When the savior is no longer the savior

Come, recklessly and greenly kissed his lips.

Snape raised his hand, then slowly lowered it.He didn't refuse, but he didn't respond either.

Harry ended the kiss hastily - all he wanted was to silence Snape for a while.

Snape pressed his finger to his upper lip, the anger in his heart subsided a lot, and he sarcastically said: "A good way to divert the problem, huh?"

Harry said cheekily: "Actually, I've been wanting to do this since I came in. We've been separated for a long time." He knew it was not good as soon as he finished speaking.

Sure enough, Snape's face darkened again.

Regardless of his frustration, Harry quickly took a soft tone to comfort Shun Mao and said, "Professor, I really brought you a present."

Still the same.

Still like this!

Does he not understand or is he unwilling to face it?Snape knew the answer clearly, and he was suddenly discouraged.But this time, he didn't let his emotions show on his face.Instead, he calmed down, and while sitting down again, he motioned for Harry to sit down too: "Huh?"

Harry was a little flattered, and he moved to Snape's side: "Well, Professor, can I say one thing first?"

Do I need to leave for another two months or three months?Snape felt the boredom rising from the bottom of his heart, but he only nodded slightly. He didn't want to argue with the other party - at least tonight.

"That—" Harry cleared his throat, "I'm going back to Hogwarts next term."

"That's good—" Snape said three words in a low voice, before realizing what he heard, he turned his head sharply, "What did you say?"

"I'm going back to Hogwarts next term until I graduate," Harry repeated.

But Snape still seemed a little unbelievable, he muttered and said, "Until graduation?... next semester?"

Harry scratched his cheek: "Well, I won't go out anymore, just stay here." He was a little worried, "Well, Professor, you won't let me live here, will you?"

"How is it possible?" Snape was still immersed in surprise.

Harry grinned happily: "I think so." He leaned closer again in a good mood, and kissed the other party's lips and tongues.

This time is naturally different from that time just now.

The haze in his heart dissipated, and Snape, who was sitting on the sofa, was very satisfied with his lover's initiative. He stretched out his hand to hold Harry's head, lightly bit the other's lower lip, and entered into the deeper warmth as he wished. , just savor the long-awaited sweetness...

The two separated, and Harry gasped slightly, not knowing when he had already sat on Snape.

Snape wrapped his arms around the waist of the person on his body—obviously still a little thin, but he could already feel the firm muscles, and with the usual flexibility of a teenager... Snape moved his hand away without a trace, he was pleased Say, "Is this the gift you were talking about?"

"Like it?" Harry asked, feeling uncomfortable in the sitting position, and slid down onto Snape's shoulder.

"There is nothing better." Snape replied, he rubbed the fluffy black hair of the other party, and noticed that the person lying on his shoulder was a bit tired, "Going to wash and sleep?"

"Hmm." Harry said lazily, without moving.

Snape happily took over. He first gave Harry a Feather Charm, and then picked up Harry with one hand and walked to the bathroom—but since Mr. Snape had never hugged anyone before, and Mr. Ravens was born More ticklish... So in the end, Snape and Harry, who hadn't taken two steps, fell back on the sofa again.

Laughing and panting, Harry climbed off Snape on all fours, but the Feather Charm made his efforts half the effort.In the end, even Snape was a little out of breath, and he grabbed Harry's wrist: "Damn—what the hell are you doing?" (Harry rubbed Snape's thigh again while saying this one time)"

"I didn't do anything," Harry said innocently—because he really was, "but it doesn't matter if I do something."

Snape glared at Harry.His eyes only flickered for a moment, and he immediately said with a straight face: "No, go take a bath first, and then go to bed."

"Are we together?" Harry said cheekily.

"Stop kidding, you're only 14—"

"Fifteen." Harry looked into Snape's eyes and shrugged. "I celebrated my fifteenth birthday a month ago."

"That's not yet of age -" Snape went on, but was interrupted impatiently by Harry, "Come on, we all know if I'm of age or not, actually I want to say - don't you think it's sooner Is it more exciting? Anyway, now I don't need to use aging drugs."

Snape's eyes flickered again, but he said firmly, "No, you're not yet of age..."

Harry really wanted to say, Professor, that I won't sue you for molesting a child, but he glanced at Snape and said suddenly, "Professor, I just think it's better to rely on you than my right hand."

Snape's expression was...well, very special.

Harry rushed forward with a smirk—he couldn't believe that the other party could really hold back!

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The temperature inside the house is rising.

