When the savior is no longer the savior

Sorry, madam. "

"What is it?" Dora asked concerned.

"It's just a little thing," Harry said evasively, "I should go, thanks for the hospitality."

"So—" Dora shrugged and smiled, "well, well, young boys have their own things to do, but next time I invite you, you won't refuse to accompany a young boy old lady?"

"Of course not," Harry laughed uncontrollably, "You are my child's godmother, we should be close, well, of course..." He had already walked to the door.

Dora sent it out and asked casually, "Harry, where are you going? Back to Professor Snape?"

"No, I'm planning to go to St. Mungo's first..." Harry looked at Dora, and suddenly remembered something——Dora often went to St. Mungo's, would there be some trustworthy friends?At least there was St. Mungo's therapist who was willing to help her hide the child...

"Saint Mungo?" asked Dora Fox.

"Yes, I have to go to St. Mungo's for a checkup, but it's inconvenient, ma'am, do you have a therapist you can fully trust?" Harry said hastily, "Of course, if it's inconvenient—"

"No, no, wait," Dora interrupted Harry. "You're going to St. Mungo's at this hour? Are you kidding me! You wait here, there's nothing inconvenient, I'll get someone over right away."

She turned around and lit the fireplace, and within a few minutes things were sealed.Only then did he turn around and ask Harry, "You want to have a physical examination? Why?"

"Just want to check." Harry was a little embarrassed, he didn't want to be perfunctory, but he didn't know what to say, "Well... I broke a bottle of unknown potion..."

"Did you touch those potions?" Dora asked hastily.

"No." Harry smiled wryly.

"That?" Dora was puzzled, but seeing Harry's expression, she didn't ask carefully, but just smiled, "Okay, with the time I have now, I'll show you my home, Harry. I remember You came a few times, but you came and went in a hurry."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, I've wanted to see this beautiful house for a long time."

Dora led Harry upstairs.Pointing to the portraits on the wall, he introduced: "These are the masters of Augustus several generations ago..."

Harry looked at the portraits hanging on the stairs, one of which was written hundreds of years ago and said Olina?Gaunt, he said, "Blood of Slytherin?"

Dora followed Harry's gaze, and smiled disapprovingly: "Several generations ago, it was still a side branch, with a very thin lineage, so it's not surprising at all. If you look around, you might be able to see Pei. What about Freer... Speaking of which, there is Trelawney's blood in my family, but I haven't heard of anyone who can predict something insignificant for several generations... The magic world is like this, it's terribly small, and it's a little older My family is all related, if you are serious about building relationships, you will be finished, except for those new Muggle breeds, the entire wizarding world is a network of relationships..."

They went up to the second floor, visited the study (where Harry had been), and looked at the balcony, which was the size of a room.

The morning sun is soft, not hot, and has a kind of quiet warmth.

Dora sat down on the white-painted chair, pressed the table, looked downstairs, and said with a little sadness: "My husband liked this place the most when he was alive. He would rather read books here all afternoon than spend more time with me. ...I hated him very much then, but then..."

Harry suddenly remembered what Dora had said yesterday that her children thought they were in love—was she and his husband not on good terms?Then why do you want to conceive that man's child now that the other party has passed away?

Harry didn't think about it further, both he and Dora saw a person walking in this direction in the distance.

Harry went back to the room immediately, and Dora waited downstairs for a while, and then she opened the door for her good friend, St. Mungo's therapist.

The one who came in was the witch who had checked Harry before. The blond witch asked with concern just after entering the door: "What happened? You told me in the fireplace that you felt hard to say? Why don't you rest—— "

Then Dora's voice sounded, as if explaining, Harry on the second floor didn't listen deliberately, just waited quietly in the study.

About 15 minutes later, there were footsteps in the corridor, and then Dora and the therapist walked into the study one after the other.

"It's him, please, Ann." Dora pointed to Harry and said apologetically to the witch behind her.

Harry stood up: "We meet again, Mrs. Ann."

Mrs. Ann said coldly, "My full name is Anita, and I hope you call me Mrs. Jill, Mr. Ravens."

Harry immediately changed his words: "Mrs. Gill."

But this obviously didn't please the blonde witch, she still frowned displeasedly, and said bluntly: "I really hope I never see you again, Mr. Ravens...Okay, sit there, I'm going to check !"

Harry sat obediently.

Dora also stood aside and watched nervously.

