savior or bat

In order to prevent her old colleague from repenting immediately, Principal McGonagall announced in the auditorium early in the morning that Harry Potter would be the dual-position course professor, and that Harry Potter would be in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class from the fifth grade to the seventh grade.As a result, the tables of various colleges in the audience began to discuss one after another.

"Quiet." Principal McGonagall sternly knocked on the table, and the surrounding noise fell down. "I hope that all the students will obey Professor Porter's instructions. Your seniors are about to face graduation exams and employment exams, so don't expect Professor Porter to be as merciful as Professor Heber, understand?"

"Yes, Principal McGonagall." There was a burst of response from the students in the audience, even though they had many doubts in their hearts.

"Our dean holds dual positions? This is something that has never happened since Hogwarts was founded." A girl with yellow hair couldn't help but speak out in front of the table.

"This shows that our headmaster is strong enough, Miss Parkinson. You can't give us Slytherins any more points from Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"You!" Parkinson blushed. Potions has always been her sore spot. She couldn't identify the grass at all, because she couldn't see the color at all! "Don't think you're good at Potions, Greenglass! You're just an A!"

"You..." This time it was Greengrass' turn to get angry, and he was blocked by the arm of a blond boy just as he stood up.

"Enough, you two." Scorpius glanced at Parkinson, whose eyes were red behind him. "Do I have to report it to the dean?"

"Scorpius, we are relatives! You actually turned to that Parkinson!"

"Of course, cousin." Scorpius showed a typical Malfoy smirk. "If I can, I'll explain to mother what happened today, and I think Aunt Ellie will be glad to send you a letter."

Now Greengrass sat obediently in his seat, except for his face flushed with anger, he no longer held on to what happened just now.

"Thank you..." Parkinson wiped his face with his sleeve and whispered.

Scorpius just nodded, his father taught him not to do things against Malfoy's interests in school, so he must maintain the friendly relationship between Malfoy and the Parkinson family.

He felt eyes on him, followed them, saw Harry smiling at him, and then he saw the other nod as if to say that he had done a good job.He looked away unnaturally, and continued to eat his breakfast in silence.

"Scorpius is a good boy," said Hagrid from the sidelines.

"Of course, he knows how to win people's hearts better than Draco." Harry nodded in agreement with Hagrid's point of view. "I have to say that he has the advantages of Slytherin. Compared with my godson, it really gives me a headache."

Hagrid held the ham in his hand and said with a smile, "Hugo is the same as you were back then, you can't argue with that."

Harry held his head helplessly, indeed, but from the perspective of an adult, he really couldn't stand the fights between these little brats every day. Thinking about it this way, Snape could bear him for so long What a miracle.

He heard Snape's mocking laughter in his head.

"But Harry, you still have to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Isn't this a bit too busy for you? If you need help, please come to me." Hagrid looked at Hagrid, who was covering his head. Li said with some embarrassment.

"It's all right, Hagrid. You know I'm most looking forward to teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry smiled.It's a pity that he wasn't the one who attended the class, he just had a name. "I think what I learned before the war is enough to teach, don't worry."

Hagrid looked at the confident Harry and smiled back.

"You look so much like your dad."

"Of course, I'm his son."

Harry had to hold two textbooks before class, because the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was far away from the Potions classroom, and he couldn't let the house elf serve him alone.

"Stop!" Harry raised his hand and used his wand to protect everyone's cauldrons, preventing anyone from secretly throwing materials into the cauldron at the last moment of the exam.

"Now, take your notes and leave the classroom." Harry walked to the cauldrons in the first row, filled the students' potions into potion bottles with a magic spell, and labeled them.

The students walked out of the classroom one by one in frustration. They were all regretting the potion they hadn't finished in time. If they were given a few more minutes...

"The prefects of all the colleges stay."

Harry asked the prefects to help him organize the potion bottles and put them in his space bag, and then he sent the students to prepare for the next lesson.

"Professor Snape, it's your turn." Harry put himself on the chair in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and hurried back to the spiritual hall.

"It seems that the savior is really not interested in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Principal McGonagall hired you, not me."

"Oh, I'm assuming you know who said yes."

Harry looked at Snape who was still sitting in the chair reading, and said helplessly, "Please, Professor. Don't be so narrow-minded."

"Sorry? Your poor professor who has no human rights didn't hear what you said."

"...I'm narrow-minded." Harry changed his words sensibly, he found that the man might as well spray the venom directly to make him feel more at ease. "It's going to be late, Professor, I think you are always punctual, as the head of Slytherin."

