[HP] warm

Pu dragged back to the dungeon, and just when he thought he might be the first wizard to die from a sore tail, the dungeon finally arrived.When he was thrown onto the carpet by Snape like a bunch of rags, Harry couldn't tell which was more terrifying, being caught by Voldemort or being rescued by Snape. To be honest, his lower body has completely lost consciousness now. up.

"Change back, and then explain what you did there today." Just as the dizzy Harry was considering whether Snape would turn him into a cat fur mat if he spit on the carpet, a pair of huge leather shoes appeared on his nose Harry couldn't help shivering at Snape's icy voice.

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"I got lost on the third floor and walked into that office by mistake. When I was about to go out, I didn't expect Professor Quirrell to come in. You know, I dare not let people find out that I can become a cat , so I secretly hid under the cabinet, planning to go out when he left." Harry swallowed his saliva here, expressing some apprehension appropriately, "But I didn't expect Professor Quirrell to take off the scarf, and then , A human face appeared on the back of his head." Harry, who had returned to his adult form, sat on the carpet in embarrassment, and reported his "experience" to Snape.

"Human face!" Snape heard this description, his hand jumped unconsciously, and the cup he was holding fell to the ground and shattered into shards, but at this time he didn't notice this detail, he just looked at Harry with a serious expression. She stared at him intently, "You didn't lie?"

"Of course, professor, that kind of horrible scene would never appear in the worst nightmare. How could I make up such a lie! I was really scared by him at the time." Harry looked at Sneaker secretly Pu's face, he was obviously lost in his own thoughts, and didn't notice Harry's little movement, so Harry bravely continued, "Then, I heard Professor Chino calling the back of his head Master, and said I want to ask you about the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Master." Snape couldn't sit still when he heard this word, he stood up and paced back and forth, muttering non-stop.Harry knew that he had already figured out who the master was, so he didn't speak anymore, just sat there silently rubbing his waist.

Although Snape gave him a bottle of raw bone water to heal his waist, the numbness was still very uncomfortable.

Snape stopped abruptly, looked at the crown placed on the table by Harry, and asked him sternly, "So you stole this back?"

"It's taking, not stealing." Harry emphasized the justice of his actions, "I heard Quirrell call this the Ravenclaw crown, it belongs to Ravenclaw, not Professor Quirrell, Professor Quirrell Stolen it from Ravenclaw."

Anyway, there was a door covering it at the time, Snape didn't see his little movements in the room clearly, and Harry pretended not to know that the Ravenclaw crown was completely stress-free.

"So you took it back and planned to return it to its original owner? What a Gryffindor with a sense of justice!" Snape smirked and raised his eyebrows, his face full of sarcasm.

"No, that's not the case. I took it away when I heard Professor Quirrell's master say that he needed the crown." Harry said pretending to be innocent, "The guy who sticks to the back of someone's head must be Not a good person, I feel that he is dangerous, and, moreover, he wants to harm you."

"So I still have to thank you? The famous Harry Potter is so concerned about my safety?" Snape smirked, and suddenly approached Harry's face and shouted angrily, "Don't mind your own business , How many times have I warned you not to meddle in your own business!"

"Professor, I didn't, it's not my fault, it moved up to my nose on its own initiative." Harry was frightened by Snape's approaching face and sat down on the ground, looking at him with tears in his eyes, crying, " I just suddenly turned into a cat again, and I wanted to come to you to ask what to do, who would have thought that I would get lost on the third floor. It's so scary there, and I don't want to go there."

No need to pretend this time, the pain from the tailbone hitting the floor was enough for Harry to successfully muster sincere tears.

Snape rubbed his swollen and aching temples, wondering why he would meet this savior everywhere, and every time he met him, he would be in trouble.But it was obviously inappropriate to think about this issue at this time. He picked up the crown, told Harry to stay where he was, and went to Dumbledore's office through the fireplace.

"Professor, it's about the crown," Harry yelled, afraid that he would speak out.

