All things are three at Hogwarts

The atmosphere in the Hogwarts Great Hall was made more relaxed and lazier than usual by the joy of the upcoming holidays and holidays.

In the auditorium under the floating candles, the four long college tables were already filled with chattering students. The house elves made the meal on the day before the holiday extra rich.

In front of the Slytherin table.

"My father is very satisfied with the new tricks I learned from Alan." Draco Malfoy said proudly: "He promised to give me a wizard computer in school and wait for the holidays. It’s over we can play games with.”

"Although I'm still not as good as you, I've learned a few things." Blaise Zabini straightened his back proudly, picked up a silver fork with his dark-skinned hands and forked a piece of white-fleshed fish steak. "When I was practicing at the training ground, I was lucky enough to get guidance from Laura's mother, but I haven't mastered the Stoneskin technique yet."

"Let me tell you, if you two idiots could put half of your thoughts on eating into practicing... you wouldn't be unable to learn the shield technique until now... I feel a little right when you follow me and others look at you. Practice." Draco wrinkled his nose and glanced with disgust at Crabbe and Goyle, who were grabbing cakes and stuffing them into their mouths, and then looked at him with envy as he handed a candy quill to Ai. Millie's perfect stooge, Laura Rozier.

Emily was sitting at the top of the long Slytherin table, whispering to Pansy. The plates in front of her were pushed far away. She took a sip of the candy quill that Laura had unwrapped, and then waved. Let Pansy continue talking.

Goyle and Crabbe, no matter how stupid they were, understood Draco's dissatisfaction. Crabbe trembled thickly for the first time, not knowing how to respond.

Goyle took advantage of Draco to look at Emily and thought for a moment. He looked awkwardly at the teacher's desk, then put down the cake in his hand and muffledly picked one he thought Draco would like. Topic: "Draco, I guess Potter must have made Professor Snape angry again. The Headmaster is glaring at him again."

"It's a pity that now the Headmaster can't deduct points for him for no reason." Draco raised his chin and glanced at the teacher's chair, "Potter must have done something stupid again. I noticed today that he took Snape out of the house. He was so angry that he talked into the air."

Also noticing Snape's terrifying look was Neville Longbottom. When he took a bite of the roasted tomato, he felt the look from the Potions Professor on his side. He glanced at it subconsciously and shuddered suddenly. The roasted tomato squeezed out some juice and splashed out. He wiped it with his hand randomly, and it became round and round. He chewed on his cheeks and swallowed the contents in his mouth in three mouthfuls.

Then Neville leaned back and tried to cover his face with Hermione's fluffy hair on his left. Then he carefully poked his head out from the other side and found that the angle of the other person's eyes did not change due to his movement. Variety.

"Harry, what on earth did you do to Professor Snape?...You actually didn't even let you eat." Neville said in a naive voice, and he poked Harry with his fleshy finger, which was very... He warned seriously, "You have to be careful. He didn't look like this after I listened to Professor Lupin and put the Boggart that turned into him into my grandma's clothes last time..."

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she picked up the milk glass and took a sip of it for herself. She wiped the corners of her mouth silently. She already knew what was going on, and although she didn't quite agree with Allen's approach of making fun of other people for fun - she realized that Professor Snape was staring at Harry so hotly, probably because he wanted to invite Harry. Lee went to his house as a guest, but couldn't say anything... and the situation when Harry and Harry stared at each other at Snape's house... This made Hermione try hard to hold herself together so as not to laugh out loud, and it also made her understand to a certain extent. Allen's thoughts.

"Look at that look, he must be hesitant to catch you to test the poison, Harry." Ron looked behind the teacher's chair and said to Harry with some horror, "No matter how you offended him, I think it's best for you Put some cow dung stones in your bag..."

"Harry, no wonder I haven't deducted many points from you in the past few days... maybe it's like you're accumulating energy in the game." Flagg's head popped up from the side of Neville's fat body.

"President Grindelwald of the university is here. I have to go to the principal's office..." Hermione deliberately took out her pocket watch to look at it and said in surprise. Then she stood up and hesitantly comforted Harry: "Don't Worry about Harry, professors can't punish students casually now... You have to focus on Professor Allen's magic before. You haven't successfully cast it once yet... Otherwise, if Snape can't punish you, neither will Penelope. "

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Harry adjusted his glasses and watched Hermione leave. He felt that he knew why Snape hated him so much. He had asked him to dress up like a rapper a few days ago. He knew it from the other person's reaction at the time. A desire for revenge arose.

Thinking of Neville's experience after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry felt guilty and a little worried, but it was difficult to say this in public because Alan had not announced his new experiment and he could not tell other people about it. people.

