When the savior is no longer the savior

Not surprisingly.His expression turned indifferent and proud: "I think I can tell you that the point deduction in Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday was without reason and basis, and it was not Harry's fault."

"So it's our professor's mistake?" Bridges seemed to grab a life-saving straw, and shot back fiercely at Draco, "'Eternal Pure Black'-a noble ancient pure-blood Heir's mistake? Aha," he raised his voice, "listen, Mudbloods and Purebloods! Has noble Malfoy fallen too?"

The dispute between Draco and Bridges attracted the attention of everyone in the lounge, and no one noticed that a figure walked out of the corridor on the other side of the boys' dormitory.

"You'd better not say those words," Draco whispered, his face twisted slightly, "my mother is a Black, and I am more qualified than you to say that Black is noble and pure, Bridges. But the noble and pure Black obviously won't accommodate a rebel," he paused, and then said quickly, as if determined, "to be expelled—"

"Draco!" A voice from behind interrupted Draco.

Draco turned around, "...Harry?"

Harry came out of the crowd with a book in his hand: "I think we should go to the restaurant, don't we? — it's about time."

"Harry?" Draco looked at Harry, then at Bridges, as if he wanted to say something more.

But Harry took Draco's hand unquestioningly: "Come on, I don't think you expect to be running down the hallway because you're in a hurry?"

"...Maybe you're right." Draco compromised, he greeted Goyle and Crabbe, and then followed Harry and left without paying attention to Bridges, whose cheeks were flushed.

The two came to the door of the lounge side by side, the portrait slid open, Harry went out first, but stopped in the next moment.

"Harry?" Draco asked, and took a step forward, only to find out why Harry stopped - Il was standing a few steps away.

Almost instantly, Draco's face was gloomy, his gray-blue eyes were full of anger and malice, his voice became sharp uncontrollably: "What are you doing here? Huh? Potter, do you still want to Carry on what I didn't finish yesterday? Use that evil spell to make me like Harry again—"

He stopped talking for a moment, because he knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and also because of Yil's almost distorted face and staring at him fiercely.

Earl said nothing.

Draco took two deep breaths, turned to Harry and said, "Harry, I..."

"It's okay." Harry said before Draco, "That's the truth, it's nothing."

Draco seemed even more guilty.

But neither Harry nor Il paid him any more attention, they stared at each other.Il, who was waiting in front of the Slytherin lounge early in the morning, had red eyes, a tired face, hesitating and hesitating.

Harry, on the other hand, asked after a brief silence: "What's the matter?"

Il didn't seem to expect that Harry would speak first, he was taken aback, and after a pause, he stammered, "Well, Harry, I'm here to apologize to you..."

"That's it?" Harry asked.

The 11-year-old boy was obviously more at a loss and flustered. In the aisle where people came and went, he clenched his fists, ignoring the pointing and curious discussions around him, and mustered all the courage in his body to say: "Haha Li, I'm really, really sorry, I know that an apology can't make up for anything, and I've thought about what you said yesterday, but I really want to." Under the tremendous pressure, Il gradually stammered, "I'm really Willing to make amends to the best of my ability, anything - anything, Harry..."

"I accept," said Harry.

"W-what?" Il asked subconsciously.

"I accept." Harry repeated. "Your apology, I accept."

Il's eyes widened. This action made his red, bloodshot eyes even more dry and tired. He blinked quickly and then rubbed the back of his hand indiscriminately: "Harry, what are you talking about...?" He didn't Convinced that he heard the other person's words clearly, "Maybe I didn't..." He looked at the expressionless blue-eyed boy in front of him, and his voice gradually trailed off.

After a while, he asked in a low voice: "You said, do you accept my apology?"

Harry nodded.

"Then—" Il said with disbelief and hope, "you forgive me? We are still...friends—"

"Potter!" Draco screamed uncontrollably, "How dare you say that! How can you - be so shameless!"

Yi Er's body trembled visibly with the naked eye, and a layer of red quickly appeared on his face, and he didn't know whether it was shame or anger.

The whispers grew louder, and more and more Slytherins stopped to stare curiously at the three standing by the stairs.

Draco had been sneering ever since he said that, and seemed to be waiting for Il's return - obviously this way, he could have a good argument with the other party.

