Remembrance

The reason is that he can rely on his more sensitive hearing than others and his own perception and use of magic power.

However, when the people in the same room with him almost made his own existence so elusive that he couldn't even perceive it with magic power, he fell into a dilemma.

Only at this time will he experience the helplessness of being blind.

At least if he can see, he can know where the other party is, what kind of expression he is standing or sitting, but under the current situation, he can only passively wait for Snape's next move.

But it was clear that no matter what time of day Snape was, his patience was unnervingly good.

This is not his lounge.

Harry stood up slowly while leaning on the sofa: "Professor Snape, maybe I should go back."

His work and rest time has always been stable, so he doesn't need to watch the time. At this point, his body will naturally feel sleepy.

He has delayed too long tonight.

"Harry..." A hurried voice sounded, interrupting Harry's movements.

"Huh?" Hearing the person who had been silent for most of the night finally speak out, Harry sat back on the sofa without any irritation and waited for his next words.

"No...it's okay, I mean..." Snape poured him a glass of water, "Would you like me to check your body?" After a pause, he added, "Throughly."

Harry paused, then shook his head.

Snape could only feel his heart hanging upwards.

No matter how much Snape missed him, but to Harry, they were actually strangers to each other. Harry came to teach at Hogwarts for less than a week, and they didn't meet much during this week Well, calling Bobby over quickly after seeing Harry's situation was already considered a strange behavior, but now making such a request is even more abrupt.

"It's too late today." Harry said with a smile, "Maybe you will be free tomorrow, or in a few days, I remember Dumbledore said that there are a lot of things to prepare for when school starts, and everyone should be very busy during this time." busy?"

"No." Snape almost blurted out, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that his answer was too abrupt, he paused for a few seconds, and then tried to continue speaking at a normal speed, "I have already arranged what I have to do , Your body is important." He hasn't experienced this feeling of lack of words for a long time, like a young man in love, who obviously wants to say something, but feels inappropriate when he doesn't say a word, but the words I can't take it back anymore, and then I will be embarrassed and want to find other words to explain the meaning of what I said before.

For the first time, Snape was thankful that the other party could not see him, otherwise his embarrassment might have been clearly seen by the other party - even though he was good at controlling facial expressions, it didn't mean he could hide it from Harry Potter.

"I mean, I don't want Dumbledore to ask me to take over the class again at the end of the term, and the reason is that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor failed to take good care of his body."

Severus Snape was probably the only person who could give reasons for caring so bluntly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape regretted it in his heart.

Admit it, Snape, you're an idiot who doesn't dare to say what's on your mind, whether they remember you or not.

Hearing such an explanation, nine out of ten would frown immediately, eight would get angry, seven would go back with sarcasm, and six would throw their glasses and leave.

However, the one in front of me is the most special one.

"Thank you for your concern, Professor Snape." The man put down the cup in his hand, there was no anger in his expression, instead he smiled, as if he had accepted the greeting from his friend who was very concerned, "It's been so many years I can be fine, and I will be fine in the future."

Snape snorted reflexively, "I hope so."

……

For the first time he hated the way he spoke so much.

"Then, I won't bother you when it's too late." Harry finally stood up and said goodbye to him this time, "I'll probably come over to bother you tomorrow, because obviously Dumbledore can't help me, Only you know what happened to the children last term."

"Anytime..." He opened his mouth, finally swallowed what he wanted to say, and just spit out a word, "Welcome."

Harry opened the door, rejecting Snape's offer to send him back.

"I..." Edward, who was about to knock on the door, looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and was stunned for a while.

Harry vaguely remembered the voice, he knelt down and said softly, "Is it Mr. Snape?"

Edward nodded, and then suddenly remembered that the other party couldn't see him, so he blurted out and asked, "Why are you here?"

Almost as inarticulate as his father.

After finishing speaking, Edward realized that this was inappropriate and hurriedly added: "I mean, professor, why are you here alone, it's too late, I... no, I mean, don't you go to rest Is it?" When he said the last time, he was almost dejected.

Compared to Snape, he was still a little immature after all.

Harry smiled and patted his head: "I'm delayed by something today, and I'll be going back soon, but you, it's going to be a curfew soon, why are you still running here?"

