When the savior is no longer the savior

Made him feel bad.

"I heard about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Snape chose this beginning.

Harry snorted, thinking of the mistakes he made in Potions class that he shouldn't have made, he felt a little guilty.

But Snape didn't seem to want to find out his mistake, just asked: "How does it feel? About Tom? Riddle?"

Harry hesitated: "I can't tell."

Snape waited for Harry.

Harry sorted out his thoughts: "His memory is far from mine...Of course, many things are different now. I can only be sure that he has ambitions and is preparing some unknown plans. Others...I just I feel something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?" Snape asked.

Harry shook his head: "I can't tell."

Snape pondered for a moment, then he said, "Have you thought about changing the method?"

"What method?" Harry didn't understand.

"If a person is liked by everyone, if you don't want to be isolated, you can only pretend to like the other person." Snape said.

Harry laughed dryly: "Next, in order to gain trust, should I still pretend to crawl under his feet and kiss the corner of his robe?"

Snape frowned. He didn't answer the obviously angry and pointed question.

Harry also felt that he had said too much, and he said somewhat redeemingly, "Maybe I should ask Dumbledore to see what he thinks."

"Harry," Snape said suddenly.

"What?" Harry had a bad feeling.

"You said it yourself, he's 'different' now," Snape said.

"Yes, what do you want to say?" Harry lowered his voice, "He is different from the past, he hides deeper, is more cunning, and is more dangerous..."

"Are you sure?" Snape ignored Harry, his expression was calm, "Tom? Riddle really arranged everything? Of course, he has ambitions and abilities, but are you sure, he really wants to - start a war ?”

The office fell silent.

"...what?" Harry asked, he couldn't tell whether he was feeling angry or confused or something else.He felt that his thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't help but reached out and pressed his forehead, "'He really wants to start a war'? I think we should have no doubts about this, right? If you remember, two years ago, in Quebec At the Diqi World Cup..."

Snape's face darkened a little, as he remembered that night two years ago - a night that meant a lot to him, no doubt, but he didn't like it - at least not quite.

"When and how did Voldemort rise in your world?" Snape asked.

"When?" Harry couldn't control his tone. "He started planning immortality when he was a student-then 1950 or later? People started talking about 'You-Know-Who'...and then he was grandiose break into a house, well, I'm an orphan."

Snape scowled.

Harry took two deep breaths, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "As for how to rise, a set of pure blood theory, ridiculous immortality at the cost of the soul, only slightly worse than Dumbledore's magical power, or there is a chain of pets A chain-like Dark Mark?"

"In 1945, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, and the first Dark Lord was imprisoned in Nurmengard. Has this not changed?" Snape asked.

"No," said Harry.

"Voldemort graduated in the same year, and he already took power in 1950. Why did he take power so quickly? He started planning from his student days, or at that time, the influence of the first generation of the Dark Lord has not faded?" Sne Pu said.

"...I think I see what you mean," said Harry. "You want to tell me that Voldemort will not seek direct rule this time because the conditions are difficult?"

Snape didn't deny it.

Harry smiled: "I have to say, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard this year 'Because it was difficult to implement, so Voldemort gave up ruling the wizarding world'... It's even better than Voldemort's sincere boast I'm 'surprising' and laughable."

"Harry," Snape said in a low, reproachful voice.

Harry glanced at Snape, and there was a flash of frustration and powerlessness in his eyes.He stood up: "I think I should go, professor...see you tomorrow."

he left.

Snape was sitting in his office.

The fire in the fireplace roared.

Snape closed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Dumbledore, don't you want to destroy your image in Harry's heart, or do you just want him to test Voldemort for you?"

"But it doesn't matter," he said to himself coldly, "I will do what you don't do."

I'll tell him the unflattering things.

Harry, who had left the cellar, stopped in the corridor.He didn't go back to the lounge immediately, but he didn't expect that he would meet the person he least wanted to meet in the corridor—yes, there was no suspense, Voldemort.

Harry stood sullenly, neither moving forward nor turning around, unable to expose his back so defenselessly in front of Voldemort.

But contrary to Harry's expectations, Voldemort, who was walking towards him, also stopped: "Mr. Ravens."

"Professor Riddle..." Harry whispered the last two words.

"You don't seem to like me?" Voldemort asked.

Harry actually remembered Snape's words, but facing Voldemort, all his self-control was used to restrain himself from pulling out his wand directly.He smiled dryly, "Does the professor think he is Gallon?"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

Harry happily said the next sentence: "Otherwise, why would you think that you will be liked by everyone?"

