When the savior is no longer the savior

Then he came to his senses immediately, and swung the spell at Harry extremely forcefully in a fit of embarrassment—it was the "cutting curse".

Harry, who fell to the ground, saw the spell.At this moment, he was suddenly sober and calm.

I can get away with it.Harry assessed.

But what if you get hit by it?What if it hits a vital position, chest or shoulder and neck?

Whether these people will be unlucky or not, but at least they can get rid of the ridiculous situation in front of them... Dodge in a panic, without any resistance... He is like a wild dog...

Just a hesitation of a breath or two.

The light of the spell approached Harry, and the bright colors hurt Harry's eyes.His hands were twitching like spasms, and the nails pressed against the palms, pricking them painfully.He finally gave up dodging, stayed where he was and quietly watched the light of the curse getting closer and closer...

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the crowd!

Harry, who didn't pay attention to others before, only felt a blur before he was pushed away by a strong force from the left. When he was at a loss and didn't realize what happened, he heard a soft "chi" , like the sound of clothes being torn apart quickly.

Then there was a faint smell of blood.

Harry finally woke up.

Regardless of the shoulder and back that was aching from being hit by the big vase in the corner, he quickly looked up and saw Il standing at his original position, with a long slit in the clothes on his left arm, and he could also see The red was oozing slowly - but the Gryffindor lion didn't care at all - he didn't even look like he knew it at all - but raised his wand, pointed at the boy who cast the cutting curse, and said loudly , in a tone full of hatred that anyone with ears can hear: "All petrified!——"

The atmosphere that had been slightly cooled and stiff was ignited again because of this spell, perhaps stimulated by Il's strong emotions, and the surrounding Slytherins started to attack again. This time, they ignored Harry in the corner, and all pointed at him. Il standing in the middle.

El's spell hit the dark-skinned boy, and it worked.

But it didn't make much sense, because even though the mouse-eyed boy was petrified, Bridges next to him, Emery the first year, and the other two Slytherins all hit the spell one after the other IL.

"Needle Sting Curse"

"Tarantella Dance"

"Leg Lock Curse"

"Many Obstacles"

……

The continuous magic attacks prevented Yi Er from parrying at all. He had just realized that he had been hit by the needle-stinging spell, and a second different spell followed. Three spells had already hit him unambiguously.

It took only three to five seconds. Il, who had just successfully cast a spell, was completely unaware of what he could do and what he should do. After being hit by the spell one after another, he felt that he was thrown heavily to the ground by a force. .

There are also enemies behind...?

Yi Er was thinking in a daze, just as he felt that his legs were stiff and unable to move, he felt that he was being tightly pressed and blocked by some heavy object.

... hold down the cover?

When Yier realized what this meant, and saw clearly who was blocking him, his eyes widened, he struggled vigorously, and shouted loudly and in complete panic: "Harry, don't do that!"

"Get up, get up quickly!"

"Bastard, what can they do, get out of the way, evil Slytherin—"

"Please, don't do it, Harry - don't do it!"

El's yelling had no effect at all—or rather, his yelling had the exact opposite effect.

Just after he uttered a few words in confusion and indiscriminately, not only his body, but also his sight was completely covered, and suddenly became dark and unable to see.

The noisy noise around suddenly grew louder.

Yi Er struggled in horror, but the force that restrained him was like two iron tongs, firmly clamping him, preventing him from making any meaningful movements.He could only feel the continuous heat coming from the close proximity of the two bodies and the unusual shivering in the gap—what happened?What kind of spell hit Harry?

Never before had Il felt so terrified.

He felt his heart constricted, he couldn't breathe, and even the world was about to collapse.He hated desperately, he had never hated like this before—he hated these people, and hated himself even more.He felt that the world was black and white, and it was cracked and broken like a spider web, full of scars...

If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him—

In the darkness, the time was particularly long, and the noise outside seemed to be lowered by a layer of glass at some point, making it difficult to hear clearly.What rang out instead was the rapid and steady beating of "dong dong" close to his eardrums, which belonged to another person's heart beating.

Il began to feel dizzy, he stopped struggling slowly, the sound outside became more and more distant, between reality and illusion, like existence, but also like fiction, there was only such a powerful beating, close to His ears seemed to be within reach.

Then, it was all that was left in his world.

It seems as long as a century.

When Il was pulled up from the ground in a daze like an idiot, he found that all the Slytherins around him had left, and this small place returned to its usual desertedness, as if nothing happened. Nothing happened.

But Harry——Il woke up suddenly at the thought of this name, looked forward hastily, and saw the man who had just suppressed—protected—him straightening his messy clothes, walking forward alone, And soon to be around the corner.

"Harry!" Earl yelled eagerly.

Those who go forward do not stop.

"Harry!" Il yelled again. He wanted to chase after him, but his feet were nailed to the spot and he couldn't move. It was painful, and I could also hear my own strong nasal voice...