"I... came to see Professor Snape for something." Edward said with some embarrassment.

"Then I won't bother you." Harry smiled. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Snape."

Edward nodded hastily, and realized after a while that Harry couldn't see, he said hastily, "See you tomorrow, professor."

Edward watched Harry disappear from his sight before entering the cellar.

Snape had been sitting behind the sofa, not commenting on his previous behavior.

Edward slowly moved to his side and said slowly, "Father."

Snape patted him on the shoulder with about the same force as when Harry had touched his head.

Edward asked again: "Dad...how did he come?"

"I was the interim professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts last semester." Snape thought for a while, and finally concealed what he had checked for Harry before. This matter may not be hidden from Edward, but Edward shouldn't Knowing such concrete truths.

After all, he had just met his father not long ago.

Harry's body...

He sighed in his heart, and Edward stood straight beside him, looking at him with a little doubt in his eyes.

"You don't have to worry about this matter," he urged, "you don't have to care too much about Riddle and Potter, Edward, your father is a Gryffindor, and he likes sincere and kind children," Slytherin said. It's really not suitable for Gryffindor, and I don't know how the two of them got together in the first place. "The teaching level of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is generally low. If you don't understand anything, You can ask him."

"Ask him?" Edward repeated Snape's words, and then his eyes lit up.

"He's your professor." Snape looked at the cup that was not put away on the table, "He would not refuse to ask for knowledge about Defense Against the Dark Arts better, and when he went to school by himself, It is the person who likes to read super-class extracurricular books, even if he forgets now...many habits will not change."

Edward nodded slowly.

"By the way, father." Edward remembered the homework assigned by Harry. Some people in Slytherin thought that since the professor couldn't see it, it didn't matter whether they wrote or not. Edward naturally hoped to complete the homework assigned by his father. Yes, but what some people said irritated him very much. "In this case... what should I do?"

"Remind Draco." Snape thought of his godson who was spoiled by his friends. "As for the others, that's your chief's business. Since he is the chief, he must have his own methods."

Edward nodded with a vague understanding.

"Go back," Snape told him, "don't worry, it'll be all right."

Edward tried unsuccessfully to put on a polite smile, but his father didn't mind, just patted him on the shoulder and watched him out the door.

The author has something to say: After being sick for three weeks, come back and give me an update to give you OTZ to go to the clinic for infusions every month. The consequence is that until today, my hands are still empty

The next chapter will be updated from time to time o(︶︿︶)o everyone

☆, admiration

The matter of the cellar weighed on the hearts of several insiders like a stone.

The Slytherin students have all noticed the recent abnormality of their head. Although he is usually not good at speaking, he is gentle in words and deeds, and has an elegant manner. There is no one who is very close to Tom in Slytherin, and living in this place, even if everyone is so curious about his abnormality that they want to scratch their lungs, no one will ask him outright what's going on.

What was surprising was that even though he became silent day by day, looked cold, and seemed to be in a daze all the time, he never missed the professor's questions, and the professors also acquiesced in his seeming daze in class.

Draco once expressed his thoughts to Edward out of curiosity, but at that time Edward just looked at his homework in silence.

Draco was dissatisfied with his friend's ignorance of him, but he couldn't do such an impolite thing as taking homework away from the other party's hands, so he wanted to see what Edward was writing, and wanted to give an idea.

But at first glance, he was stunned: "Are you writing the homework of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Edward, who had been in a daze before, nodded slowly.

"The professor said that there is actually no difference between the low-level expulsion spells and the high-level ones, but after we were exposed to the low-level expulsion spells in the second grade, we will have the opportunity to contact them again after the sixth grade, and Draco, even his father, just told me There are five points that need to be paid attention to in the expulsion spell, but Professor Evans said it is six points..." Although it was a distressed tone, Draco clearly saw the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Draco felt that something was wrong with his friend.

So he continued to hear his friend muttering to himself: "Maybe I can ask the professor, I don't think he would mind if I take him some time..."

"Hey, my friend." Draco couldn't bear it anymore and said to Edward: "I remember the godfather's Defense Against the Dark Arts is very good."

