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The creepy hiss, he had heard it countless times from the Dark Lord, and he was worried for Harry's safety at the moment.

"It's okay, burn it!" Harry paused, and then began to wrestle control of the basilisk from Riddle again.He didn't know how long he could last, and now everything was left to fate.

In fact, Snape was also working very hard. Casting this kind of black magic without a wand made him even weaker after being tortured, but the black flames around the notebook were still gradually increasing, changing from a thin line of fire to a There was a flame, and then the flame became more and more active, and finally no one needed to manipulate it, and happily devoured the diary

Riddle suffered a huge blow there, his howling became more and more piercing, gradually unable to compete with Harry for control of the basilisk.Without his trouble, Harry finally took full control of the basilisk, and ordered it to return to its lair and not to kill any more.

The basilisk was the same as when it came, stinging and wagging its tail and walked away. Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and sat weakly in Snape's arms, and the hand covering his eyes slipped down.

"He's going to die?" Snape also understood the relationship between the diary and Riddle at this time, looking at the diary that was gradually shrinking in the black flames, he asked Harry softly.

Harry nodded, he didn't even have the strength to speak now, he could only tell Snape with his smile that we're safe.

"I think it's the basilisk that turned the students into petrification? The demon king created by the diary released it to scare the students." Snape leaned against the stone statue to take a breath, stroked Harry's hair, and slowly speak slowly.

Harry nodded. Snape was no less knowledgeable than Hermione. Since Hermione in her previous life could deduce this truth, then of course Snape who heard the appearance of the basilisk could also deduce it.

What Snape was still saying, Harry could no longer hear clearly.The massive blood loss had already made him dizzy, not to mention the use of excessive spells and Parseltongue, he wanted to sleep very much now.

What's more, if he is not asleep or comatose, how can he answer Snape's so many whys?

Don't faint when it's time to faint.

83. I hate...

When Harry woke up, he found a circle of people beside his bed, besides relatives and friends such as Hermione, Neville, and Sirius, there was also the person he didn't want to see at the moment, Albus Dumbledore profitable.

"Harry, you're awake." Hermione was the first to spot Harry's eyes open, and she gave Harry a suffocating hug as if she hadn't seen her in years, and Neville rubbed Rubbing his eyes with a look of joy, only Sirius stood beside him unhappily and did not move, as if he was angry with someone.

"Hi," Sure enough, after finishing a major event, how to explain it is always the most troublesome, Harry shrinks into the quilt, really wishing to faint again... But, no matter how many times he faints, When you wake up, you always have to explain. Sooner or later, you can’t escape, so you have to face it.

"Miss Granger, since you insist on not leaving until Harry wakes up, can you go back to the auditorium temporarily? I think you can come to see him after lunch, after all, he may need to rest more at this time For a while." Dumbledore's voice was both unexpected and expected, but in fact he wanted to clear the scene and interrogate himself.

Sure enough, after the others had left, Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at him through the half-moon lenses, and Harry felt a lot of pressure from his real eyes, even more terrifying than facing Voldemort.

"Harry, do you have anything to tell me?" Dumbledore said gently, his gaze made Harry want to reveal everything, but he resisted the urge, grabbed the quilt and lowered himself head, "I'm sorry."

"You should really feel sorry, because you did something very dangerous!" Dumbledore conjured up an armchair, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him sternly but lovingly, that kind of gaze made people feel ashamed, " When Severus was sober, he told me about what happened to you, and when you encountered that danger, you should report to other teachers in time instead of following impulsively. You almost never came back gone."

"I'm sorry, but I saw that Professor Snape's expression was completely wrong at that time, he didn't look like him anymore, so I was very curious, I thought there would be no danger if there were teachers, after all, they are all you believe Hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that Snape's narration seemed to be reserved, making Dumbledore think that all he had done was follow along .

