Professor, please pay the debt

The old headmaster's card

Time slipped away quietly, ushering in a warm and warm May day.During this period of time, Harry has been surprisingly honest. Apart from going to the confinement of Professor McGonagall, he just spent time in the library looking for the Deathly Hallows.

Ron and Hermione were comforted by this change. They thought that Harry would completely forget about Snape after a period of depression, but every time he tried, Harry would tell them clearly, no way!

"Then why ignore him?" Hermione asked angrily, "How pitiful!"

For the convenience of speaking, the three of them huddled together and sat at the long Gryffindor table. Breakfast had already been served, and Ron and Harry ate it with big mouthfuls.

"I'm not in the mood, I can only quarrel now."

Harry tried to fool him, but Hermione was not that easy to deal with. The little witch pointed out sharply, "You're taking revenge! Do everything you can to make him feel bad."

"Congratulations, you got the answer right!" Ron spewed out a large piece of bread crumbs. He wiped it with his sleeve and continued, "It's the first time I know that Harry is so vicious."

"Hey, you guys are my friends, remember, why are you looking at him?" Harry didn't deny it, it was true, he hated Snape and wanted to punish him.

"Dude, you're not doing very well, either break up, or... break up - oh, I don't agree with you two, again, let's break up, don't drag it, it's more painful, like a blunt knife cutting flesh Well, look at Snape, he's skinny like a ghost, oh my god, I don't understand what you're looking for in him."

Harry followed his friend's gaze to the teacher's desk, and Snape was eating breakfast slowly with two dark circles under his eyes.

A month ago, his body and mind were nourished by Harry, and he looked radiant.But now, his face is gray and his cheeks are sunken and his brows are tightly wrinkled together, making it obvious that he is enduring pain.

Great, thought Harry!

"He used to rarely come to the auditorium, but now he comes every day..." Hermione sighed, "I have to guess, to see you."

"I'm determined, I'm sure of you, hurry up and talk to him and dump him!" Ron said carelessly, "Whoever you like, I'll go and catch him, it's better than Snape."

"Exactly the same as him." Harry replied slowly.

Oh--

Ron collapsed in defeat.

At this time, there were a few birdsong and flapping wings on the roof, heralding the arrival of the traditional Hogwarts mail moment, and everyone looked up at the skylight reserved for owls on the side of the high roof.

As usual, the Creevey brothers intercepted all strange mail, and only friends' letters and newspapers were sent to Harry.

He opened a copy of "Daily Prophet" and lazily browsed the headlines. He hadn't expressed any hope for these mediocre reports, but when he saw them, his vision was suddenly nailed to death. The type wrote——Two saviors!

Startled, Harry hurried on... People usually think there is only one savior.

But in fact, there are two boys who fit the prophecy. The boy was born on the same day as Harry Potter, and his parents have also defeated the Dark Lord three times...

There were few reports and no specific names were mentioned.But it was enough to set alarm bells ringing in Harry's mind.

He glanced at Dumbledore's vacant high-backed chair, his eyes were clear-seeing that I was disobedient, and wanted to change to a savior!

Harry asked two friends to read the article.

"Neville was born on the same day as you, oh my god, are you talking about him?" Hermione squealed.

"No way, Neville only has Granny!" said Ron.

"Ron!" Hermione's tone seemed to feel that Ron was hopelessly stupid, "It's impossible for Neville to never have parents, it's just that we haven't seen them."

"We met..." Harry said calmly, "When?"

"Fifth year, at St. Mungo's. Remember? We went to see Mr. Weasley, and Neville and his granny went to visit his parents, comatose."

"It seems that there is such a thing."

But at the time, everyone was worried about Mr. Weasley, so they didn't pay much attention.

Both Hermione and Ron looked at Neville, staring at him, which made Neville baffled - he didn't have the habit of reading newspapers.Harry had to come forward to make a rescue, and he raised his voice and asked:

"Neville, how about the herbs that have recently arrived?"

Harry was referring to the herbs sent from the werewolf tribe. Karkaroff had fully taken over Remus's job, and it was obvious that he was more suitable than Remus.

The werewolf was a lot more compliant under his heavy-handed measures.Now a large package of herbs arrives every fortnight, and Harry entrusts this job entirely to Neville, who grades and evaluates the value before handing it over to Justin Finlieri for sale—his father was an herbalist in the Opened shop in Diagon Alley.

Neville's reaction was always a bit slow. He was stunned for a moment before he said, "Oh...it's good, but the sap grass is not effective enough. They seem to be in a hurry and haven't fully matured yet. You know... "

"Very well, Neville, I'll remind them, and do as you ask."

"Okay, oh, okay."

The thought of a large number of werewolves doing what they asked made Neville feel a lot of face.

He didn't realize at all that he was already working for Harry, and many people were like this, and they were included as direct descendants by Harry in a daze, relying on him and obeying him at the same time.

"It's so strange..." Ron turned his gaze back to the newspaper and flipped through the pages. "This is big news, why is it placed in such an inconspicuous place?"

"Threat!" Harry pointed out sharply. "The mastermind behind the scenes wants to see my reaction. If I compromise, it won't be long before he comes forward to refute the rumors."

"Who are you referring to?" Hermione's pained expression showed that she had already guessed the answer, "Oh, no!"

"Face it, Hermione!" Ron had guessed early on, "Dumbledore was the only person who heard the prophecy with his own ears, and he was handy with this method."

"I still can't believe it!" Hermione murmured, hanging her head.

"What are you going to do?" Ron asked Harry. "Give up the title of savior to Neville?"

"Obviously, Dumbledore wants that, but I won't let him have it."

"Why?" Hermione looked up with a sudden scream, "I have a strange feeling!"

"You're on your period!"

Ron was like a stunned man, Hermione choked on his words, his cheeks blushed uncontrollably, and he clenched his fists angrily.

But before she could throw a punch, Harry added another blow, "Don't talk nonsense, Ron...but, Hermione, you can go to the bathroom first."

Hermione took out a brick-thick textbook and gave each of them a blow on the head, "You guys deserve a beating!"

Everyone in the auditorium saw the embarrassment of the two of them—covering their heads and begging for mercy.

In Harry, my image, my tall and mighty image, Hermione was able to fully express her thoughts, "I think we seem to be involved in politics, mean and dirty! "

"Does this have anything to do with menstruation?"

"Shut up, Ron!"

"This is politics, Hermione! You're so slow, of course it's not your fault, after a few days..."

"Oh! How I regret being friends with you two!"

Hermione let out a howl of pain and ran away with her schoolbag in her arms.

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