When the savior is no longer the savior

his hand.

The world does not rotate because of a certain person, and of course it does not stagnate because of a certain person.

Regardless of what happened in every corner of the wizarding world this night, whether it is good or bad, whether it will have an amazing effect on the future... The darkness still leaves, and the dawn still comes.

Harry did not choose to escape. He returned to Hogwarts early the next morning...Of course, you can also say that he escaped to another level, because the first thing he did when he returned was to find Deng Xiaoping. Bullido applied for an exemption from Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, and after he sent a student to deliver a message to Voldemort, he motioned Harry to sit down and said, "You look very bad, Harry."

"I think so." Harry replied a little stiffly.

"What did Voldemort do?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry avoided answering, and he asked instead, "Professor, why did you do this? You identified me..." Will it be all right?

Dumbledore answered quickly, his expression was calm, and his eyes shone with wisdom: "The Three Hallows of Death are incomparably attractive to Voldemort who is pursuing immortality. He will not give up this possible opportunity. But it is not now. The timing of his rise, Harry. I know this, and Voldemort knows it, so he can't really do anything to you, which is tantamount to challenging the authority of the Ministry of Magic..."

"What was the fundamental purpose of what happened last night?" Harry interrupted Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was silent for a while: "Leave the school. Harry. Voldemort must leave the school. He is too good at demagoguery. I can't let him become an authoritative existence among a group of children who have not really grown up."

"Did it work?" Harry asked.

"I think so," Dumbledore whispered.

"That's nice," said Harry dryly.After a while, he seemed to feel that his tone was too insincere, and repeated again, "This is very good, Professor, your decision..." He said bitterly, "It has always been right."

"Harry, what happened last night?" Dumbledore asked a second time.

But Harry made up his mind not to speak. He just said, "It's just a fight, Professor."

Dumbledore frowned.

At this time there was a knock on the door, and Voldemort walked into the headmaster's office.

"What do you want from me? Dumbledore." Voldemort didn't wait for Dumbledore's invitation, he conjured up a chair and sat down.

Harry's body immediately went stiff and cold.

Dumbledore didn't care. He waved his wand, and a piece of parchment jumped out of the high pile of debris in the corner and flew into Voldemort's hand.

Voldemort took it over and took a look: "Application for exemption? As far as I know, Hogwarts has not had such a case in the past hundred years... The headmaster agreed?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore, smiling, "why not? Talented students deserve more freedom."

"Indeed." Voldemort said, and signed the parchment with a bold and domineering handwriting. "Why not? It should be so." He pushed the parchment back to Dumbledore, "If only this one You don't mind if I go out with Mr. Ravens, by the way?"

Dumbledore glanced at Harry, it was superfluous.

Because Harry answered immediately after Voldemort's voice fell: "Of course I don't mind, Professor Riddle."

Dumbledore said no more.

The two left the principal's office one after another.

Harry kept a distance of five steps from Voldemort, which was the easiest length to dodge and attack.

All the way without words.The gargoyle guarding the staircase slid out of the way as Voldemort descended the spiral staircase.

Harry's tense heart relaxed a little, but Voldemort suddenly said, with a familiar tone, as if he had been a friend for many years: "Your body is stiff, Harry."

Harry froze, gripping his wand in his pocket hand.

Voldemort turned around. He said, "Don't be so nervous, Harry, I won't do anything... I don't need to do anything." He swept Harry's left arm meaningfully.

Harry couldn't hold back, his nails dug into his palm.

Voldemort bent his lips and showed a cold smile: "But I think you should really think about what I said yesterday, Harry."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, and disappeared around the corner of the corridor after a while.

Harry's face was pale, and he let go of his sweaty hand holding the wand. Without holding back, he leaned against the wall and bent over to retch.

The first round of the Triwizard Tournament is over, but the tense and exciting atmosphere hangs over every corner of Hogwarts.

