[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

Chapter 36

"Teacher? I can't be your student. I, I don't know if I can fully recover in the future." Harry could see the hazy outline through his glasses, but at this moment his recovery seemed to have stalled.

Harry has often seen Nicolas May in the past two months. On the one hand, the old man wants to see the effect of the Philosopher's Stone in his body. On the other hand, the two of them like to chat with each other very much. Harry's questions always hit the nail on the head. Harry also benefited a lot from Flamel's rich life experiences.

"I believe you will be able to fully recover. The Philosopher's Stone is working on your body. Harry, you have the best alchemy product in your body. You can't waste this talent." Nicolas looked at Lupine who was standing aside, "You Your tutor should have no objection."

Lupine opened his mouth, shook his head and said, "Is Harry still too young?"

"Then do you still think I'm too old?" Nicolomet stared, and Lupine stepped aside.Harry scratched his head and said, "I, I can't learn anything now."

"Put that paper away, kid, before you talk." Nico patted Harry with a smile, "Since I have decided to accept you, I naturally know what I should teach you first. Although you can't do it now, you can still memorize the theory." Live. Especially in terms of comprehension, I am very optimistic about your comprehension ability."

After three months, Harry felt a little emotional, the old man is really getting smarter with age.Moreover, without the Philosopher's Stone to make the elixir, Nicole May is probably in a hurry.

Satisfied, the old gentleman asked Harry once before leaving.Harry looked at Lupine beside him, tilted his head and smiled, "What should I learn today, Remus?"

"Um. Let me see, the expulsion spell." Lupine was a little confused. He thought that Harry's supplementary lessons were at most supplementary to the history of magic and herbalism, but he found that Harry could make the correct wand movements just by describing them. , and his ability to comprehend language is quite good, the consequence of his quick talk is that he now has to work part-time as a professor of herbal medicine, history of magic and spells.

However, Lupine did not expect that Harry would progress to the level of magic spells in the third grade within three months. In order to prevent Harry from not listening in the future, he began to slowly teach some magic spells that would not be mentioned in class, but were relatively safe. curse.

If Lupine knew that Harry's previous spells were taught by a group of souls, he probably wouldn't be so surprised.

At night, Harry was lying on the bed, thinking about Igg's report. There was no news, and there was no news for more than three months. No one found the mission he sent, whether it was Nagini or the main soul.

'Egg, you come back. '

'Yes, master. After Iggy responded, a cloud of black smoke appeared beside Harry.Harry stroked the icy eagle's cold feathers with his palm, "Maybe it's a good thing that he couldn't find it. At least it proves that he was injured enough before."

"Harry, are you asleep?" A blood-red figure appeared, and Harry opened his eyes, "Roland, what are you doing here?"

"I saw Ige disappeared suddenly, so I thought something happened to you." Roland stood beside Harry's bed, "You still can't see?"

"It's much better than before." Harry stretched out his hand and put it in front of his eyes, his eyes moving left and right with his hand.

"That's good." Roland smiled, "Your slow recovery may have something to do with the fact that you used Yige's ability just after waking up."

"Nonsense." Harry chuckled, "At that time, I couldn't let Dumbledore spread the news, otherwise, many people would not believe me, the 11-year-old savior, and I had to rely on him."

"Just treat me as nonsense." Roland shrugged, "Is there anything you want to eat, I can bring it to you."

"No need, I have everything I want to eat now, and the elf's craftsmanship is good." Harry squinted his eyes, knowing that Roland didn't want to tell him this, so he didn't mention it anymore.The two chatted for a while, and Harry couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep first. Roland sat and read the paper written by Harry, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. What's the use of writing these?

In the morning, Snape delivered Harry's medicine before Lupine came over. Of course, the professor said that he had to go back to class so it was normal to come early.Harry was convinced by Snape's unfettered explanation.But Lupine didn't show any emotions, as if he had expected it.

Harry was lying on the bed, clutching the black dog brooch Draco had given him for Christmas, and he knew what that meant, and when he got better, all he needed to do was his godfather.And this season, it's best to hurry up, and you must have a plan.

"Why, among the four robbers, only my father died?" Harry looked at Lupine who was sorting out his textbooks, and Lupine was shocked by the sudden question.When Harry finished asking, he looked straight at Lupine, as if his eyesight was perfectly fine.

"Harry, you shouldn't know this yet." Lupine hesitated, sat back beside Harry, and stretched out his hand to rub Harry's hair, "Now you just need to grow up well and grow up safely. What you need to do."

"So, I can't even know the cause of my parents' death?"

"What do you want to know?" Nicolas May appeared from the doorway, and Harry turned in his direction, standing up to say hello.

"Do you want to know the truth about your parents' death, or do you want to know the prophecy?" Nicolas looked at Harry. During this time, he and Lupine took turns in class, and since half a month ago, he realized that something was wrong with Harry. , Unexpectedly, this little guy was thinking about this.

"Mr. Flamel." Lupine stopped, "Harry is only 11 years old."

"You can do what he could do when he was 11 years old?" Nicole May smiled, and then looked at Harry: "Tell me child, what do you want to know? What an alchemist should know most is what he needs .”

"I, I don't know. Maybe a lot happened that night, maybe, there are some things I can't understand." Harry shook his head. What he needed was for Lupine to tell Dumbledore his doubts and let him ignore him in prison. The godfather who knows part of the truth will definitely have an influence on him.

"Then I can only say that you still don't know what you want." Nicolas shook his head, "Now, give up your ideas, study hard, and when you are capable enough to take on your responsibilities, I think No one will stop you from knowing the truth."

"Okay, thank you, sir." Harry took a deep breath, then turned to Lupine, "Sorry, Remus, I shouldn't have asked you that question just now."

"It's okay, Harry, it's really okay." Lupine's smile was a bit forced, but Harry couldn't see clearly now, and could only judge the impact of this sentence from his hurried footsteps.

The timing of Harry's recovery was ingenious, the week before the exam.Harry was sprawled on the bed, his head under the pillow, lifting himself up.

"Harry—" Snape smiled helplessly. This morning, the kid found that he could see clearly without glasses. He was excited for a moment, and then he refused to cooperate with the examination, insisting that he was still not well.

"I'm still dizzy. I want to sleep." Harry muffled, the attending doctor by the bedside and Nicole May who rushed over looked at Harry's rare childish appearance and laughed muffledly.

"Get up." Snape's voice was a little smiling, but also a little dumbfounded, and he took away the pillow that Harry was pulling, and was instantly hugged by Harry.

"No." Harry buried his head, "I don't want the exam—"

"No." Snape patted the back of Harry's head, "Be aware that the spell detection can be done without you looking up."

"Father, you are too cruel." Harry raised his head, pursed his mouth, and asked tentatively, "Shall I rest for another week?"

"Then you are going to go directly to the exam?" Snape looked at Harry with a serious expression.

Harry felt that he could just die.

"Okay, everything is normal." The attending doctor let out a sigh of relief. For nearly five months, he was almost driven to death.

Harry looked at the doctor accusingly, and the attendant also understood. After half a semester, he would take the exam when he returned. It was pitiful to think about it.

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