When the savior is no longer the savior

: "Harry, are you unwell?"

"No." Harry now realized that he was really dizzy, "I'm fine, maybe I've just been blown by the cold wind, ma'am." Then he turned to Mr. Del, "Sir, I'm sure I can do the job well .”

Mr. Dell turned his eyes to Mrs. Cleary.

Mrs. Cleary smiled and nodded: "Although this child makes mistakes occasionally-it is inevitable-but he has always been relatively stable."

Mr. Del was a bit reluctant: "Well, Mr. Xiao, the newspapers I will give you later are free, but my director hopes that they will be circulated to the maximum extent, so I hope you will ring and I will give you the newspapers later." The door of every house in the block-well, let me check the range..."

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "The end is at Privet Drive, and the beginning is... well, that's right, the beginning is at Spider's End!"

"Spider?—" Harry almost blurted out.

"Spider's End." Del looked at Harry, "Is there a problem?"

"Ravens?" Mrs. Cleary frowned slightly in cooperation.

"Of course..." Harry opened and closed his mouth, "—of course, no problem." He said dryly, "No problem, sir."

Severus Snape

Spider's End Lane is not an elegant residence, no doubt, the river flowing with dirty liquid, the overgrown weeds beside the river, the garbage everywhere, the old loose railings, and the rows of bricks that should have been eliminated long ago house.

With a pile of newspapers in his arms, Harry walked down the streets of Spider's End with a heavy heart.

He felt that he made a mistake—yes, he was wrong, he shouldn't have agreed at all, Merlin, how the hell is he going to face Professor Snape?Knock on the door politely and say to him, 'Hello, professor, you probably don't know me anymore, I'm the young man who had a little mistake with you last night, and I'm here to disturb you now because I want you to get a newspaper... '

God, can you be more stupid!

thought Harry desperately, and then forced himself to think better of it - yes, at least, Professor Snape doesn't recognize him now, does he?He had carefully administered the aging potion before going to Godric's Hollow - it literally saved his life!

It never occurred to Harry that he would not be where he was now if he hadn't used the aging potion.

The tall chimneys were like road signs. Harry, who was trying his best to dawdle, looked up, and suddenly found that he could already see the house in the alley—the house he stumbled out of yesterday in the dark. .

He gasped for an instant, and Harry's heart was filled with panic and bewilderment. He almost subconsciously touched the wand hidden in his sleeve, seeking a kind of spiritual support, and then, the moment he touched the wand, , or it was a blessing to the soul, Harry raised his hand instinctively, and waved his wand subtly and slightly.

Detection spell!

All kinds of brilliance disappeared in a flash, Harry watched intently, and slowly showed a big smile: "Expel the Muggle Curse!"He should have known!

——How could someone like Professor Snape not enchant his own house?

Like a death row prisoner who had already gone to the guillotine but was pardoned at the last moment, Harry's mood could no longer be described with tears of gratitude.He let out a deep breath in his heart, hugged the newspaper that was a bit too heavy for him, turned around and was about to leave, but was blocked by two young men.

The tall man on the left bent down in front of Harry, speaking frivolously, "Little boy, I don't usually see you..."

Inevitably stunned for a moment, Harry then realized that he was in trouble again.

Merlin on!Looking at the two people who came up with not so good intentions, Harry groaned in his heart.It's fine if he was drunk yesterday, but today he just came here to deliver a newspaper, how could such a thing happen? ——Still at Professor Snape's door!

Cursing his luck and the chaos in this alley in his heart, Harry knew that as long as he took a few steps back, the two people in front of him would probably remember something important and leave because of the Muggle Repelling Curse being triggered. It was at Professor Snape's door - Merlin knew that if he could, he really didn't want to bother him with anything - so Harry decided to go with the two without hesitation.

What, not safe?

Merlin, if he still can't deal with the two Muggles by now, that You-Know-Who who has gone to hell will definitely jump out of hell again and roar to fight him to the death, just for his There is little dignity left.

Oh man, this idea is really crazy.

The blue-eyed savior wailed in his heart, and was about to move forward when he suddenly heard the sound of the door being slammed open behind him.

Wait, the door behind?

Harry turned around in surprise, and saw Snape wearing a white shirt and slacks not fully buttoned up, waving his wand at the two youths beside him with a face full of impatience and anger that had been disturbed - crisply "Drowsy" and "Forget Nothing".

In less than three seconds, when Harry was still amazed that "Professor Snape would rush to open the door to save him", he saw the dark wand held in the pale palm aimed at him.

