Professor, please pay the debt

Ron woke up the next day, and Harry thought he was fine, but Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping him in the hospital for two weeks, taking a spoonful of rue that smelled like laundry detergent every day.

Harry always felt that this was the school doctor's revenge on him, but he was not sure about the healing spells, and he was afraid of delaying Ron's condition, so he didn't dare to strongly object.

So, Ron is very sad, these two weeks are bound to make him miss a lot of interesting things, including Igor Karkaroff coming to pick up Hannah's mother from school, and Gryffindor's meeting with Hufflepuff. Quidditch match.

The news of Ron's poisoning spread quickly in the school, and the students didn't react strongly to it.

Because the accident took place in the Potions professor's office, everyone seemed to think that Ron had taken the wrong medicine.

Moreover, he was treated quickly.Everyone who visited Ron in the hospital agreed that Ron looked good.

The only person who was seriously annoyed by this was Gryffindor's Quidditch captain, Katie Bell.She had to bring in the obnoxious McCork McLaggen to replace Ron as goalkeeper.

Compared with the calm reaction of the students, the professors were much more nervous.Dumbledore, a busy man, called a staff meeting for this purpose - Hagrid was also present, so the content of the meeting was quickly known to the trio.

In fact, Dumbledore didn't come up with any new and interesting ideas, he just ordered all the deans to investigate the students of their own colleges.

This makes the boring boarders a little disappointed, because everyone knows that only Slytherin students will be investigated, and the others are just for show.

……

"I thought you were busy, Professor Snape!" Harry said grimly.

"Obviously, that's the case..." Snape's tone was not much better, "But the Vice-Principal and the Chief Cabinet just think that I still have more strength."

It was a Saturday morning, and the sky had just become brighter. In order not to disturb too many students, Professor McGonagall set the time for Mrs. Abbott to leave until now.Harry and Snape were standing at the castle gates waiting for the ladies to join them.

Harry looked behind vigilantly, and found that there was not even a ghost in the empty corridor, so he boldly asked, "Is there any progress in your investigation?"

"No need to tell you!"

"You didn't do it, did you?" Harry asked bluntly.

"You think so?" Snape was taken aback. "You think I'm a poisoner?"

"Every potions master is proficient."

"I don't deny that..." Snape asked in an unbelievable tone, "but... Weasley? Why would I poison him? A student!"

"Of course not students, Ron and Hermione can't be your targets..."

Harry calmly analyzed Snape's motive for committing the crime, "I guess it was Slughorn, Dumbledore or Snakeface who wanted his life, and you were just following orders... As a result, Ron was confused I took the wrong cup..."

Harry didn't believe anything, poisoned mead sent by an unknown student - no one would poison in such a crude way, unless they were a novice or a fool.

"Then you've found me guilty!"

Snape was a little agitated, he took a few steps back and forth, stood in front of Harry, stared at a pair of black eyes, and asked angrily, "Then why didn't you hand me over to the Aurors, I heard you and them It's very convenient, isn't it?"

"Don't play tantrums with me, Sifkins! Tell me the truth so I can help you!"

"I don't need it!" Snape resolutely refused.

"Don't you understand your situation?"

Harry's tone was impatience, sounding like a well-meaning elder, "Once something bad happens, people will habitually think that it was done by Slytherin students, because Slytherins are all dark wizards, and they are eaters. The reservists of the Dead Apostles, they should be suspected and investigated—this kind of prejudice is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people... Then you, as the dean of such a group of problematic students, do you think your reputation is clean?"

"I do not care!"

Snape raised his arms excitedly, looking up at the sky, as if the great god Merlin was looking down on him from the clouds, "Merlin knows my innocence! I have a clear conscience! People are always stupid - including you! You can't see me Well, this is your loss!"

"It's really not you!" Harry asked eagerly, "Believe it or not! I've been disappointed in you fools for a long time. Your evaluation of me is worthless. Let the damn reputation go to hell!"

"It's not good!"

