[HP] This deer is not a deer

—he sneaked off to Hogsmeade.

"He did betray them! No sooner had Black revealed himself as a traitor than his master fell. He had no choice but to run for his life—"

"Dirty, smelly traitor!"

Harry had overheard all this half an hour earlier.

Ren never told him these things.

He sneaked back to the castle again. Harry closed his eyes and lay on the bed, pretending to be asleep, but he was actually very cold all over.

Until Ron came back, Harry still pretended to sleep with his eyes closed, but he didn't really fall asleep until dawn.Harry woke up again to find that the dormitory was empty.Harry dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room.There was no one there either, just Ron, who was eating a toad mint and massaging his stomach, and Hermione, who was spreading homework across three desks.

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked.

"Let's go! It's the first day of the holiday, remember?" Ron watched Harry carefully. "It's almost lunch time. I was going to wake you up right away."

Harry sank into the chair by the fireplace.Snowflakes are still flying outside the window.Crookshanks lay sprawled in front of the hearth like a great ginger blanket.

"Harry, you really don't look good," said Hermione.

"I'm... all right." Harry opened his mouth and said finally.

Both Hermione and Ron looked at him worriedly, their expressions were a little hesitant to speak, Harry smiled reluctantly, Hermione looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes, and Ron didn't seem to know what to say, They... don't seem to want to tell him what Bai heard in the bar.

But he already knew, in the case that Hermione and Ron didn't find out that he was there, so Harry was a little angry at their concealment. In the afternoon, they got another bad news--Hagrid was killed by the Hippogriff Wounded Draco Malfoy, old Malfoy sued him.

This made the three of them extremely worried, and Harry didn't even have time to think about Black's matter too much. The three of them sat in front of the roaring fire, slowly flipping through the dusty files, which were all about predatory animals. famous case.They were to prepare a defense for Buckbeak.

Christmas is also approaching at this time, and the weather is still cold.

Every Friday, whenever Harry went to the Forbidden Forest, he could almost see Snape standing there waiting for him.

It's just that Snape doesn't enter the Forbidden Forest anymore.

Occasionally, Snape would be late, but he didn't keep him waiting.

The man was waiting for him, and Harry kept that in mind, even though once they got back to the castle, their relationship returned to normal.

Christmas came, thick friezes of holly and mistletoe were hung along the aisles, twelve Christmas trees stood in the auditorium as usual, the aisles were filled with rich, alluring aromas of cooking, and on Christmas Eve, The scent was so strong that even Scabbers poked his nose out of the shelter of Ron's pocket to sniff the scent hopefully.

Harry received a special gift this morning.

A Firebolt, an arrow—Harry touched him, he could feel it quivering, and he let go; it hung in mid-air, unsupported by anything, perfectly smooth and smooth from the golden serial number on the top of the broomstick. The streamlined broom tip, Harry really liked it, and Ron was as obsessed with the Firebolt and Arrow as he was.

Only Hermione is very taboo about this, she seems to think that this broom was given to Harry by someone with ulterior motives, but Harry is really reluctant, even though Hermione may be right.

Crookshanks' yellow eyes still stared fiercely at Ron.

To be precise, it was staring viciously at Ron's slightly bulging pocket, where Scabbers was shivering. This was not the first time Crookshanks had done this, and she seemed sure that Scabbers had to grab it.In Harry's eyes, she was a cat, and it was only natural for her to catch mice, but it was difficult for pet owners to think that way.

"You might as well take the cat, Hermione," Ron snarled at Hermione. "Can't you lock this thing up?"

Scabbers was curled up in Ron's palm, and it had been some time since Harry had seen it come out of Ron's pocket, and he saw that Scabbers, who had been so fat before, was now skinny and bony, with a shaggy fur It also seems to be coming off in pieces.

"It doesn't look great, does it?" said Harry.

"It's just overwrought!" said Ron. "If that stupid big furball doesn't mess with him, he'll be fine!"

Harry shrugged. He had long since given up trying to reconcile the two of them, and turned his attention to his Firebolt, which he had brought into the common room.But Hermione kept looking sullenly at the Firebolt, as if it had offended her cat too.

At lunch time they all went into the hall, and found that the tables there had been moved against the walls again, and there was only one table in the middle of the room for twelve people.Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were there, as was Filch the janitor.Filch had shed his usual brown coat and was wearing a very old and rather dated tuxedo.

Apart from them, there were only three students: two extremely nervous first years and a sullen sixth year from Slytherin House.

"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table, "we're not many, and it's kind of silly to use those tables from the Houses... Sit down, sit down!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Firecracker!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, handing the tail end of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who reluctantly took it and pulled it.With a bang, the firecrackers scattered like a shotgun, revealing a big witch's hat with a pointed top, and there were specimens of mountain eagles on the top of the hat.

Harry pursed his lips and turned his head to pretend he wasn't looking at Snape.

He and Ron met eyes and both grinned, but they were definitely not thinking about the same thing.Harry just suddenly felt that Snape's look was really, really funny, and Ron probably remembered the Boggart.

Snape's mouth pursed, he pushed the hat over to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his own wizard's hat.

Harry couldn't help turning his head, and he looked at Snape a few more times, until he was stared coldly by Snape, and Harry wisely looked away.

