[HP] This deer is not a deer

"...well, well, I told you," Snape's eyes were dark, and he seemed to suddenly become a little weak, and he no longer said so restrainedly, "but it has nothing to do with me punishing you, you ..."

Harry just looked at him, Snape's eyes flickered slightly, Harry jerked his head away, his slightly hunched shoulders.

Snape moved his parched lips, and said quickly, "I said, I warned you to punish you has nothing to do with him, even without him you will still be like that..."

"Arrogant and stupid, because I'm a Potter." Harry bowed his head and said suddenly, as if he had suddenly been touched by some nerve.

"Potter! Don't interrupt me, ten points from Gryffindor! I said—"

"I'm a Potter you hate!"

"Harry." Snape was interrupted, his face contorted and blackened, and he suddenly said coldly, "Another twenty points from Gryffindor, now, get out of here immediately, don't yell in front of me , no matter what you do, you must come here to report at eight o'clock tonight, get out now, I order you."

Harry said angrily, "I refuse! I hate you, old bat!"

"—Get out!" Snape's expression was extremely bad, Harry was suddenly pushed by Snape, and was dragged away from his original position in embarrassment. With a loud 'bang', Harry almost fell and hit the door panel, and the loud vibration echoed on the tip of his nose.

Harmony was dumbfounded.

It was a rare achievement for him to be kicked out of Snape's office - look, he might have completely ignored the old Bat's potion confinement, it would have been nicer at all, wouldn't it?

Harry stared blankly at the door panel which was close at hand.

But this is a bad nod.

He lowered his head, staring at his toes.

——Look, why was he kicked out of the office by Snape in a rage?

He asked a question he really wanted to know.

He also yelled at Snape.

Snape really didn't like him.Harry stood blankly in front of the potions professor's office door. He didn't want to leave just like that, but the closed door in front of him told him exactly that it was simply a whimsical thing for Snape to open it with kindness.

Harry turned his head and walked back, returning to Gryffindor Tower with a blank expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione looked up and saw Harry sitting next to her in a daze. She turned her head to look at Harry, then lowered her head and continued to write the paper on her parchment.

"He doesn't like me," said Harry, grabbing his tangled hair, and suddenly bowing his head, "—I hate him!"

"Really?" Hermione's quill was writing quickly, her hand paused, "Then...then you gave up?"

"No!" Harry blurted out, hastily, "I don't—"

"..." Hermione's throat choked, speechless.

She carefully put down the quill and looked Harry up and down.

Harry scratched his head and asked weakly, "Okay... I know, what do you want to say?"

"I really want to know who you are talking about?" Hermione seemed to be talking to herself, but she was vague, "It's not Snape anyway..."

"—that's Snape!—Snape—!!" cried Harry angrily, glaring at Hermione and throwing a tantrum, "He doesn't like me! I hate him !!"

Hermione stared blankly at Harry who lost his temper. Before she could be shocked, she asked in a daze, "So what do you like about him? Do you remember how much... you hated him?"

"I hate him!" Harry roared, and everyone in the lounge looked at him strangely, but he ignored it and vented savagely at Hermione for no reason, "—I hate it now too He!! There is nothing more annoying than him! That - old ugly old bat! Look at him - who would like him?! I curse him for life!!"

"Uh... so you gave up?" Hermione was a little overwhelmed by Harry's yelling.

"No!" Harry was furious, and he was even angrier when he heard Hermione's question, "No! Never!"

"...So what are you going to do...?" Hermione's expression was erratic, and she didn't care that the people around her were all pricking up their ears to eavesdrop.

Harry was stunned by the question, he stared blankly at Hermione with green eyes, and in the next second, he looked at Hermione with pleading eyes.

Hermione suddenly covered her face with the textbook, and said weakly, "Don't ask me..."

"Hermione!" Harry clung to her tightly, staring at her imploringly.

"You can ask someone else!" Hermione said excitedly.

She really doesn't understand!She would rather he didn't know anything - she hypnotized herself in her heart, she didn't want to know anything, could it be that she was helping her good friend to pursue...that harsh and violent Professor Snape who had a grudge against them? !Hermione looked at Harry helplessly, completely incoherent.

Harry suddenly became smarter, he looked at Hermione wittily and pitifully, lowered his voice and said reluctantly, "Hermione, you know, you are my best friend, and you are a woman, of course you are good at these things —Do you want me to ask Ron? There is nothing he can do about this kind of thing..."

The problem is, even if you ask her, she doesn't know!Hermione screamed in her heart, that was Professor Snape in Slytherin - Snape was not only a professor, he was also the dean!

"No, Harry, Harry, listen to me, you'd better give up..." Hermione was weak, unable to argue at all.

"——I don't want it!" Harry resolutely told Hermione with a decisive expression on his face that even if she handed him over to Voldemort, he would not do it!

"...Don't ask me then! Damn Merlin must have worn the wrong dress, that's why he became like this!" Hermione took a deep breath, trying to stabilize her emotions, chattering almost nervously, she begged pitifully Harry stopped irritating her nerves, "Harry, I will wish you well, I hope your stalking will impress him... Well, I wish you success, Harry, but I really There is no way..."

When she came back to her senses, Hermione turned her head to look, only to find that Harry hadn't spoken.

Seeing that Harry was silent, she suddenly had a bad feeling, "...what's the matter with you?"

"...Will it work?" Harry asked hesitantly, but his tone was extremely serious.