However, this time, Il, who had always been at odds with Draco, finally said nothing, and only looked at Harry with strong pleading.

Harry didn't keep El waiting too long.He said: "I think that's enough. An accident, and then fair compensation, that's it. As for you and me... I don't think Gryffindor and Slytherin are right together, Potter."

The moment he finished speaking, Harry clearly saw the redness on the face of the boy in front of him fade away like a tide in an instant, and turned into a powerless pale.

He never felt the pleasure of revenge.

On the contrary, Harry's heart was also heavy—that refusal that sounded indifferent to everyone had an underlying meaning that only he understood.

The college's position is no longer Harry?That's what Potter cares about.

Even Harry?Ravens, until now, hadn't been able to say just "you and me."

He couldn't say the words "we don't fit together".

Even at this moment.

Even if it's just for yourself.

But that doesn't matter.

Knowing this, he will really be the only one in the future.

It would become "his thing".

Whether sweet or bitter.

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The author has something to say:

I fell asleep while writing... Orz, there is still a plot, but I am too tired, so I can only talk about it tomorrow.

Lily and the professor's reaction will be written slowly from the side tomorrow XD As for the climax, believe it, as a story dedicated to ups and downs, how can this thing be less?

Harry's choice

The first class on Wednesday is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

After rejecting Il outside the Slytherin lounge, Harry talked and laughed with Draco all the way from going to eat in the auditorium to sitting down in the classroom, even though he didn't mean to be happy at all-and such unhappiness, at the beginning After 10 minutes of class, it climbed to the top.

A practical course.

A practical course that requires waving a magic wand.

Harry put his hands in his pockets, the palms of his wand were sweaty, and he felt like he had swallowed a weight, and it was heavy from his heart all the way to his stomach.

Today's class is about mice turning into water cups. Professor McGonagall severely emphasized the importance of this class before the class started—it is said that the final exam is about animal transformation. Oh, about this, Harry has no doubts at all. In fact, he remembered Hermione's question about beards that turned mice into snuff bottles.

He cares about something else.

... What he cared about, in class practice, everyone was laughing or waving their wands with a serious face, only he didn't do it.

Only he couldn't do it.

The older witch made her rounds next to Harry.The serious witch, wearing a dark robe and her hair scrupulously pulled back, seemed to understand Harry's question.She asked Harry a few questions with a rare gentleness, then nodded to tell Harry that he had a solid grasp of the theory, and went on to correct the other first years.

Harry wasn't comforted at all.

He was even more uncomfortable. He began to feel that many people were paying attention to him. He sensitively and unconsciously caught every casual gaze, and then became suspicious. He felt that Draco's frequent glances were full of sympathy, because he He didn't choose a remote location so that he wouldn't look so special when he was doing nothing, and he felt that El's gaze on the other side of Gryffindor was full of guilt and pity - aha, pity!There are more familiar or unfamiliar eyes, which contain surprise, doubt, guess, inquiry...

He could hardly contain his irritability.

Harry, calm down!Harry clenched his fists, warning himself in his mind.

Don't be suspicious!No one knows (although it is impossible to hide it for too long), no one is watching you, no one is paying attention to you all the time, this is just your own delusion, it is just something conjured up by your own insecurity... But I could have done my best.Harry suddenly thought.

No no, Harry dismissed himself immediately.There's nothing to say about it, it's unfair, it has nothing to do with the current situation, you just need to know that no one will pay attention to you, the world doesn't revolve around you...

But I can do my best.

—They didn't look at you.

Can be better than everyone.

—They don't care about you.

Better than Professor McGonagall.

——There is no you in their world.

...and what about my world?

What is left of my world?

After losing the magic power?

To spend his whole life in the Muggle world with memories that even he himself began to question as illusory?

The two consecutive Transfiguration classes were finally over.

Harry felt like he had never had such a difficult time again.Exhausted, he almost shuffled out, but the location was not the next classroom, but Snape's office - he had already made up his mind that at least he didn't need to take any practical lessons until his magic power recovered , otherwise he is not sure what he will do.

In fact, he thought he kind of understood Voldemort's idea - that crazy, absurd, but undeniably exhilaratingly cathartic idea.

Oh, understand?Harry, who was walking alone on the way to the cellar, smiled weakly at himself.