The author has something to say: Well, since this update is really not very effective, let’s meet at eleven o’clock tomorrow—yes, of course, eleven o’clock in the morning, =w=

87

87. Confrontation and quarrel...

The corridor was quiet for about three to five seconds.

Harry couldn't see what Voldemort was thinking who was standing opposite him, he just hoped that the other party was as unhappy as himself and felt disgusted by the relationship between the two of them - so they just parted ways.

Voldemort, however, only offered him a meaningful invitation: "It looks like Mr. Ravens would like to have a duel with me - perhaps, we can go somewhere?"

What does it mean?Harry's head got hot, and he blurted out: "If it's a duel, of course!"

Voldemort smiled as if pleased, then turned and led Harry up the stairs.

Harry followed Voldemort, his impulses faded, his sanity returned, he knew clearly that what he was doing was wrong and should not be done, no one knew Voldemort's danger better than he - but so what?

Harry thought almost resentfully.

Yes, yes, each of them had good reason to hold back from taking the risk, to tell him to calm down, because it was the right choice—and because his painful and regretful past was only a few pictures and even a few words to them.

But for him, it couldn't be more painful to experience firsthand.He was even willing to give all he could in the hope of saving something, and he did.

... So, who will tell him how he is going to smile at the culprit who caused the series of tragedies now, and show his "friendliness" and "closeness"?

—he would rather die!

Voldemort, who was leading the way, stopped.

Harry found himself familiar with the place—certainly not, the room on the eighth floor of Hogwarts between ballet tapestries and man-sized vases—the Room of Requirement.

Harry frowned: "Here?"

"It seems that Mr. Ravens knows this place." Voldemort was a little careless, and he began to walk back and forth-it has to be said that this movement that seemed a bit silly was also gracefully done by Voldemort.

Of course, Harry on the side didn't understand at all, he just said dryly: "I thought we could go to a more secluded place." It just happened to kill you again.Harry thought through gritted teeth.Even if I want to avoid the Ministry of Magic all over the world in the future, I will admit it.

"Just an ordinary duel," said Voldemort. "There's no need for a more covert one just yet... yes," he smiled at Harry's skeptical gaze, "for now."

A doorknob appeared on the wall, and Voldemort opened the door and walked in first, with Harry following him.

What appeared in front of me was a room similar to a study.The place is very large, with a space of two meters in length and width in the middle, and a set of sofas and coffee tables are placed.As for the surroundings, surrounding the sofa in the middle, there are book walls that reach to the ceiling one after another in a hexagonal shape, which is no different from that in a library.

"...the location of the duel?" Even the troll could hear the suspicion and anger in Harry's words.

"I think that's just fine for you," said Voldemort, "and I can rest a little later..."

Voldemort's words fell silent.

Shooting from behind him, a savior's best "de-you weapon" kicked off the battle.

Voldemort stepped aside.As soon as he raised his hand, the wand had slipped into his palm.

"It's not proper etiquette to sneak up on something without warning, Mr. Ravens." Voldemort said relaxedly, but contrary to his contented expression, his dark pupils were deep, with a faint coldness hidden in them.

Harry didn't talk nonsense, his arm shook three times quickly, the Impeding Curse and the Petrifying Curse were shot at Voldemort's hands and feet respectively, and the last one was torn apart, and precisely aimed at the sofa behind Voldemort.

Voldemort, who had been dodging at the beginning, simply did not move this time. He waved his wand like a baton, and broke all the spells from Harry with no effort at all.

"That's all?" said Voldemort, "if you—"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, and he swung his wand again and again, this time without a trace.

Voldemort no longer just stood there. With a wave of his wand, the sofa behind him automatically flew in front of him and blocked all the spells that Harry had shot.

Then he flicked his wand like a whip, there was a pop in the air, and a snake appeared out of nowhere and bit Harry menacingly!

Harry ducked aside.

The snake turned into a group of bats in mid-air, flapping its wings and chasing Harry. Of course, it was different from the "bat spell" that Ginny used on Malfoy in the fifth grade. For the bats that are made out, they are like pocket toys.

Harry used Dispel Charm and Impediment Charm one after another, plus a bookshelf that was torn apart behind him to really get rid of the group of clingy bats.It wasn't until this moment that Harry had to admit that this library-like dueling room was indeed more beneficial to him.

Of course, if Voldemort thought he would thank him for it, he was wrong!