"Wait, Sn... Sir, sir! I'm a wizard!" Harry hurriedly tilted his head to avoid the "Forget Nothing" that followed and shot at him, "Don't do 'forget nothing' to me null'!"

The magic unexpectedly failed, and when he heard the words of the little boy in front of him, Snape narrowed his eyes and began to look at the child in front of him seriously: "Well, well... let me see, the one who came to the Muggle block Mr. 'Little'?" He spoke in a strange tone, and his eyes stayed on the other person's eyes and hair for a while, and then he emphasized the word 'small'.

"Uh, yes..." Harry scratched his hair in embarrassment, "There was a little accident." After a pause, he emphasized, "It's just a little accident!"

Snape glanced at Harry suspiciously, his eyes and expression immediately returned to indifference: "Very well then, I assume our Mr. Wizard does not need help from others at all."

"Yes, yes, of course." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled flatteringly at Snape, "I can handle it myself."

Snape snorted, then slammed the door coldly in response to Harry's smiling face.

Feeling that he passed the dangerous situation safely, and also had an inexplicable sense of joy of catching the Golden Snitch in the fierce Quidditch to secure the victory, Harry scratched his cheek and looked around habitually, in case there was any accident. ——For example, a Muggle just happened to pass by and saw something that shouldn't be seen—but found that a dozen Ignoring and Silencing Charms had been thrown around him, and there was no one around at all.

Harry couldn't help laughing, feeling that he was insulting the vigilance of the most successful double agent in the history of the past century... Well, well, although the other party is not a double agent yet.

"It's not really good." Harry muttered softly, after thinking for a while, he simply ignored the two young men lying flat on the ground, and wandered away with a pile of newspapers in his arms.

His work is not over yet.

——Even the savior needs to earn Galleons and pounds.

At the end of December, on the day of Christmas, the entire roof of the Shengen Orphanage was covered with snow.In the evening, Harry, who finished his previous work and got paid, was staying in the confinement room in the most remote corner of the orphanage—since there was no 'space of his own' in the orphanage, he didn't need to join any groups to avoid being trapped. Harry, who was isolated and would not really starve for punishment, had become more and more keen to appear here as time went by-casting magic, so as to recall those past years that belonged to him.

Although that has made him more lonely like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

Yes, alone.

After a trip to Godric's Hollow, after seeing the lights laughing there, after spending Christmas alone - being alone - at Christmas.

The indistinct lights came from outside the palm-sized window, accompanied by faint laughter, which seemed extraordinarily sweet and seductive.

There was no light in the room, and Harry, who didn't really want to use magic to get the light, covered his face in the dark, trying to save himself from the bad mood.

"Don't do that," he whispered to himself, "don't do that, Harry."

"You can't be so greedy—you saw them, again. They were intact, with their own happiness..."

Yes, your own happiness.

Nothing to do with him.

Harry thought uncontrollably, and immediately annoyed, "Oh, enough is enough!"

You can't be such an asshole, the past is just the past - or later, he can be friends with them... Well, their children become friends, good friends, and then slowly get in touch, but not now.

Harry said to himself again, before lighting up the brig with a wave of his wand, and settling down to enjoy the Christmas dinner that had been set aside - prepared by himself, of course.

Finally, he shifted his gaze to the messy presents on the bed.

This is a gift he prepared for Lily James and Sirius, but...

"Or I could go to Diagon Alley and owl them off?" Harry muttered, knowing in his heart that was impossible.He sighed, stood up and packed all the presents on the bed, but hesitated when he saw the last greeting card lying alone.

"Well, if it's him..." Harry murmured to himself uncertainly, and after thinking about it for a while, he was sure that if it was the other party, then he could accept any attitude - anyway, it was like that before, loathing or hating , he has long been used to it.

After thinking this way, Harry's depressed mood finally picked up a little bit, he picked up the fallen greeting card, and began to write: Dear Professor Snape: Thank you very much (Harry paused when writing this, thinking about how to write , finally decided to keep it simple - the fact that he can't write much at the moment, to Severus Snape) for your continued help.

Merry Christmas.

your

HP

The simple greeting card was done, and Harry's mood picked up a little more.With a smile on his face, he put the greeting card in his arms, and after setting up the confinement room, he opened the door with a spell, and was alone, quietly sinking into the darkness.

It was getting late, and the dinner party in the festive Hogwarts hall was over.

Snape walked alone through the silent corridor, his robe billowing like black waves, and under the gaze of the portraits on both sides, he came to the silver-green cellar.