Snape glared at Harry before he slowly put the book back on the shelf and got up to straighten his wizard robes.

"If there is a next time..." Snape warned with narrowed eyes.

"I swear to Merlin that I won't make any claims to help you promise anything!" Harry quickly pointed to the sky and shouted at Snape.

With a cold snort, Snape walked around someone and pushed open the door, leaving Harry standing there who heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing Professor Porter who looked like a different person from the previous class, the students didn't dare to say anything out of breath.Who would have known that this amiable professor in Potions class could turn extremely ruthless in the next second, even the little snakes in Slytherin could not help but shudder.

"Mr. Flint and Mr. Bardock." Snape pointed his wand-holding hand at the two men who shrank their necks, and they walked onto the stage trembling.

"Stand face to face, listen, and train with the offensive and defensive spells you have learned."

"Professor Potter, we...we haven't started learning new spells yet."

"Assuming your ears are normal, I just said to use what you have learned." Snape repeated what he had just said. "Don't try to make excuses for yourself, OWLs exams will not relax exam questions because of your lame excuses."

"Yes... yes, Professor."

The two stopped talking, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and attack each other.

"Fuchsia!" "There are many obstacles!"

"Legs stiffened and stopped dead!"

Bardock was sweating a little as he looked at the magic spell that was slapped along the tip of his hair. His speed was not as fast as Flynt's.

"Take advantage of your shortcomings, Mr. Bardock." Snape reminded from the professor's chair.

"Quick imprisonment!" "Armor protection!"

Bardock began to defend, and he could only find an opportunity to counterattack the opponent.

"All petrification!" "There are many obstacles!"

Flint was a little out of breath. He used too many attack spells, and his mana was consumed too quickly. Just as he was panting, an "explosive weapon" hit him, and his wand was caught by the opponent. Hold it in your hand.

"Very well, Mr. Bardock has won the test." Snape stood up and motioned for both of them to get down.

"You can't keep using attack spells during a duel, I think it's mentioned on page 570." Snape's words made Flint bow his head in shame. "Assuming that some of you choose to be an Auror after graduation, as far as I know, their opponents are all vicious criminals. What makes you think that the other party will not use the Unforgivable Curse?"

These words made the faces of the students below turn pale. None of them were low-grade students, so of course they knew what Snape meant. They might lose their lives because of a single mistake in a duel.

"Mr. Bardock is well aware of his shortcomings, but only the armor protection spell can't last long. I hope you can understand this."

"But Professor, what are we going to do?" asked a bold Hufflepuff student, raising his hand.

Snape didn't say much, but let the student come up to the stage and point his wand at him.

"Attack me."

"Teach... Professor."

Snape narrowed his eyes, and the aura made the opponent involuntarily put on an attacking stance.

"Passed out!"

The curse hit Snape, but bounced off the student at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the student was knocked to the ground by the force of the spell.

"The spell stops immediately." Snape lifted the spell on the student, and the student stood up clutching his legs.

"It's a silent spell!" a Gryffindor shouted excitedly, and was quickly shrunk back into the crowd frightened by Snape's glaring expression.

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for not observing classroom discipline." Snape spat out disdainfully, and then he looked at the aggrieved Gryffindor students. "Protective armor protection spell, page 702, read it to me."

"Drain the magic power on the wand, and recite the armor protection spell at the moment when the attacker utters the spell. This spell can counter any spell."

Snape tapped his wand and walked down the steps.

"That's what today's class is about, in pairs. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw. I don't want to see you rubbing mud. You don't expect me punishment program."

Snape's words lifted the spirits of the students present, and they looked at the opposite person as if they were enemies.In fact, Snape was very familiar with college struggles, and this assignment was simply to allow both sides to use their real strength to fight.

"It's time to start." Snape sat back on the professor's chair and looked at the students who were practicing seriously.

After class, the lower grade students passing by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom saw the senior students who had just finished class come out of the classroom, all of them covering their bruises and grinning.Suddenly there was a kind of sympathy in their hearts, and they were glad that they were only in the second and third grades.

"The dean is really ruthless." Gore looked at the crowd and couldn't help but tsk-tsk. "What kind of torture did you suffer to become like this?"

"When you said that, didn't you know that your dean was standing behind you?" Fei Nigan laughed at Gore when he passed by, and pointed behind him.

Goyle looked back reflexively and saw Snape walking towards him, and he lowered his head like a child who has done something wrong.

"Uh... Dean."

