HP watched dad grow up and assisted him

Didn't bother you, let's go outside for afternoon tea? ' asked Draco.

"I have a place." Lilian blinked.

……

"So, is this what you're talking about?" Draco looked at the cabin in front of him.Not as big as a room in his house.And it's a ranger's house, who wants to go in?

"Did I tell you I'm a good cook?"

"Look for a house elf for this kind of thing... well, let's go and see." Draco tugged at his scarf, "Well... I will definitely eat it."

"You seem to be questioning my cooking skills." Lilian knocked on the door, "Hagrid, are you there? I'm going to take refuge with you."

"This voice is probably Lillian," Hagrid stood up, raising his voice, "here—"

"Wait? Lilian?" Ron asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"I didn't tell you?" Hagrid said with a smile. "She and I are good friends. Although she is from Slytherin, she is very friendly."

"But..." Ron was about to say something when Hagrid opened the door, "Welcome."

"Well, do you mind if I bring a friend?" Lilian exposed Draco behind her, and continued to ask before Hagrid could speak, "Can I borrow the kitchen?"

Hagrid immediately forgot what he wanted to say just now, "Of course, you made this small kitchen, and I occasionally bake some small biscuits here, but they don't do very well..."

"It's okay, I can teach you..." Lilian saw the three people inside, "Eh... do you have guests?"

"What's the matter, Lilian?" Draco hadn't entered the room for a long time, he couldn't help poking his head, "Potter!"

"Malfoy!"

"Okay, sorry to bother you. Thank you for your hospitality, and goodbye." Draco took Lilian's hand and was about to leave.

When she got out of the room, she saw someone approaching sharply. Lilian smiled apologetically, "Please Hagrid, help me block them." Then she took Draco to hide behind.

The Quidditch members left after questioning Hagrid to no avail.

"They were looking for you?" Harry looked at Lilian who came out from behind the wall, "Because you...helped me?"

"No." Lilian waved her hand, "Probably because of unwillingness or jealousy. Hey, it's just for a while."

"Can I do anything?"

"There's nothing you can do." Draco cleaned the sofa and sat down still frowning. "There's nothing you can do, can you?"

"I admit it." Harry nodded a little disappointed.

"Ahem, don't you think it's a bit crowded?" Hermione wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.

"Oh, yes." Hagrid stood up, his head about to touch the ceiling, "Lillian said before... well, but I forgot where the switch is, you seem to have made something... that can make the room bigger... ..."

"Hagrid." Lilian sighed helplessly, "Go and read in your free time, okay? I'm talking about space formations. I've made it as simple as possible." Lilian walked to the wall near the door and took The wand clicked in seven places, "expand, stabilize, expand."

In an instant, the volume of the room expanded nearly three times.

Looking at the stunned people, Lilian felt a sense of pride in her heart, "What do you want to eat? I think I can make some small desserts."

The author has something to say: Amen, Aqian, a problem is really~

Gray Fang: "How can Lilian develop her cooking skills when she is so pampered?"

Lilian: "Because my potion is very good."

Gray Fang: "..."

Lilian: "That's right, it's exactly what you think."

"Although she is a Slytherin, she is very friendly." The author wants to explain here, it is not malicious to Slytherin, but Slytherin has always been very proud. People like Hagrid can not hold themselves up and be equal. Communication is very rare.

☆, the final truth

On the sofa, on the low stool, on the table, six people.Holding a small china plate and eating a small cake.There is also a cup of black tea next to it.

Not fair - Hagrid had the most cake.After eating what was in their hands, everyone except Lilian thought so.Hagrid, who felt a little fuzzy on his back, tried his best to eat all the cake, "Lilian's cooking is still as delicious as ever."

It turned out that it wasn't the first time Hagrid ate it, and the strongest sights at this time came from Harry and Draco.

Draco glanced at Harry, picked up the teacup and leaned against the back of the chair, "Lilian, your cooking is delicious, can you help me make it again for afternoon tea tomorrow?"

"Of course." Lilian nodded, "Tell me if you want to eat. Two Galleons. Remember."

"Hey, you didn't even take Hagrid's money!" Draco frowned.

