[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Harry felt that since Snape's visit to Grimmauld Place, the holiday time seemed to be equipped with a Muggle rocket booster and slipped away with a whoosh.

Ron and Hermione spent the rest of the summer talking about it, and Harry was even more nervous when Ron looked like he was in danger.

"Dude, you have to be careful when the time comes. Snape will definitely not miss this good opportunity! Take the class alone...in case something happens during the class...it will be dead! I think I'd better write Letter to Charlie to see if there's any way to prevent jinxes—"

It was the first time Ron had seen Harry so terrified of something, and he got flustered, making Harry even more agitated.

Hermione growled unbearably: "Ron! Professor Snape is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he won't hurt Harry!"

Ron blushed and snorted, "I can't trust that old bat."

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Well, even if you don't trust Snape, he can't hurt Harry in class. Except for some extremely special circumstances, professors at Hogwarts cannot Deliberately inflicting acts on students that could endanger their life or spirit, although they can lightly punish students, chains like Filch's are the limit. This is bound by Hogwarts Law, I mean, It is clearly mentioned in "Hogwarts, A School History"..."

"But does Snape care about any constraints?" Ron sneered, "Think about it, I used to be a Death Eater, and then I became a professor, and I happened to meet the son of my mortal enemy... If I was so lucky to meet When it comes to Malfoy's son, I won't let him go."

Ron sniffed fascinatedly, while Harry shrank away from him.

"Oh, if you want to teach Malfoy's son a lesson, first think about whether you can become a professor based on your poor grades. At least Snape won't turn a mouse that should have been turned into a pineapple into an ugly puddle of juice." Heh Min said bluntly, and flipped the pages of the book.

"So, what are 'extremely exceptional circumstances', Hermione?" Harry swallowed, and asked feigned curiosity, to keep them from arguing again.

"There's only one such situation I know of—a curse." Hermione's expression softened. "Remember Quirrell? And that fake Moody?"

Harry nodded, and Ron stepped in unwillingly, "Quirrell is also a professor. He spared no effort to kill Harry at that time. If Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time, he would have succeeded!"

"That's exactly what I'm going to say," Hermione waved the book impatiently. "You haven't forgotten what Quirrell taught, have you?"

"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts," Harry and Ron glanced at each other, "The cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"That's right!" Hermione's eyes widened, and Harry felt for some reason that she looked a lot like Professor Trelawney.

"The most widely circulated version is that the mysterious person failed to apply for this position, so he became angry and cast a curse, so no teacher who taught this course could stay in this position for more than a year, but I happened to be with Ravenclaw once. ghost--"

"How did you meet the ghost of Ravenclaw? She usually hides in the tower—"

"Ron!"

Harry and Hermione glared at Ron together.

Ron rubbed his nose and held out a hand to Hermione. "Okay, you continue."

"Yes, according to Ms. Ravenclaw's recollection, this curse has existed since her mother's time. Her mother is Rowena Ravenclaw! I checked the traceable From all the information, according to my guess, it must be Slytherin himself who cast this curse! You think, Slytherin himself is best at black magic. Agreed, and wanted to use Defense Against the Dark Arts against him, Slytherin was furious and cursed Gryffindor who taught this subject. Afterwards, the curse did not dissipate but continued until now—"

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded. "Hey, Hermione," Harry cleared his throat, "your reasoning ability is comparable to Sherlock Holmes." Hermione smiled, "Thank you, Harry, I will take this as a compliment."

"Holmes? What's that?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Oh, he's a... Auror, the Muggle world is called a detective, he's famous, he's good at solving big crimes, like... well... Moody."

"Moody? Oh Harry, be careful, people don't thank you for calling them Mad-Eye."

"Shut up, Ron," said Hermione sternly, and then she turned to Harry, "so that's why Quirrell can hurt you and Snape can't. Because of the curse, Hogwarts doesn't Doesn't offer protection to a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, so it can't confine a teacher to that 'do not harm the life of a student' rule, rights always come with related duties, obviously isn't it? Which explains why Dumbledore Lido was always having such a headache about the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he had to keep a close eye on each of them, and for that he would rather have an idiot like Lockhart (Ron snorted through his nose) sitting in this seat."

"Come on, Hermione, this is just your guess." Ron appeared from Harry's shoulder again, pouring cold water on Hermione, "A nagging ghost, plus a nagging witch, You two are really... ouch!"

He jumped up holding his feet and closed his mouth.

Because Hermione, who had frizzed her hair, had already stood up, and the wand was twirling back and forth between her nimble fingers. From time to time, the tip of the wand would shoot a few sparks at him threateningly.

Seeing that Ron was afraid to speak anymore, Hermione snorted, turned and walked downstairs, and patted a thick book into Harry's arms before leaving.

"Since you don't want to listen to my speech, you might as well spend some time learning more about the courses you will face after the start of school! I will never, never remind you of violating discipline again for asking questions at the start of school!"

Harry stared blankly at the "Intermediate Potions" in his hand, and turned to Ron who was holding his feet.

"It's you who offended her, right? I didn't say anything."

"Hey, buddy," Ron patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "teenage witches are like this, cranky, moody, angry... ouch!"

Ron was hit all over the head and face by the milk pudding that fell from the sky, and Hermione, who came back, stood murderously at the head of the stairs with a plate.

Harry wisely hid the smile on his face, lowered his head and pretended to seriously flip through the "Intermediate Potions" that caused him pain. After turning two pages, his thoughts began to wander.

So Hermione said so much, just to comfort Harry not to worry about the upcoming "Snape's tutoring", because whether intentionally or unintentionally, Snape can't hurt him.

Harry was grateful to Hermione, but couldn't tell her that he wasn't worried about Snape casting a hex on him or anything, what bothered him was...

Snape really hated him, Harry could tell.

But Snape has been protecting him... Harry's heart seemed to have been twitched by something.

Hermione and Ron had started a new round of bickering, and Harry wasn't in the mood to listen.He put down the book and hugged his knees, turning his head sullenly to one side.Closing his eyes, Snape's appearance appeared again in his mind, his pale complexion, his thin lips that were always tightly pressed, and...the deep black eyes.

Those eyes looked at him, showing a lot of sadness and tenderness, but the eyes suddenly changed, full of hostility and hatred.

At the end of last semester, Dumbledore explained the reason to him, and he probably could understand where Snape's hatred came from. His father, James Potter, had done extremely excessive things to him back then.As Ron said, if he met Malfoy's son, he probably wouldn't be a kind and good professor.

But Snape saved him again.

He hates him, but pays attention to him all the time; he seizes every opportunity to humiliate him, deduct his points, and put him in confinement. When Harry turns his back, he often feels his painful gaze, when he thought Harry was not paying attention. When he was there, he looked over silently, with eyes intertwined with love and regret...Maybe he was just looking at someone in his memory through his eyes...

This made Harry very uneasy.

"He's been trying to kill me," Harry thought to himself. "No one can take it. Just looking at it can suffocate you to death."