Harry resentfully threw another bunch of curses at Voldemort who was standing in the middle, and Voldemort pushed aside one by one again.He looked impatient. "Mr. Ravens, if you have no other spells, I think we can finish..."

Voldemort's voice was lost in Harry's roar.

Harry yelled, "Crucio!"

Voldemort, who was standing in the middle, seemed to have some expression on his face.

He didn't move this time, Voldemort's body trembled as the gleaming spell sank into him, and he took a step back.

Harry was stunned for a moment, but this did not prevent him from calling out the next spell he had prepared: "Avada—"

Before the green light appeared on the tip of the wand, a familiar spell hit Harry - Cruciatus.

Pain rushed into his mind instantly, and Harry staggered backwards, slamming hard against the wall of books behind him, and slipped to the ground again twitching.

The sound of steady footsteps seemed to come from a very distant place.

Harry heard his own hoarse yell, and Voldemort's voice reached his ears in the middle of the yell.

Calm and cold, mixed with a thin chuckle, like a snake spitting out a letter.

"Didn't anyone tell you that the Unforgivable Curse cannot be brought into effect by just anger? Like... Bellatrix? My dear—" said Voldemort, "Savior boy."

"Shenfengwusha!" Harry raised his wand suddenly, shouting almost with all his strength.

Voldemort was taken aback, he raised his arm reflexively, but before he had time, the curse cut several huge wounds on his body, and blood soaked his robe all at once.

But Harry didn't take advantage of it, and in fact Cruciatus was still on him.He felt that his nerves were cut little by little, and his bones were crushed inch by inch... He didn't know how he was able to stumble to the door, but fortunately, he not only opened the door of the Room of Requirement, but also had enough With all his strength, he rolled down the stairs.

"Oh... Merlin, are you all right... Ravens?" exclaimed a student who happened to be passing the hallway when he saw Harry rolling down the stairs.

Harry opened his eyes wide, trying to figure out who the other party was, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only vaguely see the other party's golden-red robes.

"Quick... go!" His tongue was bitten by himself as it rolled down, the pain was nothing at this point, he was only annoyed by his slurred voice, and he wasn't sure if Voldemort really dared to Killing people at Hogwarts - damn it, why wouldn't he dare!He killed Myrtle when he was a student, and successfully blamed Hagrid...

The fifth-year Gryffindor obviously didn't understand Harry's anxiety. He asked, "Shall I take you to Madam Pomfrey? Or call a Slytherin over?"

"Go - go now!" Harry yelled, when another voice came from below, "What's going on? Ernie...Harry!?"

Il, who came up the stairs, screamed.

Harry recognized Il's voice this time, and he stopped trying to tell him to leave, but said as concisely as possible: "Take me... woo... leave."

Without saying anything, Il hurriedly thanked the Gryffindor fifth graders in the corridor, lifted Harry from the ground, and walked downstairs quickly: "To Madam Pomfrey?"

"No, no..." Harry slowly felt better, as if the effect of Cruciatus had left, the first thing he thought of was Snape, but the words that came out of his mouth were different, " Take me back to the dormitory...do you have an invisibility cloak?"

"Yes." Yi Er whispered, "wait for me."

Harry looked around and found that there happened to be a washroom here, so he pointed there.

Il sent Harry in, and then ran back to Gryffindor Tower to get the Invisibility Cloak. Halfway through, Ron wanted to talk to Ill, but before he could speak, Ill ran out again.

Five minutes later, Il supported Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, to the Slytherin cellar openly. Under Draco's suspicious gaze, he told Harry to let him find something, and entered Harry's bedroom openly.

The bedroom door was closed.

Harry threw off the Invisibility Cloak indiscriminately and fell on the bed.

Il asked nervously, "Harry, are you all right?"

"It's all right," said Harry, who did feel much better. "Open that cupboard... get me some bottles of potions... the green one, yes, and the orange one, and that one, your left hand side."

Il hands things over to Harry.

Harry drank it all, and his face looked better again.

"What happened?" El asked again.

Harry paused: "No..."

"Nothing?" El said angrily, "You think I'm blind?"

Harry's mind was in a mess, and Voldemort's last words echoed in his mind over and over again.Horrible speculations roiled in his mind, such speculations made him feel dizzy, and he could barely breathe."A little thing," he said wearily.

A trifle indeed, if his guesses were true.

Yi Er kept a straight face, and after a while he said, "I see."

"What do you know?" Harry asked with a frown when he heard something wrong.