In the case of Hogwarts students' Defense Against the Dark Arts level is generally low, Edward's Defense Against the Dark Arts can be said to be ahead of everyone in the same grade except the head of the grade, even the Muggle on the Gryffindor side Hermione Granger scored one point higher than Edward in the exam, but that was only because of theoretical results. If it was really a duel with a wand, Granger would definitely not be Edward's opponent.

Even I, who received family training since I was a child, dare not say that I can have Edward's advantage in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The godfather actually didn't put much effort into Edward. Compared with Draco, who was loved by his parents but had to bear certain responsibilities and receive certain training at a young age, Edward's childhood was simply envied by Draco. Sour water.

But even though the godfather didn't restrict Edward too much, and didn't deliberately teach him anything, Edward's talent in potions and defense against the dark arts still surprised everyone who knew him.

Draco vaguely remembered that one Christmas, his father invited his godfather and Edward to the manor, and accidentally mentioned Edward's talent in potions and defense against the dark arts.

Draco no longer remembers how he started this topic at that time. He also forgot what his father said. He only remembers that the godfather, who has never shown much expression, actually smiled vaguely, and then looked at Edward with a little concern in his tone. pride.

"Edward's talent in Defense Against the Dark Arts originated from his father."

That was the first time Draco heard about Edward's other father, but that was all.

The godfather rarely mentioned that man, but Edward admired his other father very much, but he rarely told Draco.

Although Edward is extremely talented in potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, the godfather seldom instructs him about potions. Draco always thought it was because the godfather felt that Edward was young and his magic power was unstable, so he didn't want to use it. Let the potion be made, but later he learned that the godfather was almost harsh on Edward's Defense Against the Dark Arts.

So at this moment, it was beyond Draco's expectation that Edward would put his father aside and ask another professor for a low-level expulsion spell.

"Draco." Edward looked at Draco, suddenly thought of something, and said, "Did you not finish your homework?"

"what?"

"Did you miss your Defense Against the Dark Arts homework?" Edward raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No hurry." Draco shrugged, "There are three more days before homework is due."

Edward snorted softly, and packed up his homework and books: "I recently heard someone from Hufflepuff come up with some ideas, saying that the professor can't see anyway, so it doesn't matter what you write on the homework. Draco "He squinted at Draco, "Although I believe you will not do such a thing, but if you don't get an excellent, I will let my father give you a good lesson."

Draco looked at Edward in disbelief.

"I'll go to the professor, and you can do your homework slowly." He waved his hand and left the common room.

Draco wanted to greet Merlin.

It's not just their second-year chief who has become strange recently, but also their dean's son.

Speaking of Riddle...

Draco looked at the head of the grade who came out from the dormitory, carrying a schoolbag on his back, and holding a pile of books in his hands.

There were several sheets of parchment on it, and Draco glanced over it out of the corner of his eye, and found that it was Riddle's Defense Against the Dark Arts homework... He filled at least five sheets of parchment!

Draco felt his stomach throbbing.

Harry was entertaining Dumbledore when Edward knocked on Harry's door.

Madam Pomfrey reported Harry's condition to Dumbledore. Madam Pomfrey was not the kind of person who would publicize the patient's condition, but she needed help to take care of Harry's body, so she asked Dumbledore to Cooperate, and Harry's situation should also be reported to the principal to prevent emergencies.

"I didn't think your situation was so serious, my dear." Dumbledore no longer smiled, but looked serious.

"I didn't mean to deceive you, Headmaster," Harry said softly, holding his teacup, "I'm just used to my own situation, and it hasn't caused any problems in these years, so forgive me, I also forgot It's not very good anymore."

"This is not a good habit, my child," Dumbledore sighed softly, "You should take good care of yourself instead of letting your body go bad."

"I promise that nothing will happen to me, Headmaster." Harry promised, "And I'm very used to this kind of life. I always feel that if people can live in peace, it should help their bodies."

"You are right, but if you can communicate with Madam Pomfrey, I think many people will be relieved. At least I found that Mr. Riddle's mood is not very right recently. He is very worried about you, my dear."

Harry nodded: "Tom is a good boy, I will teach him well."

Edward knocked on Harry's door just at this moment.

Harry waved his hand, and the door opened by itself: "Come in, please," Harry said.