Harry was half undressed, and his magic robes had been thrown carelessly on the floor in a crumpled ball.The shirt inside was also unbuttoned by half, and the red-scarred skin was a healthy malt color.

Snape's fingers lingered over the red marks.

The slight stinging and itching made Harry dodge, and not to be outdone, he also started to untie Snape's robe, wondering why his own shirt was gone, and the other's robe was so meticulous that even the cuff buttons were not messed up— —of course he figured it out soon enough, because then Snape straightened up and bit Harry's throat.

Harry gasped, his hands naturally slowed down a bit.

Snape's fingers slid down the other's shoulder, and he looked at Harry's body intently, as if he were treating the most precious potion.

Harry didn't deny that he was a little appalled by Snape's look - it reminded him of some bad things... like the way he looked at himself like trash in the first place.

"What are you thinking?" Snape's deep voice rang in Harry's ear.

Harry shivered, half because of the silky voice that seemed to penetrate into the bottom of his heart, and half because of pure sensory stimulation.

"It's nothing." He said vaguely, and finally unbuttoned the other party's tightly buttoned collar, and then got his wish and leaned forward to kiss him.

Snape's Adam's apple rolled.

Harry kissed again.

Snape twitched his cheeks: "I think you'd better understand, if you continue—"

"Professor, can you really stop now?" Harry would never admit that his attractiveness was so low, he replied noncommittally, the movements of his hands suddenly became faster, and he took out his wand and gave it to the other party. The clothes ripped apart with precision, then moved, slid to the ground, and—

Snape gasped, "Stand up."

Harry let out a "woo", didn't move, and stuck out his tongue wickedly to lick it.

Snape's pressure on Harry's shoulder suddenly increased.

Harry grinned his lips happily - he couldn't deny that he was a little nervous, after all, he hadn't done it... But this person in front of him didn't matter, did it?

He was convinced that the other party would never hurt him.

If there are any conditions to be added - he is willing to use his life to firmly believe that the other party will never hurt him.

Absolutely not.

The foreign object that filled his mouth pressed against Harry's throat, rubbing against the delicate inner wall of his mouth, making Harry so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit.

However, at the same time, Snape's almost uncontrollable panting sounded in his ears, which made him feel a sense of pride and joy - if two people love each other, satisfaction and happiness can often be passed on to each other.

"Ha...Harry..." Snape muttered in a low voice, his hands on Harry's shoulders were almost trembling, this trembling was transmitted to the bottom of Harry's heart, making him tremble a little too, he carefully said Breathing, brushing the objects in the mouth with the teeth lightly, then opening the throat and swallowing the objects further.This time, the instinctive wriggling in the throat of the human body came into full contact with the object that came in without permission. Harry, who was unprepared, almost vomited out—but before that, Harry only felt his body being pulled up. , The world was spinning for a short while, Harry only heard a crisp sound, and found that he had fallen into the sofa.

The creaking sound of the old sofa is very obvious in the quiet room.

Only then did Harry realize that his chest was chilly and filled with sticky white liquid—he knocked the milk glass off the table, and the milk spilled on him!

Harry groaned and cursed, he pushed Snape who was pinning him on the sofa: "Maybe...professor, let's go to the bathroom and continue?"

"Bathroom?" Snape murmured, his eyes lingering on Harry's chest - it was attractive enough, or too attractive - fifteen year olds were - perfect.

"No...I don't think it's necessary...not at all," he bent down, leaned over to Harry's body and sucked lightly, kissing away the water stains that remained on Harry's body one by one, then stood up and said condescendingly Looking at Harry, he said inexplicably, "Very delicious."

Harry and Snape looked at each other.

His face turned red.

In the secluded house, the temperature continued to rise.

The dim light is no longer as sleepy as it used to be, but rather soft and quiet.

Amidst the overwhelmed creaking of the old sofa, there were small, depressing moans, low and lingering.

For a long time.

The sound quietly stopped, and the dim light from the living room on the first floor was extinguished. After a while, a light was turned on in the bedroom on the second floor.

Just like that, in the dark, quietly stopped.

In fact, although this chapter has been delayed for a long time, I am still satisfied in various ways, and I think everyone is also quite satisfied =w=

I owed a chapter yesterday, and I will take a day to update [-] to [-] to make it up. Is anyone excited to hear this news?Is there any?

Well, at least the meat is enough for everyone... There will be more in the future!make a fist!

85

85. Voldemort got his wish...

Harry only woke up around noon.