I'll tell you that because of Hagrid she's collected quite a few dangerous but precious potions in the Forbidden Forest including the blood of unicorns recently?

"Well... for some reason, I have to pay back some favors." Lilian smiled and brought up this topic, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Prince, do you doubt Professor Quirrell?" Hermione asked straight to the point.But I forgot that this sentence was very secretive to the other two people who didn't know the situation at the time.

"I didn't doubt him." Lilian was also very frank, "I'm sure of him."

"why?"

"Have you been to the corridor on the fourth floor?"

"Yes." Hermione nodded, her serious face was cute on her child's face, "You saw that too."

"Yes, the three-headed dog." Lilian glanced at Hagrid, "It likes music."

"What?" Hermione asked confused.

"Music can make it fall asleep." Lilian closed her eyes and recalled, "There is a door under its claws, I think you have noticed it too. I went down. The first level was set by Professor Sprout Devil's net, it is afraid of light. The second level is set by Professor Flitwick. You need to ride a broom to get the key, or use a spell. The third level is Professor Quirrell's troll. When I went, the troll was not there , because it will come in handy on Halloween. If it is closed under the trapdoor, it will not be very convenient to take it out. The fourth level is the chessboard set by Professor McGonagall. Use yourself as a chess piece to defeat the opponent's king. The fifth level is Professor Snape's potion. Logic and knowledge help you pass through the devil flame at the door. The last level is Professor Dumbledore's level, but I just looked at the door of the room set by Professor Snape, So it's not clear."

"You mean—the troll was released by Professor Quirrell? But why..."

"Wait, shouldn't we be wondering how you - passed?" said Ron weakly, a little incredulously.

Hermione glared at him, motioning him not to interrupt.

"Someone was injured the next day, did you see that?" Lilian also answered Hermione's question first, "As for passing, it's not very difficult."

"You mean Professor Snape?" Hermione rested her hand on her chin. "The mark of being injured by the three-headed dog? He stopped Professor Quirrell or... helped Professor Quirrell?"

"Hey! Watch your words!" Draco complained, "I know what you're talking about now. Gringotts is stolen, no, it's not stolen, it's under that trapdoor now, isn't it? Lily Ann, did you see that?"

"No, I didn't look. I didn't go in, as I said just now." It wasn't for me.

"But besides Professor Quirrell, other professors can also release the troll, right?" Hermione continued to ask.

"Yes. But if someone controls the troll, Professor Quirrell, as the person who brought the troll over, will not fail to find out, and Professor Quirrell is very strange, isn't he?" Lilian lowered her eyelids, "Keep no one close The smell of garlic, the hoods that are worn everywhere. And some things I went to check. I think... he didn't meet the vampires somewhere - he met Voldemort somewhere."

Hagrid, Ron, and Draco gasped, and Draco was very upset when he realized it was just the three of them, "So, you think he's doing things for him?"

"The unicorns lost their lives in the Forbidden Forest. Their blood can prolong life." Lilian continued, "Who needs life? Who needs unicorn blood?"

"In that room is..." Hermione exclaimed.

"That's right." Lilian pursed her lips and said, "Also in the arena just now, believe it or not, I saw Professor Snape recite a countercurse. It's not a jinx."

"If this is true..." said Hermione, "we should tell Professor Dumbledore!"

"Of course, everything is up to you to decide." Lilian said, "It's best not to tell him my name. He saw it when I went to the trapdoor, and he was still suspicious of my purpose. If you don't say it, it's the biggest thing for me. Helped."

"Then you... that's it..." Harry couldn't help but make a sound.

"That's it." Lilian said with a smile, "I once saw a person who shouldered many heavy responsibilities and became the savior in the eyes of others, but I don't think these burdens made his soul any heavier - he died .”

"Is that a guess?" Hermione asked. "Are you sure?"

"No." Lilian patted Draco, "It's just a guess. The decision is in your hands. Alright Draco, it's time for us to go back. There are some things we have to face."

"Okay." Draco stretched his waist, "Don't let me hear the name of our dean, or I will make you look good."

"That's all right." Hermione sighed, "Shall we go to Professor Dumbledore?"

"That's the only way to go." Harry said, "But I think he probably knows most of what happened in this small room today."