The Slytherin students had basically left the school, and the deserted atmosphere filled every corner. Even those specially decorated Christmas trees and burning wall fires for the holidays could not bring more excitement.

Back in his underground abode, Snape saw the countless Christmas presents piled on the table - of course, because he never bothered to get a Christmas tree - at a glance.

He walked over, rummaged through it for a while, and quickly picked out one of them—the one that belonged to Lily Evans.

His eyes fell on the signature of the gift.

Oh, Severus!He heard himself say it in his heart, mocking and mean.

Yes, yes, it's Lily Potter.

Porter.

Snape had complicated eyes.Standing alone for a while, he didn't open the gift, but put it down silently, and picked up another one—a gift that was too simple.

A greeting card, still anonymous.

Merry Christmas? HP?Snape frowned and looked at the greeting card in his hand, which was obviously made by Muggles, and quickly searched his mind for the initials or the codename of HP, but there was no result.

He moved his eyes to this simple greeting card: the size of an adult's palm, with a stamp on the back and the address of his residence in Spider's End.On the front was a pattern of green thorns—the only decoration on the card—and black writing in dragon's blood ink.

So, the person who sent a greeting card both ways, wizard and Muggle?Snape smelled the unique smell of magic ink on his nose, and commented unceremoniously on the font on the greeting card: correct, it looks serious; powerful, it seems that there is no lack of ideas and confidence to persevere; and the whole is smooth and freehand, it is a mild person?

For some reason, Snape's mind flashed the young man who spent a night with him in Spider's End a few days ago, with black hair and blue eyes, who looked like Lily... He immediately frowned in disgust, as if discarding something dirty Turning around like a dirty thing, he aggressively threw the greeting card in his hand into the fireplace.

Then he picked up the gift that belonged to Lily on the table, and went into the bedroom to keep it carefully.

Outside, the flame burning in the fireplace rose suddenly, then fell again, and then, slowly, it was extinguished silently in the silence and cold.

Lonely.

Like every night before.

letters from hogwarts

July 1991, 7, no matter past or present, no matter for Harry Potter or Harry Ravens, it seems so unusual.

The weather was rare, and the golden-red afterglow of the evening dyed the land. Harry stayed in the confinement room, taking letters from the legs of the owls flapping their wings outside the small iron window.

Letters on parchment, ancient wax seals, Hogwarts marks.

Harry heard a long sigh from the bottom of his heart, not pure joy, but there was no doubt that he began to feel a sense of "homecoming", like so many people before him, whether it was the greatest White Wizard or the greatest. The cruel Dark Lord, even the double agent who gave up almost everything for hatred and guilt, they all made - at least once - Hogwarts their home.

Rubbing the envelope with his fingertips with some nostalgia, Harry opened the letter, skimmed through it and found nothing changed, then took a pen and wrote an affirmative reply, and tied it to the owl's leg that was still outside the barred window.

The proud coffee-colored courier who had waited for a long time without getting paid pecked at Harry's fingers in dissatisfaction, turned around and flew high with wings flapping.

Harry sat in the confinement room for a while, then suddenly got up and walked outside.

Although every Muggle student will be guided by the professor, he can still deal with Mrs. Cleary by himself before that.

The blue-eyed boy thought so.Unexpectedly, only two days later, the professor from Hogwarts appeared before his eyes.

"Uh... hello." The blue-eyed savior quietly swallowed his saliva as he looked at the impatient man in a black robe in front of him, "Professor?"

Being assigned a task early in the morning, the unstable potion that had been boiled for three days in a row turned into a pot of waste when he was negligent, Snape cast a gloomy look at the culprit in front of him: "I think Mr. Ravens understands my reason for coming ?”

Then he saw the blue-eyed kid obviously heaving a sigh of relief: "Professor of Hogwarts, is that so?"

"If I hadn't been given other tasks that I don't know about." Snape sneered, turning around and walking out first.

Harry quietly shrugged behind the other man, then followed the silent man quietly and walked towards Diagon Alley, which was not too far away.

Entering the bar, passing through the patio, and opening the stone wall, when another world appeared in front of Harry's eyes, he silently lowered his head, covering his complicated eyes.

"Then," came a less friendly voice beside him, "I think Mr. Ravens needs to start buying what he needs."

"Yes." Harry hurriedly withdrew his distracted attention, thought for a while, and asked a question that should be the most concerned question of the children in the orphanage, "Well, professor, I am an orphan, although I usually go out to work, but... May I ask, is there an approximate amount that Hogwarts needs to spend a year?"