Sunlight came in from the window and shone on his eyelids, causing the boy who had just woken up to turn over in dissatisfaction, but then the soreness from all over his body made him groan uncomfortably, and he couldn't sleep anymore up.

Snape just came in. He looked at Harry who sat up rubbing his face and bared his teeth, raised his eyebrows: "Are you awake? Just woke up. You can eat, and the Hogwarts book list for the next semester is also delivered." gone."

After a rare and full sleep, Harry hugged the quilt and couldn't bear to get out of bed for a moment. He said in a daze, "The book list is here? That's right, class is about to start..." He looked nothing like usual With two eyes, Snape, who was still wearing a neat black robe buttoned to the neckline, suddenly said maliciously, "Professor, would you like a good morning kiss?"

Snape was silent for a moment: "How old is Mr. Ravens?"

"Let's see—" said Harry, "maybe twelve?" He teased Snape for rejecting him at that age for the past two years.

Snape glared at Harry, vaguely helpless.Then he walked up to Harry, bent down and pressed a light kiss on his forehead: "Then, my little sir, it's time to get up."

Harry really hadn't thought that Snape would do this, he was a little surprised, blushed and rubbed his forehead, shut his mouth and obediently walked into the bathroom.

Snape turned and went downstairs.

After 15 minutes, Harry came down from the stairs, went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, put a piece of bread in his mouth, and then went to tear down the Hogwarts start notice on the table.

Snape was in the living room.Harry tore open the envelope, took out the parchment inside, and suddenly let out a gasp after seeing two lines.

"What's the matter?" Snape walked from the living room to the kitchen with a gloomy expression, "I have something to tell you."

Harry looked at the parchment in his hand strangely, and he handed the parchment to Snape: "This parchment is a bit strange."

Snape reached out to take it, frowning after a little fumbling.

"It seems I'm right." Harry muttered, and he drew out his wand and pointed at the parchment and said a spell.A red light flashed on the parchment, and two lines of writing appeared.But Harry didn't look much, just asked Snape, "Professor, what else do you need? I remember the smell... um, daisy root juice?" Harry asked without much expectation.

Snape gave him a reproachful look and commented, "You really have no talent in potions."

"I think your talent alone is enough between the two of us, Professor," Harry said matter-of-factly.

Defeated, Snape turned back to the serious topic: "That's one way, and there's an easier—" He pointed at the parchment with a charm, a simple warming spell.

For about three or four seconds, the remaining things slowly revealed themselves on the parchment, and Harry read out the list of additional books: "Wandering Outside the Mainstream—Those Mysterious Pasts" by Cliff Hales , "The Dark Arts" Ned? Ranson, "Dancing with the Curse" Urquhart? The last line displayed on the parchment was a domineering signature.

—Voldemort.

"Harry, here's what I'm going to tell you..."

"I think I know what you're going to say," said Harry, interrupting Snape, "Voldemort is this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Yes." Snape replied.

Harry was silent for a while: "You said, is it okay for me to give him Avada Kedavra when we meet?"

"I don't think so," said Snape, his voice unusually soft, "that's not possible."

Harry was silent for another moment, then he sighed and gulped down the milk resentfully: "Well, you're right - but he dared to write!" He put the last book and Horcrux Explained it to Snape.

Snape's face was a little heavy: "There is one more thing."

"Is it a good thing?" Harry asked hopelessly, and then said dejectedly, "Well, let's have something bad together."

"This year there will be a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts," said Snape.

Harry froze for a moment: "It's a year late... well, I won't be participating."

"That's not the point." Snape calmly said, "The point is that Riddle came to teach at Hogwarts this time because the Ministry of Magic decided to hold the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts."

"Then he—" Harry had a bad premonition in his heart.

"You're not mistaken," said Snape, "he is the Ministry of Magic's clerk who assists Hogwarts this time, Mr. Riddle."

Harry was stunned for a while, and finally could only curse helplessly and angrily.

September 9st came quickly. As a former figure who was interrogated by the Ministry of Magic, appeared in the "Daily Prophet" and "disappeared" for two full years, Harry started from the branch of the auditorium until he returned to the lounge Yes, still surrounded by waves of people.Draco, who was staying next to Harry, was furious, but this time the prefect's majesty was not very easy to use.

Forced to do so, Harry returned to his dormitory early and sat on the bed in a daze.

What Slytherin allocated to him was still a single dormitory, remote and small - but other than that, there were no shortcomings.