After a while, the last latecomer finally arrived, but Sybill Trelawney just arrived and made everyone unhappy, and she was saying some ominous and neurotic things again, which made Harry very upset Damn, it almost felt like Trelawney was cursing him again.It wasn't until Harry turned his head and saw Snape next to Dumbledore that the haze in his heart slowly dissipated a lot.

That little secret allowed Harry to slightly overwhelm Trelawney's unhappiness.He didn't know when Snape actually made him feel at ease, although more often, Snape could make him uneasy, Harry didn't want to think about it.

Harry wasn't in a bad mood.

After Christmas Eve, until the second day of Christmas, on this day—his Firebolt and arrows were confiscated by Professor McGonagall.

His mood immediately turned bad!

Well done Hermione!Talk to Professor McGonagall!

Harry was annoyed. He knew that Hermione meant well, but he still couldn't help getting angry. It even made Harry bite Snape's black robe angrily on Friday.

Afterwards, Harry also felt something was wrong, he actually got angry at Snape, what's going on?If it was the old bat facing him, Harry Potter, he would definitely dismantle him and feed him to the snake, however... Snape is so kind to 'it', Harry sometimes thinks this way, actually a little bit jealous, just What was he going to do to arouse Snape's liking.

Yes, that's right, it has nothing to do with him!Harry shook his head and put the weird thought behind him, he was just annoyed by Hermione's behavior.

It wasn't until shortly after New Year's Day, when the other students went back to school and the Gryffindor Tower was crowded and noisy again, that Harry didn't think much about his Firebolt and arrows.

He began to learn how to deal with ghost pinch with Lupin.

January has turned into February unknowingly, but the cold weather has not changed.His lesson on defending against dementors didn't go as smoothly as he'd hoped.

When the boggart dementor approached him.Several times he was able to produce a vague silvery shadow, but his Patronus was too weak to drive off the dementors.The shadow could only hover, like a translucent cloud.Harry was exhausted trying to keep it there.Harry was angry with himself, but he couldn't help hearing those hallucinated voices again...

It was only on Friday that Harry could relax completely. Harry felt that only when he was away from the castle, he could ignore those messy things and stroll outside alone, ah, no, he wasn't actually alone.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, there is a man who does not know the truth and is willing to accompany him.

Although, for some reason, it was Snape.

Maybe he really didn't hate Snape as much as he used to, Harry thought, although Snape was still making things difficult for him, mean and annoying.To be fair, he had this attitude towards every Gryffindor, except that Snape hated him so much that Harry started to feel lost whenever he thought about it.

Maybe he really didn't think Snape was so bad now?

Harry felt intuitively that this was not a good thing for him, but Harry avoided thinking about these complicated issues.

Every Friday, he would see Snape in the evening. Occasionally, Snape would suddenly disappear, Harry thought, maybe he has something to do?Every time Snape didn't show up, Harry was alone in a daze and began to feel depressed.

Maybe Snape didn't mean not to come, because he always remembered to show up.

Whenever he thought about it, Harry felt that Snape could forgive him.

Even, Harry was thinking, if he wasn't Harry Potter, if he wasn't Gryffindor, wouldn't his relationship with Snape be so bad?

Another Friday as usual, Harry wagged his little tail and turned his head to look at Snape next to him.

Snape reached out and stroked his head, rubbing it gently, Harry wagged his tail slightly, he couldn't control it, even his ears obeyed subconsciously...it felt very comfortable.

He seemed to be used to being touched, and Harry was even more puzzled when he thought about it.

He turned his head violently, Snape was still touching him, it was really annoying, he was still human, how could he touch like that?And, Harry noticed with annoyance, Snape's fingertips were poking at the tip of his ear again, and Harry gave Snape an annoyed look.His eyes seemed to make Snape understand, and Snape let go of his hand that was resting on his head - the fingertips slid across his chin, and touched it lightly a few times.

Annoyed, Harry turned his head on his hind legs. He didn't realize that he was being stroked backwards and forwards. It was cute to look embarrassed like that. His wide eyes glared at Snape viciously.

Snape lowered his gaze, and kept stroking his cheek lightly without stopping.

— No one would touch someone else's face like that! !Under Snape's gaze, Harry was at a loss, pawing his ears...until Snape's fingertips touched his lips, he moaned, sounding aggrieved and not at all threatening, This made the corners of Snape's mouth curl up slightly.

Harry glared at him viciously, and Snape was laughing at him again! ——Although, it seems that the corner of his mouth is only slightly pulled?

Being ridiculed, Harry tightly closed his mouth, and was caressed by Snape in embarrassment. Finally, he couldn't bear the pressure completely and shook off Snape's hand, turned around and ran away.

Before he left, he glared back at Snape angrily.

Harry felt humiliated that he should have been stalked and fled by Snape - and in this way.

Cough, I was touched and fled.

Back at the castle, every time Harry thought about it, he was so hot that he wanted to cover his face.What made Harry most angry was that every time he saw Snape in Potions class, Snape's dead face was still so mean!Harry couldn't help feeling angry each time.

Snape was always happy to torture their Gryffindors again, and let the Slytherins on the side laugh at him. He didn't know anything, and Harry could only grit his teeth secretly.

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