"Maybe you'd rather let James and Lily ask you these questions." Ill said forcefully, "I'll ask Dumbledore to borrow a fireplace, and I'm sure the headmaster will be willing."

"El!" Harry exclaimed angrily.

Yi Er raised his eyebrows uncomfortably: "Or do you want to keep me here?"

Harry's voice was stuck in his throat.After a long time, he said: "...Okay, I see, I need a promise."

"What?" Earl asked warily.

"A contract, you won't tell anyone," Harry said quietly.

"But James and Lily have been..."

"Enough." Harry stopped the other party, "There are some things, I know how to say it and when to say it."

"Alright then." Il nodded hesitantly.

Harry exhaled, drew his wand, made a pact with El, and said, "Crucio."

"Huh?" Il responded subconsciously.

"Voldemort shot Cruciatus at me, that's all." Harry tried to keep his tone flat, "It's no big deal."

"No big deal?" Il repeated Harry's words like a parrot, and then he jumped and said angrily, "Stop joking! This is the Unforgivable Curse, and he can enter Azkaban!"

"Oh," Harry laughed wearily, "then lock me in first."

"Why?" El asked angrily.

"Because I used it first." Harry sighed.

Earl lost his voice.

At the end of the day, El left the Slytherin common room with his Invisibility Cloak.Harry, on the other hand, curled up on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He dreamed of Snape, and for a moment he was lying on the ground clutching his neck, blood streaming all over the floor, looking at him, but really only looking into his eyes.After a while, he lowered his head and said "MyBoy" to him with an invisible smile, and after a while, he changed his face again and said to him coldly, "I don't think so, you are wrong"... …

"Harry? Ravens!"

Harry woke up suddenly from a dream, feeling tired and wondering how he had heard such a real cry when he was clearly dreaming - but he soon discovered why.

The yelling he heard was real only because Snape was actually standing in his dormitory, looking angry.

"Uh...Professor?" Harry was stunned for a moment, he looked around uncertainly, "Did I oversleep...?"

Snape ignored this at all, he went straight to the point: "What did you do yesterday?"

"I met Voldemort in the corridor." Harry said calmly. He lowered his head and rubbed his face in the gesture of rubbing his eyes, trying to bring some color to his face.

"And then?" Snape asked aggressively.

"I followed him to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor," said Harry.

"Don't make me ask you every other sentence!" Snape scowled.

Harry paused for a moment, then said, "He said he wanted to instruct me in the Dark Arts, and I wasn't happy about it, so I decided against it in the end."

"Very well, other than that?" Snape asked softly, "Why do I seem to have heard that Mr. Ravens rolled down the stairs on the eighth floor, so weak that he seemed to die?"

"...Professor," Harry's mouth opened and closed, "I admit, I provoked Voldemort, then we had a duel, and I lost in the end."

"What next?" Snape asked again.

"No more," said Harry.

"Very good." Snape walked around the room, and then he suddenly pulled open the cabinet next to Harry's bed, grabbed a few empty bottles inside and threw them at Harry on the bed!

Startled, Harry subconsciously turned his head to avoid it.

Several crystal bottles slammed against the wall, sending fragments flying everywhere.

"Potions of strength, potions of mental relaxation, potions of relaxation—" Snape took a breath, and he laughed, "Mr. Ravens, would you like me to guess what spell Voldemort cast on you?"

Harry kept his mouth shut.

"Crucio," Snape said softly, "Voldemort's favorite, without a doubt... Mr. Ravens, I really doubt if I ever gave you the impression of being stupid, otherwise how would you Thinking your professor wouldn't know something so obvious."

Harry regretted it a little.He hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I just, um... I'm going to say it later, we just..."

"Oh," Snape said coldly, "what are you trying to say? We had an argument just now? So you'd rather let the mindless lion of Gryffindor help you pass, so you'd rather stay in the dormitory by yourself Just use a few bottles of medicine you usually make to deal with it—and you don’t want to go to me?”

"No, I'm just—I don't want you to see me like that." Harry felt a little uncomfortable.

Snape stared at Harry for a moment: "Let's change the question."

"Since you said you were going to tell me later, when are you going to tell me? One day, two days, one month, two months—or when it's all over, in bed with your legs open Haunting me for sex | When I was in love, I joked—”

"Severus? Snape!" Harry yelled.

Snape's response was simply to slam the door and leave.

88

88. Reconcile...

Harry and Snape were locked in a cold war.

It's hard to say who really started it, but since the last time they broke up in Harry's bedroom, they haven't talked to each other, not even in Potions class.