Snape glanced at Harry, his tone seemed a little gentle, but there was still enough impatience to be heard clearly: "Of course Hogwarts will have a bursary. But in view of Mr. Ravens' situation, I think Ray Mr. Vince wouldn't spend money and time on something unimportant," he glanced across the noisy and messy pet shop diagonally across the street, "such as pets, wouldn't he?"

Harry followed Snape to look at the past, and the first thing he thought of was the white girl Hedwig he had before, and then he had to admit that for himself now, Snape's suggestion was correct.

"Yes, professor, I think you're right." He said weakly, "Also, professor, I think I can buy some things by myself..." At this point, Harry suddenly felt that his words were complaining before and after the contact. Meaning, quickly add another sentence, "Save time, professor!"

"Make the robes first, and then buy the wand." As if tired of explaining something to a Muggle student, Snape didn't say if he could, and walked forward after simply speaking.

Everything that follows is no different from the last time many years ago.After receiving the bursary from the goblin of Gringotts and exchanging most of his current property, Harry and Snape first went to Madam Malkin's clothes shop to measure the robes, and then Ollivander's wand shop, When these two things were done, Snape turned to face Harry, and the black robe drew a sharp arc in the air: "I will help you buy the balance and others needed for Potions class, as for the rest of the book list," His dark eyes fell on Harry, and he said suspiciously, "Mr. Ravens is all right by himself?—in view of the time you're hoping to save."

"No problem, but..." Harry looked at Professor Snape who was showing an impatient expression, hesitating for a while but he mustered his courage, "Well, Professor Snape, or you can call me Harry."

Forget about other people, but being called Ravens by someone he knew...Harry always had an unrealistic feeling of hearing someone else's name and wandering outside reality.

It doesn't feel very good.

Snape's face turned ugly: "I don't know what exactly caused Mr. Ravens to have this - bad - delusion! But now," he bent down, approached those green eyes, satisfied Seeing the deep black reflected in those clear eyes, it was his own obvious malice, "If our Mr. Ravens has even the slightest sense of time, he should understand that we have wasted enough time , so Mr. Ravens, now go to Lihen Bookstore to choose your first-grade textbook—immediately, immediately!"

He ended the conversation viciously, turned around and strode away!

Harry the Disgusted False Ravens True Potter looked down at the back of the man who disappeared into the crowd in a short while, and cheered up again after less than a minute of frustration.

It doesn't matter, if you get rejected this time, there will be a next time. You have been studying at Hogwarts for seven years!The savior boy cheered himself up in his heart: anyway, he is used to the other party's ridicule and malice - besides, Professor Snape's attitude is much better than before, but I don't know if the current professor will get used to a maltose-like The leech-like, empty-headed, entanglement of little bastards who only let out the meaningless screams of mandrakes.

Thinking about how Professor Snape might describe him in the future, Harry looked strange as he walked towards Lihen Bookstore.Until you bump into someone head-on.

"Oh—my book!" Along with the annoyed child's voice was the crackling sound of books falling to the ground.

Harry took a painful step back: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention, I'll—" He squatted down, trying to help the person he bumped into pick up the book that fell on the ground, but lost his composure when he saw the other person's appearance, "...El?"

Also squatting down, a boy with messy black hair raised his head, his hazel eyes widened, and his expression was puzzled: "You know me?" He looked at Harry, his expression gradually became reluctant, "You are? "

Never expecting to meet in this situation, all Harry's elaborate plans turned into a joke at this moment, and he began to panic: "Uh, I, I..."

Suddenly his eyes caught on the title page of a loose book--the owner's name was written on it.

Thanks Merlin!

Harry praised sincerely from the bottom of his heart: "That book says, I think it's your name?"

Il followed Harry's gaze, shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, then." Then he picked up the things on the ground by himself.

He doesn't really want to talk to me.Harry noticed sharply.

Is it because you hate me? —Oh, come on, you just met!Don't look wronged, he doesn't know anything at all!After a moment of mental preparation for himself, Harry, regardless of the cold expression of the boy in front of him, cheekily moved forward to help: "Are you also a freshman this year?"

"Yes." Il's answer was still simple, and he stood up: "...you too?" When he asked this question, his eyes fell directly on Harry, who was a head shorter than himself.

"...Hey, I'm going to grow taller." Harry noticed the other's gaze and muttered with a little anger and more frustration.

"I believe." Yi Er perfunctory, "I have other things, let me go?"