Everyone was keen to discuss the warriors of the three colleges on any occasion, and many students tried their best to find those warriors for autographs. In such an atmosphere, Harry, who suddenly became silent and withdrawn, seemed out of place.

In fact, it was the worst time Harry had ever had.The scars left by the previous battle with Voldemort still stubbornly refused to fade away, and the slightest touch would feel like a needle prick; while the Dark Mark branded on his arm showed his uncleanness all the time, reminding him to be with him. The difference in the classmates around... Draco tried to make him happy, which of course was impossible, so the kid with the full master temper became angry and began to openly mock him in the lounge; Snape used various methods every day Some sort of closed-mouthed reason for him to go to the potions office.He understood that Snape just wanted to talk to him about the past, but he didn't know how to face him—not anger, not hatred, just didn't know how to face him; and Voldemort, despite his best efforts I met him, but as long as he knew that Voldemort was still in this school, that Voldemort might be only a wall away from him, he felt unbearable, and he couldn't bear to escape from Voldemort—to escape from that complete A complete nightmare.

Time passed quietly like this, the leaves turned yellow and fell off, the ground was covered with snow, and Christmas in 1995 came.

Draco had stopped talking to Harry at all after publicly taunting twice to no avail.

Harry was not in the mood to mediate this either. He packed up his things and was about to leave school, but an owl with a letter flew in front of him.

Harry took the letter and opened it, no surprise it was Snape's.Only this time, the letter didn't mention some confinement, but simply asked him how he planned to spend Christmas, and told Harry that he would spend the entire holiday at Hogwarts and would not leave.Enclosed is a key to Spider's End.

It was obvious what Snape meant.He finally stopped trying to talk to each other and completely resigned himself to Harry's wishes and left him alone.

But Harry could only smile wryly.

He really didn't know how to face Snape, but at the same time, he didn't know how to face a person's spider's end, which just like the Dark Mark showed his complete failure.

And he stayed in the spider's end alley where there was only one person... What's the point?

This Christmas, Harry got off the Hogwarts Express alone. He didn't go to Spider's End, nor did he go back to Godric's Hollow.Just walking on the street alone with a backpack that has been cast with the traceless stretching spell.

Fine white snowflakes fell from the sky, and Harry walked along the street for a long time, until the gray-white sky was covered with dark blue and then swallowed by dark gray, he found a place to sit down, and buried his face deeply in his palm.

"Harry? Harry?" A soft female voice woke Harry up from his stupor.He raised his head in a daze, and saw a woman in her thirties standing in front of him with a worried face.

"Are you okay?" she asked uncertainly.

"I'm fine," said Harry hastily, before hesitantly asked, "Are you..."

"Dora, you can call me that." The woman smiled and blinked, her appearance was ordinary, but her smile was gentle and contagious, "You are no different from two years ago—if you want to know how I If your name will be called." She continued, "Are you here to go in or wait for someone?"

"I was by myself -" said Harry, finally noticing where he was - a few lone dolls in old clothes looking at him from a cupboard - St. Mungo's Hospital for Injuries and Illness.

...how did he come here?Without probing, Harry stood up and said, "I think I should go...thanks."

But Dora stopped Harry, and she said unquestionably, "No, I think you should go in, my boy, you don't look too well."

"I don't think I need this, ma'am," said Harry quietly.

Dora smiled: "It's not surprising, we always think that we don't need this, we don't need that... But in fact, we desire." She then said forcefully, "You don't want to be here with me, do you? ? Just accompany me in, Boy?"

"Why?" Harry asked, frowning.

At this time, Dora had already pulled Harry's arm and walked inside (Harry struggled violently, but couldn't break free, and didn't dare to really use force, as long as he let the other party pull him), she walked Said briskly: "Maybe because if there are no accidents, my child will be as old as you...Let me tell you, he is a genius, a real genius, just like you."

Harry was startled, he didn't struggle any more.