Snape glanced at him and walked straight past him.Goyle, who had never taken Snape's class, was extremely afraid of this look, and felt the coldness pouring into his body instantly. Could it be that the dean is in a bad mood today?

"Mr Gower."

Gore was shocked when his name was suddenly called.

"Yes."

"Follow."

So Snape walked in front, followed by a Slytherin student with his head down and a troubled expression.This made the passing students look at them curiously until they reached the cellar.

"Oh, Severus, you're here..."

Principal McGonagall heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the figure of 'Harry', but in the next second he saw a Slytherin student behind him, with an unfinished sentence stuck in his throat.

Snape raised an eyebrow, turned and signaled Goyle to leave.

"You escaped a solitary confinement by decision of the headmaster, and you know you won't always be so lucky, Mr Gower."

"Yes professor! No next time!"

"you can go now."

"Okay, Professor."

Snape looked at the fleeing Slytherin students, and looked back at Principal McGonagall expressionlessly.

"Minerva, have you been reckless in exchange for a few short years of peace?"

"I'm sorry." Principal McGonagall apologized sincerely, she was just a little too anxious. "Hermione sent me a letter, she said that people from the council are monitoring the Ministry of Magic, and they have noticed Harry's recent fluctuations in magic power, so she can't contact you, and she needs to postpone the meeting."

Snape frowned, and he followed McGonagall to the headmaster's office.

"Can you tell me what happened between you and Harry?"

"I guess I'm under no obligation."

"I know, but Severus, you can't always live like this."

"I'm dead long ago, Minerva."

Snape's words reminded Principal McGonagall of the reality and cruelty of that battle.

"Yes, I know, I'm sorry." Principal McGonagall was silent for a while, she knew the personality of the old colleague in front of her. "Even if we did bury you with our own hands, but Merlin left your soul to Harry, there must be a way to bring you back to life."

"Even at the expense of Albus' golden boy?"

Principal McGonagall froze for a moment, she didn't understand what the other party meant.

"What did you say?"

"I don't think Albus would know that the risky spell ritual he gave was actually what his golden boy needed to save his professor," Snape said hollowly, waving his wand , revealing the steps of that incantation ceremony.

"Albus gave it? There's no way Albus could have given Harry..."

"Yes, if the old man in the portrait is the real Albus, then it really isn't." Snape smiled sarcastically, looking at the portrait of Dumbledore on the left of Headmaster McGonagall. "But he's just a portrait."

Principal McGonagall looked at the advanced spell above and hesitated.If Harry really lost his life because of the failure of the ceremony, how should she explain it?This peaceful age also needs a "savior".

"It's impossible to have only one method..."

"Minerva." Snape interrupted Principal McGonagall. "If you know me, you know what I'm going to do."

"You...you can't!" Headmaster McGonagall stared at Snape with wide eyes, her hands began to tremble. "You can't just draw conclusions like this, you are still alive."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Snape's tone became a little blunt because of Principal McGonagall's obstruction. "I don't want to live at all! I thought I was going to die then, and it turned out because of that damn Potter! I don't appreciate him doing such a subconscious thing at all!"

"Severus, you are too cruel to us like this, you know that those things are not your fault at all, you should live well in peacetime!"

"No." Snape said emotionlessly, and he looked at Headmaster McGonagall blankly. "My mission is long over."

Snape finished speaking and opened the door of the principal's office, not giving Principal McGonagall any chance to stay.Of course he knows what to do, instead of letting these people meddle in his affairs!

"Snape!" Harry's angry roar could not disturb the man in black robe sitting on the sofa in the slightest. "What the hell are you going to do?!"

"Go crazy and get out, Potter!"

"You bastard deserves to be beaten!" As soon as Harry finished speaking, he threw a punch at Snape, which just hit Snape on the jaw. The latter staggered in pain, and Harry's anger forced him to grab Snape. Hold the man's collar. "Why do you give up! You are a coward!"

Snape shoved Harry away, his anger showing on his face because he couldn't cast spells in the other's mental temple.

"What qualifications do you want me to cater to you?! I never expected you to save me, Potter!"

"Damn it!" Harry couldn't help swearing a few dirty words, he felt his nerves jumping. "You old bastard!"

Snape grabbed the fist when he saw it was a few centimeters away from him, and pinned the owner of the fist against the edge of the sofa, pressing his leg against Harry's chest, forcing him to sit down.

"You are a Potter, as stupid as that old Potter! Stop trying to provoke me." Snape narrowed his eyes threateningly at the person in front of him, and his figure was reflected in the other's green eyes.