"So what if you know, he is Dumbledore." Ron said, "Although what you said just now was a bit deep, but fortunately I understood it in the end. I don't think Professor Dumbledore will be so bold because of Prince. You must be dissatisfied with your actions and speculations. You know how many troubles George and Fred have caused at school."

"Maybe you're right." Harry smiled.

They then successfully found Professor Dumbledore.He smiled the whole time as he listened to their speculations.

"Professor, don't you trust us?" Hermione said a little aggrieved.

"No, my boys," he said. "Your conjectures are sound. But I don't think Professor Quirrell would do such things. He did stutter and lose his mind from the fright, but I don't think he's a bad guy?"

"Professor," said Harry, "my broom is fine, why is it shaking? If it's really a jinx, I hope you can find out who cast the jinx."

"Harry..." Dumbledore thought of Lilian, she must have said something...

"If it's about exercise...if you tell me directly...I'll like you more." Harry didn't know why he said that, but his instinct was...he must be fighting Voldemort, so now, Deng Bullido may have trained him on purpose to let him see the danger.

"Exercise?" Dumbledore stopped smiling. "Did Miss Prince say that?"

"No, this is my own thought." Harry said, "Principal, I may be underage, but I will not shirk my responsibility."

Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes. At that moment, what those eyes revealed made Dumbledore almost think that Harry could really fight alone like an adult and shoulder the burden on his shoulders .But soon he knew that this was just a fake, floating self-confidence with unknown meaning.

"Okay, kids." Dumbledore sighed, "You really think too much, but what you say makes sense, I assure you, we will definitely investigate, okay?"

The three of them were obviously still very disappointed, but knowing that they had no ability to go any further, they had no choice but to give up.

"Just give up like that?"

"If he doesn't let us investigate, we will investigate ourselves. If you put the conclusion in front of him, he will always believe it?!" Ron suggested.

Harry nodded in agreement.In addition, learn to protect yourself.Maybe there will be a duel, maybe, I am just an 11-year-old little wizard.

The author has something to say: Under the bridge in front of the door, swim through the problem duck~

Gray Fang: "Professor Dumbledore, what do you think about the children's problems?"

Dumbledore: "A very clever group of children."

Gray Fang: "What else?"

Dumbledore: "I like them very much."

Although he wanted to continue digging, Gray Fang couldn't help raising his hand: "I am, Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore: "You're a good boy, too."

Gray Fang: "Okay, it's over. Let me pierce myself for a while and be proud."

☆Imagination on Christmas Eve

Christmas is coming sooner than expected.Lilian weighed it up when she filled out the detention list, but decided to stay.Of course she could use this time to go to Knockturn Alley to find some supplies she needed, but she was now on the record of the Ministry of Magic and she couldn't take the risk.There must be some enchantments in Knockturn Alley.

"You really decided to stay?" Draco asked, "At least you can go out and do a little more, although I don't know what you want to do."

"It's still too early, with my ability." Lilian shook her head, "Maybe the library at Hogwarts will be more rewarding."

"Well, well. I might be able to…" Draco murmured.

"Don't think about it, your parents won't agree." Lilian picked up the candy box and stuffed a piece of chocolate into her mouth.

"what?"

"Don't you want to invite me to Malfoy Manor?" Lilian tilted her head.

"...But how do you know?" Draco wondered, "I haven't said anything yet."

"Well... because we have a good understanding?" Lilian stood up, "Okay, I'll take you to the station."

"Let's go." Draco picked up his luggage.Almost everyone needs to go home for Christmas.Lily felt a little funny, her relatives were all at Hogwarts, so she was reunited here at Hogwarts?

"Hi, Prince." Hermione came over to say hello, "I remember you stayed at school?"

"Well, I'll see Draco off." Lilian nodded, "Isn't Weasley going home too?"

"His parents went to see his brother, and there was no one at home," replied Hermione, then lowered her voice, "You told us earlier, we went to the headmaster, and he didn't really believe us. I told Harry and Ron Then check it out."

"Actually, it doesn't have to be that troublesome." Lilian said, "But I feel sorry for those unicorns, and I need to speed up."

"Do you have a better way?" Hermione asked, but was squeezed away by Draco in the next second.

