The Mortal

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"That's your hobby," Snape said.

"Oh, so now my hobby has become liking you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt something was wrong, but it was too late, he was so lax and impulsive. Harry froze on the spot, not knowing whether to explain a few words or just let things go on like this.And Snape raised his head to turn his attention completely, his gaze bottomless.

For a moment, there was only the crackling sound of the rapid rhythm brought by the gust of wind and rain in the room.

"You've been so tired lately," Snape said finally. "You need rest."

He walked to the other side of the room and opened the high cabinet door, then took out a vial containing a light blue liquid, walked over, and handed it to the young man who was still stunned.

"Two drops a day should relieve your stress to some extent."

After he finished speaking, he was about to go back, as if everything was so commonplace.And Harry felt the injustice of being slighted at this moment - even though his sentence slipped out of a language system that wasn't rigorous enough, that didn't mean he wasn't serious enough.He thought about what to do with Snape many times, but never once did he think about letting go.Not once.

He grabbed Snape's arm before he moved away.

"Are you dodging the question?" he asked softly.

"I didn't get any questions." Snape looked at him sideways, his tone normal. "If I have made a mistake in my grammatical judgment, please let me know."

Harry moved his lips, wanting to argue but the words were stuck deep in his throat and he couldn't get them out.Sometimes he could distinguish Snape's thoughts very clearly, but sometimes he suddenly couldn't be sure of anything, like stepping on a cloud and not knowing when he would fall, or waiting for the oxygen to run out in the deep sea.He hadn't felt this bewilderment in a long time, it wasn't something that could be resolved with a fight or a few more fights, and at this moment he wished so much that Snape would give him clear instructions - whatever it was - as long as he knew what to say to him. One step forward or one step back.

But in the end, what right did he have to ask this man for anything?He didn't even deal with himself well - the dream that came crashing down last night almost hit all his weaknesses and pierced him to life, there was so much blood and fire, so much powerlessness he had to accept, and so much more The people who died before his eyes.It couldn't be easier than guarding against Voldemort wreaking havoc in his head, because this time it was himself who pushed him into this situation - these things will never go away, they will be with him for the rest of his life and all he can do is take each one Doubt yourself until you get used to it.

This might not be a good time for a conversation.

"The training you talked about yesterday." Harry changed the subject calmly, putting aside his extra thoughts. "If I understand correctly... when do we start?"

Snape glanced over the tiredness and stubbornness that hadn't dissipated in the young man's eyes from the corner of his eye, and moved his gaze thoughtfully over his left shoulder.

"Half an hour," he said.

The precise manipulation of mana helps wizards gain a deeper understanding of their power, and it allows you to see more clearly how it works when you cast it.But usually that doesn't make much sense, because the wand does most of the work for you - it allows the wizard to cast magic just by infusing it, wielding it correctly, and casting the spell correctly, eliminating the need for a lot of cumbersome steps in between.That's why the wand is so important to wizards. If you lose it, you will lose all the simplified processes, and few wizards have the leisure to study things that can be solved with a small stick.

But after years of accumulation, there will always be a few scholars who seem to be doing nothing but stick to their hobbies, and this kind of rare in Harry's eyes has become a lot of them in Snape's eyes (*see Chapter [-]). Harry didn't even want to find out how many of these horrible thick books were in his bookshelf, the one in front of him was enough for him to despair-

"I think it's a little more effective for me to practice." He tried to struggle.

"You're talking about your wandless magic that you've been able to use by accident?" Snape gave him a condescending glance, and he looked almost as stern as ever - strange, when that's a thing of the past - Harry thought. "If you don't want to find yourself under the spell calling a strike at the critical moment, you'd better do as I say."

So Harry had to duel with those obscure sentences.Fortunately, Snape was fully aware of the savior's weakness, and just let him understand the basics as much as possible (although he had to add explanations, Potter's ability to accept words challenged his bottom line).But it must be admitted that Potter has an almost instinctive intuition for magic, and he can use wandless magic without understanding certain steps that are so complicated that most wizards will give up (although the method of sudden awakening-adult After the magic riot - could easily kill him).

