[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

There was a light knock on the door, and Harry quickly ran to open the door with a smile on his face: "Professor Snape."

Professor Snape, who was in a black robe, black face and all in black, strode in. Harry poured tea and water graciously, busy, his expression was so fake that it almost floated to the sky.Snape took the tea from Harry and put it on the table: "What are you doing?"

You can definitely see that I'm trying to please you, so don't ask questions knowingly.This sentence passed through Harry's mind, and it turned into: "Professor Snape has worked hard for me, just helping with small things. By the way, I haven't thanked the professor for the Christmas gift yet."

Snape gave Harry a flabbergasted look: "Stop pretending, I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, at least I won't get as angry as that stupid dog."

How do you know Sirius is throwing a tantrum?This question was swallowed back by Harry again, and Sirius was mentioned in front of Professor Snape, wasn't that lighting the dynamite pack?Harry chose his words carefully: "Professor, you are not angry?"

"It's useful to be angry?" Snape looked at him with a half-smile, "What a cunning, and..." Just like your mother.

Snape put away the fake smile on his face, just like his mother, she chose someone he didn't like at all.The only thing to be thankful for is that it looks like the kid won't die like his mother.The identity of the Horcrux would at least make the Dark Lord watch him closely.

With a cold snort, he stood up and started preparing for today's treatment and examination, ruthlessly throwing aside Harry who was trying to be cute.

Harry looked at the professor's back sadly. Seriously, Professor Snape was much more difficult to deal with than Sirius. He said he was not angry. Isn't this indifferent look angry? Could it be a daily life full of love?It feels like their relationship is at a freezing point again, which is not okay, Harry wants to say something else.

"Professor, won't you give me some blessing or warning?" Harry entangled again, asking with a shy face.

Snape didn't turn his head, and continued to set up the cauldron. The voice came from his tight mouth, as if separated by a layer of veil: "Be careful, don't confuse the illusion."

"What?" The words were vague, and Harry couldn't hear them very clearly. He moved closer to Professor Snape, "What illusion?"

Snape stopped talking, and kept his mouth tightly shut while Harry was rambling beside him trying to come up with something dry.After setting up the cauldron and spreading out the materials, Snape put Harry, who was bouncing around beside him, on the chair with a straight face, and began to check.

"Professor, professor?" Harry's mouth still didn't stop. He always felt that the vague sentence just now seemed to be quite important. "Did you say the word 'illusion' just now? What illusion? You mean to let me Be careful not to get delusional?"

Harry kept talking balabalabala, which was very annoying. Snape couldn't take it anymore, glared at him, and said warningly, "It's no good if you know."

"So there's something I should know that I don't?" Harry asked sharply.A remorseful expression flashed across Snape's face, he pursed his lips, and fell silent.This time, no matter how much Harry talked nonsense, Professor Snape just refused to answer. Harry sang a one-man show for a long time, but found it was useless, and finally shut up angrily.

Quiet was clearly more to Professor Snape's liking than annoyance.His expression eased a little, and he continued to check and adjust the effect of the potion according to the results of the inspection.Harry's eyes moved back and forth following Professor Snape's movements, and doubts accumulated little by little in his heart.

When Professor Snape helped him or hijacked him to leave the Death Eater Manor that time, he said to him in a decisive tone: "You don't understand, he has hidden some things from you, and he will deal with you sooner or later!" Keep your mouth shut about Harry's subsequent questions.However, after returning to the Death Eater Manor, Snape expressed his approval of his choice, at least he didn't say anything about "you shouldn't be in the Death Eater Manor".His expression at the ball was unexpected, and the words he came out of this time were so strange, it always felt like Professor Snape knew something very, very important...

"Professor Snape," Harry said suddenly after a period of silence, "is it related to my scar?"

Professor Snape raised his eyebrows naturally: "What? What has to do with the scar?"

Harry looked at Professor Snape suspiciously.After all, he was a double agent. When he was careless at the beginning, Harry tried to find out something, but now once he started to be vigilant, he couldn't get anything out.Harry couldn't tell whether the reply was sincere or fake, so he could only continue to ask: "You just said that there is something I don't know about, is it related to my scar?"

"You think too much," Professor Snape continued to adjust the effect of the potion, "There are many things you don't know, and there are many things related to your scars. Do you know the ten most rare magic scars? Are there three types? Do you know the principle of magic scar treatment proposed by Hopkins in 1931? Do you know the successful cases and experience summary of magic scar treatment in St. .These are all things you should know, after all, the scar is on your head."