"The train is coming, let's say goodbye here." People came and went at the station, and the roar of the train rang in my ears.

Draco hugged Lilian gently, and pressed his cheek against her cheek, "Goodbye. Also, don't do dangerous things."

【Annie, no matter what it is for, don't do dangerous things.give it to me. 】

"Okay." Lilian hugged him back.They let go of each other, and she watched Draco walk onto the train.

"Okay, we can talk later." Hermione shrugged. "Goodbye, Prince, and have a Merry Christmas." She held out her hand.

Lilian also reached out and shook her hand, "Goodbye."

There are so many things we should have been through.Also never allowed to miss.

Lilian walked back slowly, it was almost night.Today is the last day of labor service.These days, Professor Snape may be taking revenge on the 60 gold Galleons. She made the most labor-intensive potion ingredients.In fact, she didn't expect him to pay him exactly 60 Galleons.

But today is the last day.

"I assume Miss Prince knows the password to the cellar." Snape appeared behind Lillian.

"Yes, I'm going in." Lilian opened the door. "Today is Christmas Eve. Professor."

"..." Snape didn't answer, he went to the bookcase and took out a potion book, "Turn to page 52, ready to make potions."

"Professor, is there any gift you want to get?" Lilian took the potion book and opened the book. This time it turned out to be a first-year-level forgotten potion.

"Do your own thing, Prince." Snape sat back in his chair with an unfinished book next to him, "You didn't go to the restaurant today."

"Yes." Lilian smiled and wrote down the notes in her notebook.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Snape's voice was a little deeper, and if Lilian raised her head, she would find that his brows were furrowed.

"Well, I don't want to eat." Lilian said, "Tomorrow is Christmas. Christmas should be spent with the family, right?"

"You have no family." Declarative sentence.

"I've wanted family since I was little, lots of them, so that Christmas won't be deserted." Lilian fired up, "Black hair, black eyes. According to genetics, my parents are very likely to have one side." Black-haired and black-eyed. Is it possible that my parents were wizards? If so, they must have done well in Potions, Herbalism, Transfiguration..."

"And their flying lessons will be very poor." Snape couldn't help answering, "Prince, is it true that no one has taught you about your potions?"

"there has never been……"

【Mr. Potter, I would like to apply to you to send Miss Lillian Potter to the potion master to study specially. We can't teach her.She is a genius. 】

【God, how did you know that the heat here can change like this?The medicine is more stable! 】

[For Miss Potter, as long as she has the potion book, she can give us endless surprises. 】

"Then you should cherish your talent," Snape said.

Lilian started to make the potion in silence.Yes, unrivaled talent.

"I know." She didn't pick up his words until Lilian started the final stirring, "I really..."

"What?" He put down the unopened book and walked to her side.

"It's nothing." Lilian put the potion in the bottle, "I'm ready for Professor Snape."

"Come drink this up and go to bed." On the table was a bottle of potion.

Lilian took it and sniffed it carefully, "Nutrition? Professor Snape, I don't need..."

"Take it and leave from my cellar, understand?" His tone was already impatient.

"Understood." Lilian gently closed the door, holding the nutrient in her hand.I still put it in my pocket and didn't drink it.

Obviously no one recognizes me anymore, but the warmth I feel from here is much more than before.Thank you, Professor Snape.

Snape looked at the three vials of Oblivion, closed his eyes, and locked his chagrin inside.He shouldn't be like this.But this is his student, and he really has a preference for her, and really doesn't want to waste her talent.She can go farther than herself.

Look at this perfect potion.It's just messing around.It doesn't matter if you reveal the test questions to her, even if you don't reveal it, she will get a very high score.

Christmas is indeed a time for family reunions.But I have no family for a long time, so what are you still looking forward to?She asked me what gift I wanted, I wanted the resurrection of some people, to atone for my sins.But so what?Santa Claus is supposed to lie to children.It's ridiculous that I was cheated when I was a child - by my parents.

The scenes that I have been suppressing and I don't want to think of pass by like a revolving lantern.Snape covered his eyes, but in vain.Because it is too warm, at such a warm moment, I don't want to wake up, if I wake up-it will be too painful.

In the end, what I thought of was still the broken home.

