Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

At Snape's house.

After theoretical study, Harry began to put it into practice.

He stood in front of the cauldron, observing the color changes of the potion with rapt attention, while Snape stood by, coldly observing his every move.

To be honest, Harry felt a little shaky just standing next to Snape.

This was completely different from learning with Sebastian!

Professor Snape's face was so cold.

Were his operating steps correct?

He dared not say anything, dared not ask anything!

Both of them were silent, and a suffocating silence filled the air.

Around noon, Snape turned and left the room.

Watching Snape's departing figure, Harry's heart sank, and he recalled every step in his mind like a movie.

Was the order of adding the materials wrong?

Or was the weighing inaccurate?

He carefully recalled every detail, his hands unconsciously beginning to tremble slightly.

Could it be that his operation was full of flaws, and Professor Snape couldn't bear to watch it anymore?

Don't go, Professor.

I think my potion can still be salvaged!

Just as Harry was uneasy, Snape returned, holding a plate in his hand.

On the plate were a few sandwiches, so simple they could almost be called crude.

Snape placed the plate in front of Harry and said coldly.

"Your potion is brewed well. If this were at school, I would definitely give you 10 points."

"Eat, you need to replenish your energy. After eating, we will continue studying."

If Harry was very nervous when facing Snape alone at the beginning, then after spending half a day together, he found that Professor Snape was actually a warm-hearted person with a cold exterior.

He was overjoyed, and only after relaxing did he realize that he was really hungry.

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry picked up a sandwich and took a big bite, his face quickly turning purple.

So dry!

Is this what Professor Snape eats every day?!

No wonder he doesn't like to smile.

Who could smile eating these things every day...?

Harry silently turned around and laboriously swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.

At this moment, outside of Harry's sight, Snape's face was as cold as ever, but there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible warmth in that coldness.

Unknowingly, the time had already come to evening.

Harry stood in front of the workbench, looking at the potion he had brewed today, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He really wanted to praise Professor Snape, but after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't bring himself to speak, and could only silently praise him in his heart.

This is a potions master!

This is Professor Snape's level.

Just a slight modification of the steps in the book made the complex brewing process much simpler.

However... studying really takes a lot of energy.

Harry rubbed his rumbling stomach, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.

When will Sebastian come to pick him up?

He really didn't want to have dinner at Professor Snape's house.

After all, his bread was too dry and too hard...

......

In the following days, Harry no longer had Sebastian pick him up, because Snape had connected the fireplace in his house to the Floo Network.

In this way, Harry went to Snape's place every day to study potions, and when he came back in the evening, he and Sebastian practiced spells in the dueling arena until they were exhausted.

His potion skills were steadily improving, and his spell skills were also growing rapidly.

The days passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was July 31st.

"Harry, get up! Quickly wash up, have breakfast, and we're going to the amusement park today!"

Today was Harry's birthday, and for this day, Mia had taken a day off early.

Ever since Harry told her that he had never been to an amusement park, Mia had vowed to take Harry to the amusement park for a good time.

After breakfast, Mia and Sebastian, traveling as Muggles, took Harry to an amusement park in London.

This was Harry's first time in such a place, and everything in front of him dazzled him.

The giant Ferris wheel slowly turned, the merry-go-round rose and fell with the music, the roller coaster sped through the air, and the laughter and screams of children rose and fell.

So, every year on Dudley's birthday, they came here to play.

Harry was excited, he took Mia's hand and came to the roller coaster line.

He had wanted to play this for a long time.

Every year after Dudley came back from the amusement park, he would show off his bravery, even managing to sit on the roller coaster without changing his expression.

Harry wanted to prove today that he was braver than Dudley.

After the seat belt was fastened, the roller coaster slowly moved forward, gradually rising with the mechanical clicking sound.

Harry's eyes widened, his hands tightly gripping the handrail, feeling the rotation of each gear.

Finally, the car reached the highest point, and suddenly a wide expanse opened up in front of him, with the entire amusement park in view.

"Are you ready, Harry?" Sebastian asked with a smile.

Just as Harry was about to answer, the roller coaster suddenly plunged downward.

His heart jumped to his throat, his body seemed to be thrown into the air, and the pull of gravity made him feel an unprecedented stimulation.

He couldn't help but scream, the wind howled, and his ears were filled with screams and cheers. He felt extremely happy and free.

......

Before night fell, Sebastian and his party returned to the Swan Manor again.

Jeff had already arranged the banquet properly. Colorful balloons hung from the ceiling, and the long dining table was filled with delicious food.

In the center of the table was a huge birthday cake, decorated with colorful candies and sparkling candles.

Just as Harry was immersed in this beautiful arrangement, the door was pushed open again.

The first to walk in was a gentle middle-aged man, with a smile on his face and a loving look in his eyes. Although he was dressed luxuriously, the vicissitudes of time were faintly visible between his eyebrows.

Following closely behind was a tall and burly giant, whose figure almost occupied the entire space of the door frame.

His beard was very thick, and he shouted at Harry as soon as he entered the door.

"Harry, long time no see. The last time I saw you, you were just a little fuzzball, not much bigger than a kitten."

......

Harry looked at the cake carefully prepared for him, the candles burning on it reflecting the smiling faces of the people around him, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Sebastian and Mia's careful arrangements, and Lupin and Hagrid's arrival, all made him feel cared for and loved.

Those past loneliness and solitude seemed to be dispelled without a trace at this moment.

He picked up a piece of cake, took a gentle bite, and the sweet taste melted in his mouth, as if the previous bitterness had been diluted at this moment.

So sweet!

Sweeter than all the birthday cakes he had ever eaten.

Harry knew that he finally had a real home. This birthday was not only his eleventh birthday, but also a brand new beginning in his life.

Everyone made a lot of noise until late at night before stopping.

Harry sat on the bed, looking at the night sky outside the window, his heart filled with thoughts.

He took out a photo in a frame, which was a gift from Mia.

Harry looked at Mia's smiling face in the photo and said softly.

"Aunt Mia, you said you were very sorry that you didn't become my godmother. But in my heart, you are already my godmother."

Then, his gaze shifted to the figure next to Mia, which was his mother.

He stared at the photo for a long time, until he was tired, then he hugged the photo in his arms and lay on the bed.

Before closing his eyes, he happily said.

"Love you, Mom."

"I'm really happy now..."

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