"Professor Evans..." Edward was stunned when he saw Dumbledore after entering the door, "Principal..."

"Mr. Snape." Harry recognized Edward's voice, and he had a good impression of this studious student.

"I..." Edward looked at Harry and Dumbledore, a little uncomfortable.

"Ah, Harry, it looks like you need to be busy. I think I have to go back. I have an appointment to see you later."

Harry nodded: "Then principal, I won't see you off."

Dumbledore nodded, winking at Edward before leaving.

Without anyone else present, Edward relaxed a lot. He took out the books and homework he brought: "Professor, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"It doesn't matter." Harry smiled and waved at him, "I think maybe you're in trouble? I asked Severus, although he gave you tutoring in school, it's a pity that your foundation is still not solid .”

Edward nodded: "So, maybe I need to trouble the professor."

"There is nothing troublesome. I am very happy that you like this class." Harry poured him a cup of tea. "Have a cup of tea and tell me about your confusion later."

Edward nodded, and took out his homework and books after drinking some tea.

"About the expulsion spell you explained to us earlier, although you said that we only need to master three of them to try to learn it with a wand, but professor, because of my father, I already know five of them, so I think , if I want to master it all, it shouldn't be greedy, right?"

Harry was silent for a few minutes.

During this period, Edward's heart was always hanging in his throat.

Until later, Harry smiled slightly: "Of course not, little Mr. Snape." He patted Edward on the shoulder, "You are like me when I was a child, when my professors rarely explained carefully Regarding this aspect of knowledge, I have to look up most of the content myself, and you, like me, want to read it thoroughly."

Edward's heart warmed slightly.

"Then, before I tell you, I think I need to know how much you know about banishing spells."

Edward spent the afternoon in Harry's drawing room, his first prolonged contact with another father, but he fit the profile of his father perfectly.

This person is gentle and elegant, knowledgeable, patient and steady, even all the excellent vocabulary on him can't satisfy Edward.

Whether it was Snape's bedtime stories or Edward's own reverie, they all beautified the protagonist of the story. As Edward grew older, Edward once told himself that maybe his father was not as beautiful as in the story, but as long as the difference was not too far, He is willing to accept.

Because that is his father.

After really meeting and getting in touch with him, Edward found that this person was even more beautiful than he imagined.

This person...is his father.

Not only did the admiration in my heart not disappear, but it became more profound.

The author has something to say: By the way, I finally experienced the feeling of Ziwei Gege being pricked by Nanny Rong with a needle, the pain was so painful that I was going crazy QAQ

So during the ban period, I have nothing to do, and the next update is still irregular o(︶︿︶)o

☆, happy mood

"Uncle..." A voice outside the door interrupted Harry, and before Harry could answer, the door was already opened.

Harry pushed the door open and came in, followed by Tom Riddle who was expressionless.

"Harry?" Harry raised his head to face the direction of the door, "And Tom?" He asked with a chuckle, as if he was sure that since Harry was here, Tom would definitely not be left behind.

Tom followed Harry into the door, and nodded faintly: "Dad." Although he didn't have much emotion, respect could still be heard from his tone.

For a moment, Edward felt an uncontrollable pain in his heart.

He even wanted to pull out his wand and point to Riddle to tell him that it was his father, to make Riddle shut his mouth, but he didn't do anything in the end, but he couldn't maintain his smile. Palely nodded to Riddle and Potter.

"Snape is here too?" Harry looked at Edward, a little surprised.

"Yeah, Mr. Snape came to ask some questions, Harry, he is much more diligent than you." Harry smiled and patted his head, making the little guy smile shyly.

"Tom said I just need to figure out what's in the textbook, and if I can't, Tom will teach me so that uncle doesn't have to work hard."

"Tom is protecting you, of course." Harry shook his head and smiled, "Is there something you want to come here at this time?"

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it." Harry scratched his head, looking a bit hesitant to speak.

Knowing that it was because of his presence, Edward gave Harry a reluctant look, and then said goodbye to Harry politely.

Harry didn't keep him because he already sensed that something was wrong with Harry.

"Okay, my dear." After Edward left, Harry put a soundproof spell around him, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Harry nodded with difficulty, then looked at Tom.