The blond-haired therapist took out one magic device after another from the carrying case, and took materials from Harry, including hair, nails, and even blood. She tried them all one by one. When the last check was completed, Anita asked : "What do you want to check?"

"Is there something wrong?" Harry asked.

The blond therapist gave Harry an odd look before she asked, "Something wrong?"

Harry was a little embarrassed: "Well, I mean... I seem to be a little irritable lately..."

"I think that's your problem," Anita said.

"...I dropped a potion," said Harry.

"Oh? What kind? Did you touch it?"

"Actually... I don't think I did, it was just broken," said Harry.

"..." The blond therapist.

Three minutes later, Dora, who had sent off her furious friend, turned to look for Harry.

Harry said helplessly, "I should go too, ma'am."

Dora also smiled wryly: "Well, don't worry about it, Harry."

"Maybe I'm really under a lot of pressure." Harry didn't want to say more, he said goodbye to Dora again, and after leaving the house, he used Apparition to go to the Sacred Heart Orphanage in London.

He felt that it was necessary to explore his own life experience.

In the dean's reception room.

The weather in London is always not good. The gray sky covers the scorching sun, but makes the already muggy air low and oppressive. Mrs. Cleary slapped the person in front of her with a strange expression: "I think... Raven Mr. Si? Are you here to ask about your background?"

"Yes, Dean," said Harry.

Mrs. Cleary was silent for a moment: "In all these years of being the dean, to be honest, you are a very special one, Harry."

"Thank you, ma'am." Harry said politely and distantly.

"You have been very mature since you were three or four years old. It seems that you don't need to be taught by others, and you are born with everything—but the sense of existence is very weak, very strange—often, I would think that there is actually no one named Lei in the orphanage. Vince's people." Mrs. Cleary narrowed her eyes and recalled the past.

Harry remained silent.

Fortunately, this distraction didn't last long, and Mrs. Cleary quickly got back to business. She said, "I remember I brought you in from the orphanage... It must have been snowing that day. That's right, snow Very big." She murmured, "A very strange woman, a woman wrapped in a black robe brought you here, and she told me not to mention her to you in the future..."

Harry hesitated to speak.

"You want to ask me, since the other party said so, why did I tell you directly?" Mrs. Cleary asked, and then she took a sip of wine, her hair sparkling with silver hair, "Honey, I don't need to listen to a desertion The words of the child's woman, besides, if she really doesn't want to tell you, why would she appear in front of me?"

Harry laughed: "You're right, ma'am."

"The next thing...let me think about it," said Mrs. Cleary. "That strange person said something equally strange. She said that if strange things happened to you in the future, she would tell you—"

"Tell me what?" Harry asked.

"It's not urgent," Mrs. Cleary said. "I'm a little curious, Harry. You have been indifferent to your own life for so many years. Why do you want to know now?"

"Because some strange things have happened to me recently," Harry replied.

Mrs. Cleary looked at him inquisitively: "The woman in the black robe told me that on the day when he could live independently, if what was rumored to happen...then let him choose, ma'am, let him choose ’,” she continued, “‘he can know my name, or he can know the odd things, but he can only choose one, and I beg you to tell him only one answer.’”

Harry frowned.

Mrs. Cleary asked: "What kind of person do you think she is? My child."

"She's..." Harry was silent for a moment, and then he refused softly but firmly, "It doesn't really matter to me what she is, ma'am, I want to know the answers to the weird things that happened to me .”

Mrs. Cleary sighed, and said a little sadly, "You are a cruel child, Harry."

Harry didn't answer.

Mrs Cleary said: "She said if you're 17 and you see weird things and they end up happening - although I think that's as unrealistic as a legend - don't panic, it's It's a good thing, you know, in that world, it's not untraceable, and you happen to have that kind of blood."

If you see something weird... and it ends up happening...

Harry got what he wanted.

With Trelawney's lineage, he can predict the future—but this ability is too different from the expression of his divination class, Professor Trelawney, right?But this shouldn't be Voldemort's trick... He never showed any concern for his orphanage... Mrs. Cleary doesn't look like she's under a spell or any potion...

Thinking of this, Harry stood up and said, "Thank you, ma'am, I think I got what I wanted."

"Harry," Mrs. Cleary called to him, "do you really want to know her name?"

"No, I don't want to," said Harry quietly. "That's not necessary...not at all, thanks again."

He left the orphanage.

It was almost noon, and finally a beam of sunlight broke through the thick clouds and shone on the pedestrian's face, dazzling and dazzling.