Harry was left speechless.He closed his mouth, still a little aggrieved in his heart: Liar, Professor Snape must not be referring to these things.

It seems that nothing can be obtained from Professor Snape. Harry twitched his chin and thought for a while. In the silence of the room, a familiar Gryffindor-style excitement and recklessness began to surge in his heart. Action: He can find out the answer he wants by himself!Mysteries, suspense, investigations, and challenges are things that would happen every school year, but this year just hasn't happened yet!Philosopher's Stone, Diary, Sirius, Triwizard Tournament, which school year's decryption and exploration is not full of thrills and excitement?

let's go!The year of Gryffindor!

The wizarding world is undercurrents because of some explosive news, and Harry is secretly planning to make a big deal; on the contrary, the Muggle world has been quiet recently, except that the crime rate in London has increased-oh No, the crime rate of ordinary cases has dropped, but the number of cases that can be called "unsolved cold cases" suddenly increased.

Of course, to some people, this kind of scene is so boring that it almost makes him squat in the corner and grow mushrooms.

Apparating into Moriarty's villa, Barty Crouch Jr. shook his head to get rid of the dizzy sequelae of space transfer, and then met Sebastian Moran at the desk—that is, Moriah Dee's most trusted subordinate - said hello: "Mr. Moran, good morning. Is there any new progress recently?"

"Let me answer for him—the Muggle government is very calm. They have never realized the existence of wizards, and they have never had any sense of defense. Ah, so boring!" Moriarty walked out from behind the door, and naturally took the small Batty's question was full of complaints and complaints.His Curly Fortune is not a god after all, and his energy has an upper limit. When there are too many cases, he can only focus on each case itself. An overly busy and fulfilling life seems to have worn away Curly Detective's sensitivity, which makes him always Moriarty, who was waiting behind him, was full of resentment: Why hasn't the current case been solved yet!Why hasn't the connection behind the case been fully discovered yet!And most importantly: why haven't you found me yet!

Sebastian Moran glanced at his bored immediate boss and closed his mouth.When working under Moriarty, one very important point is that when his boss is bored, don't move up, otherwise, he will be played badly.

The room was silent, and Moriarty's eye knives had started to fly wildly as no one answered.Little Barty had no choice but to interface weakly: "Mr. Moriarty, so much information about the wizarding world is not enough for you to sort out?"

"The information is too messy, and Moran will sort it out—by the way, dear little Barty, why do you still call me Mr. Moriarty? I have corrected you so many times, call me Little Jim?"

hehe.Little Barty rolled his eyes in his heart, but on the surface he was still quite natural: "Don't dare. And, Mr. Moriarty, I'm very busy. If you're free, why don't you come and help me?"

"It's boring," Moriarty replied weakly and willfully, taking his refusal as a matter of course. "I heard that my dear is in love? It really hurts my heart. Every person I like has an owner, such as peanuts, bricklayers, etc. snort!"

This topic has been dissed many times, and the other two men in the room shut their mouths wisely and did not answer the conversation at all.You know, once you answer the call, you will be forced to hear a bunch of "confessions of love" and "pain of broken love", until your ears are also painfully confessed, and you can usher in a quiet paradise.

The room was silent, Moriarty pouted boredly, and began to let go of his thoughts. "—Ah!" He suddenly yelled, his eyes sparkling!

Barty Crouch flitted across the heavy shadows, and every time Moriarty had a new idea, it meant—wipe ass, wipe ass, wipe ass.

But he really didn't come to be the queen's cleaner!

However, he looked calm on the surface, said nothing, turned his head and continued to discuss the information with Sebastian Moran.Want to interrupt Moriarty's interest?You better prepare yourself for the possibility of being the next sacrifice.He's not that stupid.

Moriarty came and went behind them, and from the corner of his eye, Barty Jr. saw that he seemed to be holding a big gaudy pink envelope, and put a piece of letter paper in it—the same as when Moriarty forced himself to send it. The envelopes to the Dark Lord looked exactly the same, it was really an irrepressible psychological shadow.

The dark clouds in his heart gradually spread, and Barty finally couldn't restrain the power of the wild, and risked his life to speak: "What did you do?"

Moriarty winked at him with a smile, and said nervously, "I—— I want to start a very fun game!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Harry: I'm going to do something big.

Mo Niang: I also want to make a big deal.

Wizarding world and Muggle world: QAQ