"Dad." Tom helped Harry to sit up, stuffed a cup of tea in his hand, his expression was a little dignified, but also a little annoyed, "Harry and I heard the movement of the basilisk."

Harry's grip on the water glass tightened sharply.

"The basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets has been awakened." Tom pursed his lips, and a little murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "And Dad, I'm sure, the basilisk seems to have been controlled."

"Don't move rashly, my dear." Harry put down his glass, groped and grasped Tom's hand tightly, "Harry, Tom, you all have to be careful these days, don't be left alone, Harry, remember to be with your friends when you go to class , I heard that you get along very well with Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger recently, protect your friends, as for Tom, I know you can protect yourself in Slytherin, no matter what happens, remember not to Take action on your own."

Tom frowned, as if about to say something.

"I know what you're going to say, dear." Harry squeezed Tom's hand, "but now is not the time, listen to me, eh?"

He finally nodded slowly.

"Father," Tom asked suddenly, "will you check it out yourself?"

Tom is indeed one of the people who knows his father best. Although Harry told Tom not to act without authorization, Tom was very worried that his father, who had no vision, would check it out by himself. Later, he couldn't understand the snake language because of an accident, but after adopting him and Harry, he also learned it out of interest. Perhaps it was because of the latent memory of the past that made him master the snake language very quickly.

Tom is worried...

"I won't," Harry told Tom firmly. "There will always be someone more worried than me, so you don't have to worry, dear."

"You mean, Headmaster Dumbledore?" Tom raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He will not let any external factors or internal hidden dangers harm the children of Hogwarts," Harry said, and laughed himself. Although he didn't know why, but inexplicably, Harry had an indescribable feeling for Dumbledore. trust, "This is Hogwarts, except for the powerful professors guarding here, the defenses left by the ancestors will protect every child, so all you have to do is to study without worry gone."

Harry and Tom nodded, taking Harry's advice to the back of their minds.

"However..." As if thinking of something, Harry tapped his fingers on the table, "We can't completely forget about this matter."

"You mean?" Harry looked at his uncle uncertainly.

"Since the basilisk can be awakened, it must be another basilisk whisperer. If he is a student of Hogwarts, then that's fine, but if it's related to Voldemort..." There was a trace of cruel indifference on the gentle young man's face, He turned his head to the window. Although he couldn't see it, his movements always made people feel that he was looking into the distance. "If it's really related to Voldemort, then whatever it is, don't blame me for taking him as a helper." ..."

Tom and Harry looked at each other, startled by Harry's faint coercion.

No matter what the person who awakened the basilisk planned to do, there is no doubt that Dad (uncle) kept this matter in mind.

A murderous intent flashed in Tom's eyes. No matter who that person was, it was best not to affect Harry and his father by what he did. Otherwise, although he had an agreement with his father, he still had a way to deal with those guys.

"Okay, let's not talk about that," Harry gently opened the topic, "Since you're here, help me correct my homework."

Tom and Harry nodded.

Walking towards Harry's first batch of homework, which he had just collected today.

This is homework for fourth graders.

Many people probably thought that the professor couldn't see it, and it didn't matter what was written on it, so when Tom opened the first parchment, what was written on it made him frown severely.

Harry had probably already turned over the homework above, and he guessed and guessed Tom's reaction, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Write whatever you need to write, and teach Harry by the way, the homework of the fourth grade will not be difficult for you, I have confidence in you." He said with a smile, then took a plate of snacks and sat aside, with a book on his lap Book, he read a few words in front of the book, the words on it protruded slightly, he ran his finger across it slowly, and ignored Tom and Harry.

Tom raised his eyebrows, is this all for himself?

Harry sat beside Tom, his face full of enthusiasm.

Tom squeezed his face and pulled him to his side.

The homework handed in by the fourth graders in a perfunctory manner was handed over to Tom and Harry by Harry in a perfunctory manner. In fact, it could not be called perfunctory, because he knew that Harry and Tom's homework was more than enough for even the seventh graders. , that is, Harry will be a little hesitant, but with Tom around, everything can be resolved.

The difference was that if it was Harry who was correcting the homework, he would give pointers very gently, even if the homework written by the other party could only be described as a mess from beginning to end.

And for Tom...