Harry folded his knees and looked out at the moon.Today is Christmas Eve.But the Dursleys never mentioned anything about Santa Claus. In their opinion, anything related to magic should be discarded.Fortunately, through the mouths of schoolmates, I learned about the existence of Santa Claus.

He hung the old socks that Uncle Vernon had given him by the bedside.It was a bit off but was cleaned by itself.That's it.When he was happily spending Christmas Eve, the first thing he did was to look at the socks by the bed, but there was nothing.

Some people say that it is because the child is not good during this year.Some say it's because Santa forgot.Someone pointed at him later and said that it was because he had no parents.It turns out that in our home, Mom and Dad are the incarnations of Santa Claus.When they get up secretly in the middle of the night, they will see their parents stacking gifts under the Christmas tree. They say they will help Santa Claus and deliver gifts to their children.

deceitful.There is no Santa Claus at all.Harry realized this at an early age.Hang an old sock by the bedside and pray before Christmas Eve.Go to sleep happily and wake up to see your presents.The behavior at that time made me stupidly want to cry for my former self.

Lilian receives a lot of gifts every year, and sometimes, the gifts require a special room to put them.But there is one person whose gift is definitely not the same.Harry's gifts are all kinds of strange things every time, and he doesn't know what they are used for.But Lilian knew that he had put a lot of thought into it, and every Christmas, he would seriously plan.None of her 18 Christmases were repeated.

until he dies.Nothing is the same anymore.Uncle Draco sent more and better presents, and so did Aunt Hermione, and so did Uncle Ron, Rose, Hugo, Scorpius, many, many, but none from Harry.

Even the letters they sent were all Lilian Potter.Harry never knew what a stupid thing he had done, and he never knew that he loved him so much, more than anything else.If the previous 18 years were accompanied by Harry, then in the next two years, no matter how noisy her ears were, she was a lonely soul.

It's Christmas Eve, everyone.It doesn't matter whether he is alone or has many relatives, whether he is far away from his country or standing on the land, whether he is a criminal, a policeman, a doctor, a lawyer, a worker, a manager, a wizard, no matter what kind of thoughts he has.On this snowy night, he should sleep soundly.Safely, enter the sweet dreamland.

The author has something to say: The stars in the sky don’t speak, but the dolls on the ground ask their mothers-~

Gray Fang: "What gift do you want for Christmas?"

Harry: "Something Lillian made herself."

Lillian: "Harry's promise."

Ron: "Nimbus 2000."

Hermione: "A Collection of Practical Spells."

Draco: "Blessings from the family and dragon eggs."

Gray Fang: "Received the acceptance letter from Hogwarts."

☆、Christmas gift

On Christmas Eve, when Harry went to bed happily, he only hoped that he could have a big meal and play happily the next day. Maybe he didn't believe in Santa Claus in his heart anymore. It never occurred to me that I would receive a gift.However, when he woke up the next morning, he saw a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.Who is stupider?

"Merry Christmas," Harry said to Ron, as if relieved.

"Merry Christmas." Ron was already getting ready to unpack.Either way, opening presents is a joy in itself.

Harry picked up the topmost packet.It was wrapped in thick brown paper with the words "Hagrid to Harry" flying on it. When Harry opened it, it was a rough flute.Apparently Hagrid did it himself.Harry put it on the bed and looked at the other presents.

The second packet was a fiftypence piece from the Dursleys, and Harry gave it to the interested Ron to play with.

Ron unwrapped his pack, a sweater his mother had knitted herself, and Harry apparently had one too, which looked better than Ron's, and a big box of homemade fudge.

"She knits one for us every year." Ron's sweater was fuchsia, and although he said he didn't like the color, he put it on anyway.Harry has a bright green one with a capital H on it.

The next gift from Hermione was a large box of chocolate horseshoes.Harry sometimes wondered if Hermione had to give away chocolates because her parents were both dentists.What Hermione gave Ron was also candy, a pack of flavored beans.

Harry opened the next package.It's light in weight.Harry took it out, and something silvery-gray like liquid slid down to the floor, gathering in a glistening heap.Ron gasped.

"I've heard of this thing," he said in a low voice. "It's very likely. It's an invisibility cloak. Try it on!"