Even at Christmas, St. Mungo's is as busy as ever.

The powerful lady who met Harry for the first time took Harry directly to the tea room on the sixth floor, where the receptionist of St. Mungo's received them. Only then did Harry know that the lady next to him was here for a physical examination. Make sure you are pregnant.

Harry felt a little embarrassed, but Dora held Harry's arm firmly and told the receptionist that Harry was also here for a physical examination. Harry had to accompany Dora and follow the therapist to do a series of routine examinations.

Half an hour later, the two completed the examinations one after another, and Harry said to each other without giving up: "I'm just a little weak—at most temporarily malnourished, ma'am."

Dora gave Harry a dignified look: "I think we should listen to the therapist."

Harry wanted to say something more, but at this moment there was a commotion outside, they turned their heads, only to see the therapist who had led them to check up angrily slammed the door out, muttering all the way, "It's endless, what's the matter?" Let no one rest."

After about 5 minutes, the receptionist came in with the report.She glanced at Harry and Dora: "Lady Augustus?" she said to Dora.

Dora straightened her back, clasped her hands, obviously a little nervous: "Yes."

"Your body is a little weak, and you also have slight anxiety and lack of sleep. I think you need to rest more." She handed the inspection report to Dora.

Dora was stunned for a while before taking the things, and she had regained her composure.

Harry felt sorry for her, he could feel that she wanted a baby very much - during the examination, she had more than one topic of children to him.

"Mr. Ravens?" said the receptionist again.

"Yes," said Harry.

"You're in good health..." said the receptionist.

Harry was a little surprised, but accepted the result happily. It's better to be in good health than not in good health, isn't it?

However, the receptionist didn't finish his sentence: "Although it is rare, we need to congratulate you. According to the inspection report, you are pregnant."

Harry was silent for a moment, he thought he heard it wrong: "Congratulations?"

"We need to congratulate you," the receptionist repeated calmly, "you are pregnant."

Harry was completely bewildered.

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94. Unplanned transfer...

"Okay, if there's nothing else, you two—" Before the receptionist finished speaking, Harry, who was stunned, quickly said, "No, wait, I think I misheard something just now ?”

The receptionist looked at Harry silently for two seconds, and then suddenly realized: "Muggle wizard?"

"Uh... sort of," said Harry.

"In the wizarding world, men can conceive, of course, if your significant other is also a man." The receptionist shrugged his shoulders and looked at Harry with a slightly curious look, "Speaking of which, you don't look too old ..."

Harry said calmly, "I just look younger. Let's get back to the original topic, you just said that I..."

"I'm pregnant," the receptionist said.

But Harry shivered almost exaggeratedly, jumped to his feet and shouted unbearably, "Enough, don't say that word!"

Dora, who was still in shock at the side, immediately followed and shouted angrily: "Hey, be careful, are you boys so reckless!?"

The receptionist looked at Harry thoughtfully for a while, and said kindly, "So, how about 'you have a baby'?"

"Oh, no..." Harry leaned against the wall really weakly this time, "I really don't understand, how is this possible? I'm a man..."

The receptionist was a little impatient this time: "Why is it impossible? Although it is indeed rare, this has always existed in the wizarding world—I knew it, Muggles always do this! This is impossible, that is impossible, they—"

"Okay, okay, sorry to trouble you, we're going out first." Dora quickly interrupted Harry, half dragging and half helping Harry out of the tea room.

Of course, Harry straightened up and walked out by himself after being carried for a few steps, and when there was nothing wrong - er, well, maybe something went wrong - by a A woman holding on?For Merlin's sake, he's really not that weak—

The two came to the lounge chair outside the corridor, and Dora asked Harry to sit down.

Harry felt awkward and refused to sit down anyway.

Dora didn't force herself, she just sat down with a slight sense of loss.