His vision became more and more blurred, but he didn't even give up blinking, he just tried to open his eyes wide to see the figure in front of him—and then, he got his wish.

He saw the boy stop a few steps in front of him, he couldn't see the boy's expression clearly at the moment, but he heard his voice.

He heard him say:

"Don't come here again."

"I'm tired of you already."

"You'll always just get me in trouble."

When he was completely unconscious, tears welled up in his eyes.

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Double update, over [-], in view of the fact that everyone felt that the last chapter was not good enough, this chapter vomited blood and gave it a big broadcast. The previously promised addition has been fulfilled, and today there should be... more.

于是大家被感动到了没有？事实上我被自己感动到了，咳嗽。于是被感动到的话就不要吝惜评论吧XD，这是动力，么么你们～Ps：感谢以下书友投的霸王票：“2235254”、“m2o0o0n35”、“824063”、“赤凤仙”、“終极阿乖ˇ”、“hexinamnisa”、“xiaofanchen2009”、“5653555”、“sailormars49”、“4149791”、“djl1992kk”、“tj20090339”

Special thanks to the friend Lily Potter who has voted many times, such as Ultimate Ah Guai’s Grenade and Red Phoenix Fairy, sailormars49, etc. Harry walked alone in the corridors of Hogwarts.It's class time now, and the long and spacious corridors are empty, and the winding route makes Harry feel that the journey is stretched endlessly, and those bouncing, twisting, and disappearing stairs are even more so. It makes such a lonely journey all the more difficult.

Harry could barely go on.

The sequelae of being cast around by a group of people just now still lingered on him: he felt that every step he took made his muscles ache all over his body, and he didn't know whether it was caused by hitting the ground or the wall or because he was hit by the curse.There was a sticky and cold feeling on his back. It was the wound left by the knife-cutting curse, but it was not deep. At most, his flesh was scratched a little. His left ankle was still tingling like a needle prick. It was an obvious crutch. The way it arrived... But it's not serious.

Yes, nothing serious.

In his days as a savior, he has suffered many -- many, many -- injuries, whether it was a shoulder pierced by a basilisk's fangs, an entire arm bone removed, or simply He has personally experienced how the Bludger severely broke several ribs in his chest, and even used one of the three unforgivable curses that should enter Azkaban in peacetime, "Cruciate".

Such injuries are not serious.

Such damage is nothing.

Harry could understand it rationally, and tried his best to tell himself so, but with every step he took, he still only felt that his strength was irretrievably flowing out of his body...

He can't go on.I had to rest by the stairs, and then slid down to sit down after a while.

The cold air lingered around Harry's body, entered his internal organs from his mouth and nose, and mixed with the scorching heat in his chest, squeezing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

There is only one thought that comes and goes in his head, and this thought is stacked and blocked in his mind, occupying every inch of space, crowded and reminding the owner of his mind of his existence in the most vivid way.

What should I do if it is really impossible to recover?

If it is really impossible to recover——

……What should I do?

Can he stay in the wizarding world again?

Can he still - have the courage - to go down?

he……

Harry sat there for a while.Then he stood up slowly, continued to walk towards the Slytherin dormitory with his head down, straightening his messy robe - he needed to change first, and then go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment, and then Then……

Harry thought of the people who surrounded him today, his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were cold.

On the way back to the dormitory, it wasn't that he didn't meet anyone.But Harry walked calmly and steadily, so although the students who happened to see Harry's appearance were taken aback, they didn't think much about it. At most, they just gave Harry a second look when passing by.

The password for the week was "power," and Harry walked into the lounge, which was empty of people, just a lonely fire burning in the fireplace.He walked towards his dormitory, feeling slightly relaxed while still being exhausted.

—Anyway, there was always a place here where he could be alone, undisturbed.

However, when Harry actually came to the door of his remote dormitory, his little bit of relaxation and comfort was like soap bubbles in the air, and when the wind blew, there was nothing left.

"Harry," whispered the man standing at his door.

Harry took a deep breath without trying to hide it - but it didn't stop the slight trembling of his hands.He looked at the beautiful woman in her thirties standing in front of him, but she seemed to be favored by Merlin without any flaws. He no longer had the slightest joy and eagerness, but only felt embarrassed and ashamed.

He hated his own weakness.

The atmosphere in the Slytherin silver-green corridors was decidedly gloomy.

Seeing Lily by accident at this time, Harry felt all the heat in his body rushing towards his face, he remained silent and didn't want to speak at all.

It was Lily who started the conversation.The red-haired woman said cautiously, "Harry, I just came out of Professor Dumbledore's and I wanted to talk to you about something, but I didn't know where to find you, so I asked the principal for the Slytherin password to come in." She gradually became more natural, and she didn't seem to see Harry's mess, but just said, "Are you free now? I want to talk to you, and it won't take too long of your time."