Harry leaned on the bed and looked at the window that had been transfigured. He stretched out his wand and clicked, and the darkness outside the window turned into light. He clicked again, and the golden sunlight disappeared, and the dark blue sea surged up. Aquatic plants and sea fish also appeared... Harry clicked one last time, and this time there was nothing extra, just a stone wall, standing there alone.

The completely enclosed space didn't ease Harry's loneliness, but at least it made him less restless.He took off his clothes and fell asleep under the covers, thinking about how Snape would react if he went to Snape's place now, and thinking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow, and he was going to meet that person ——

... So, in the end, what will happen?

Sometimes, the less we expect something, the faster it will come.

Harry was facing such a situation: he didn't want to meet Voldemort in such a situation at all, but time suddenly sped up like clockwork, and in a blink of an eye, Harry was sitting with everyone In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

There are still 5 minutes before class.

Harry kept making psychological hints to himself: I can't Avada him, I can't Avada him, I can't Avada him...I must Avada him, I must Avada him ...

"Students." The voice suddenly came from the podium.

Harry looked up suddenly, and the moment he saw the person standing on the podium, he almost pulled out his wand—but fortunately, the tense and precarious reason stopped him at a critical moment.

Harry's wand-clutching hand was sweaty, and he was a little thankful that Voldemort hadn't walked in the normal way, so at least half the students in the room did the same.

He tried to relax himself a bit, just as Voldemort began to speak.

It's hard to describe what kind of voice it is - it's not as memorable as Snape's voice, but its unhurried speaking speed, soft yet majestic tone, and that ancient tone of voice—

Harry bet that half of the classroom fell in love with it, while the other half fell in love with that handsome face even further.

If they knew Voldemort was old enough to be their grandfather, would they still be intoxicated like this?Harry thought maliciously, but then he thought dejectedly: It's not a secret, and most of these people already know it...Only Merlin knows, what is he obsessed with!

"I suppose you've already brought the books I asked for, haven't you?" said Voldemort.

There were mixed affirmative answers immediately in the classroom.

Voldemort smiled (there was a low gasp in the classroom): "I hope you've previewed it - so, can anyone tell me how I got in here just now?"

Hermione raised her hand high.

Voldemort glanced across the classroom and said kindly, "It's up to you, Gryffindor girl."

"It's the Disillusionment Charm." Hermione stood up, and she said the spell accurately, "Disillusionment."

"Two points for Gryffindor," said Voldemort, "accented D, elongated i—you'll get unexpected effects."

Hermione's face flushed with excitement.

"Introduce yourself first, Tom Riddle." He didn't use his wand, but a green light suddenly emerged, forming a line of "Tom Riddle" in dark green letters in front of Voldemort.

"You can call me Mr. Riddle or Professor Riddle." Voldemort turned back to the podium, the green words disappeared, but at this moment a student called out, "Professor, don't you still have a name?"

Voldemort smiled, as if amused, and said to the speaking student, "You mean Voldemort? Of course, it's my name, but I don't think it fits here - this is the classroom." He said lightly explain.

There was also a good-natured laugh from the students below, who thought the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was saying the name wasn't formal enough.

Only Harry, who has been paying attention to Voldemort, knows that this devil who was obsessed with making others call him "Dark Lord" has changed his strategy. He seems to feel that the students in front of him don't call him the word that represents his identity at all. Qualifications.

"Back to the point," said Voldemort. "Can anyone tell me the bibliography I'm asking for?"

This question was a bit strangely simple, and the students below looked at each other in blank dismay.

It was Hermione who held her arms high.

Draco muttered "Miss Know-It-All" angrily next to Harry.

Harry, who was so preoccupied with Voldemort, didn't notice, he hummed perfunctorily.

Draco was even angrier.

And Voldemort asked Hermione to get up again: "Miss Granger."

"Standard Spells Five Levels," and "Outside the Mainstream—Those Mysterious Pasts," and "The Encyclopedia of Dark Arts," Hermione said.

Most of the students below were at a loss.

Voldemort asked, "Miss Granger is of Muggle blood?"

Hermione froze for a moment: "Uh...yes."

"Very well," said Voldemort softly. "Excellent talent. One more point for Gryffindor."

Hermione sat down, her face flushed again, and this time everyone could see her smug expression.

"Anyone else?" asked Voldemort. "Anyone else know the list I made? — Slytherin," he paused. "No one?"

"What book list?" Draco almost growled in a low voice, he looked around viciously, but all the responses were blank stares.Draco gritted his teeth and turned to Harry, "Harry—"

"Mr. Ravens?" Voldemort said suddenly.

