Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Snape's house.

After learning the theory, Harry started to practice.

He stood in front of the cauldron, concentrating on watching the color change of the potion, while Snape stood by, coldly observing his every move.

To be honest, Harry was shaking a little just standing next to Snape.

This is completely different from studying with Sebastian!

Professor Snape's face was very cold.

Are your operating steps correct?

We dare not say anything, we dare not ask anything!

Neither of them said a word, and a suffocating silence filled the air.

Near noon, Snape turned and left the room.

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

Is it that the order in which the materials are added is wrong?

Or is the weighing inaccurate?

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

Could it be that his operations were full of flaws and Professor Snape just couldn't stand it anymore?

Don't go, professor.

I think my potion can still be salvaged!

Just when Harry was feeling uneasy, Snape came back with a plate in his hand.

There were a few sandwiches on the plate, simple to the point of being crude.

Snape said coldly as he placed the plate in front of Harry.

"You brewed a good potion. 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 he first faced Snape alone, then after half a day of getting along with him, he found that Professor Snape was actually a person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

He was so happy that after he relaxed, he realized that he was really hungry.

"Thank you, Professor."

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

So choking!

Why do you do that?

Professor Snape eats this every day? !

No wonder I don’t like to laugh.

Who can laugh after eating these things every day...

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

At this moment, out 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.

Before I knew it, it was already evening.

Harry stood in front of the workbench, looking at the potion he had brewed today, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

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

This is the Potions Master!

This is Professor Snape's level.

Just by slightly changing the steps in the book, the complicated brewing process becomes much simpler.

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

Harry rubbed his stomach, which became hungry again, and a hint of anticipation rose in his heart.

When will Sebastian come to pick me up?

I really don't want to have dinner at Professor Snape's house.

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

......

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

In this way, Harry went to Snape to learn potions during the day, and after coming back at night, he went to the dueling field with Sebastian to practice spells until they were exhausted.

His potions level was rising steadily, and his spells level was increasing rapidly.

The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye it was July 7st.

"Harry, get up, wash up quickly and have breakfast, we are going to the amusement park today!"

Today is Harry's birthday, and Mia took a day off early for this day.

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

After breakfast, Mia and Sebastian took Harry to the amusement park in London in the style of a Muggle trip.

This was Harry's first time in a place like this, and everything he saw was overwhelming.

The huge Ferris wheel rotates slowly, the carousel goes up and down with the music, the roller coaster flies through the air, and the children's laughter and screams come one after another...

It turns out that this is where Dudley comes to play every year on his birthday.

Harry was so excited that he held Mia's hand and walked to the roller coaster line.

He's been wanting to play this for a long time.

Every year after Dudley came back from the amusement park, he would show off his bravery to himself, saying that he could even ride a roller coaster without batting an eyelid.

Harry wants to prove today that he is braver than Dudley.

After the seat belts were fastened, the roller coaster moved forward slowly, gradually rising with the sound of mechanical clicks.

Harry's eyes widened, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, feeling every gear turning.

Finally, the carriage reached the highest point, and the front suddenly opened up, with the entire amusement park in sight.

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

Harry was about to reply when the roller coaster suddenly rushed downwards.

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

He couldn't help but scream. The wind was whistling, and his ears were filled with screams and cheers. He felt so refreshed and free.

......

Before nightfall, Sebastian and his party returned to Swann Manor.

Jeff had already set up the party, with colorful balloons hanging from the ceiling and a long dining table filled with delicious food.

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

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

The first person to come in was a gentle middle-aged man with a smile on his face and a kind look. Although he was dressed elegantly, the traces of time could be seen between his brows.

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

He had a thick beard and shouted at Harry as he walked in.

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

......

Harry looked at the cake in front of him that was carefully prepared for him. The burning candles on it reflected the smiling faces of the people around him, and his heart was deeply moved.

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

The loneliness and solitude that I once felt seemed to be dispelled without a trace at this moment.

He picked up a piece of cake and took a light bite. The sweet taste melted in his mouth, as if all the bitterness before was diluted at this moment.

So sweet!

It’s sweeter than any birthday cake I’ve 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 for a long time and didn't stop until late at night.

Harry sat on the bed, looking out the window at the night sky, his mind full of thoughts.

He pulled out a framed photo, a gift from Mia.

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

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

Then his eyes moved to the figure next to Mia, that was his mother.

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

He said happily before closing his eyes.

"Love you mom."

“I am really happy now…”

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