Harry, who was "reading a book", listened to the discussion between Tom and Harry, smiled slightly, and turned the pages of the book lightly.

A few days later, in the fourth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry told all the students that students who did not get an A in the homework need to re-submit the homework, this time not in terms of length, but in terms of " Zhang" to count.

Harry said that because his first homework assignment was very simple, but everyone's grades made him very dissatisfied, so he asked everyone to submit a new homework.

When he said this, he was very gentle, without any look of anger, and most people didn't take it seriously.

But when the homework was sent out, everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the parchment with more comments than homework content.

The merciless accusations and comments on the above made everyone break out in cold sweat. During the period, there were many people who sneaked a few glances at the gentle smile of their professors. Sometimes, people can't help but break out in a cold sweat, and the comments on it, people can't help but think of their potion class professor.

No, even the language arts above are better than Professor Snape's, which makes people's hands tremble.

Those who were lucky enough to see the above comments were instantly speechless.

The comments on it were accurate and overbearing. Many people thought that the person who corrected their homework should be a professor who graduated from Slytherin. It is impossible for people to pick out any mistakes, and even after reading the above comments, people feel that they should not get such a "high" grade, but should get a "P".

In the entire fourth year, no more than ten people got A, of which Ravenclaw accounted for as many as seven, and the rest were divided equally by the other three colleges.

The whole classroom sighed.

Listening to the sighs of these people, Harry chuckled and shook his head.

In fact, if he came to correct the homework, he would not be so strict, but he handed it over to Tom. Since Tom wanted to be stricter, he would not blame his son.

After all, everything Tom and Harry did was for him.

"Okay, now take your homework back, we should have class, dear children, I don't want your grades to be so miserable when I assign homework next time."

Harry didn't comment too much on their homework, but smiled and asked his students to open their books.

Today will be another happy day, he thought.

The author has something to say: It is said that I was ill for half a month in September, and then the doctor asked me to check my kidneys after checking my throat, and then said that I suspected that I had an appendix, and said that I had been having repeated fevers and stomach discomfort. I can’t eat it because of my stomach problem. By the way, let me check my liver function. I will definitely follow what he said. Soon I will have problems with all my organs/organs. I always think that one day there will be a Taoist priest Will you just open your mouth and say something like "I see Your Excellency's seal is black, and there is a faint disaster of blood" ←_←.

So in the end, I suspected that the doctor was actually sick, so I stopped going to the hospital.

☆, puzzled

"I heard that our fourth graders have suffered a heavy blow today?" Dumbledore said with a smile as he put a piece of steak into his mouth on the teacher's seat.

That's right, the deadline for the homework assigned by Harry this time was not as long as the first time, which led to the fact that after Harry's class ended today, the fourth grade students who had no class basically flocked to the library.

This is the first time that a large number of Gryffindors appeared in the library when the final exam was not due.

Partly because Harry's assignments are demanding, and partly because many people are intimidated by the comments on the assignments.

No one wants the next homework to be handed out with more comments than content, and even the ten people who got A's on the homework have a terrible amount of scarlet letters.

The Slytherin students were alright, they were probably used to speaking in this way, but their poor grades made them very dissatisfied.

Slytherins naturally do their best to do their best, so such a low score this time made them all frown.

Ravenclaw has always been thirsty for knowledge. Part of the reason their grades are not high this time is that they have written in what they are not sure about. Tom and Harry have benefited a lot. After consulting Harry, Tom After pondering for a long time, I wrote the comments and then the grades. Among the four colleges, it can be said that Ravenclaw got the highest average grade.

And if someone collects the scores of the four colleges and counts them, they will find that the one with the lowest average score is not Gryffindor, who seems to be "unlearned and incompetent", but Slytherin, who is calm and stable.

It's not that Tom is specifically targeting Slytherin, but he was born in Slytherin, and as the head of the whole year, he has strict requirements on everyone, so when correcting Slytherin's homework, he will naturally compare the requirements with others College goes up a notch.

A large number of students appeared in the school library together, and Gryffindor and Slytherin did not quarrel when they met together, which is simply jaw-dropping.

The principal soon found out about it.

So during dinner at night, he raised the topic with Harry through Snape.

"Reading more books can enrich the mind." Ha