Harry looked at the distressed woman in front of him, and thought of himself again. On the one hand, he felt that it was absurd, but on the other hand, he felt a subtle sense of apology. He cleared his throat, "Well, ma'am... can I get you a glass of water?"

"No, thank you," said Dora listlessly.

Harry stood hesitantly for a while, but he went back to the tea room to fetch hot water for Dora.

Dora took it by accident. She smiled at Harry and said after a while, "If I remember correctly, you are only 16 years old this year?"

It's unwise to lie in front of someone who already knows who he is, and Harry grunted in exasperation, "Actually... fifteen."

Dora was obviously speechless for a while, and she asked, "The other party is also a student?"

Harry hurriedly said, "No, no, he's—well, an adult."

Dora breathed a sigh of relief this time: "What are your plans?"

Harry froze.

Dora waited for a while: "No plans?"

"This..." Harry was a little hesitant, he didn't really want to talk about these things with a stranger, but the problem was that this strange but enthusiastic lady obviously wouldn't just let him go...

"I'm just asking, Harry," said Dora softly, with a forced smile. "You know, I've always wanted a baby."

Harry relented. He scratched his hair and said in a strange tone, "I don't know, it's so weird, I mean, I'm a man..."

"Yeah, I bet you never thought about contraception." Dora murmured.

Harry flinched, blushing.

Dora came to her senses, coughed dryly and changed the subject: "I think your grades should be good, right? If you are in fifth grade, you should have no problem passing the wizard level test, right?"

"No problem." Harry replied.

"Then you don't think about abortion, do you? You can take a half-year break from school after finishing the wizard level and then return to Hogwarts to continue your studies." Dora asked tentatively.

Harry hadn't had time to think about it.He was a little stunned by the question, and after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but shift his gaze to his stomach-of course, it was awkward to do so, Harry stared blankly at his thick coat, and felt that Very uncomfortable, but... he really had a baby?Was there really a new life in his stomach—er, body? ...

1 minutes passed.

2 minutes passed.

Harry just wanted to hold the wall.To be honest, he really didn't appreciate the touch of giving birth to a life.He now looks forward to getting home, closing his eyes and going to sleep, and then all the absurd unrealistic unreal things will disappear-

Of course, this is not possible.

So Harry was still standing on the sixth floor of St. Mungo's, looking at Dora sadly.

After a while, the receptionist walked between the two of them. Dora cleared her throat and said first, "Well, Harry, how are you two?"

The sudden topic made Harry a little confused: "I think it's not bad." He said, thought for a while, and added, "Very good."

"Well, Harry, does he - like children?" asked Dora again.

Harry vaguely thought of something.

Dora didn't finish: "Do you want to raise children? I don't mean anything else, it's just that you are all so young, and raising a child is troublesome and expensive, especially if you are still a student, your parents will not support—"

Harry fully understood what Dora meant, and he suddenly felt deep unhappiness, so he couldn't help saying coldly: "It's true that he doesn't like children, but I don't think he doesn't even like his own children. As for the others, I will It can be done, madam."

Dora blushed a little, and she said dully, "I'm sorry, I'm just—I'm looking forward to it...you know." She smiled wryly, "Just pretend I haven't said anything, okay? Harry, I really think too much……"

"It's nothing, ma'am." Harry shook his head, not blaming him.

But Dora still seemed a little embarrassed. She didn't sit down anymore, stood up and said goodbye to Harry, but after walking two steps, she suddenly remembered something, opened her handbag, and walked towards Harry to take out things: "Yes, Here, Harry - I bet you don't have this!"

Before Harry had time to refuse, Dora stuffed something into his hand—it was a handbook for pregnant women. When Harry looked down at it, on the cover, children from one to three years old all spoke to him. Grin and spit bubbles.

Harry had mixed feelings.He looked up at Dora, but Dora said unquestionably before he could speak: "Take it as an apology just now, Harry, I don't think you will refuse?"

