[HP] This deer is not a deer

Harry took two steps back, turned quickly and left.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for being late," Snape followed closely. "And, let me see, twenty more points for wearing Muggle clothes. I think Well, no house has had marks deducted so early in the term - before dessert is served. You're probably setting a record, Potter."

They walked towards the castle, Harry listened to his words, moved his head, but still did not turn his head, he suddenly quickened his pace.Snape followed Harry slowly, and they finally came to the castle steps, and when the two oak doors opened to reveal the wide stone-paved hall inside, there was a burst of laughter and clinking of glasses and plates. The sound reached their ears through the open door of the Great Hall.

Harry paused, and Snape said behind him, "Go in, don't stop."

Driven by him, Harry strode into the bright hall, decorated with many floating candles in the air as usual, Harry walked quickly towards the long table of Gryffindor, and without looking back, Snape left behind.

As for where Snape went and what happened, Harry didn't care anymore, he just felt that his whole body was burning with anger. Harry went to get two chicken legs and a handful of French fries through Ron, but Before I could get my hands on them, they were gone, replaced by desserts.

"You missed the Sorting," said Hermione, and Ron reached for a hunk of chocolate cake.

Harry mumbled a few muffled responses, and picked up a piece of honey pie.Hermione, staring at his half-wiped blood from beside him, asked, "What's the matter with you?"

He didn't explain, Harry just answered Hermione vaguely, he didn't know how to explain, told Hermione that he had a fight with Malfoy on the train?Moreover, he lost.

It was a miserable loss.

It made Harry uncomfortable and embarrassing, but it was true, Harry even noticed again, his impulse was like crazy, but he didn't think he was wrong!No - that would be wrong, even if he overheard the Slytherins talking, so what, he was found out by Malfoy, he was causing trouble.But Harry felt like he was going to blow up after being locked up on Privet Drive for a summer, and he didn't want to explain it now.

Hermione muttered a few words, and didn't really ask him what was the matter. She picked up her wand and chanted a spell at him, "Whirlwind sweep!"

Harry touched his clean face, and Ron wolfed down the cake, asking him vaguely, "You came in with Snape?"

"Don't mention him to me." Harry interrupted Ron irritably. After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that this was not right, so he shut up tightly.

Ron seemed annoyed by his yelling, so he stopped talking.

Looking over there from the staff table, Hagrid was indeed waving at Harry. Hagrid and the majestic Professor McGonagall always looked very out of harmony. They sat together, and the top of McGonagall's head was only up to Hagrid's elbows and shoulders. between.At this moment, seeing Hagrid greet him so enthusiastically, she showed dissatisfaction.

On the other side of Hagrid was Professor Trelawney, the teacher of divination. Her appearance was still as weird as before. She was wearing shiny beads, wrapped in a long shawl, and her eyes were magnified many times by glasses. .

She is, as always, a liar.With a quick extra glance, Harry caught a glimpse of a dark, shadowy man taking a seat in the corner.

This kind of attention was too much, Harry stared down at the pie, he took a deep breath to persuade himself, look, you are finally away from Snape, you can finally relax... Harry's tense shoulders slowly relaxed, he He calmed down for a while, and this kind of self-reminder made him feel relieved.

But not long after, Harry suddenly noticed that his hand holding the pie was trembling, and Harry retracted his hand carefully, trying to block himself.

No one noticed his discomfort.

"Ron! Don't get the cake cream all over the place." Hermione said suddenly in disgust.

Ron rolled his eyes vaguely, "It wasn't on purpose..."

Harry pretended to be concentrating on eating the pie, and his eyes were erratically staring at his hands... The anxiety and tension in his heart made him uneasy. Harry was thinking about various things in confusion, and messy thoughts kept flashing In his mind, there was still a figure that he didn't want to recall, the person he could see as long as he looked up.

He was very irritable and flustered, but he didn't know what he wanted to do, and there seemed to be an anxious emotion in his heart urging him to move forward.Harry felt the urge to look up, but he didn't want to see Snape.His hands trembled uncontrollably, as if he suddenly seemed weak and weak.

He tried to take a deep breath to control his emotions, calm, calm, he was trying to clear his mind.It occurred to Harry that he was carefully trying out what Snape had taught him.

This reminded him of last semester, and he couldn't find a better way?Harry pretended to lower his head to bite the pie seriously, and the hot and chaotic emotions that were originally surging were slowly calmed down.It seemed more and more difficult for him to face Snape. He felt that whenever he saw Snape, his emotions would explode.Harry listened attentively to Hermione and Ron's conversation, and made himself aware of his surroundings.

"This is trouble..."

"Wipe it off! God, don't get your cream on me."