Despite the vehemence of his words, Harry was relieved by the anger Snape expressed.

For the past few days, he has been worried that Snape is the real murderer. This will tell him how he will face Ron and the Weasleys in the future. Mrs. Sly's Christmas sweater.

"Listen to me..."

Harry grabbed Snape's shoulders with both hands, "It's not peaceful in school recently, be good, don't let me worry, no matter what orders Snakeface gives you, don't take it to heart, tell me, I'll take care of it, as for Dumbledore Lido, he asked you to investigate, so you just pretend to deal with it..."

"What do you want me to do?"

"avoid arousing suspicion!"

—You are the prime suspect, idiot!

"So you're not the only one who thinks I'm a poisoner, don't you, Potter!"

Snape is a dancer of blades, sharp guy!

"You don't have to deny it, your expression says it all, what are you doing, find the real culprit, clear my name... I have to thank you, but it's unnecessary! Dumbledore knows I'm innocent, he won't Let me do something."

It's Dumbledore again!Harry thought resentfully, you trust him so much?Maybe it was arranged by him!

But Harry still remembered their fight over Dumbledore last time, so he wisely refrained from mentioning how insidious the old madman was.

"He's dying, isn't he?" said Harry.

"Merlin! You..."

Snape stared at his little lover in surprise, seeing that those green eyes were full of shrewdness and calculation.

Only Snape knew about Dumbledore's condition. The other teachers might be guessing wildly, but no one knew how serious it was.

But this little green-eyed troll, this silly Potter actually hit the nail on the head... well, maybe he's not as stupid as he thought!

"I knew..." Harry said sharply, "His right hand, it was caused by a curse, how long does he have to live, half a year? Or ten months? What are you going to do with him after he dies? Sacrificial burial?" ?”

Snape waved Harry's hand away in annoyance. He deliberately looked in the direction of the lawn, and after a while he replied slowly, "I hope he can persist until the end of the war."

"and then?"

"Uh..." Snape was silent.

"Haven't you thought about it? Don't you think you will die in the war!"

Snape thought so!But in every war, people will inevitably die, who else is more suitable than him, he is alone, and on the day of the resurrection of the Dark Lord, he accepted Dumbledore's request with the determination to die—— Go to the Dark Lord's side as a double agent.But now...

"Haven't you ever thought of other possibilities?" Even though Harry was used to seeing life and death, Snape's thoughts still made him very angry, "The possibility of surviving, living with me, and living for a long time."

Snape couldn't remember clearly. This was the first time Harry talked about the future to him. In the young man's vision, the future was beautiful and long enough. He wasn't sure whether such a future should have his own Location.

……

They couldn't say more, because Professor McGonagall arrived with Hannah and her daughter.

The arrival of the ladies surprised Snape, not because of Mrs Abbott's beauty, but because they each carried a broomstick.

"Need a broom?"

Snape frowned, and asked in a displeased tone, "Professor McGonagall, why didn't anyone inform me?"

"do not have it?"

McGonagall deliberately widened her eyes and stretched the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, "I guess there is some misunderstanding... Potter, didn't you tell Professor Snape that we are going to travel with a broom today... You know, This distance is not so close——

From here to the Hogwarts train station, I'm afraid it will take an hour to walk, and I'm afraid Mrs. Abbott's body won't be able to bear it. "

Harry gave McGonagall a look - a very innocent look.

He dared to swear to Merlin that Professor McGonagall had never given him such a task.However, under the stern stare of the old witch, Harry had no choice but to take the responsibility on himself, "I forgot, professor, I'm sorry!"

"Obviously!"

Harry's cooperation made McGonagall very happy, and she smiled approvingly at him. When she turned to Snape again, she raised her chin haughtily, with a kind of refreshment and complacency after revenge on her face, "Mr. Potter suffered from amnesia at a young age. So... I have to wrong you."

Before Snape could make a counterattack, she commanded the two Aibo to ride on the broom and flew into the air neatly...