Harry looked at Voldemort, and their eyes met for the first time.

Those are a pair of deep eyes, the thick silent black seems to be able to inhale one's soul.And under the black—Harry knew that—how much desire and ambition was covered.

Harry stood up slowly.

Voldemort asked:

"You know, the next book list?"

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86. Dialogue with each other...

"..."Dancing with the Gut-Extracting Curse", "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts"." Harry heard his own voice, but it seemed to be separated by a layer, and it sounded vague.He pursed his lips, and could feel the rapid beating of his heart, and the sound of blood rushing through his veins—so rushing, clamoring for him to hold his wand tightly, growling for him to raise his arms—

"Very well," said Voldemort. "Surprisingly, Mr. Ravens."

"I'm surprised too." Harry said coldly, his sanity slowly returning.He ignored Draco's bewildered gaze, just looked at Voldemort and said, "I'm surprised too, Volde...Professor Riddle," Harry said in a restrained tone that didn't sound like he was gnashing his teeth, "I didn't think I would Saw these on the Hogwarts books list - these wicked things!"

Voldemort was quiet for a moment: "It sounds like Mr. Ravens knows all about this?"

"I happened to see it," said Harry.

"I think so, otherwise Mr. Ravens wouldn't know about 'these evil things'." Voldemort smiled. "Does Mr. Ravens think I should not list these books? Given that...you have Have you seen and studied it?"

"Of course." Harry said immediately, he guessed what Voldemort would say next, it was nothing more than "You can watch but other students can't?" In fact, he had already made up his mind, even if it made himself look Like a 'cocky fool', he must have prevented Voldemort from properly handing these things over to students - God knows what Dumbledore was thinking!

"Surprisingly," said Voldemort in a strange tone, "I really didn't think, Mr. Ravens—"

Harry sneered and waited for the other party's taunt.

"—with such a clear mind," finished Voldemort.

The whole classroom was silent.

Apparently Harry wasn't the only one feeling confused.

Voldemort walked back to the podium: "It can be seen that "Wizard Weekly" does sometimes give us something valuable, such as-oh, of course not my two worthless awards," he chuckled. Responding to the booing students below, "It was two years ago—I hope you still have some impressions—Harry Ravens, the best student in Hogwarts history, cast the Unforgivable Curse on five wizards in his second year and a werewolf siege. It's like a fantasy, isn't it? But it's real," he said, waving his wand and conjuring himself an ornately carved ottoman, and sat down. Folding his hands, "And now, I'm sure that the other person isn't dazzled by above-the-age abilities and vain admiration - in fact, you surprise me, Mr. Ravens," he said to Harry.

Harry felt that it was tricky - knowing that the former Dark Lord would not play these twists and turns with him - he said sullenly, "But that's not why you want to expose students to the dark arts!"

"Of course not." Voldemort said lightly.

At this moment, Harry didn't need to look to feel the angry and puzzled eyes coming from around him. These eyes were all shot at him like needles, making him extremely uncomfortable.

If that's what Voldemort was aiming for, he succeeded - damn it, did he really say he was 'cocky', 'self-righteous'?What a bunch of fools!Harry heard the whispers around him, and felt a stone stuck in his heart, and he couldn't even breathe.

"Miss Granger," Voldemort called suddenly.

"Yes, Professor?" Hermione stood up.

"How did you see the extra book list?" he asked.

"Using daisy root juice," Hermione replied clearly, "I used daisy root juice - because Professor you smeared the wormwood infusion on the parchment and wrote the extra book list with the blood of the salamander. ——In this way, those words are hidden.”

"Perfect," said Voldemort. "How did you notice I had the wormwood infusion?"

"The parchment has a slightly bitter taste and is slightly brown," Hermione replied.

"I praise your observation skills." Voldemort said, and he sat Hermione down. "In fact, because the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have been changing before, you didn't learn much. So this time, I would like to ask you The Headmaster suggested a little test before the start of the term. This is it. I'm sure more than one person noticed the parchment was different this time, didn't they?"

Slytherin sighed in annoyance.

Gryffindor was thinking hard about the shape of the parchment.

"But it's clear that most - or all but two - people are blind to it," said Voldemort. "Perhaps some Slytherins are laughing at Hogwarts for being tight?"

Slytherin was silent.

Gryffindor was still thinking hard about what the parchment would look like.

