[Harry Potter] My Half-Blood Prince

In the dull Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Wurumchi worked hard to irrigate them for them. The world is already peaceful. Everyone lives under the protection of the Ministry of Magic. All darkness is an ancient thing that exists.

Harry was drowsy after hearing this, and after finally staying up until school was over, Harry sneaked into Snape's office immediately.

"Boom boom boom..."

Harry knocked politely on the door.

"Come in," said a low voice.

Harry nervously opened the door and went in. He remembered that a long time ago, he also came to Snape's office every time to help Snape adjust the potion.

It was one of those rare moments of peace that Harry and Snape had together, and Harry recalled that time many times.

At this moment, Snape was leaning over the desk and writing something.

Snape's office, Harry only came in a few times, one of which was even when Snape threatened to fire them.

Everything seems to have passed for a long time.

The office was filled with all kinds of books and bottles and jars of potions, Snape raised his head coldly and glanced at him.

Suddenly meeting Snape's eyes, Harry's heart couldn't help shaking, as if he had been hit by something.

His pupils were dilated, his breathing became abnormal, and when he realized that there were only him and Snape in this small space, an unexplained hotness flooded his body.

Snape put down the work in his hands, and he walked towards Harry step by step, the sound of each step knocked on Harry's heart.

Harry was bewildered.

The special training after school was not as easy as Harry thought, and even made Harry feel powerless and annoyed.

He knew that Snape was teaching with great care, and he was also studying with great care, but he couldn't get it right, and Snape could easily invade his mind every time.

"Potter, are you at this level?" Snape sneered, looking at Harry contemptuously.

He knew that Potter's IQ was just like his arrogant father, who had no other skills except bragging.

Harry fidgeted.

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape," said Harry.

He was also very anxious in his heart, he was anxious to prove himself, to make himself outstanding, but now it seems that some things backfired.

"It's useless to be sorry, Potter, our great savior. It seems that you have nothing but fame."

Snape's usual venomous tongue, every word fell gently on Harry's heart.

Snape always liked to use different words to ridicule him, Harry didn't care, Harry was just angry with himself.

"sorry."

Harry apologized again, it was his fault for wasting the professor's precious time.

"I'm sorry it's no use," Snape said.

He couldn't even learn such a simple magic, so what else could he expect Potter to do.

To a large extent, Harry's thoughts are united with the mysterious man. Such a situation is a very dangerous person, and the mysterious man can use this channel to control Harry at any time.

And Harry didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter. Snape knew that Harry had been stupid all along, but he didn't expect Harry to be so stupid.Snape had a feeling that iron could not be made into steel.

After class, Harry went back to the dormitory annoyed.

Ron immediately surrounded him. In his opinion, Harry was going to learn from the most terrifying Professor Snape. It was terrifying. Seeing Harry's gloomy expression seemed to confirm Ron's conjecture.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron asked with concern.

"It's okay," murmured Harry, who was just mad at himself.

Snape's image came to mind again, and Harry lay down heavily on the bed.

"How did Professor Snape torture you?" Ron asked curiously.

Why did Harry look so devastated as soon as he came back?Something must have happened to Snape, poor Harry.

"No, it's my fault," Harry said discouragedly.

That night, Harry had a nightmare again, and woke up from the dream. His whole body was soaked in sweat, panting heavily, looking at the dark surroundings, the whole world was silent only to hear his panting.

At this moment, Harry felt extremely lonely. He had good friends by his side, but his good friends didn't understand him at all.

Harry thought of Snape hopelessly again, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he always thought of this sinister man, always caring about Snape's every move.

Harry touched the scar on his forehead with his hand, and then his eyes. Everyone said that he had a pair of eyes that looked like his mother's, a pair of green eyes.

Harry knew that Snape loved his mother deeply, so he understood why Snape would look at him several times, in a way he couldn't understand.

It was only fleeting, but Harry noticed that, several times, Snape would stare blankly at him.

Harry knew, knew that Snape saw his mother in his eyes.

Snape loved his mother dearly, Harry had known this for a long time.

When facing Snape, Harry's mood was very conflicted. He felt sorry for Snape, this man who was so devoted to him, but he didn't like the way Snape always looked at him.

Harry cared about that, cared a lot.

Harry looked forward to the special training after school every day, but was also afraid that the special training had been stagnant because of his own stupidity.

"Professor." Harry looked at Snape, who was still a little embarrassed.

Clearly Snape had grown impatient, and Snape had always been impatient with Harry.

If it wasn't for Dumbledore's order, he wouldn't have wasted any time on such meaningless things.

The longer the matter dragged on, the worse it would be for Harry, and the mysterious man could use this to control Harry at any time.

Snape was a little anxious, even hysterical. Could there be no way for Harry to do such a trivial matter?

Is it because I have lived a comfortable life for so long that my body has become numb?

It never occurred to Snape that a man could be so stupid.

"Potter, can you prove to me that you're not an idiot?"

Snape pressed his hands tightly to Harry's face, his eyes fixed on Harry deeply.

Boys always grow up fast, and they already look different after a few days of seeing each other.

The older Harry got, the more he resembled his always lawless, bullying James, which was annoying.

The 15-year-old Harry already had the outline of an adult, and Harry was always growing up rapidly, at a speed that Snape couldn't detect.