When Harry put it on his shoulders, Ron immediately yelled, "Sure enough, look down!"

Harry looked down at his feet, they were gone, but he could feel them, just not see them.It really can be invisible.

A note fell on the floor and Harry picked it up.

Your father gave this to me before he died, and it should be returned to you now, so make good use of it.Sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas.Not signed.

Harry was full of doubts, but he still wanted to wait until the last package was opened.He put the invisibility cloak in the cabinet and picked up a small box in the far corner.A card is tied to the box.

"Hey, why did Harry rush out just now?" The twins pushed open the door of the dormitory and asked Ron who was standing there dumbfounded.

"I don't know - maybe..." Ron looked at the identical little box at the foot of his bed, with a card next to it.

Merry Christmas.Ron Weasley. ——LP

Lillian stroked her Christmas present, Draco gave her an owl.It happens to be a male, so let's call him Chris.But this is her only Christmas present.

Harry didn't know why he rushed out, but if he didn't, he might not have the courage to come here.The Slytherin bedroom is near the cellar here.Harry had never been here before, and he found it cold, boring, and less attractive than Gryffindor Tower.But Harry knew that this time, he had to come.If he was not lost on the way to the Slytherin bedroom, there was only one explanation, he had been here countless times in his imagination.

However—"Potter, stop."

What a nasty sound.

"Professor." Harry stopped himself with the box and envelope in his hand.

"I'm assuming this is not the way back to the lion's den?" He saw Harry panting slightly, running all the way.What is so urgent.Perhaps, like his father, holding something and preparing for a "innocuous" prank.

"I just... came here to find someone..." Harry struggled to utter this sentence, it's better not to get entangled with him now, "I remembered that I still have homework, I'm sorry Professor, I'm going back."

"Stop." Snape narrowed his eyes, "What's in your hand?"

"It's just... er... Christmas present, I forgot to put it down." It was really unlucky to meet Snape today and screw everything up.

Snape didn't miss the annoyance and impatience in Harry's eyes, he curled his lips, "Give it to me."

"No! Professor, you can't confiscate my presents!" Harry stepped back protecting them.

"How do you convince me - what you're holding is a gift - and not something harmful?" Snape drew out, approaching Harry slowly.

"You never believed me!" Harry yelled at him. "You hated me from the first moment you saw me! Find me wrong and give me points. You don't hate me, you totally hate me! We never I have seen it, and I have nothing to hinder you. Behavior? Appearance? Am I born to be annoying to you?!"

Snape's eyes became more hollow, and he opened his mouth to whisper menacingly, "Shut your loud voice, Potter, and let me tell you..."

"Or is it because you're working for someone who's against me!" Harry looked at him coldly, "Forvoldemote?"

"Don't mention his name! Potter," Snape said, grabbing him by the collar and pressing him against the wall. "Do you think you are a hero if you can say his name at will? You just don't know him." Powerful, I don't know how terrible he is!"

"And you're scared, aren't you?" Harry had abandoned his awe of the professor, "And you can't even pronounce his name, are you? A title, a symbol?

You say I don't know?But did you know he killed my parents?Did you know he made me homeless?You know my time at the Dursleys?All the housework, Dali's bullying, and the indifference of classmates!

Why!Because I have no parents!

If you say that I don’t know how terrible he is, then let me tell you, in the past ten years, I have been longing for family affection but not getting it, I am longing for hugs but not getting it, and I am longing for gifts but not getting it for ten years inside!

I feel all the fear he brought me all the time! "

"Your - ten years..." Snape let him go.

"Yes, that's right." Harry sat down slowly against the corner of the wall. "I knew about Santa Claus when I was seven years old. My classmates told me about it. I hung a sock by the bed. There were no presents for two days. I knew at that time that I no longer had such a thing as a family. I thought I had forgotten all about it, but why, I still remember it so clearly. I didn’t dare to go out on the street that day because everyone on the street Everyone has that smile, and I don't even know what it means to have that smile, what it's like..."

Snape stood in front of Harry.Looking at the crying boy in front of him.For a second, he felt that the boy overlapped with the crying boy squatting in the corner.Desiring...and not getting.He sat down along the wall, next to Harry.Whatever you do, it's Christmas, isn't it?