This is really the craziest idea, that kind of evil apex scum, how could he talk about understanding with the other party...?

Time was still moving slowly in the gloomy morning.

When Harry came to the cellar and knocked on the door of Snape's office, it took quite a while before he waited for the owner of this office to open the door.

The Hogwarts potions professor seems to be wearing his signature black robes at all times.

After Snape opened the door, he didn't show any surprise when he saw Harry. He simply said "Come in", then turned and walked back to the office.

This business-as-usual attitude didn't make Harry feel better, but it didn't make him any worse either.

Harry paused outside the door for two or three breaths, trying to pull himself together, before entering the office and closing the door behind him.

"Professor, I would like you to approve an application." Harry didn't waste any time and said straight to the point.

"What application?" Snape's tone was calm. He walked to the sofa, closed a thick black book that looked old, took out his wand, and cleaned the broken glass and residue on the floor. There were traces of dried drink, which drew Harry to a strange look - a stain that looked like it was there last night and was just cleaned up now?

"I wish I could stop Hogwarts classes for a while, Professor," replied Harry, returning his attention to his conversation with Snape.

Snape paused only briefly. He pointed to the sofa, motioned Harry to sit down, and said, "Lessons in using a wand?"

"No, all the lessons." Harry replied, hesitating for a moment, instead of sitting down, he just stood there and talked to Snape.

Snape's brows slowly drew together, which deepened the creases on his large hooked nose, making him look gloomy and angry: "Including the history of magic, herbalism, etc. that don't require magic? Even Including potions and Quidditch? How do you want to make it to second year?"

"With the current state, it's meaningless to pass the NEWT." Harry said calmly.

"Is Mr. Ravens going to run away? For all the possible eyes in the academy?" Snape asked sarcastically.

Harry didn't refute, he simply admitted: "Yes, professor, if you want to say that - I don't think I can stand this kind of gaze, and this kind of state, it will probably make me feel so bad that I will lose my mind." He was silent for a while, and then laughed at himself, "Just thinking about it makes people panic."

Snape didn't look moved, but he changed the subject: "So what's next? What are you going to do?"

The other party's tone seems to have loosened.

Harry cheered up, and he said, "If possible, I'd like to look for information in the library, and then..." Harry hesitated.

"Then what?" Snape grasped the point sensitively.

"Then leave Hogwarts and find a way," said Harry.

This time, the Potions Master at Hogwarts was really angry.

It's hard to describe what it was like, because there wasn't even a look of anger on Snape's face.He just looked at Harry, his pupils were deeper and deeper than usual, like two long and bottomless tunnels.He opened his mouth to speak, his tone full of oppressive tranquility before the storm: "What made you think this? What do you distrust? Is it Pomfrey, or Dumbledore, or—"

……it's me?

Snape didn't say this kind of words that seemed to show weakness, he restrained himself with reason, he just felt so stuffy in his heart, and then slowly cooled down.

"Professor," Harry said softly but firmly.At this moment, he no longer looks like a child—even though he hasn't changed anything, "I don't distrust anyone, I just believe in myself."

"You think you're bound to do better than us?" Snape asked.

"Probably not—probably not. But I'll regret it if I don't try, Professor," said Harry.

"So you're trying to get Pomfrey or St. Mungo a cure but can't find you?" Snape sneered.

"I'm just leaving, not missing, Professor," said Harry, adding, "I'll be here for a while, but only for a while."

"No one would allow a child to do that," Snape said coldly.

"But nobody's going to stop me," Harry replied, "I'm just an orphan."

"...just leave," Snape said at last, looking as if he couldn't continue, "what can you do?"

However, Harry replied without hesitation: "Even if there is nothing I can do, I must do it."

The Potions Office was quiet.

For a while, neither of them spoke again, just because they had nothing to say.

"It seems that you have decided everything." After a while, Snape said softly, his black hair covered his face like a curtain, making it unclear whether he was angry or something else, "In that case, So what are you doing here? If you don’t feel you need advice or help from others—what are you doing here? Showing that you’re actually a good student who respects the professor?”

"...I want your approval, Professor," said Harry.

"But my disapproval certainly didn't stop our excellent Mr. Ravens," Snape sneered.