"what?"

Harry said hesitantly, "Stalker...?"

Hermione gasped, her breath was rapid, she, she, she just said something casually!No...Harry was really thinking about it seriously! ?

She was about to open her mouth to speak at once—

"Okay!" Harry suddenly made a decision, and Hermione opened her mouth wide open, stunned.

"You, listen to me..." She was at a loss and stammered to defend herself.

"I see! The old-er, wait and see anyway!" Harry slapped the table hard, stood up aggressively, and roared like a declaration of war.

Hermione was about to petrify, as if she had suddenly been glared at by the basilisk's terrifying yellow eye.

After a few seconds, she slowly covered her head, her frizzy curly hair became more messy, she really couldn't figure out, what important thing did she miss in the middle?what happened?

Had Harry really decided to pursue Snape?

Hermione suddenly felt pain all over her body, and her head was full of questions... maybe Harry wanted to put laxatives in Snape's lunch?Or did they do it because they couldn't find a way to get revenge?Hermione couldn't figure out what was going on, and Harry would suddenly tell her seriously that he was in love with Snape.She'd rather be killed than treat it as a joke forever, and while it wasn't the first time Harry said it, she'd rather not believe it.

To be honest, everyone wants to get it. For Snape, this kind of consequence may not have anything to do with "pursuit" at all.

... This is really not revenge, but pursuit?

Hermione thought confusedly, but before she could recover, Harry said hastily, "Then I'll go back to the dormitory first, let's not talk..."

Harry disappeared from her face quickly, and Hermione came back to her senses in a daze. She shook her head vigorously, she must have read too many books, yes, maybe she should take a good rest and sleep.

Hermione lowered her head and buried her head in the pile of books, evasively deciding that this matter must be false, and then, Hermione frantically threw the book aside and rubbed her messy hair in confusion, she couldn't calm down! ——That's not the case at all! !What should she do? !Looking for Professor McGonagall?No, no, or Dumbledore? ?Ron, what could Ron do - God, what was she going to do? !

No, no, no, she didn't think she could tell anyone about this at all! !Hermione felt that she had run out of brains, or that she should have prayed that Professor Snape would get Harry out of the way...

"I hope... no, by the way, Professor Snape must be able to deal with Harry... yes, yes, don't worry too much..." Hermione muttered to herself, as if she had finally relaxed from self-hypnosis, her expression was erratic Picking up the thick Transfiguration textbook again, she continued to work hard on her thesis, as if that would make her forget everything that had just happened.

Harry ran into the boys' dormitory.

He left Hermione, completely forgetting that Hermione, who was stupefied by him, needed to be comforted... The conversation with Hermione made him suddenly feel a little more relaxed, and he felt that he had made the right decision. At this moment, Harry Compared with frustration, more anger and unwillingness surged in his chest.

Anyway, he won't give up so easily!

All in all, Harry was really pissed off by Snape. ...and determined to make Snape look good!

But... in fact, he would still be worried.

At this time, the dormitory was empty. Harry sat down, and the uneasiness subdued by the annoyance came to the fore. He squinted and remembered another thing.

——Hmm... So, what is he going to do?

Harry began to think hard, stalking... well, when he meets Snape in confinement at night, what is he going to do...?Harry thought and thought blankly, but still didn't find out what to do, he was annoyed, oh...should I go back and ask Hermione again?

He thought for a while, then remembered Hermione's overly frightened expression, and resentfully decided to forget it.

Harry struggled to pick up his textbook, determined not to think about it any more, and to keep looking for the spell for his poor, misty, out-of-the-ordinary second game... and hopefully he won't be overwhelmed He didn't want his treasure to be Snape at this moment, what if he couldn't save Snape?

Snape would have killed him.

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly covered his face with the book, his cheeks began to heat up, and he felt whimsical... stupid.

Snape probably didn't need him to save him.But Snape would beat him up and give Gryffindor a thousand points.Harry was puzzled and at the same time slightly sour, why on earth did he fall in love with an unlikable man?

He kept busy until night, Harry was thinking wildly, he still couldn't find anything very useful, some spells would be fine, but they were too advanced, he couldn't learn it all at once, Harry continued to be frustrated, looked up Clock, it's almost eight o'clock.

He tossed down the poor spellbook.

Time is up.

The heart that was bruised and shattered by Snape's blows, was smothered by Harry and regained its breath again. He didn't realize that he jumped up suddenly, and he took his wand with almost no thought. He ran out the door... as if he couldn't wait to run to give Snape a shameful 'revenge battle'.

When Harry came to the office, he turned his head and glanced at the wall clock, it was just eight o'clock.

Snape wasn't in the office, Harry realized that the door was not closed tightly, so he walked in by himself, Harry looked around, and had to stand still waiting for Snape to come back, he suddenly became nervous, he almost forgot a room very serious matter!

He hadn't figured out what to do with Snape yet?What is he going to do?Uh... have a good talk with Snape?That seems unlikely, then?Then...Harry wished he could think of a perfect way of revenge immediately, er, no, Harry scratched his hair anxiously, thinking irritably, this might be harder than letting him beat Snape!

At this moment, he really had the urge to fight with Snape, if this could solve everything... Harry shook his fist angrily, when the door behind him rang, Harry's heart skipped a beat, He straightened his back, tried his best to calmly open his eyes wide, and focused on looking at the door——

Those messy thoughts were immediately thrown away by him with a 'snap'.