"Harry, we have a day off this afternoon anyway. There is no Potions class today...we will avoid him later." Ron spread butter on his bread in a large area, "You can come directly to us later without waiting for Sirius." , Mum said she told me Dad would bring Sirius over at the Ministry of Magic."

"Uh...I'm really sorry, Ron...Ginny, Sirius and I won't be celebrating the holidays this year." Harry said with some embarrassment. Seeing his girlfriend Ginny's disappointed and confused look, Harry held his girlfriend's hand. , explained in a low voice, "Ginny, please thank Mrs. Weasley and me first...but we can come out at any time during the holidays."

"Why Harry?! There's no takeout for Christmas. Didn't you say that you both don't like what Mr. Hands made?" Ron stopped chewing the food. He tilted his head in astonishment, "You two are the only one here? Wouldn't it be too deserted to celebrate the festival in a big house? What a pity, Lavender will also come to stay this year..."

"Then it's a good thing your house won't be too cold..." Harry didn't understand what Lavender's visit to the New Burrow had to do with him. He could only explain dryly, "Because I have relatives coming to visit this Christmas..."

Ginny habitually rolled her eyes at Ron and then asked: "Relatives? Harry, are they from Black's side...? Tonks? No, Lupin and the others will also come to the Burrow..."

"My aunt's family will spend Christmas at Sirius this year." Harry's ears turned red, but he couldn't explain the reason, and he hadn't thought about how to explain this situation before.

Ron, who knew about Harry's feud with his uncle's family, dropped the bread in his hand, and the butter side just turned around and stuck to the table.

Ginny was also stunned and said: "How come they hate you so much, why would they want to come and spend the holidays with you?"

"Yes, Ginny, something is wrong!" Ron's expression was still a bit dumbfounded, "You told me a few days ago that you were glad you didn't have to see them in this life."

But while the Gryffindor side was in commotion, something even more surprising happened.

Hermione had already walked out of the door of the Great Hall. Snape shook off his black bat-like cloak, stood up from the staff chair, and strode towards the long Gryffindor table with his sleeves billowing. In the Great Hall, People who noticed this scene stopped talking, and the noise became much quieter. However, Snape, who was immersed in his own thoughts, ignored these. He walked directly in front of Harry, lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at Harry.

The Gryffindors who had been tortured by Snape for a long time seemed to have lost their courage at this time, and they all kept their eyes on their plates as much as possible - except Ron, who was focusing on the piece of food on the table. On slices of bread that haven't been processed yet.

Harry's green eyes were forced to meet Snape's gloomy and cold gaze: "Professor?"

"Potter..." Snape's dark and hollow eyes swept over the young wizards who were poking their heads around him, "I have something to ask you... go aside and talk."

At this moment, Ginny stood up and stood in front of Harry, looking directly at Snape with her chin raised: "Professor Snape...according to this year's new school rules, we have not violated school rules. You cannot punish students at will."

Someone took the lead, which brought courage back to the surrounding little lions. Even Neville also followed suit.

Snape did not get angry as Gryffindor thought. He just frowned and looked at the expressions of the pair of young wizards in front of him who shared the same hatred.

Snape touched the ring on his hand and was silent for a while.

"Potter...this Christmas." Snape was rarely so sinister, but it made him feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and returned to his unique sarcastic tone and said coldly, "If you don't want to Stay in the same room with your Muggle relatives, and come to my new home in the floating city during the holidays... Remember to bring your Potions homework, which will not be sluggish due to the holiday relaxation, so that you can check your limited big ..."

Snape suddenly stopped sarcastic and smiled awkwardly at the air, almost tenderly. This expression, which had never appeared on the Potions Professor, made all the Gryffindors even more frightened.

"I'm sorry, Professor, are you going to be put in solitary confinement?" Ginny dropped her chin, suddenly looking eerily like Fred and George.

Harry looked closely at the hooked nose and long black greasy hair illuminated by the light from above. He suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust: "Professor, if you want to do that because of that... I will Accept the punishment after the holidays, but you can’t punish me during the holidays, it’s in the school rules.”

"It's not confinement. If you don't worry, Miss Weasley, you can bring your Potions paper..." Snape paused, and his gloomy and weird voice sounded again, "You should understand this as an invitation. ."

Snape's appearance made Neville feel chills all over his body. He began to hold on to Flagg's arm in fear. Seamus also came over and started speaking in a voice with a strong dialect that everyone around him could clearly hear. He muttered to himself, conjecturing that Snape was under the Imperius Curse.

Ron's originally stunned expression now opened his eyes and mouth even wider. He unconsciously raised his hand and grabbed his red hair. There were too many outrageous things today - Harry invited that annoying moron. Uncle Melon's family came to the wizarding world to celebrate the holidays, but Snape invited Harry to his house...for the holidays?

This is even more wrong!