"I'm not my dad!" Harry protested violently. "Snape! You've never looked at me properly. I'm Harry Potter, and I have nothing to do with Lily or James!"

"So what? You're just as arrogant as your father! You're nothing but eyes like Lily!"

Harry was so angry that his eyes were on fire, fack Snape!He shouldn't have bothered with this stinky old bat, damned old bat!Damn Snape!

"Get out of here!"

Harry roared angrily as the door opened, Snape felt his eyes go dark, and when he opened them again, he was in the cellar.

"Uh...so Harry gave you the control directly, and you couldn't enter...that spiritual hall for two days?" Hermione felt that this was the longest description Snape had ever given.

'Harry' stared blankly at the two "friends" in front of him, and remained silent.

Ron made a frantic movement, what the hell was his good buddy thinking? !What did he do wrong to face a Snape, or in need of 'Harry' help.

"It's not hard to imagine an impulsive and brainless Gryffindor."

"If it weren't for your attitude, why would Harry argue with you?"

"Ron." Hermione glanced at her husband, signaling him not to provoke Snape.

"Professor Snape, I think Harry is thinking of you too... Oh... don't interrupt me in a hurry." Hermione hurriedly spoke when she saw the frown of the person opposite her. "You must know that you have been living together peacefully for 16 years. Why can't you sit down and have a good talk?"

"Assuming Mrs. Weasley has been a friend of Potter's for 30 years, she should understand that I don't get along with him."

Hermione rubbed her forehead helplessly.

"No, I want to say that you are all worried about each other, why don't you explain clearly."

"I can't worry about a Potter."

"Actually." Hermione smiled friendly. "After I said I was worried about the other person, your Occlumency kicked in. So what is it that requires you to control your emotions?"

Snape squinted at the mature former student, and had to admit that this know-it-all lady's observation skills were always unexpected.

"Snape is worried about Harry? It's impossible!" Ron's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, and it was no surprise that he was glared at by his wife again. "I mean... well... makes sense. Snape, you should think it over before making a decision."

"Hmph, self-righteous Gryffindor." Snape snorted sarcastically. "If you are looking for me for a soul ritual, start right away."

"us……"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Hermione quickly grabbed Ron's arm and squeezed it secretly. "We thought Harry could come out to discuss this matter. We are his friends, and of course we can't make any decisions against his own wishes. So I'm sorry that you took the time to rush over today."

When Snape heard the last sentence, he got up and opened the door to leave. He had already wasted enough time here.

"Min, why didn't you say that we were looking for Harry for the ceremony?" Ron felt a little aggrieved by that sudden pinch.

"Nonsense, don't you know what Harry means? He didn't think of a good countermeasure at all. The soul ceremony must be an attitude reached by both parties to increase the success rate. Professor Snape obviously doesn't want Harry to take this risk The ceremony, he did not agree to it from the very beginning."

"But he agrees to destroy his soul."

Hermione gave a "you're an idiot" look.

"Harry has been with Professor Snape for 16 years, but because of this incident, it is obvious that Harry cares about Professor Snape."

Now Ron was dumbfounded, his mouth opened wide in shock.

"how can that be?!"

"It's very possible, Ron." Hermione was thinking. Although she was not sure where Harry's obsession was, she was sure that the relationship between the two was not as rigid as it was more than ten years ago.

"Maybe we should talk to someone, if necessary."

Don't expect a Goyle to keep any house secrets from a Malfoy, since their parents have always been "friends".

"It's impossible!" Scorpius showed a surprised expression that was not Malfoy. "You need to know the name Severus, but it's my father's godfather's Christian name, and I've seen it in his photo album."

"What I said is true. Principal McGonagall did call Professor Potter Severus, but before she saw me, because she paused when she found me." Goyle thought while rubbing his chin. "Maybe she thought there was no one around to shout, which is more proof of authenticity."

Scorpius didn't listen to Goyle's next words, because he was already sitting at his desk writing a letter home. He hoped that this kind of thing would attract his father's attention, if it was true...

Malfoy's owls always got there quickly, so while Draco was eating breakfast, one flew in through the window.

"Scorpius' letter?" Astoria poked his head out of the kitchen curiously and asked Draco, who just frowned and read the letter.

"Merlin..."

"what happened?"

Draco quickly grabbed his coat and went to the entrance to change his shoes.

"I'll go to my father's place." He didn't even have time to explain, and ran out of the house in a hurry, leaving Astoria standing there puzzled.