Harry wandered aimlessly, he didn't really want to go back to Spider's End, and he didn't really want to go to Godric's Hollow, but apart from these two places, he really didn't seem to have any other places to go, especially now You shouldn't be wandering the streets for too long...

Before he knew it, Harry came near the Leaky Cauldron.He stood under the unobtrusive newsstand, looked at the messy tavern from a distance across the street, and was about to leave, but at this moment, a voice screamed: "Who did you see then? —Harry! Is it Harry? Ravens!"

Startled, Harry immediately pulled out his wand and used Disapparation. There was a burst of pipe-like squeezing, and the faces that were close at hand began to blur and distort...

He disappeared in place.

The author has something to say: Hmm... explained the problem of the dream, Xiao Ha has the lineage of the prophecy, and the ability to wake up =v=

Nightmare

A scream pierced the sky above Diagon Alley.

Harry's feet hit the ground, and with just a glance around, he realized that he hadn't just Apparated into a remote mountain forest as casually as he'd hoped - in fact, he'd only moved a wretched few kilometers from the The streets of London come to Diagon Alley.

The loud screams came again, high-pitched female voices, panting male voices, and random explosions. These sounds tormented Harry's nerves and made him understand from the bottom of his heart that a battle was impossible. avoided.

But am I afraid?Resentment and even more anger arose in Harry's heart. He raised his arm and used the Stunning Charm to accurately greet an Auror who rushed to the front, and then immediately retreated behind the large signboard on the side - this choice was undoubtedly wise —In almost the next instant, all kinds of spells hit the poor signboard, and the signboard flew up and shattered in the air, and at this time, Harry was already running forward quickly, while turning back to the Aurors Cast a spell.

The people around were stunned. The wizards on the street screamed and ran to the shops on both sides, while the wizards in the shops were chaotically crowding around the doors and windows to watch the pursuit on the street.

"Hurry up!" someone yelled in the street. "Take him back! He's Riddle—a wanted man from the Ministry of Magic!"

"We should be under martial law! Martial law here!"

"It's too late - grab him now - use the Unforgivable Curse!"

"But--"

"That lord will settle everything!"

Harry kept silent, and rushed into the doorway of Knockturn Alley—the planning here was much worse than that of Diagon Alley, with winding and twisting alleys, debris piled up to the street, dilapidated and dirty shops —Run to the depths.

"Split and act!" The voice behind him was almost hoarse, "We must catch him this time!"

"Try it." Harry muttered to himself, he ran around the corner, slowed down, and gave himself an "armor protection", and then secretly prepared the Sleeping Charm...

A figure suddenly rushed out of the corner.

Harry immediately shot a stun spell at the opponent. The stun spell hit the target, but was bounced off by the armor on the opponent's body. The man immediately yelled and shot the spell at Harry!

Harry stepped back and waved his wand.The Sleeping Curse flew by, Harry ducked aside, then a Leg Locking Curse hit Harry, Harry swayed, but nothing more, another Cutting Curse... this time Harry While dodging, he also hit the Auror. The man who was pointing his wand at Harry shut his mouth. Harry was about to give him another stun spell when he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from afar... ...No, not far, very close... Harry decisively stopped the spell, turned around and ran into the alley, but at this moment, a red light brushed Harry's shoulder.

In the throes of pain, Harry glanced back briefly and saw the Auror pointing his wand at him in silence - a silent spell!

Harry turned the corner hastily, pain and irritation rushing to his head.

If instead of the gentle Locking Curse just now, but the Cutting Curse... Shenfeng Wuying... A strange emotion surged in Harry's heart, as if there was a picture of those pursuers lying in a pool of blood in front of him... The strange emotion became more vivid...Harry slowed down, and the magic power flowed into the wand bit by bit. He had prepared the spells, yes, the Cutting Curse, the Evil Edge, and Cruciatus... …

A figure suddenly ran out from the shadow of the doorway.

With a shake of Harry's hand, the spell was about to be thrown - but before that, the figure whispered, "Stop, it's me!"

Harry's hand trembled again, this time, the strange emotion disappeared, and fear and panic suddenly rushed into his heart, making him unable to speak.

In the dim doorway, the adult wizard's gray eyes were bright and piercing. Harry even felt that he was going to be seen through. Those evil thoughts and impulses surging in his heart just now... He suddenly felt ashamed and tried to make some excuses. But before that, the dark-haired man had already pushed Harry into a hidden corner, shot a few spells in the direction Harry came from, and then ran forward quickly.