Harry really wanted to refuse, but Dora didn't give him a chance at all, and turned around and left after sending the things.

Harry, who was standing alone in the corridor, stared at the book in his hands for a while, and suddenly felt deeply grateful for Snape's thoughtful act of giving the key before.

Merlin knew that he really desperately needed a quiet environment now...

The clock has struck twelve.

Most of the students at Hogwarts have returned home and most of them have already slept peacefully. The huge castle is empty, and the orange light flows through the old bricks and stones, illuminating the tenacious moss growing in the cracks, which is the trace left by the years. .

In the basement of the castle, the room that has been used as the potion office all year round, the fire seems to be infected with the master's anxiety, and it is crackling and burning.

Snape was sitting on the sofa with a half-drunk bottle in front of him, staring intently at the fireplace facing him without actually looking at it.

The pointer was ticking, turning round and round, and it was already past his usual rest hour.

But he is still waiting for someone.

Although that person probably won't show up.

Half an hour passed.

An hour has passed.

Unstoppable exhaustion overflowed from Snape's eyes and covered that serious and rigid face.

He feels tired.He wanted to run up to that bastard—a total bastard—and ask him if he really wouldn't even give him a chance to explain, or if he'd decided he'd turned his back on him, or if he'd really listened to those Damn, stupid Potter words, thought he was playing with him?

But that brat didn't even want to appear in front of him anymore.

Look, look, Severus, the one you'd love with your life won't even hear a few more words from you just because of one damn night!

Damn Voldemort!He cursed from the bottom of his heart.Damn Dumbledore!Damn Potter!Damn-damn-I...

Snape covered his face in pain.

What the hell happened that night?He asked himself, and clearly felt the uneasiness in his heart.No one knows that child better than him, and that child is by no means a willful person—he has never seen anyone who can give up his life and endure more than him, and the pot of poison before is the best proof...Damn Merlin , who will tell him what happened! ?

The crackling sound of flames suddenly sounded.

Snape turned his gaze back to the fireplace impatiently, but froze on the sofa the next moment.

The man who came out of the fireplace didn't look much better than him.He stood there, patted the ashes on his shoulder unnaturally, hesitated for a while, and then spoke: "Professor...maybe, we can talk?"

Snape didn't speak, he suddenly lost his voice.

Harry standing in front of the fireplace was even more embarrassed, and he was still full of embarrassment—once he broke free from the abyss of self-loathing, the former savior who had indeed experienced a lot realized how immature and unreasonable his previous behavior was. It hurt, especially for Snape - the man who would, no accident, be his constant companion and family.

Thinking about it this way, the former savior, who felt somewhat unreasonable, lowered his figure and said with an apologetic smile, "Professor, although it's a bit late, but Christmas—"

His words failed to speak.Snape, who was sitting on the sofa stupidly just a second ago, suddenly stepped across the sofa and hugged Harry at a speed not inferior to the best suitors—Harry swears, such swiftness is indeed extraordinary and enough to make people Amazing, especially since Snape wasn't using a broom but just two legs.

Harry suddenly wanted to laugh, but before those smiles surfaced on the corners of his mouth, the tightness from his arms and the rapid heartbeat from his chest made Harry's inexplicable smile all gone.

It's not funny.thought Harry.This person who likes himself is worried and hesitant, nervous and at a loss...

"I'm assuming I'm not dreaming?" Snape said slowly, his deep voice pierced into Harry's eardrums, with a slight tremor, like a simple flow of breath, but also seemed to contain a little anxiety.

Harry was a little moved.He hugged Snape vigorously in silence, before speaking lightly: "I don't think so, Professor. Besides, Merry Christmas."

Snape seemed to smile - even though Harry couldn't see or hear the other person, he just felt a smile from the person holding him.

But that's not really that important.The next moment, Snape's kiss landed on Harry's forehead, slightly tickling through the soft hair.

"Youtoo, Myboy."

