, but the politeness that should have was still meticulous.

Harry Ravens?

I don't know which college he will be assigned to.

It was Slytherin! ?

His background would only be bullied in Slytherin!Under such circumstances, even Gryffindor is better than Slytherin!Damn the sorting hat, damn the kid!

I went back to the dungeon with a low curse, and after getting ready for the next day's class, I went to the Slytherin lounge.

I told myself that although I will get into all kinds of troubles created by these brats throughout the next semester, at least I hope that I can get through their first day of school safely!

Once again unexpected.

——Why do I feel that such a mood is very familiar, as if it has existed before?

I probably missed something, but that kid did a good job, despite standing in the corner, despite being vaguely isolated, no one tried to mock and bully him.

Perhaps I can expect, even in Slytherin, that he can take better care of himself?

What happened next confirmed my thoughts.

The talent of this kid is indeed very high. In addition to the drowsy History of Magic, even the Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by the useless Quirrell has shown enough talent. As for other courses, It can basically add a few points to Slytherin.

Maybe that's why the Sorting Hat put him in Slytherin?Anyway, the rest of the Slytherins are already trying to accept a "not too bad surprise", which is fine.

I'm kind of looking forward to his performance in potions class.

Unexpected again!

It's amazing!

He dared to be late to my first class and told a lame lie - 'I got lost'.

He thought no one would notice his familiarity with Hogwarts?He thought no one would have noticed that the paths he'd taken several times were shortcuts that weren't on regular maps?

I unceremoniously taunted him and punished him.

He showed no disapproval, which calmed my anger a little.

Then start class.His potions level...was not bad, or very good, relative to first years.

After looking around, I didn't want to watch other kid waste potions, so I stood next to him.He was a little nervous, and he stirred one more time when stirring, which shouldn't be a mistake.

But fortunately, he didn't do anything wrong next.

In the end, he handed me the potion packed in the crystal bottle, with a look of apprehension on his face, almost showing his nervousness on his face.

I look at the potions - it doesn't really need that extra step - and give an E.

That little... child was surprised at first, then pleasantly surprised, and then showed me a big smile, without impurities.

I suddenly found myself unable to call him 'kid' anymore.

It's only been a few days?

To hide the complexity, I feigned displeasure, but it didn't seem to scare him off. He responded with an enviably good mood, then sat down and began to write notes.

I turned and walked away-damn, I found out that there was a chubby kid trying to add porcupine quills to it without turning off the flame!Has his head been left on the dinner table?Or simply did not even bring the ears including the eyes! ?

Two Potions lessons are finally over, and I'm feeling tired.Looking at the child, he has already started to pack things consciously, and he is so skillful in cleaning up... well, this spell is very practical.

I suddenly wanted to read his notes a little bit, and I thought he wouldn't let me down.

The plain notebook was on the table and hadn't been put away. I walked over and saw...

...I can't believe what I saw!

Exactly the same handwriting, exactly the same handwriting as the greeting cards I've been receiving all along!

how is this possible! ?

Even if they are father and son brothers, how can they have the same handwriting except to learn it specially?Unless...unless they are alone?

But the guy who gave me the card—

...Yeah, but I always thought he was the drunk fool I slept with...

I suddenly turned my head to look at the child, who looked ignorant.

I hope that look is real.

I ran Occlumency, suppressed the growl that had rushed into my throat, and told him to come to the cellar labor service tonight.

—I need to know the truth.

—all the truth!

He is very punctual.

It didn't make me less angry, but it didn't make me more angry either.

I asked him to copy the potions book, and he obediently complied, writing those handwriting in front of my face - well, no doubt, the same person!

I used my wand to summon the saved greeting card and asked him - no skill needed at all, he just admitted it!

I should take my compliments back, he's a brainless brat!

Great, great, another question then.

How did he know my address?

Who was that drunk young man back then?

The truth is not so surprising, is it?

I finally know why I feel familiar with his appearance.

I met him, five years ago, and had a not-so-simple relationship with him.

Ha, it turns out that it is not the several magical functions of the aging agent, but the several magical functions of the aging agent.

How could he - dare!

This year's 11-year-old child was only six years old!

My attitude was terrible, because my heart was full of complicated and unspeakable emotions.

The kid eagerly apologized and explained to me, with all sincerity.

That didn't calm my anger.Of course it wasn't—well, not entirely—my fault, but the child was a victim too—a child!

I vaguely remember that my attitude back then was not very good... so what if it was good?

a child!

I couldn't restrain my anger, and I couldn't face him again at this moment, I pointed at the door and told him to get out.

He turned a little pale and seemed hurt by my attitude - aha, did he feel hurt?Before that?What did you do before?He apologized to me, said it was an accident, said it caused trouble to me, said that this little thing would not affect our relationship, why didn't he think about whether he was hurt?

...It is obviously him who has the right to cry.

He finally leaves.

Thank you Merlin, otherwise I really don't know what I would do.

The strength in my body seemed to turn into anger. The anger disappeared, and the strength also left. I leaned back in the chair, unwilling to recall what happened tonight-it was so overwhelming!

A quiet environment is suitable for people to think.

Yeah, yeah, it's not really my fault.

You see, at that time, in that place, he got drunk, and then behaved like a six-year-old child?

Oh, Severus, it's impossible to think of it, it's not your fault, you don't have to care.

Although you had a relationship, he cheated on you, and it just so happened that the person who cheated on you was a six-year-old child.

……

I fucked a six year old.

Fuck Merlin.

accept and reject

Everything seems to be slipping on a bad track.

After the incident of being late for potions class last time, Ill would send a note every one or two days to ask Harry to go there at a designated time and place, and the time for class or meal was getting closer and closer, and he was not afraid to show up in public. Express your particular dislike for a particular Slytherin to those around you.

There was nothing Harry could do about it, he felt something strange about his relationship with Il, it wasn't even pure disgust... it was scarier than that.He wanted to talk to Yi Er, but the other party didn't give him this chance, either turning around in front of him or just ignoring him.

Oh, or should he be thankful that the other party didn't sneer?

But what's the difference?

All Harry can do is to go to the appointment early every time he receives a note, and then try his best to ensure that he is not late for class while waiting until the last minute-as for the meal time?For Merlin, he would rather starve for a whole day than experience even one more "death run" that can make his heart jump out of his chest.

These notes were just a prank, just Il's deep disgust and naked sarcasm.

There's no way El could be there.

It's not that Harry doesn't know that every time he goes to an appointment, it's not so much for the one in ten thousand possibility, but for his stubbornness and persistence over the years.

He used to think that he could give everything for his parents, godfather, even his parents' children, his brother.

But after repeated rejections and disappointments, Harry felt tired from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know how long he could last.

In addition, Snape has recently regarded Harry as transparent, as if he was not in the classroom, never stayed beside him in class, and even handed in homework without any comments, but He could only get a cold E or A. As for O, Harry pessimistically thought that it was impossible for him to get it from Snape in his life.

However, this way of getting along with Harry wasn't particularly repulsive—in fact, not only did Snape need some time and space to absorb the shock, but so did Harry.

He was also somewhat unable to face Snape - after he had mercilessly revealed what he had kept hidden for a lifetime.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell stammered his lectures on the podium, pale and empty, making the students sitting below drowsy.

Harry, who was sitting alone in the corner, wasn't asleep—although he wasn't attending class—he was flipping through a book he bought from Knockturn Alley, which contained several interesting spells.

But these spells should be considered black magic, right?Harry was a little torn, waving his wand under the table while reading a book, adding a new layer of camouflage to the book that had already been disguised a few times.