"Well," said Voldemort, "I have to say, I'm disappointed by this. The two books Miss Granger saw were ordinary dark magic books, and most of the things in them are things we have come into contact with or have heard of." And Mr. Ravens..." His eyes turned to Harry, "may I ask, what spell did you use to break my spell?"

Harry, who was standing like a statue, smirked: "Of course." He said a spell.

"Exquisite Revealing Charm," said Voldemort.

A student who couldn't help but interjected: "But isn't the incantation of the Appearance Curse Aparecium?"

Voldemort glanced at the student.

The student froze for a moment, and he couldn't help but added: "Professor Riddle...?"

"Thank you." Voldemort said lightly, "Of course it is impossible to break my spell with an ordinary revealing spell, because I have already used the anti-visualizing spell when casting the spell."

The student still didn't give up: "But Professor, you just said it was a manifestation spell."

"So people with outstanding talents are always rare." Voldemort commented.The student understood and blushed immediately.Voldemort ignored it, and continued, "The standard Revealing Charm in textbooks is Aparecium, and that standard has been for nearly 100 years. If you ask Dumbledore - our Headmaster will be happy to tell you that he was The manifesting spell learned was Apareciumna. And 50 years earlier, it was Aparecium-evanesco, which is connected with vanishing."

"Magic is omnipotent," said Voldemort. "I used an anti-Appearance Charm, just for the standard Appearance Charm. If the Appearance Charm hadn't been 'standard,' my spell wouldn't have worked, after all' That one spell protects against all other spells' seems ridiculous - but a non-standard revealing spell doesn't mean it's not a revealing spell... anyone question?"

There was no sound.

"Very good." Voldemort seemed a little satisfied, "Back to the point. Mr. Ravens, I didn't think that my Appearance Charm would be broken. As I said before, it was not something that Hogwarts could do in seven years. Learned. I have to say, it was an accident."

"Beautiful accident." He smiled slightly. "Just like the intertwined success and failure, disappointment and surprise always coexist, don't they? As for the evil black magic you worry about—" He dragged on Voice, "Although I have always thought that only those who understand what black magic is is qualified to talk about 'how to defend against black magic', but the principal's meaning seems to be the same as yours, and the exam questions that only two people answered made me have to think about it." What should I teach you..."

"So what exactly do you think should be taught?" Harry said aggressively, pretending to forget the address.

Voldemort didn't seem to care: "Standard spell level five." He said to the students in the classroom, "My class will only show the content of this book, so you don't need to go to mail order to get Miss Granger and The bibliography mentioned by Mr. Ravens... In fact, I am afraid I can't get it by mail order. As Mr. Ravens said, it is not very friendly." He continued, "As for the two who have answered the content of the test paper, welcome You come to me in private, and I can teach you something that suits your abilities."

The get out of class bell rang.

Voldemort stood up gracefully, and he disappeared his exquisite armchair: "See you in the next class. Before that, I hope you have previewed the entire chapter of "Standard Spells."

The students in the classroom walked out in groups of three and four.

Only then did Harry realize that he had stood for the whole class, and Voldemort... seemed to have sat for the whole class...

I knew it!I knew it!Damn that despicable snake-faced monster!A beast looked up and roared in Harry's mind.

The next class was History of Magic and Potions. The beast that woke up after Defense Against the Dark Arts roared in Harry's heart for the whole History of Magic class, and refused to stop vomiting around until the end of Potions class. The flames caused Harry's hands to tremble as he asked for a 'smoothly added powder of snake's fangs' which turned the liquid that should have been indigo blue into a turquoise blue, bubbling and bubbling.

"Harry!" Draco, who was in the same group as Harry, was taken aback.

With a low curse, Harry took out his wand and was about to clean it, but the other wand swung it a step ahead of him.

It was Snape looking around.

Harry turned to Snape.Snape pursed his lips, looked at Harry indifferently and disappointedly for a while, said "Come to my office at eight o'clock in the evening", then turned and left.

Harry, who had been angry all this time, calmed down. He was a little ashamed, raised his hand and rubbed his face, silently went to the front cabinet to get the ingredients, and continued to make potions.

The day is quickly over.At eight o'clock in the evening, Harry showed up in Snape's office on time.

Snape was grading homework, and he didn't lift his head when he heard someone coming in, he just said, "Sit by yourself."

Harry shrugged and went to the kitchen to get himself and Snape each a glass of water.I went back to the office and set up the crucible, selected some materials, and started to brew the potion.

An hour and a half passed.

Harry bottled the successfully brewed potion in the cauldron, Snape also frowned, and moved the rest of the student's homework out of sight-these things