HP Shavings Wizard

A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. A villain's revenge is from morning till night.

restaurant.

As usual, Harry had breakfast with Ron and Hermione, chatted, and received newspapers brought by owls, completely unaware that he was about to change from the boy who lived to the boy who was doomed to die.

There are still crystal clear water droplets on the glass, as if it has just been washed, clean, as if symbolizing the beginning of a happy day.

He picked up the milk jug and poured himself a glass of milk, watching the milk pouring from the spout and gradually filling the cup, while listening attentively to Ron and Hermione talking.

I don’t know why, but I always feel that today’s milk has a faint smell of flying broom wood and a light floral scent.

Maybe he smelled someone's flowers? Or was it because he wanted to ride a broom with Ron so badly?

How could milk taste like wood?

I'll go ride a broomstick with Ron later.

Sirius bought him the latest Nimbus 2001, although Harry thought the previous Nimbus 2000 was also good. Last year, Ron also bought a Swipe with the Galleons he exchanged for from Pettigrew.

Now that they were in the second grade, there were no school rules prohibiting them from bringing broomsticks. During breaks, the two of them would often meet up to play Quidditch on broomsticks to kill time.

The careless little black-haired wizard drank the milk in one breath without even thinking about being ambushed. A strange, confused expression gradually appeared on his face.

Hermione, who was sitting opposite him, turned her head and noticed his abnormality after she finished speaking: "What's wrong with you?"

Ron, who was standing next to him, also noticed his ominous pale face, as if he was about to get sick: "Harry...?"

"I can't stand it anymore. I can't miss him!"

Harry interrupted, calling out hoarsely and dully.

Hermione looked confused: "Who?"

The black-haired little wizard blushed and grinned, reciting the full name of the terrible Potions Professor in an ups and downs and lingering tone. His whole face lit up, as if illuminated by the purest sunlight.

"Professor Snape, Professor Severus Snape..."

"...!!!"

Hearing his good brother pronounce the name of the big bat Snape in such a disgusting tone, Ron's expression gradually became terrified. He shuddered and his hair stood on end. He even dropped the sandwich in his hand in fright.

Hermione also widened her eyes and looked at Harry in disbelief, forcing herself to lower her voice so as not to scream: "Are you crazy?!"

Ron leaned over and studied Harry closely, watching the fascination on his face.

The two stared at each other for nearly a minute, and Ron began to tremble, his mouth opened sadly, and he stuttered when he spoke.

"Are you kidding? Really? This should, should just be a joke?"

Harry smiled foolishly with happiness on his face, and cruelly and decisively shattered his good brother's lucky fantasy.

"No, I love him!"

Ginny, who was eavesdropping further away, turned pale and her pupils trembled as she looked at Harry with his dull green eyes wide open, praising him with bated breath.

"Did you see Severus's black, semi-long hair? It hangs down like satin. And his dark, deep eyes, his soft, low voice, his slender fingers, his decisiveness, his dexterity - he is so cute!"

Ron and Hermione were silent for a moment, then looked at each other, both relieved to see the shock in each other's eyes.

They whispered.

"It's over, Harry is really crazy."

"Did you hit your head while playing ball yesterday? Take him to the hospital wing and let Madam Pomfrey check his brain..."

But they realized it too late, Harry had already turned his head and stared at the Slytherin Snake King in the teachers' seat.

Professor Snape was discussing something with Professor McGonagall and was completely unaware of the small commotion in Gryffindor.

Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, pulled desperately, but couldn't hold Harry back. The loud noise attracted others, and everyone saw Harry stumbling towards the teachers' seats.

The professors also stopped their discussion and looked ahead curiously.

The poor young professor frowned, looking warily at the bastard Potter who was obviously wrong, with infinite desire on his face, rushing towards him.

Love potions are contraband, but every Valentine's Day there are often little wizards who abuse this potion that can make people dizzy for a whole day.

Some of the little lions of Gryffindor had already guessed what trick Harry had fallen into. They covered their eyes and curiously watched through their fingers this farce that could no longer be stopped.

Hermione and Ron looked desperate as they listened to the senior students talking about the effects of love potions.

The Head of Slytherin frowned, staring with dark and cold eyes at the kid in front of him who had a red face and was grinning foolishly as he approached him. However, he was slightly dazed by the pair of green eyes that had inherited Lily's color.

The strange reaction of the black-haired little wizard made the other professors look shocked, and Professor McGonagall, who was always serious, didn't even react.

Harry leaned forward - he did something particularly remarkable, something that would make him feel worthy of being a Gryffindor when he recalled it afterwards, something extremely brave - he flipped over the long table of professors, and hugged the terrifying Potions Professor tightly, shouting in a strange voice.

"Severus! I love you!"

On the table, the breakfast bowls, plates and cups that he had pushed sideways were scattered with a clatter, creating a mess. Cereal porridge, milk, bitter coffee, jam, pumpkin juice, pickled herrings, and mints were all over the table, the floor, his school robes and Severus's black robes.

"...!"

The whole place was silent, everyone was stunned.

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, her eyes widening.

Professor Flitwick actually fell off his high chair and landed awkwardly in the food paste under the table, with his head and face covered in food paste.

Dumbledore could no longer maintain his usual gentle and calm expression. He turned his head to stare at them in surprise. His half-moon glasses slid down his crooked nose and were put back on by Grindelwald's hand.

The days at Hogwarts are becoming more and more lively.

Compared to anger, Professor Snape, who was hugged tightly, was more stunned. He never expected such an outrageous thing to happen.

After he realized what was happening, he quickly tried to push Potter away, but the kid was like sticky candy and he couldn't get rid of him.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for Potter's disrespect for the professor!"

All the Gryffindors, from the students to the deans and the headmaster, had no intention of complaining about the accidental loss of 50 points. They all stared blankly at Harry, who was acting uncharacteristically and was obsessed with the Slytherin Snake King.

The Potions Professor retreated in disgust, enduring the black-haired young wizard who was going crazy due to the love potion. He walked around the teachers' seats and prepared to leave the hall to prepare the antidote for people first.

But soon, something worse happened. When he passed by the Slytherin table, he was hugged by Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, who were also drugged.