Harry was startled, and the self-introduction he was about to blurt got stuck in his throat.

"Well, Il, I..." He tried to say something to stay, but the brown-eyed boy in front of him interrupted him slightly angrily: "Hi, I think you should call me Potter!"

Harry opened his mouth.He felt like he had swallowed a weight, and began to fall heavily from his heart.

Or is it just that Il has a cooler personality?Harry tried to convince himself, but he didn't realize that he didn't even dare to call each other 'brother' in his heart.He habitually raised his hands and scratched his hair to hide his expression: "I just thought we met, and we are both in first grade again..." He paused and gave in to the boy who had never had a soft expression, "I'm sorry, Potter."

When the voice fell, it was as if a silence spell had been cast on the surroundings, blocking out all the noisy sounds at once.

Harry stood, looking at the boy two steps away from him, and heard his own heartbeat, faint and almost undetectable, but persisted stubbornly, trying to remind others to pay attention to his existence.

An inexplicable pain suddenly swept over him, and Harry clenched his hands convulsively, not knowing what he was feeling at the moment.

no one knows.

"Il?" The man's voice suddenly broke through the invisible barrier and broke in.

The crowded crowd in Diagon Alley reappeared. Amidst the high and low voices, Harry instinctively looked in the direction of the original voice, and then he was extremely embarrassed by another unexpected meeting.

——those that exist in memory, the hopes that have been described thousands of times in his mind and heart.

——Those hopes that he had to give up, but he could not restrain himself from pursuing, and could never be realized.

James and Lily.

his parents.

Harry felt a little heat in his eye sockets, but he couldn't even lower his head to hide his gaffe.

At this moment, Yi Er cheered, holding a lot of books and rushing straight into the arms of the man who was [-]% similar to him in front of him: "James! You are here!"

James grinned and picked up Il: "All the books are bought? Baby." He looked at the boy who had been staring at him blankly, "Is he your friend?"

The smile on Yi Er's face faded away: "I don't know him. He just bumped into me."

"Il!" A slightly stern voice sounded, and it was Lily who was standing next to James who spoke.She smiled at Harry apologetically, and then gave Il a look of disapproval, but the tenderness and love in it couldn't be erased.

Harry woke up with a start, suddenly having the urge to turn and run away.

He felt that he could not stay for a moment.

But where can you go if you leave?

And where does it belong to him?

Before Harry could act impulsively - or absently -, Snape said in a clearly dangerously low voice: "Mr. Did you just stand in a daze at the door until this time?"

Harry took a step back, his face a little pale: "I'm sorry, Professor."

Snape raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when Lily interrupted with a smile: "Severus, are you picking up new students this year?"

Snape turned to Lily, with anger that had not yet dissipated: "If I could, I really wouldn't."

"Oh, Severus, I actually think you need some interests or things other than potions and that—" She frowned helplessly and somewhat disgustedly, "—."

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing.

James spotted it and interjected: "Lily, it's almost time, shall we go back too?"

"Sev..." Lily still wanted to say something, but the two men beside her—Potter and Snape—expressed their silent refusal, so she could only sigh: "Then I'll go first, Severus."

Snape nodded slightly: "Goodbye."

As he spoke, for some unknown reason, he glanced at the child beside him, only to see him standing silently with his head slightly lowered.

Silence is like sculpture.

The two groups parted ways, and after a while, James put down Il in his arms: "Why are you unhappy?"

"Nothing," El said, "just hated the guy who hit me."

"Oh..." James thought back, "that boy who is as thin as eight or nine years old? What's his name?"

"Who knows." El replied, in exchange for Lily's dissatisfied warning: "El!"

"Hey, Lily, you can't ask El to like everyone. He's a kid too." James joked, "And you don't like that boy either."

Lily glared at James, but didn't say anything more, as if she was tacitly acquiescing to what the other party said.

James rubbed Il's messy hair like his own: "If you don't like it, don't like it, who knows if that boy will enter Slytherin."

"I think he will go in for sure." Il muttered.

James laughed, and the three of them gradually moved away, only the voice remained: "By the way, Lily, I think that boy looks a bit like you..."

The trip to Diagon Alley is finally over.

This unexpected encounter exhausted all of Harry's strength, and he was so exhausted that he almost numbly fixed everything. Harry didn't even know when Snape left, and when he came back to his senses, he was already dragging Push things to stand at the entrance of the London street outside Diagon Alley.