"It's amazing that you actually believe that Mr. Potter is Severus, Draco." Lucius mocked with contempt when he saw his son's messy hair from running in a hurry . "What about your etiquette?"

"I'm sorry, Father." Draco knew that he had lost his composure, and quickly took out a silver comb from his pocket to comb his hair. "I think Scorpius' cautiousness is very similar to yours. If he didn't have a little bit of confidence, he wouldn't just write to me. The letter said that Harry's attitude in teaching has become more and more strict recently."

"So you think it's true?"

"I thought I could ask Harry to come to the Manor as a friend."

Lucius tapped the snake's head lightly with the hand holding the cane, as if thinking.

"What do you want me to do?"

Draco shook his head.

"You know, if the godfather is still alive...you just have to don't stop me from doing anything."

Lucius raised his eyebrows and looked at his son. It was rare for the two of them to have a family conversation regardless of their interests.

"Well, if you want to prove you're right, I'll just watch from the sidelines this time."

"Thank you, Father."

Draco's letter had been delivered to the Hogwarts vault that afternoon, and Snape had just discovered it after returning from class.Because of Harry, he had to teach two courses, Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, which made his temper even more irritable recently, and the class became the same as before, with little things always blowing up His crucible, except for the Slytherin students who were in confinement, the scores of other colleges basically turned into negative scores. Of course, many students went to Principal McGonagall to cry, but Principal McGonagall did not dare to say anything.She heard the reason from Hermione, and understood Snape's behavior of venting his anger in the name of deducting points better.

Snape didn't even think about going to the appointment when he saw the letter. Of course he knew he was not Harry Potter, and he couldn't try to change his habits to pretend to be Potter, so he simply pretended not to read the letter.

But Draco didn't think so. Early on Saturday morning, he applied to Principal McGonagall for the opportunity to enter Hogwarts, and went to the cellar door to wait for someone to go out.

"Harry." Draco saw the person inside come out, he hurried forward, he noticed the surprise in the person's eyes that he didn't have time to hide. "I think you received my letter? My father came back from Poland and brought some precious dragon teeth. You are a Potions professor. I don't think you will refuse my invitation?"

Snape certainly didn't expect Draco to block him at the door, he hesitated when he heard Dragon Fang, no potion master would miss any rare ingredients, but now is not the time.

"Draco." Snape tried to relax his tone. "I think I have an appointment this weekend."

"If it's a woman." Draco raised an eyebrow, pointing to Snape's clothes. "Are you going to go on a date dressed as Professor Snape?"

It was only then that Snape realized that 'Harry' hadn't changed into other clothes since he used his clothes without authorization, and because he was used to wearing his own clothes every day, he didn't find anything wrong at all. He couldn't help scolding that lingering Potter again in his heart.

"Of course not." He tried not to show the 'Harry Potter' anomaly. "Just go to Diagon Alley to buy materials for the next class."

"Then I think the moonshine grass and African tree snake venom should be given to Longbottom, and the dragon tooth should be taken to the auction house for a good price."

Draco deliberately said this to provoke 'Harry', if it was his godfather, that person would never allow potion ingredients to fall into the hands of someone who blows up cauldrons every day, it's an insult to the ingredients .

Obviously, his words successfully made Snape frown, he hesitated for a while, and finally the psychology of protecting materials overcame his reason.

"I think I can go," Snape said dryly. "Wait here, I'll change clothes."

Snape, who was a little displeased, didn't realize that the moment he turned around, Draco's smile disappeared from his face, leaving only complicated eyes staring at his back as he closed the door.

"Mr. Potter, welcome." Lucius had already been waiting in his yard, and he still felt a little disdainful when he saw the appearance of 'Harry'. It is still unacceptable that a Malfoy and a Potter can make good friends.

Snape saw this best friend for many years with his own eyes, and the vicissitudes of the years appeared on the other party's face, which was no longer what it used to be.

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy." Snape nodded to Lucius, remembering Harry's habitual address. "Hope I didn't bother you."

"Of course not. The presence of the savior is a blessing to a poor house." Lucius looked at 'Harry' secretly. If this person is taking compound medicine, then there should be a warning spell triggered from the very beginning when he entered the door. It can be seen that this Potter is real.

"Is mother in there?" Draco looked at Lucius, and the moment their eyes met, they had already exchanged their thoughts.

"She's making desserts in the kitchen, you take Mr. Potter in first." Lucius tapped on the snake-headed cane, closed his eyes and continued to sit on the rocking chair in the yard, as if he didn't intend to say anything more.