"I would say it was an illegal item confiscated from a student." Snape twitched the corner of his lips, then dropped the sentence and disappeared into the fireplace. "This is the best." Harry lay relaxed on the office carpet, so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

I don't know when it started, but he and Snape gradually developed a tacit understanding of mutual trust.Harry knew that Snape didn't like him, but he also knew that this man was absolutely reliable, so many times he instinctively trusted this man who didn't look friendly at all.It is not suitable for him to hand over the Horcrux to Dumbledore, so let him go, hoping that this move can win him more favor from Dumbledore.At the same time, with Dumbledore's wisdom, it should be easy to see the secret of Ravenclaw's crown.With this reminder, I believe they will realize the existence of the Horcrux sooner.

This is the end of my mission, and the next thing, as Snape said, I leave it to the teachers.Harry fell asleep on the carpet smiling.

That day Snape didn't return to the cellar until early in the morning, and he woke up Harry, who was snoring on the carpet, with his unceremonious kick, telling him to go back to his lion's den.Harry looked at the man's excitement that couldn't even hide the dark circles under his eyes, and knew that there was nothing to worry about about the Ravenclaw crown, so he didn't care about the big shoe print on his back, and happily crawled back to Granville. Fundor Tower.What moved him was that he saw Ron sleeping on the sofa in the common room below.

"You didn't come back all night, we were worried about you." Ron followed him back to the bedroom sleepily, "Hermione would have to wait, but she's a girl, so I persuaded her to go back, but I Promise him that you will leave her a message when you come back."

"It's okay, you go to sleep, I'll let another girl give her a message." Harry rubbed Ron's head, although he was taller than himself, but he looked at him yawning , Harry still had the feeling that he was talking to little James.

"Hmm." Ron, who was not awake at all, stuffed himself obediently into the quilt, muttering, "You must tell Hermione, or she will kill me..."

Harry successfully explained why he was late that day by using the excuse of helping Dumbledore with errands.The little lions of Gryffindor's trust in Dumbledore reached a blind point, and no one could ask Dumbledore for proof, so they easily believed it, so Harry's life was After a brief turmoil, calm was quickly restored.A few days later, when Dumbledore announced that they had recovered the Ravenclaw crown and put it in the third-floor display room as a Ravenclaw relic, Harry, like the other students, responded enthusiastically. Applause, and go to visit with great interest.Looking at the shiny crown that had been rubbed, Harry knew that the traces of black magic had been eliminated. Thinking that Voldemort, who was so close at hand, had to look at the crown every day, Harry suddenly speculated maliciously about his mood. coming.Faced with this kind of provocation from Dumbledore, it is estimated that even if Voldemort is a saint, he can't sit still.

But then the Sorcerer's Stone was no longer his focus. Dumbledore was concerned about those things, and Harry was thinking about other things.After some twists and turns, he finally gave Professor McGonagall the scabbard filled with the water of life and death, as a gift from her for giving him a broomstick.The water of death that Scabbers drank was concocted by his former owner Ron. When Harry couldn't buy similar potions, Ron, who aimed to become a profitable potion master, secretly used the leftover potion materials in class to help Harry. Harry made the potion.As the first bottle of potion he brewed independently, Ron said proudly that not a single drop should be wasted, so he poured it all into Scabbers' stomach with a more positive attitude than Harry's. Neville saw their actions Then he clutched his pockets nervously, for fear that the next poor victim would be his own Laifu.

Professor McGonagall received a stunned mouse with a bow tie after class. Although she was a little surprised by this gift, she accepted it happily seeing Harry's watery eyes, and patiently listened to the cub's nagging. How about Banban, I hope Professor McGonagall can take care of it according to his habits.

"Professor McGonagall, Scabbers is a very clever mouse. When Ron was about to pass him on to me, he acted personally excited. And he always listened quietly every time we talked, as if completely Can understand what we're talking about." Harry said with a shy smile, "I know it's kind of silly to treat a mouse like a human being."

Professor McGonagall's expression became serious when he heard it, "You mean, this mouse has lived for ten years?"

"Yes, Ron said that this mouse almost came to the mysterious person's house after he disappeared, and stayed for ten years. This is really amazing for the lifespan of a mouse, isn't it?" Harry said in a kind of