There was another sound of chaotic footsteps.

Harry stayed silently in the shadows, hearing the footsteps approaching from far away and from near to far...

"Wait, who is that?" A voice came from afar.

"Isn't it Ravens? That—"

"It's Sirius? Black!"

"Why is he here?"

At this time, Sirius' unruly laughter came, because it was too far away, so he couldn't hear it very clearly, but this did not prevent Harry from discovering the complacency and frivolity in that voice: "This is what I want to ask you, Are Aurors now able to attack passers-by at will?... oh-oh, blood? Aha, though I've never been proud of my family, it's unfortunate that Black happens to be noble old purest- "

Harry didn't hear the rest, and he Disapparated away.

Why would I want to use the Unforgivable Curse?Yes, of course, this is a battle, I should use all means to protect myself...

But it's not right.That's wrong, if I use the Unforgivable Curse without hesitation in battle, then what's the difference between me and Voldemort?

Why did the Ministry of Magic ban the Unforgivable Curse?Because the damage of the Unforgivable Curses is irreversible, and because the use of the Unforgivable Curses requires the generation of an unfavorable—wanting tormenting—emotion.

And if a person thinks about torturing people every day, how can he be an upright and just person?

The morning fight wasn't really dangerous.Why would I want to use those spells?How could I want to...

... to torture them?

"Wow—" the baby's cry suddenly sounded.

Harry woke up from his contemplation, and saw the child in the magic hood waving its arms and legs and crying, looking like an overturned turtle... Well, wait, I've been thinking about it lately...Harry's There was a little smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand to inject some magic power into the magic shield, but halfway through it, he remembered what happened before...

"Harry?" Snape walked into the bedroom.

Harry's outstretched hand froze. He stood up and said as nonchalantly as possible, "The potion is ready?"

Snape's face was a little gloomy, he let out a "huh" and stretched out his hand to press the mask.

The mask began to emit light blue light.

Harry looked away, put his hands in his pockets: "He looks about the same." He thought he was saying a fruit was about to ripen.

"Yeah." Snape replied.

Has the voice of the other party softened?Harry was thinking wildly: "How about a name called Al?"

"Okay," Snape said.

Harry had nothing to say - no, it's not that there was nothing to say, it's just that some topics would lead to arguments... Oh, Merlin, since when did he worry about having an argument with Snape?What is the problem?

Suddenly feeling tired, Harry took a pillow from the bed and headed downstairs.

"Harry?" Snape asked.

"I want to be alone for a while." Harry said reluctantly.

Snape's eyes lingered on Harry's face for a while: "No, you can just stay here... I will study potions downstairs at night."

Harry was silent for a moment, then threw the pillow back on the bed.

"Did the Aurors spot you in Diagon Alley this afternoon?" Snape started a topic.

"Yeah." Harry replied.

"Are you hurt?" Snape asked.

Harry immediately felt a burning pain in his shoulder, but he replied, "No."

"Remember to be careful." Snape frowned, his eyes still resting on Harry's face, he seemed to want to ask something...

"I checked with a therapist at St. Mungo's," Harry said suddenly. "You look like you want to ask that - why didn't you just ask? It came back normal."

"Really?" Snape said softly, he seemed to have expected this result.

"What's that?—I mean the potion bottle," Harry asked.

Snape frowned: "A failure. I planned to do some research."

He didn't want to tell me what the thing was.Harry understood.Anger rushed into his mind for no reason—maybe it wasn’t unreasonable—but he restrained it consciously: “You really think it’s the potion—the bottle you don’t even want to name The potion problem?" Harry asked directly, "I've been a little bit off lately, but I think it's just a matter of stress, maybe it will be fine after a while - it's normal, isn't it? Suddenly it doesn't matter for a while, Suddenly liking something that I never liked before... People change, Severus."

"Yes, people change," Snape said flatly, sounding like he agreed.

But Harry noticed that Snape's eyes were still on his face, there was doubt in those black eyes, there was assessment... nothing more, he couldn't see any emotion hidden in those eyes.

It's just a damn potion - but why is everyone so weird?Harry realized that if he stayed any longer, something would happen, maybe another fight, maybe something more serious...

Harry managed to leave the room before he couldn't control himself, and he had tried his best to restrain himself, but the loud slamming door sounded like a mockery at him.

At the end of the day, Harry lay on the bed exhausted, and the exhaustion of his body made him fall asleep in a short time.