"I never want to mention my parents in front of others." A low voice sounded in his ear, Harry raised his head and looked at the man next to him.He looked very tired, "If I told my classmates where I lived, no one would want to be friends with me. The family was not harmonious, since my father found out that I was a wizard. There are always Muggles who hate wizards." .

He is also one of them.Mother tried desperately to salvage the relationship, but... have you ever thought about a wizard being beaten so helplessly by Muggles? "

Harry suddenly realized what Snape was talking about.He flinched a little, he didn't want to hear about such a painful past, and strangely, he found that it didn't make him happy.

"And then they all died." Snape propped his head on his elbows on his knees. "I'm not telling you this to make you think of me. Everyone has a past, Potter. But those are not reasons for your cowardice. But of course you can now, because you are a child. Just, stay out of my presence. It's annoying."

"Is it because...you couldn't even find someone to vent your feelings at will like me?"

Surprisingly perceptive, "Go back to yourself, Potter, I don't think Gryffindor would want a Christmas penalty."

Harry took a few steps back, "Professor, do you have anything for Christmas?"

Snape looked back at those green eyes, there were many emotions in them, but none of the one he hated the most, "Yes."

"That's okay, isn't it?" Harry felt a lot more relaxed and smiled happily.

Snape didn't speak.Just quietly went back to his office.

In addition to the usual golden and shining gifts from Lucius, there was one more.

Just a plain greeting card, no presents to carry, but...

Dear Professor Severus Snape:

Thank you very much for your teachings in the past few weeks, I have benefited a lot.If I make a mistake again, it occurs to me that your labor service there is not at all a punishment.I really appreciate you.And our shared love of potions. ——Love you, LP

Next time, let her use her full name. Such abbreviations happen to be what I hate the most.

Christmas this time was really bad.Chat with a Potter about his family.He must have been under the Imperius Curse.And it's only been one damn morning!Damn it!

The author has something to say: Do, is a baby doe, rui, is the light of asking~

Gray Fang: "Friendship, hate, love."

Harry got Snape, Lillian, Ron. "I'll be friends with Ron, hate Snape, love Lillian."

Ron drew Draco, Harry, Snape. First blood

"Harry...my love for you is simple."

"Then who will you be friends with?"

"I give up!"

Hermione drew Lillian, Ron, and Harry. "I'll love Lillian and be friends with Harry... just hate Ron."

double kill

Draco drew Hermione, Harry, Snape. "Separate hate, friendship, love. Do not accept inquiries."

Gray Fang: "..."

☆, about the magic of love.

Harry returned to the dormitory, and Ron immediately walked over with concern, "Have you gone to find Prince?"

Harry nodded.

"did you find it?"

Harry shook his head.

"Well...she gave me a chess game. How do you think she knows I have a set of wizard chess?"

Harry continued to shake his head.

"Brother who has returned to your soul, what's wrong with you?"

Harry finally looked up at Ron.Ron kept his eyes wide open as his story developed.But Harry continued to look down, then shook his head.

"My God, what happened to you?" Ron scratched his hair. "Shall we go to the restaurant? There must be a Christmas dinner waiting for us!"

"It's only morning." Harry finally said the first words when he returned to the dormitory. "Let's go to the dining room to eat something, and there will be a big meal at noon. Are you going to have a Quidditch in the morning?"

"Thank goodness you finally spoke, otherwise I would have suspected you were under some spell." Ron pulled Harry up, "Let's go, let's go to the restaurant first, and then have a good time with George Fred and the others!"

Harry nodded, locked the box and the letter in the cabinet, and came to the dining room.

There was no one in the restaurant.They ate a little at will, and went to play Quidditch.Wait until noon.The big meal that Ron was looking forward to finally arrived.And Harry also met Lillian and... Snape.After the morning, Harry thought he'd be embarrassed to see him or something, but he didn't feel that way.Whether it's my slow reaction or something, it seems to be always good now.

Because few people stay in school.All students sit at a table and eat.Lillian sat next to Harry, and feeling Snape's gaze, she looked up and smiled at him.That smile doesn't seem to be pure gratitude.

"Prince." Harry said to Li while everyone was playing and the professor was busy talking.