The two sat down on the sofa.

Snape returned to his usual appearance, his voice was a little hoarse: "May I ask, what is it that made Mr. Ravens change his mind halfway?"

"Professor, I was—"

"You weren't coming back," Snape said calmly.

Harry coughed, "Okay... I've changed my mind."

"Well," Snape looked at Harry, "I guess I'm... thankful."

"Thank you for what?" Harry said in a deliberately teasing tone.

But Snape replied calmly and seriously: "Thanks Merlin."

Harry couldn't speak for a while, Snape was always a person who was good at restraining his emotions, and a direct expression like this - oh, my God, he also started to thank that old bastard Merlin!

"Harry, about the previous incident - believe me, no one is more afraid of you getting hurt than I am." In the end, it was Snape who stepped forward. He pointed out the problem between the two and looked forward to Harry Say something too - it's okay to be angry, just say something - something about what happened that night.

But Harry didn't show anger.He just rubbed his face: "I know, professor, I have never doubted it, it's just... I couldn't accept it before."

Then it is suddenly acceptable now?Snape was silent for a few seconds, and chose to ask directly: "Harry, what did you encounter today?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then he said, "It's nothing, it's just that I've been alone for a long time and I suddenly wanted to see you... and I came back. It's a bit late, though." He looked at the clock approaching the number 2, a little apologetic said.

Snape's answer was terse: "It's never too late." As long as it's you.He paused, and there were still many questions and explanations in his mind that he wanted to say, but all the words came to his lips, and finally only the most common sentence was really said, "Rest here?"

Harry was indeed feeling tired, but he didn't want to be in bed with Snape yet, and he didn't want him to think too much... Finally, he jokingly asked, "I'm looking forward to a sofa at the moment, Professor. "

Snape paused for a while, and finally he said flatly, "Go and wash your face first, Harry."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.He nodded, went to the closet in the bedroom to get clean clothes, and then went to the washroom, ready to take a hot bath - he needed something to relax his body and nerves.

The water in the faucet slowly filled the bathtub, and a large amount of transparent foam also gushed out from the adjacent faucet, more than half of it poured into the steaming water, and the rest floated on the water surface, and disappeared silently as the heat slowly rose.

Harry took off his clothes one by one, and he slid into the water, but his eyes fell on his left arm.At this moment, not only was there an ugly and dirty mark branded there, but it was also damaged by two deep knife marks intersecting in the center of the mark and crossing half of the arm.

The cuts hadn't healed completely, they were brown scars, turned fleshy, red and swollen, and one of them just barely crossed the wrist and came to the back of the hand, and it looked very serious - and it was very serious After all, at the most angry and humiliating moment, Harry showed no mercy at all.

But now... Harry noticed an unexpected calm in his mind.

Incredible isn't it?Just before this evening, he was still in a bad mood and couldn't extricate himself, and it was only one night...well, maybe we can't use such an ordinary description to describe what happened tonight, after all he knew...ha Leigh refused to think about that word.

But his gaze then fell on his abdomen—it was flat and firm, exactly like an ordinary man, and it was completely impossible to see that there was something inside that shouldn't be there...

Harry hesitated. He put his hand over his stomach, but he really didn't feel anything - in fact he thought he'd be better off feeling nothing at all.Of course, it'd be better if he didn't...

Don't have kids?Harry's heart skipped a beat.He couldn't tell what it felt like, but he vaguely felt that it wasn't that pleasant.

He had never expected a child, but suddenly he was told that he had a child, and he didn't seem to be very repulsive, although it was too weird...

At the end of the messy thoughts, Harry no longer knew what he was thinking. He simply relaxed his body and enjoyed the comfort of the hot water. He only numbly glanced at the Dark Mark on his left arm for the last time, and thought bitterly: No matter what Well, at least I don't care about it anymore, do I?

But is that the difference between miserable and more miserable?

But well, there's a weird...well, life...shouldn't be all miserable... right?