Harry moved his lips, he felt that the conversation between the two should come to an end - as long as he made up his mind, Snape couldn't stop him, after all, the relationship between the two of them was only between professor and student.

However, although he understands this intellectually, emotionally, another voice in Harry's heart is clamoring, asking him to say something, anything-it is an emotion longing for approval and support .

He needs at least one person who can support him, and he looks forward, longs, and hopes to be understood.

at least one.

Such an ordinary impulse forced Harry to speak, and he let go of his pursed lips, with an explanation and helplessness: "Professor, my matter is just a sick person to Madam Pomfrey or St. Mungo; Professor Dumbledore and...Mr. and Mrs. Potter are always just 'other people'. But to me," he looked like he wanted to show a smile, but the bitterness made the smile look unreal. Not pretty: "That's really all there is to it."

This is not a child's topic.

But this kid seems to have to face it.

No no, he's not really an eleven year old, Severus, have you forgotten?That's not his first 11, he'll admit it to you - and he'll bet the brat knows all about that damn name!Check out his attitude towards little Potter and his reaction in Black's class!

Any questions?Even if he is not a real child, but at this age and body trying to find a solution to the curse by himself, he is an arrogant, arrogant, and ignorant Potter!Thinking the world revolved around him, thinking he could do anything, thinking—

...thinking I could handle anything.

He is a Potter.Snape thought.

A Potter who wasn't annoying.Snape was annoyed and frustrated.

He found that even though he knew the truth, even though he was really shocked and angry at the beginning, when he actually saw the person involved, he was not thinking about 'a Potter', but thinking about 'Harry'... …That’s right, whether it’s Ravens or Potter, the boy in front of him—the kid—the guy—is obviously no longer just a symbol representing something to him, but a living being, from personality to A student with a clear and three-dimensional appearance and hobbies.

...or half a student?

Snape hesitated.After all, he was unwilling and would not spend any extra energy on those brainless students at Hogwarts.

But no matter what, the negative emotions that plagued him since he knew the name yesterday did fade away silently, and he even thought, 'Harry?The name Potter' had become empty and unreal—the child was still the same child, the student who would jump lightly into his arms at night, the student who would tell him his intentions and expect his consent.

He was still the same man he knew.

That's it.

Snape was silent for a while.

Harry's anxious anticipation gradually sank, he felt uncomfortable and disappointed.But these emotions were all under his control, he coughed and caught Snape's attention: "Professor, about what I said..."

Snape glanced at Harry, and said impatiently, "Don't expect me to agree to your rambling idea of ​​leaving Hogwarts before the end of this term!"

Don't expect me to say yes before this semester?These words circled around in Harry's head for a few times before he suddenly understood - did the other party agree?

In fact, he didn't think that he could be understood by others. Harry was overjoyed and stuttered for a while: "Teacher, professor, what about the course?"

Even agreed to leave school, what courses do you care about?Snape avoided talking about it, and just said, "The evening potions tuition will continue as usual during this time." Then he paused, and then said, "I'll go to the headmaster to apply for you, and there's one more thing."

Harry, who was so happy, didn't think about it at all, and just answered, "What's the matter? Professor."

"Mrs. Potter came to my place yesterday." Snape said in a natural tone when he mentioned Lily.

On the contrary, Harry, after being stunned for a moment, the smile on his face faded.

"Lily said she wanted to talk to you." Snape didn't seem to notice Harry's attitude, he continued, "She wants you to live in Godric's Hollow, which is more convenient and suitable for treatment."

There was a long silence.

Harry's expression froze, he ignored the topic impolitely and completely without skill: "Professor, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm going out first."

Snape looked at Harry silently, as if examining him, then he nodded, "I'll go to the Headmaster later, until then, you must stay in class."

Harry nodded in understanding, then said goodbye to Snape again before leaving the office.

In the potions office, Snape, who was sitting on the black sofa, watched Harry's figure disappear through the crack of the door.

He suddenly hooked the corner of his lips.

Because of a secret, a secret that only he knew so far - belonged to Harry?Ravens'.

And there's no question that the secret still haunts Potter -- a special feeling, but nice enough, isn't it?

Let bloody Potter worry about Harry's surname for the rest of his life.Snape thought with malicious pleasure.

Don't expect him to reveal anything, "Not even Lily." Snape murmured softly, and he would definitely try to keep this little secret as close as possible.