However, if it involves a spell with an overly complicated principle, he still cannot succeed. Snape didn't bother to let him master more spells, even if it was Albus, it would be a project that might not be able to be completed. What Harry needed more was to master his extremely jerky ability, so as not to be stunned by the delay of a few seconds in casting. Defeated.

The training process is boring and demanding.Most of the time Harry had to repeat maddening exercises over and over, like using the Levitation Charm to move distances measured in millimeters - he'd rather have a great feat of hitting a troll with a stick. Snape was merciless to him, he would occasionally have a sense of space-time dislocation, return to the Potions classroom in a trance, and could only try to complete the task with fear - but it also left him no time to think about other things, only to concentrate in front of your eyes.

But Harry only rested at home for two days before being mercilessly dragged away by Ed, the next second after confirming that his gunshot wound had miraculously healed.Their last harvest pointed to an old duke. Although it is said that the royal family has no real power, MI5 is still a little uncomfortable in investigating this, so Ed has the cheek to ask him for help-this is really not illegal when it comes to wizards. Evidence, there's no such thing in the Constitution - Harry suspects the guy might be a Gryffindor if he's sorted.

As for the cancellation of their night tour, it was unnecessary on the one hand, and on the other hand, Harry needed to spend a lot of time practicing wandless magic. The homework that Snape gave him made him wonder if this was revenge in another sense, and if it wasn't for the patience he had honed, he might have gone mad for it - absolutely literally, he was furious He used the floating spell to control the knife and thought while cutting nettle roots.

"Cut, not chop." Snape reminded him unhurriedly. "You should get an Oxford Dictionary, it's a pity I don't have it in my collection."

Harry sighed loudly. "Let's discuss it. Don't you think it's a waste of material? Maybe we can switch to a... less..."

His pain was almost materialized. The corners of Snape's mouth curled into an arc, and he looked very comfortable and laid-back in comparison - old bastard of Slytherin, Harry whispered in his heart, and then the magic of control twisted and slammed into the chopping board with a resounding sound There was a crisp sound.

"You know I've always been devoted to getting pleasure from you that is equivalent to pain, and paying a small amount of low-level materials is nothing compared to-" Snape dipped the quill in the ink and gave a stare at the same time Looking at his youth with a rather menacing smirk. "What's more, I just need some nettle powder. No matter what kind of disaster you cause, it won't hinder the final effect too much."

Harry felt that he might never have the chance to escape Snape's trap in his life.The idea is a bit reassuring, but also strangely reassuring.

In the end, he could only vent his anger on those nettles, and then spared no effort to turn them into powder with a mixed technique of cutting and chopping. As a result, this was also becoming the state required by the potion master, without any effort to destroy the task. The Savior brings comfort.

He has been surrounded by similar training for two whole weeks, and has no spare energy to focus on other things.He was too busy dealing with Snape's constant harassment to notice that he was rarely agitated by the slow pace of events.He's starting to be less quiet, yelling in moments of rage, and causing Snape a little trouble, though somehow it's himself who ends up cleaning up the mess.But after all, he is no longer the person he used to be, and there is no way to go back to being so unscrupulous and unscrupulous many years ago.So no matter how much he complains, he will complete the task with heart, calmly sort out the messy thoughts before going to sleep, and always pay attention to the alarm of the protective spell when he goes out.

And reading time has become his favorite part - Quidditch is long past tense - because it's the time when Snape rarely puts away his spikes and is extra forgiving in quiet concentration, and Harry uses dessert The aroma lured Snape from the workshop to the living room (even though it ended up in his own stomach), and he took a rare moment of rest with a random Muggle novel. Snape always occupied the armchair, and at first Harry would be half-sleeping comfortably on the couch, and then nearly fell asleep when he was hit by a book that fell from the levitation failure