Professor, please pay the debt

Professor McGonagall trusted his students, and after confirming that Professor Snape would recover tomorrow, she rushed back to the arena.

The hospital was quiet again, Madam Pomfrey seemed unwilling to share Harry's room, retreating to her own office after treating Snape.

"Stop pretending, they're all gone!" Harry said to those lying on the bed.

Snapejo sat up with a bang, staring straight at his lover, "You can fly!?"

"Otherwise, how can I save you! Be good, lie down quickly, Madam Pomfrey said that you are not suitable for strenuous exercise."

Harry wanted to push him back to the bed, but Snape struggled violently, "Do you understand the meaning of this magic? Oh... I shouldn't ask, your empty brain..."

"They've been stuffed by you..." Harry cupped his lover's face and kissed him, "You scared me, you know, if anything happens, I'll make McLaggen pay for it."

"To hell with McLaggen! This..."

Before Snape had finished speaking, Harry replied, "Okay!"

"No!"

Snape was afraid that Harry would commit another murder, so he hurriedly stopped him, "Don't be fooled, he is not important. What I want to say is to fly, you can fly, just like McGonagall said, only the Dark Lord can fly, But you would, Merlin, what would others say, people always like to think things in a bad direction, they would say..."

"I am the third generation Dark Lord!"

Harry had already expected that anyone with a snake face would be suspected, that's why he was hesitant to announce the Dark Mark.

The words choked Snape, who glared angrily.

This made Harry feel a little aggrieved, "Honey, I can swear to Merlin, this was an accident! Every word I said to McGonagall was true..."

"But you can fly, how dare you fly for me in front of hundreds of people!"

"It's your fault, you fell down, didn't you..."

"Merlin, this is not the time to flirt, Potter, don't you realize? It's serious. You can fly, speak Parseltongue, and control the Dark Mark..."

Snape asked eagerly, he was really worried for Harry, but this kid didn't make sense at all.He was even in the mood to joke with him, only to see Harry pretending to be a model and saying:

"Well, I am the Dark Lord himself, come and kiss the hem of my robes, Severus!"

"roll!"

……

Contrary to what Harry had expected, Dumbledore didn't bother him.

Severus had quarreled with him and ran back to the cellar, Harry didn't catch up, he wasn't as relaxed as he looked.

Merlin, hundreds of people have seen that he can fly, and it won't be long before the entire wizarding world knows about it.

Faced with such a passive situation, Harry has many things to do. First of all, he has to talk to his subordinates, Igor Karkaroff, Nigel Thickness, and Lucius Malfoy, they all have This expressed great shock, and the questioning tone was almost exactly the same as Snape's, "You can speak Parseltongue and control the Dark Mark. Now, you can fly again, so..."

Harry was not so polite to them, he yelled into the two-way mirror angrily, "I am the Dark Lord!"

……

The more he said that, the more no one would believe it!

After giving orders to his subordinates, he switched on Miss Rita Skeeter's two-way mirror.Now, he must preemptively control public opinion—

The most frightening thing is never the truth, but gossip.He ordered Rita to rush to the Hogsmeade train station immediately to conduct an exclusive interview with the Savior.

It's a bit of a risk that either Dumbledore, Snakeface, or Scrimgeour could doubt the Quibbler's stance.

Because its response speed is too fast, it cannot be explained without the support of the parties involved.But Harry didn't care too much, besides, raising soldiers for a thousand days was just to use them for a while.

……

That night, Gryffindor Tower was brightly lit, and everyone was talking about the DA's next meeting, because Harry had announced—

Right after the game was over, he told the DA members that he was going to teach them a great magic trick: flying!The news spread like wildfire, spreading throughout the school at dinner time.

Everyone was looking forward to it, DA members were proud and excited, and others kept asking Hermione when DA would recruit new students.Hermione was so annoyed that she hid back to the dormitory early.

At the same time, the protagonist who was talked about hid in Slytherin's secret room.

Not Snape's wardrobe, of course, but the Basilisk's cave.With him was Ron Weasley.

"Shouldn't you explain it to Dumbledore?"

Those were the first words Ron had said since he'd seen Harry fly.

"He didn't ask."

Harry's tone was exhausted. From the game in the morning to now, he hadn't been able to relax for a minute. After assigning tasks to his subordinates, he devoted all his energy to pleasing all the students.

But the effect is quite good, at least at Hogwarts, everyone's focus is on flying itself, not on who has mastered the same ability before.

Ron didn't speak anymore. He walked to a pile of long white things and kicked them twice. The pile of things made a clattering sound. "What is this, ivory?" Ron asked.

"It's the bones of the basilisk."

The basilisk's flesh was used to grow blood vines, leaving only a pile of bones.

"Oh... that's really, surprisingly big, isn't it?" Ron seemed interested in it.

"About twenty feet. I didn't notice it at the time."

"It's not easy, it must be difficult," said Ron, suddenly serious, looking Harry in the eyes. "I always knew you had a hard time."

In that split second, Harry knew why he had brought Ron here and not Snape.

friendship.friendship between men.The word friend can always arouse a man's blood, which is irreplaceable by a lover, just like now, Harry can show Ron his fatigue and worry without defense, but he doesn't want Snape to see it.

"Yeah, my waist is tired and broken. The impact of this incident is too bad."

"But you didn't do a bad job!" Ron patted his friend on the shoulder to encourage him, "It's more popular, isn't it!"

"Temporarily, Ron, temporarily, it won't be long before others will say: He is the Dark Lord!" Harry was actually quite pessimistic, but he didn't dare to show it.

"Are they all blind?" Ron asked angrily, "The snake-faced lunatic is poking at the side..."

"Hope people remember him..."

Harry was comforted by this reason, but he was still not in high spirits, "I really hope that Snakeface will make some noise quickly, so as to divert everyone's attention. Although it is a bit cruel to say so."

"Hey, cheer up! We've been through the hardest times. Remember the second year - when this guy was rampant, the whole school was hostile to you, and the fifth year, the whole wizarding world called you a madman."

Appropriate venting and comfort from friends made Harry feel much better.Moreover, it was not difficult to see that Ron had never had even the slightest suspicion of him.