A dense fog spread.

Standing bewildered in the fog, Harry saw thick dust and rotting wooden floors, and red velvet curtains pitted by something bitten by something... He thought he had been in this place before, but Can't remember where this is...

The hiss unique to snakes suddenly sounded.

Harry was startled, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and the thick fog blocking him consciously parted from both sides.

Harry saw clearly that it was a man with a thick and long snake wrapped around his throat - he suddenly remembered that this was a very familiar scene, and he once had nightmares because of it... But there seemed to be something wrong, Snape It was obviously bitten through the neck by the snake's fangs...

Harry didn't know why he was so calm, he just didn't think there was anything to get excited about.He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but now there seemed to be nothing else he could do other than observe...

He continued to look at the very familiar scene in front of him, and he saw Snape staring straight ahead with obvious surprise and disbelief on his face... Harry followed Snape's eyes and looked at the past, deeply The fog parted again, and he could see clearly that there was a person standing in the shadows, with a grim smile on his face, and a hissing sound like a snake...

That's not Voldemort!

That is--

"No!—" Harry woke up sweating profusely, unable to believe what he had dreamed.

How can it be?Harry's hands were shaking, how could it be possible for the Professor to - it's impossible - it's absurd...

A stone was stuck in Harry's throat, and it felt heavy all the way down the esophagus and into the stomach pouch, making people want to gag...

The door was opened, and a faint green light illuminated the dark room.

"Harry?" Snape stood at the door with his back to the light, unable to see clearly, "What happened?"

"No—nothing." Harry replied indiscriminately. He reached out and groped on the bed, not knowing what he wanted to grope for...

A red light suddenly flashed across the air, and Snape, who was standing at the door, turned his head subconsciously - the red light pierced through the wooden door.

Silence like stagnant water.

After a few breaths, the bedroom lights came on.The dull yellow light revealed the astonishment on Snape's face and the paleness on Harry's face at the same time.

It was the color of a dead man.

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wish come true potion

There was no sound in the not-so-spacious room.

Harry stared blankly at the circular hole in the wooden door, unable to tell what he was feeling for a while.Overwhelmed?Perhaps; fear?There must be; what else?Those unfamiliar emotions that are unfamiliar to oneself alone...

Harry's eyes shifted to Snape, and only then did he realize that he was striding towards him, his expression more gloomy and terrifying than he had ever seen at any moment...

Will he give me an Avada?Such a thought suddenly came to Harry's mind.

The next moment, Snape gripped his arm firmly and swung his other hand across his face—

"How are you feeling?" A low, caring voice rang in Harry's ear.Harry could feel the coolness on his forehead, the warmth of the other's palm.

...what the hell am I thinking about?Suddenly realizing his own absurdity, Harry shook his head secretly and said, "I'm—" He was about to say 'very good' reflexively, but he stopped in time, "—not good."

Brief silence.

Although he had just fallen asleep, Harry broke out in a cold sweat after a series of shocks, and his mind became clearer, and he quickly added: "I think I've been a little-well, not very good, and I didn't mean it just now. Yeah, I think that's-"

"Instantaneous magic output," Snape answered, "in short, your wand went off fire."

Harry had a subtle feeling that his lines had been robbed. Before he could speak, Snape continued to say coldly, "That's not the point. The point is, Mr. Ravens, you have a high fever— Don't you feel anything at all?"

"..." Harry.

He really, didn't notice at all...

Two minutes later, Snape, who had stormed downstairs angrily, came up angrily again, and roughly handed Harry a bottle of cold medicine.

Harry took it awkwardly and drank it. After a short period of dizziness, he felt much better. He casually put the bottle on the table and was about to speak when he saw Snape staring at his arm: "What's wrong with your arm?" ?”

"..." Again, Harry was speechless.

The conjecture was confirmed, the corners of Snape's lips twitched, and he raised his hand to precisely split Harry's sleeves with his wand.

Harry moved his shoulders uneasily, but didn't duck.Under the light, a wound about [-] centimeters across from the upper arm to the shoulder, although after some treatment, the area around the wound is still swollen, and there are even bloodshots oozing from the wound that has not fully healed...

Snape was silent for a moment.Then, without saying a word, he went downstairs again.

Harry followed hesitantly, and saw Snape buried his head in the Potions Workshop, looking for something in a pile of bottles and jars.

"Professor..." Harry didn't know what to say, but he felt he had to say something out loud.

"What just happened?" Snape asked suddenly.