—for bloody bastard Potter.

And at this time, the damn bastard Potter whom Snape had been nagging about was in the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade, grimly and silently with Sirius.

"Alas," James sighed melancholy, inserting his hands into his bird's nest head after the third cup of butterbeer, "you were there yesterday, and you saw Lily's appearance, she looked like she was going to pass out It's..."

"Actually, Lily was just too surprised." Sirius said conservatively, "She didn't argue with you."

But James was not comforted at all: "Lily knows a lot more about the Potter family tree than I do—in fact, even I can't think of Ray..." He wanted to say 'Ravens', But in the end, I didn't know what to consider, so I changed to the Christian name unnaturally, "Ha——Harry is a descendant of which branch of Potter, and they are all recorded in the book!"

Sirius patted James on the shoulder sympathetically.

This comforted James a little, but then he became annoyed again: "But I really didn't do anything! Even if Lily questioned it-hey, my brother, you always understand my feelings for Lily?"

"Of course I believe that you are almost obsessed with her." Sirius comforted.

James felt better at being understood.

Sirius saw the opportunity and coughed: "James, speaking of which, we have been brothers for many years."

"Oh, about the same time I met Lily," James said.

"I'm not hiding anything from you," Sirius said again.

"Neither have I—I don't think I need to hide anything from you," James replied.

"Then you trust me?" Sirius struck while the iron was hot.

"Of course," said James. "What are you trying to say?"

"I won't tell Lily." Sirius assured James first.

"Huh?" James wondered.

Sirius ignored it: "It's a mistake to get drunk. I know you passed out several times and didn't go home."

"That's true," James said.

Sirius: "Your drinking capacity is really not very good."

"...Okay." James said.

"So, did you forget that you were with a certain woman, after a drunk, that, one night?" Sirius asked.

"..." James.

The Three Broomsticks bar in the morning was deserted, and the beautiful Rosmerta was wrapped in a cloak, pointing her head with her palm behind the bar, dozing sleepily, her blond hair hanging in large curls from her fair cheeks It came down and sprinkled on the clean and shiny bar, trembling slightly with the breath of the owner—suddenly, they trembled violently, jumped up and left the bar as if they were their owners, Waking up from the sudden roar in the bar, he raised his head abruptly.

"Sirius? Black!"

In the corner, James roared at Sirius with fire in his eyes.

Sirius raised his hands in compromise: "Okay, okay, James, I know you are extremely loyal to Lily, I just want to say that there may be an accident or something that you don't know about. After all, judging by age, it is The year Lily was pregnant..."

"So Lily is suspicious!" James was extremely annoyed and aggrieved, "but I really, did nothing! Oh, I'm a man," he said, "I'm sure of that at least!"

Sirius was persuaded this time: "You're right, so—what's going on?"

"If so, what are you and I doing sitting here?" James retorted, "But I think that kid—Harry must know something, you remember his reaction when Il said the Marauder's Map?" huh? Looks like he knows what the Marauder's Map is for and what El has to say."

Sirius glanced at James hesitantly: "Well..."

"What are you trying to say?" James asked alertly.

"Only a few of us know about the Marauder's Map. Let's talk about the child's name..." Sirius hesitated to speak, "Actually, I really won't tell Lily..."

James almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and he said viciously: "When I didn't know I was cheating, was the evidence of my cheating prepared?"

"Obviously," Sirius said.

"Don't forget his last name is Ravens!" said James.

"It's simple, isn't it?" Sirius replied. "The first name his mother chose for him had magical effects, but blood magic has the same effect, and when the Marauder's Map was made," he was a little confused. Confirmed, "The range has been expanded a bit? Added these two magics?"

"Remus is responsible for this." James was a little distressed, "I don't know very well. He doesn't know where he is now... Actually, there is the easiest way." He looked at Sirius eagerly.

Sirius glanced at James, cautiously not answering.

But years of friendship made James no longer used to being polite. He said to Sirius expectantly, "Go and test that kid! Sirius."

"Dream." Sirius replied coldly.

James was a little angry: "I can't face him!"

"You speak as if I have the means to face him." Sirius rolled his eyes.

"I look like the jerk father who abandoned him!" James got even angrier.