What Snape was thinking Harry didn't know, and it wasn't that he couldn't forgive Snape for that last sentence - after all, it could have been used as a flirt at another time, really.And a man is obsessed with one sentence?Merlin, you really don't need to be so cautious.

In fact, Harry's reason for allowing his relationship with Snape to be cold is very clichéd but very real, and there is only one: You-Know-Who, Voldemort.

One thought had been running through Harry's mind ever since he heard the words 'Savior Boy' during the last duel: what if Voldemort, like him, came from the past... what?

But if Voldemort really came from the past, how could he tolerate not directly Avatar him? ——Harry had no doubts about Voldemort's determination to kill him in the original world.

But if not, then why does it say 'savior'?Pure sarcasm?That's too coincidental...

"Hi." During the recess, Il wandered out of the Gryffindor team and came to Harry's side.

Harry wasn't with Draco today, and he felt that anyway, it was better not to get too close to anyone until he had some idea about Voldemort.

"What's the matter?" Harry didn't look at Il first, but glanced around casually.

Voldemort wasn't around - certainly not - which made him feel better.

"Snape's temper has become short-tempered recently," Il whispered to Harry, "Did you notice? A Gryffindor just bumped into him, and he scolded him for 5 minutes and fined him a night of labor service." .”

"If you had hit him, I think the punishment would have been doubled," Harry replied lazily.

"Harry—" Il was dissatisfied.

Harry looked at the ceiling.

People came and went in the hallway.A pair of sisters with similar looks passed by Yi Er laughingly and accidentally bumped into Yi Er. The younger sister apologized quickly, while the older sister stood aside and giggled.

Il responded unnaturally with a voice in his throat, and pulled Harry away quickly.

Harry was a little amused, then stopped at a hidden corner and threw a gold galleon to the other party.

"What?" Earl caught it.

"Magic coin." Harry explained, "Don't come to me if you don't have anything to do recently, try to use this if you want to contact me." He taught Il how to use it.

Il played with it for a while, then whistled: "It's beautiful."

"Hermione's thoughts," Harry explained.

"It sounds like she's a better savior than you," Il said, "at least in terms of studies."

"You said what I've been thinking for years," Harry commented.

Il laughed, and then he hesitated for a while: "Harry, Volunteer—"

"Call Professor Riddle." Harry cut off the other person's words.

"Why?" Il frowned dissatisfied, "You always called him Voldemort."

"That's because I'm at least a little bit self-preserving." Harry said, seeing Il's sharpened expression, he felt a little headache, but he explained gently, "I know what you want to say...but, Il Er, listen. Last time, I didn’t have a choice. Dumbledore chose the path for me early in the morning, and he has been observing whether I am suitable for that path... In fact, it should be said that Voldemort has been with me since I was born. It cuts off the possibility of me going other ways. In that case, I don't call him Mysterious Man and call Voldemort directly, it is really to show my courage, because compared to the one who has a group of Death Eaters and occupies half The Dark Lord of the Ministry of Magic, I really have nothing but courage," said Harry a little sadly.

"Harry..." Il didn't know what to say, in fact he never thought Harry would say this to himself.

"But that has passed." Harry said calmly. That era has indeed been submerged in the torrent of history, and even the black hole of space, but for him, it has long been branded and deeply penetrated into his flesh and blood. Call him Voldemort, on the one hand because I do have the ability to protect myself, and on the other hand... I will not forget the past."

"Those hatreds haven't gone away." Harry said softly, and then he showed a somewhat deliberate but really bright and beautiful smile, "Besides, it happens to be the fifth grade, do you remember what happened in that world?"

Il thought about it for a long time before asking uncertainly, "Um... Umbridge?"

"It's her," Harry laughed, pointing at the back of his hand, "She messed up Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall advised me to 'keep my head down', I didn't listen, and finally she used black magic here Made myself carve five words 'I can't lie'."

Yil almost flew into a rage: "It's enough to be tried—"

"Come on, I got Cruciatus just two days ago, which is enough to get people into Azkaban." Harry said disapprovingly.

"Harry, we can go to the Ministry of Magic—"

"Don't be stupid, Il, I won't admit it even if you get Ministry of Magic officials, it's pointless." Harry said, "I'm just telling you this to give you some insight into a world at war , I also know that it is actually not as peaceful as imagined."

"...What does Riddle want to do?" El's eyes were clearly uncertain, "What can we do?"