Harry carried his things and took two steps outside. The surrounding area was full of traffic and pedestrians, and it was very lively.

It's just not about him.

Harry raised his hands to cover his face, and crouched down in the pain that spread from his chest to his whole body.

Alone.

reunion on the train

One month is not long, nor is it short.When Harry was relieved from his new job, the time had moved to September 9st.

King's Cross station is crowded every day.Harry left early, so he didn't run into any friends he knew until he got on the Hogwarts Express.

He randomly chose an empty car near the tail and sat in it. Harry opened an interesting book about black magic that he found in Knockturn Alley and read it, but most of his thoughts were distracted. How to meet and talk with Yier naturally, and get closer—or show off your own strength?

He will definitely enter Gryffindor, a classmate with some strength...at least not too annoying, right?Harry was thinking wildly, and his fingers on the book had already crumpled the pages.

Of course, if there is still a chance to meet Ron and Hermione, then—

The door of the compartment was suddenly opened.

A redhead poked in: "Hello—is there any room?"

"I'm alone here." Harry replied, but froze the moment he raised his head.

He saw—saw Ron, opening the door and saying hello, as he had done all those years ago.

The yellowed calendar was opened, and scenes were presented in front of the eyes, as if reappearing from yesterday.

However, time turns and time goes by.

Harry was in a trance, and at this moment, suddenly felt inexplicable sadness.

Ron who walked in had already turned his head and greeted: "There is a place, Il."

The specific name made Harry concentrate. He looked at the brown-eyed boy who followed Ron in, and for a moment he couldn't believe his good luck.

— In fact, it is really hard to say whether Harry is lucky or not.

Because the moment Il walked in and met Harry's eyes, Harry saw surprise and disgust clearly emerge from those brown eyes.

He really doesn't like me.Perhaps it was already prepared, although Harry felt frustrated this time, he was not too sad. He only thought to himself why the other party didn't like him.

Was it because he bumped into him last time, or was he acting too eager to call his name?Or because of this face... Harry thought of the reason why Snape hated him in the previous life, and then dismissed the idea - he looks like Lily now, so he shouldn't be hated by the other party.

The carriage was quiet for a while.

Il didn't sit down: "Ron, there are no seats in the back?"

"Back?" Ron was a little puzzled, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

"We can—"

"There must be someone behind." Harry interrupted Il, "You guys are a bit late."

"That's right." Ron had sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, "You know each other?"

"I don't know." El pouted.

"No. We've only met once," said Harry, too, and then he held out his hand, laughing, "Harry...Harry Ravens."

"Ron Weasley." Ron also stretched out his hand, and seeing that Il didn't have any intention of introducing himself, he hesitated and continued, "Il Potter, a friend I just met."

Il snorted, Harry pretended not to hear, and tried to find some topics: "Well, do you know Hogwarts?" He felt that his words were a bit familiar: "I mean magic or something... I've been living among Muggles - I bet I'd be the worst student in the class."

Harry remembered that this was what he said when he was 11 years old.

"Many people haven't learned magic before." Ron comforted, and then said to El, "El, right?"

El sat lazily on the chair: "Oh? - I don't think so, at least I've learned several spells, right? Ron."

Ron was a little embarrassed, and Harry didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the dining car passed by at this time, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, went out and took out Sickle and Nat to buy a lot of things, turned around and put them all on the table: "Ron, Il, I have never eaten wizard food, they It looks kind of weird..."

"I think I've already said it!" Il straightened up suddenly, his face showing anger, "Please call me Potter—I don't think our relationship is good enough to call each other by name!"

The carriage was suddenly silent.

Ron was at a loss: "Uh...El?" He turned to look at Harry again, "Huh... Ravens?"

Harry stood for a moment, then smiled apologetically at Il, "I'm sorry, I'll remember next time." He paused, "Then I'll go for a walk, and you two can talk slowly. Luo Well, Potter."

He opened the sliding door and went out. The moment he closed the door, he heard Ron's relieved voice.

There was no one in the corridor, so he went to the bathroom at the end and looked in the mirror—a pale and thin boy with deep bruises under his eyes was reflected in the mirror.

A boy who doesn't even look like he's 11 years old.

Harry raised his hand and grabbed the hem of the shirt, he could feel the faint pain in his body - not the pain caused by sadness, but the real pain hidden in the flesh.

——Pay with health.

He leaned against the door, and the scenes in front of him were the only process of getting along with Yi Er.

He doesn't think everyone should like him.

But such an unreasonable boredom...

Harry heard Destiny sneer.