Harry couldn't deny it, maybe he was sad?Harry secretly warned himself, yes, you shouldn't get close to Snape, you have to become stronger...

Just like the catastrophic mistake he made, he didn't want to think that way, he was too weak, too weak for Dumbledore to tell him anything, and Snape could see right through him that he would step on his feet. He had warned him about the trap he was falling into, but he couldn't discover these problems by himself after all.

They were always there to help him, Harry had felt that way throughout the dull summer.

But Harry looked down on himself more and more for standing in front of Snape like this, maybe it was... mixed with some very personal emotions.It can't go on like this, Harry kept reminding himself in a low voice again, there was a strong longing in his heart, he wanted to stand up straight in front of Dumbledore and Snape..., really, Is a responsible person.

Harry secretly made up his mind.

Seeing that he wanted to do this, Harry stared at his front. These hands...haven't the ability yet.

Harry shook his head and tried to swallow the pie in his mouth, then reached for a piece of chocolate cake and devoured it.Hermione and Ron were still fighting each other, and Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione. At this moment, Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table, and the chatter and laughter echoing in the Great Hall died down almost immediately. .

"Good evening to all!" he said, smiling kindly, spreading his arms as if to embrace the whole Great Hall, just his hand, Dumbledore's right hand - still like the night he picked Harry up from the Dursleys. The same as before, scorched and dry, lifeless.

There was a murmur in the auditorium.Dumbledore knew what everyone was talking about, and he just smiled, shaking his purple and gold sleeve to cover the injured hand.

In fact, Harry also wanted to know what happened to him, but Dumbledore didn't say much.

"Don't worry." He said lightly, "Okay... new students, welcome to enroll; old students, welcome back to school! What awaits you is a new school year of magic education... want to participate in the college Quidditch Students on the team, report your name to the dean as usual. We are still looking for a new Quidditch commentator, and those who are interested can also apply to the dean. This year, we are very happy to welcome a new teacher .Professor Slughorn."

Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his belly in a waistcoat casting a large shadow on the table. Potions teacher."

"Potion class?"

"Potion class?"

The word echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

"Potions?" said Ron and Hermione in unison, both turning their heads to stare at Harry.Harry glanced up at Snape slowly, then looked down again.

"Meanwhile, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice over the discussion, "will be the teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Snape sat on Dumbledore's right, and he didn't stand up when he heard Dumbledore mention his name, he just lazily raised a hand to indicate that he heard the applause at the Slytherin table .Harry looked up again for this, and he finally saw the face he didn't want to see, and Snape had a smug look on his face.

Harry didn't make too many comments about it, so what if Snape took the role?

He can't change anything, Harry has been telling himself that all night, yes, yes, it's just that Snape made things difficult for him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class instead of Potions class, but he didn't have to do it this semester. Go ahead and choose Potions, so he thought he wouldn't see Snape.

This time, he would still see Snape in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Harry was sure that he would not give up Defense Against the Dark Arts. After all, the current course selection may affect their future employment. Harry thought he might be an Oro.

At least, for now, this career suits him well.

He just wanted to be a little further away from Snape.

Then, after some time, it turned out that he was overthinking it himself, and Harry got used to it after a few Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons that upset him.

Even if they met in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even if Snape still made things difficult for him, in fact, as long as he didn't deliberately move forward, they wouldn't have more time to meet at all.Harry was avoiding, he was a student of Gryffindor, and Snape was the head of Slytherin, what special time could they meet?

Nothing at all.

Everything was as Harry expected, nothing happened between him and Snape, it was calm, nothing happened - but Harry was actually upset, not for any more - well, that man, he just As unreasonable as Hermione said, he always thought that Voldemort must be planning something, he kept trying to keep an eye on Malfoy, he would act, but no one understood.

Harry didn't have any reason to pay more attention to Snape. Compared with those, nothing was more important than Voldemort's conspiracy, but he couldn't catch any traces.

But other than that, every time he met Snape, he would subconsciously walk around the corridor and leave quickly, as if he had seen some warning. No one could explain his behavior.He just saw a dark shadow, and before Hermione and Ron could react, Harry had already turned around and left quickly.

All the undercurrents are surging, and their little things are not worth mentioning at all.

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These two days will start to edit the article one after another (so you may see the update crazy, remember not to come, it’s a lie)

Starting next week, the update time will be changed to Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday (three updates a week)

Looking back yesterday, this little sweet article... I wrote it seems a bit romantic (?) (it seems that the tree planted is a bit crooked...) I was a little embarrassing after reading it myself (it’s a little sweet article anyway, just for fun Have fun hahaha, I won't admit that I did another stupid thing)