He's—his—child, weird, weird,...special, isn't it?

95

95. Break the silence...

The candle on the wall lamp holder burned to the end, and the flame went out with a snort on the melted and solidified candle tears.

Behind the desk, Snape closed the thick-skinned potions book that was boring to most people all night, and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.

The old clock on the wall struck seven slowly, indicating the current time, seven o'clock in the morning.

Snape poured the cold coffee on the table into his mouth.His eyes fell on the closed wooden door of the bedroom, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while whether to go in and call for someone.After all, the other party went to bed too late last night, and it is also a holiday now... No, let's wake the other party up first, right?It doesn't matter if you eat first and sleep after eating.

Snape had already arrived at the door, he reached out and knocked gently, not too willing to admit that he just wanted to see the people sleeping in the room.

But what difference does it make if you admit it or not?

Just a word of looking forward to the sofa made him at a loss - God knows that the other party even offered to come back to him in a reconciliation way before.

Snape couldn't stop the unease from creeping up inside him.But he didn't consider the possibility of Harry leaving him.

That's unimaginable.

After knocking on the wooden door, Snape waited for a while, seeing that there was no response from inside, he raised his voice and said, "Harry?"

This time, a weak, indistinct voice came through the door: "Hmm...Professor? Come in..."

The vague voice containing sleepiness made Snape sure that the other party hadn't woken up yet. He opened the door, and was not surprised to find that the occupant of the room was still huddled under the quilt, and half of the heavy quilt was hanging down on the floor—obviously, The people on the bed didn't sleep well.

Snape stepped forward, he first pulled down the quilt that even covered Harry's head, the people in the quilt opened their eyes in a daze, but closed them again after a few seconds.

"Harry?" Snape whispered.

The person on the bed muttered something, turned over and ignored it.

Or... let him continue to sleep?Snape wavered a little.He looked at Harry, and yelled again, seeing that he was really sleepy, so he stopped trying to make people get up, but only pulled up the quilt that had fallen on the floor, and at the same time held Harry's stretched legs when he turned over just now. The wrist on the edge of the bed, intending to cover it under the quilt again.

But just when his palm touched that arm, Harry, who had been screaming in a daze, suddenly woke up, jumped up and pulled his arm back forcefully!

Snape didn't have time to let go of his hand completely, he felt his nails scratching the back of Harry's hand, and subconsciously said, "Harry?"

Harry, who sat up in bed, paused for two or three seconds.He shook off his drowsiness completely, realized what had happened, and quickly added, "Well, I—well—I just woke up, Professor."

Snape didn't say anything, he just asked, "Is there a scratch? I was a little slow to loosen just now."

How could Harry be in the mood to pay attention to scratches or not at this time?He casually glanced at the left hand that he had received behind his back, but without looking carefully, he opened his mouth and said, "It's okay, I'll just use a healing magic myself."

Snape nodded: "Get up, let's have breakfast first." Then he turned and went out, closing the door gently.

Only then did Harry heave a sigh of relief. He got up from the bed, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and put away the book Dora gave him that was under the pillow. And with a bit of aching head, he walked into the washroom.

In the bathroom, the oval mirror mounted on the wall faithfully reflected a tired and immature face.

Harry stared in the mirror for a moment.The first thing he thought of was yesterday's physical examination report.Then, he realized something that he had been neglecting yesterday: no matter how old he was before, now he was only 15 years old and still attending Hogwarts.

Harry's heart grew heavy.

After the initial suspicion, the reason of an adult began to wake up. Although he said to Dora without hesitation last night that "it can be solved", can he really solve it completely...?

Yes, he's not really a 15-year-old boy, he's confident that he can pass both tests in fifth and seventh grades even if he doesn't take classes anymore, and money isn't an issue, he's somehow able to support himself... um , perhaps including a child?But having a child can't just solve these things, right?don't say anything else