"Oh, that's a pretty good description," Sirius half-sarcastically, "then what do I look like? The evil supporting villains in the bedside stories?—those who hide in the corner and wave their wands, distort facts and spread rumors, and use all kinds of An ugly wizard who blocks the protagonist's path of justice in such a stupid way?"

So the two men looked at each other in blank dismay, wilting together.

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The old gears of time creaked and turned.

Just when James and Sirius were helpless because of Harry's problem, Harry who came out of the cellar also encountered trouble.

He was blocked in the corridor not far from the Potions Office, led by Bridges who confronted Draco in the common room this morning, followed by several people, including third graders and first graders , but Harry glanced over and recognized only one Emery—the one who first reached out to him, and the one who was first rejected by him.

"Come with us." Bridges, a tall and burly third-year man, lowered his voice and made a fierce look on his freckled face, "You'd better not try to lure the professor, or I will let you know the consequences Yes! But no professor can protect you forever, dirty Mudblood!"

One, two, three...five people.

Harry glanced at the person blocking him, and nodded calmly - in fact he didn't want to make a scene here even more than Bridges.For Bridges, he just didn't want to lead the professor to be interfered and punished, but for Harry, he couldn't stand his weak side being seen by those close to him.

He is no longer a child.

Out of different considerations but similar choices, Harry and Bridges maintained a temporary peace on the surface. The people led by Bridges walked up the stairs around Harry, and finally came to the corner of the corridor on the first floor—— It is obviously a good location. It is located at the very corner of the castle, which is a small closed corner, so no one passes by it all year round. Even the house elves are a little lazy to clean it. thin dust.

When a group of people came here, Bridges stopped, and a tall man beside him immediately pushed Harry hard.

Unable to keep his feet, Harry staggered back to the vase.

Bridges laughed mischievously: "Muggleborn in the first year—Mudblood, you look very beautiful, what tricks did you use to make Malfoy's little heir obsessed with you? Could it be a bottle of obsession? potion?"

If it was the Harry of yesterday, he would not have taken the other party's words to heart at all - after a slight deterrent warning.But unfortunately, the current Harry is no longer the Harry of yesterday, so he smiled with a hint of sarcasm: "Bridges, you have the ability to say these words in front of Draco."

Bridges' face turned purple all of a sudden, he didn't have the slightest intention of being patient, he pulled out his wand at Harry and cast the Sting Curse on Harry!

Harry pulled his wand out completely reflexively and dodged sideways, but then he knew there was no point in doing so.

The people brought by Bridges also drew out their wands and waved them in a panic. Some people used all petrification, some used their legs to freeze, and some used their weapons to slip and fall to the ground. In addition, the people around him were scattered around him, and it was impossible for Harry to dodge completely. After passing the more harmful spells based on his experience, he fell hard to the ground because of the slipping spell, and then An "Expelling Arms" focused on his shoulder, but fortunately, the spell only hit Harry's shoulder, and it was not very successful, so Harry's right hand trembled, and he still firmly grasped the wand in his hand .

At this point, Harry didn't rush to get up, but quickly put away his wand again without hesitation—he couldn't bear it at all, that one day he would be in such a joke, so fragile Lose your own wand where the tissue paper is more difficult to pierce.

—Even if he has no magic power at all.

Harry's lack of resistance obviously excited these people. They smiled and treated Harry in a cat-and-mouse manner, throwing a "tarantella dance" at Harry on one side, and a "tarantella dance" on the other side. Limbs stand still and stop dead", as for the "tickle curse" and "needle sting curse" are often used, and some people playfully release the curses such as "blazing flames" and "clear springs like water", Of course, no one succeeded, but they undoubtedly enjoyed the fun of a cat facing a mouse-as a hunter, what is more satisfying than seeing your prey dodging in a panic and running for its life?

Bridges and the people he brought were all in high spirits. A third grader who was the same as Bridges suddenly raised his wand and pretended to read aloud to Harry: "Crucio!"

Harry, who was knocked to the ground again by the Obstacle Charm, suddenly raised his head and looked straight in the direction of the sound!

The one who cast the spell was a dark-skinned boy of medium height, chubby, with small eyes like a mouse, and the blond hair on his head barely covered his scalp, which made him look ridiculous .

Catching Harry's sight unpreparedly, the boy took a step back in surprise,