Hearing Harry say that he thought professors were trustworthy, Dumbledore showed guilt, "It's my fault, I should be more cautious in choosing teachers, but don't worry, I I will never allow others to interfere with the school's academic affairs." Dumbledore sighed, and then turned to Harry with a very firm gaze, "But Harry, I want you to promise me that this kind of thing will happen again next time , you must seek help from other professors first, instead of following yourself. If the house elves hadn't discovered you this time and got you out, things would have been unimaginable."

"House elves?" Harry was a little confused. What's the matter with house elves?

"Okay, take a good rest first, I have to explain the petrification incident to the parents. Thanks to you and Snape who found the murderer, this matter is much easier than we originally planned." Dumbledore has always But it was enough to ask the questions he asked. He never liked to explain where Harry was confused.

"Where is Professor Snape?" Harry hurriedly asked Dumbledore when he was about to leave.

"Oh, he's right next to you, didn't you notice?" Dumbledore blinked, then hurried back to his office to write back to the owl.

by my side?Harry looked at the handwriting exercise next to him, and when everyone was gone, he lifted the quilt and stood up, opened the curtain, and saw Snape lying there quietly.

It was the first time for Harry to see Snape so defenseless, with black hair scattered on the pillow, his haggard face as fragile as white paper, and his brows were deeply frowned even in sleep And the lips that were always pursed in a straight line and showing a demeanor of being thousands of miles away from others no longer had that frightening feeling, and it was replaced by something else.Harry couldn't tell what it was.

He must be exhausted from all the Cruciatus Curse and using that black magic.Harry thought so in his heart, and then called "Professor" in a low voice. After making sure that he was really asleep, he carefully stretched out his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows.

This person never seems to be at ease.

Also, it looks lonely.

It was very quiet in the medical wing, except for the two of them, there were only a few children who had been petrified into statues.Looking at Snape lying there alone, Harry suddenly felt a little sad.Everyone has someone by their side when they are sick, whether it is family or friends, there are always so many people by their side to ask about their situation and pray for them to get well soon.But there was only Snape, and while he was lying here, no one cared or asked, he was alone with nothing.

No, he still has me.

Harry held Snape's hand under the quilt, looked around, made sure that no one was there, then quickly closed the curtain on his side, and then climbed onto Snape's bed from this side.

The beds in the medical wing are generally single beds, which are not very wide, and it is difficult to accommodate two people, but fortunately, Harry is thin and Snape is of a standard build, so he can barely lie down.After struggling for a long time, Harry finally found a comfortable seat in Snape's arms, then put Snape's hand on his waist, then hugged him and closed his eyes again.

Sure enough, I felt a lot more at ease.

**

When Harry woke up again, the first thing he saw was a pair of emotionless obsidian eyes.

"Ah," just woke up and saw this kind of thing, Harry didn't react for a moment, was startled a little, and almost fell off the bed, thanks to a powerful big hand that stopped him from behind and pushed him to the ground. Pushed inside the bed.

"Professor, good evening." Looking at Snape whose face was almost as black as his robe, Harry smiled obediently and greeted him harmlessly.

"Potter, can you explain why you appeared on my bed?" Snape said through gritted teeth, "or is it that Hogwarts' funds are so tight that they can't even pay for an extra bed?"

"I, I, Professor," Harry shrank his neck, trying to retreat, but Snape's hand was behind his back, and he had no way to escape.

"I climbed up by myself." Facing his anger, Harry could only blink innocently, "Because I'm so scared, I always feel that I can only feel that you are alive if I lie next to you."

What Harry said was kind of pathetic, but also kind of sincere, reminding Snape of the way he looked at him in the underground chamber, the kind of unscrupulous concern and unreserved trust, damn it, he let him again Feeling defeated.

Snape didn't speak, just let go, and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling expressionlessly, trying to pretend that Harry Potter wasn't by his side.

When he was a student, Snape, like many people, had the experience of accidentally getting sick and having to stay here.During a large-scale influenza outbreak,