"Wait." Harry said, "Voldemort should also be waiting for an opportunity to rise."

"What if it's never been?" Il asked.

"It will," said Harry, as frankly and assuredly as if speaking of some truth, "because he is Voldemort."

Il wanted to ask something more, but Harry interrupted him: "Okay, it's almost time, we should go."

But El stood stubbornly where he was, and he stopped Harry.

Harry had already taken two steps.Hearing the sound, he turned to look at Il.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The sun broke through the clouds, shot into the castle through the window, and shone on the boy.

The Slytherin, who was tall to average, stood casually, leisurely and naturally.The robe reflected a dark green shimmer in the sun, which unexpectedly matched the not-so-fair complexion.

"Are you alone?" Il blurted out.

Harry froze for a moment, and then he laughed, the sunlight that illuminated the fur on his face seemed to melt into those beautiful green eyes, which were as clear as washing water to show the deep vitality and light.

"Of course not," he replied.

Outside the window, the sky is blue.

Not long after that, two other wizarding schools came to Hogwarts, Dumbledore also put out the Goblet of Fire, and explained that only those who had reached the age of 17 could cross the age limit and put the Goblet of Fire with their name on it. Throw the note into the cup.

This time Harry had made up his mind not to attend.Everyone around was discussing the grand event of the Goblet of Fire with great interest, but he was listless, and he still had some unspeakable anxiety in his heart—after all, he knew from the last time that the Goblet of Fire was a stupid thing, and he could tell I don't know if the real owner of the name threw the name in...

But come on, Harry, no one had a reason to do it this time.Don't be suspicious.Harry comforted himself like this again, and he turned over to go to sleep, but there was still a small voice in his heart that could not be ignored: What about Voldemort?Are you sure he won't?You have no idea what he's up to!

But why did Voldemort do such inexplicable things?I'm just a slightly gifted student...

Are you sure you want to study Voldemort's state of mind?A guy who would rather slice his own soul out of fear of death?

Oh, by the way, you may have forgotten a little bit, but you just gave him a magic front without shadow...

Thinking of this, Harry lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, sighed, and got up resignedly to get dressed—obviously, the easiest and most clumsy way to prevent other people from messing around was to stay overnight by the fire.

I have to say, luckily it was only for one night.Harry cast himself a Disillusionment Charm, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Hogwarts was quiet at night.

Harry walked in the long corridor, the portraits on both sides were already asleep, he walked towards the auditorium, but when he was almost there, he found that the lights were still on.

...Won't he really guess it?Harry was a little apprehensive, he approached quietly, and found that there was indeed a person standing inside.

But not Voldemort or anyone else, but Snape.

Snape seemed to have been here for a while.He stood beside the Goblet of Fire, walking from one side to the other, with some impatience mixed with his indifferent expression.And on the long table in the auditorium below him, the high pile of homework had already been graded, and he was moving his body to arrange it neatly according to the grades.

Harry waited outside in silence for a long time.

Snape was still patrolling beside the Goblet of Fire, showing no intention of leaving.

Harry was sure of the other party's intentions, he was in a complicated mood, just like when he came, he left quietly.

At five o'clock in the morning of this day, Snape, who had stayed in the auditorium all night, finally returned to his office.

But there was also a dozing student sitting in front of the office door.

Startled, Snape almost immediately bent over to take Harry's hand.Immediately afterwards, the coldness of the tentacles made the wrinkles between his brows deeper.

Originally not sound asleep, Harry opened his eyes immediately after being moved like this: "Professor...?"

"Why are you here?" The words of reproach came out of Snape's mouth before reason.

Harry fell silent.

Snape's face became more serious, and after a while, he stood up: "If Mr. Ravens is fine, go back to your dormitory. I hope you can still know the way back."

"I have something to do, actually," said Harry, standing up after him.

"What made Mr. Ravens so impatient that he ran over to wait for his professor in the middle of the night?" Snape questioned.

"If you have to say that you can't wait..." Harry suddenly stepped forward and kissed the corner of Snape's lips quickly.

Snape didn't move, and seemed frozen.

The corners of Harry's lips curled up, and he leaned forward again, using his lips and tongue to feel the other person's taste... A moment later, when he realized that the person he was teasing was still motionless, he bit his lip in dissatisfaction After a while, he drove straight in with satisfaction.

The long kiss ended, and the two parted, both panting slightly.Harry leaned against the cold wall, shrugged, and gasped with a smile, "I can't wait, Professor."

Snape looked at Harry, and he said softly, "This is