"Ok?"

"You yelled upstairs," said Snape, finding what he wanted and turning around to hand it to Harry.

Harry took it, and he found that although the other party's face was still a little gloomy, it was not as scary as it was at the beginning - it was obvious that Snape was trying his best to restrain himself.

It's hard to say exactly what Harry was feeling at this moment, his head was in a mess, he uncorked the bottle and poured the potion on his arm: "I had a dream... um, nightmare... hiss!" The sudden pain made Ha Leigh took a breath, and subconsciously tilted his hand holding the potion bottle——

Another dry, gray-yellow hand held Harry's wrist. It took the potion bottle, and poured the potion carefully on the wound again...

Harry stared at his arm in silence.He heard Snape's voice: "I invented that potion you smashed," Snape's voice was odd, a mixture of irritation and complacency, "that potion—simply put, The elixir is a little bit similar, I want to call it 'Mind Things', or something similar..."

Harry froze for a moment: "Sounds good."

Snape said in a tone of obvious disapproval, "Any potion is fine, it just depends on how you want to use it."

Harry scratched his hair, he felt that he was slowly calming down, and the atmosphere now seemed to be back to the past, those days without Voldemort... He couldn't help but let out a low cry: "Professor."

The corners of Snape's tightly pursed lips were loosened. He didn't speak. He put away the potion and turned to go to the kitchen. After a while, he brought out a glass of milk, and then - he put the glass of milk in his hand.

The detail made Harry smile, thinking of an earlier, more peaceful life.It was like this every time, if his professor was upset, he would deliberately take out the milk and put it next to his hand, and then stab a few cryptic words or simply sulk...

"This bottle of potion..." Snape tapped his arm quickly, thinking about how to describe it, "it's a potion that can make people fight, theoretically."

The other party didn't seem to want to pursue his wound problem.Relieved, Harry moved on to the topic - which he was desperate to know: "So what's wrong with me taking this? It does sound like a good medicine - and I remember I just broke its bottle."

"I specially used some techniques when I made it. The moment this potion touches the air, it will turn into a volatile gas. If you concentrate enough, you will find a blue light flashing past." Sneh Pu's cheek seemed to twitch, "I always thought that Mr. Ravens was careful enough to notice this. But now it seems that I made a mistake."

"...well," said Harry embarrassed, "I suppose I should apologize, Professor. But St. Mungo's doctors found nothing wrong, and exposure to potions, such as Felix Felicia, can be treated by a healer. Checked it out."

"..." Snape pressed his lips, "This bottle of potion was the first to be brewed. Without enough experiments, I can't be sure of its effectiveness, only a theoretical effect - and it's not surprising that it can't be tested , This only proves that I have succeeded more than half... Its two important characteristics are that it will turn into a gas when it comes into contact with air, and it cannot be detected by conventional inspection methods..."

Harry thought these two requirements were strange, he frowned and looked at Snape, vaguely having an idea.

Snape went on to say, "...this potion is for Voldemort."

"Let him get what he wants?" Harry blurted out.

Snape ignored it, and he continued on his own: "The real idea of ​​brewing this potion is to let people discover what they really want to do, and let them work hard for these things -- urgently, constantly. effort."

"So..." Harry murmured.

"Obviously, he needs more time than we do." Snape said calmly, "As long as he subconsciously feels the urgency of time, and constantly compresses the time that should have been used to securely consolidate his power..."

"Does it work?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Snape remained silent for a while: "I probably have to ask you, Harry."

Harry immediately recalled the dream, and he was now convinced that it had nothing to do with the potion... Was that his problem?But how could he use Parseltongue to control the poisonous snake and kill Snape?

This is so absurd...it was just a dream.

A ludicrous nightmare...

Harry shook his head slightly, and then he seriously recalled his behavior in the past few days: "I'm not sure. Maybe I haven't been quite right these two days, but..." He felt that this didn't explain anything, especially the potion. As for the effect, you must know that many other things happened to him in the past two days.

Snape seemed to think so too.He was silent for a moment, his eyes moved from Harry to the crystal bottle, and then to the Potions Workshop: "Go up and rest, Harry."

"What about you?" Harry suddenly found himself able to ask the question smoothly - and a few hours ago, he couldn't stay in the same room with Snape to rest.He kind of resented his own repetitions—it was so unreasonably like a curmudgeonly child.

Snape gave Harry a surprised and inquiring look.

Harry didn't know if the other party was researching the problem of potions, but