Snape followed Draco into the back room, just in time to see Narcissa putting a plate of biscuits on the table in gloves, and when she turned to see 'Harry', he smiled and hugged him, who was stiff .

"Harry, I think we haven't seen each other for a long time." Narcissa hung the gloves on the hooks and pulled Snape to sit on the sofa. "How long have I been thinking about it?"

"We only met on Halloween, Aunt Sissy," Snape reminded aloud.It was hard for him not to say this, because from the moment he entered the door, he had noticed that these three people were tempting him.As an old friend for many years, he knew very well the abnormal reactions of the Malfoy family.

"Looks like you remember the lemon biscuits I mentioned last time."

"Of course, I promised you." Narcissa moved the biscuit tray in front of Snape. "I made enough to bring back some when you leave."

"...Thank you." Snape twitched the corner of his mouth without leaving a trace, and only Potter would like this sour-sweet numb thing, which is simply another Albus Dumbledore.

"Can you stay for dinner tonight?" Narcissa's enthusiastic words made Snape feel very uncomfortable, because her attitude was very much like that Molly Weasley.

"No, I have a faculty meeting tonight."

"Okay then." Narcissa brushed the hair that covered her forehead, but looked at Draco. "Draco, you have something for Harry, don't you?"

"Harry, come with me." Draco got up, and he led Snape to the study.There was a strange smell in the room, and even he, the master of potions, couldn't react to it in an instant.

"Sorry, Astoria put some fermented food in the study recently."

Draco dug out a few bottles of potions from a pile of hair-beautifying potions, and then accidentally slipped one of the bottles and dropped it. Before Draco could react, Snape had already used the Levitating Charm.

"Amazing speed, Harry." Draco exclaimed in "surprise", his hand loosening his wand behind his back.Of course, his temptations will not make the expensive potion materials become victims, and he has already made precautionary preparations.

"You never make such a low-level mistake." Snape suppressed his gloomy emotions, pretending not to care, and glanced at Draco's hand hidden behind his back. "Or do you have something on your mind?"

Draco put the vials on the table and handed them to Snape in a space-time bag.

"I think it's better for me to say this. Scorpius said that you are not in a good mood recently. It should be said that you are close to rage." Draco was not surprised to see holes in the other party's pupils.

"I am fine."

"It's not that I want to know about your life, but I have to remind you that Scorpius adores you." Draco asked the house elf to prepare black tea and put it in front of him and Snape. "I think I can read his loss in his letters."

"You should learn the traditional Malfoy way of education, instead of spoiling like a Gryffindor."

"Is it bad to be like Gryffindor?" Draco saw 'Harry' look up at himself. "It is now a peaceful age, and the political status of the Malfoy family has stabilized."

"I'm starting to wonder if you're a Malfoy, Draco." Snape's Occlumency made him look calm. "Did Lucius Malfoy hear your words?"

"I think I'm already the new head of the Malfoy family, with my own judgment and the ability to decide things."

"Hmph, you're too arrogant, Draco." Snape took a sip of black tea, the sugar in it filled his mouth, and he swallowed with difficulty. "I hope that the Malfoy family will not forget their own purpose in peaceful times."

Draco squeezed his hand on his lap, but Snape didn't notice.

"I thought you'd understand that I'm not a child anymore, and I won't do anything against the Malfoy family. Even if Scorpius I intend to develop into a Gryffindor character, it won't change him as a Slytherin."

"Ridiculous! Draco, Slytherin will always be Slytherin, and his personality will not change." Snape put the teacup on the table heavily and made a sound.

"Then why did you become the head of Slytherin?" Draco asked forcefully, looking at 'Harry' in front of him. "Even if Voldemort's soul piece disappeared from your mind, you were still classified as the head of Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. Why did you become a Slytherin as a Gryffindor?"

Snape pursed his lips, of course he knew why, only that stupid Potter thought he was "special".There is only one reason why Harry Potter was classified as head of Slytherin --- the soul named Severus Snape was in his body.

"No comment."

"You've never suppressed yourself like this before." Draco stared at the person in front of him, as if trying to see through him. "You've changed, Harry."

"People change, just like the decision you make for Scorpius." Snape finished drinking the sweet black tea and stood up, and Draco stood up beside him.

"Are you Harry?" Draco asked the last question, still unwilling to give up, like a life-saving straw.

"If it's difficult for you to admit that I'm the real Harry Potter, I'm not." Snape smiled at Draco and walked down the stairs.

"Huh? Harry, are you going back?"