"If it's about Charms," ​​said Harry, and then found his tone stiff and secretly chagrined.

But Lily didn't seem to care. She smiled brightly and said sincerely, "Thank you very much, Harry."

Harry didn't answer, and opened the door stiffly. After letting people in and sit down, he handed a glass of water: "I'm going to change clothes." looked at Lily carefully.

Just three steps away.

Lily was sitting on a chair—his mother was sitting upright on the chair, sipping water, with a calm and peaceful expression, as if she didn't see anything inappropriate.

Harry felt a little disappointed, although he laughed at his own naivety-obviously, this was the best choice, so as not to embarrass both of them.

Harry cleared all other thoughts from his mind, took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Door closes.

He didn't see the moment of deep anger in the red-haired woman sitting in the chair as she gripped her wand tightly.

In the wash room of the dormitory, Harry, who was unwilling to keep Lily waiting for a long time, gave up his initial idea of ​​soaking in some hot water for a while. He quickly took off his robe and clothes, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and used After wiping his back with a clean cloth towel, he wrapped it casually. After making sure that there would be no bleeding, he put on his clothes again. After washing his face and hands, he looked the same as usual.

He cheered himself up in the mirror, opened the door again, and saw Lily sitting on the chair in the same posture, but she seemed to be looking at Harry's bedroom.

Harry stepped forward: "Ma'am."

There was a smile on the corner of Lily's lips. She pointed to the textbook Harry had left beside the bed, and said softly, "That's Severus's, isn't it?"

"Yes." This ordinary topic made Harry's tense body relax a little. There were no extra chairs in the dormitory, so he sat down on the bed.

Lily squinted her eyes slightly, her brows were raised, and she became energetic, and the dimples sunk in the corners of her lips gave her a bright and sweet temperament.

Harry thought it was no surprise that James fell in love with Lily at first sight.

Lily said: "Severus and you really have a very good relationship. I remember that he didn't show me at all, so I remember every trace of the cover of that book."

Not to show Lily?Harry absolutely didn't doubt Snape's feelings for Lily, and he didn't feel that he was more important than Lily in Snape's heart, so... the textbooks he got before and the current textbooks wandered around in his mind for a while, Harry saw the real answer: "Actually, I don't think the Professor is like that—I mean, he's what he was then, and he's what he is now."

Lily obviously didn't understand what Harry's words really meant.

Harry didn't go any further. It was obviously impossible for him to tell Lily that Snape didn't lend her the textbook back then because Snape signed "Half-blood Prince" on the title page, but now Snape is willing to lend her the textbook. It was only lent to him because Snape tore up the title page, the one signed "Half-Blood Prince".

Since Harry didn't want to talk about it, the wise witch didn't bother with the topic any longer—in fact, she didn't really want to talk about it, she just wanted to relax the atmosphere.

And now, that goal has apparently been achieved.

Lily got to the point: "Harry, Principal Dumbledore was supposed to talk to you this time, but I hope he will give me a chance." Lily gritted her teeth slightly, "I think Severus may have mentioned it to you , I would like to invite you to live in Godric's Hollow for a while..."

"Sorry, I refuse." Before Lily could finish speaking, Harry refused without hesitation.

This was expected, but Lily still couldn't hide the complexity in her heart. There was a slight strangeness on her face: "Can you tell me the reason? Harry."

"There's no reason, I just don't want that," said Harry.

Lily was quiet for a moment: "If you feel uncomfortable with us..."

"No, it's not," Harry interrupted again, stiffly.

Lily was silent again.But then she spoke a third time: "Well, if there's anything I need, I..."

"Enough is enough!" Harry finally couldn't help raising his voice.Even though he understood that this was the proper reaction of ordinary people, he still couldn't help feeling insulted.

Yes, insulting.

They are relatives. His brother hurt him because of an accident. They kept talking about compensation, and they were also committed to offering something equivalent to him to accept.

It's almost like exchanging something.

...Is it like this, they will have nothing to do with each other in the future?Harry smiled wryly inwardly, then he sighed wearily and bewilderedly.

Or this... that's fine.

is right.

But even though he had compromised in his heart, Harry still didn't want to talk about it at this moment when he was hit hard by someone. He said to Lily: "If there is nothing else—"

"Actually." Lily interrupted Harry quickly. "I want to know, dear, what are your plans? Is there anyone who can take care of you? Like your parents—"

"I'm an orphan." Harry, tired of the conversation, said flatly, "I have no parents."

You don't have parents, don't you know...?No no, that's not enough to say anything.The red-haired witch quietly took a breath.She lowered her head slightly and pondered for a while, "No matter what about the spell, we will do our best as soon as possible. James has already submitted a leave application to the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius will also help James. .”

She looked at Harry and stood up hesitantly: "I'll give you a message as soon as possible... Can I come next time? Harry?" She asked gently.

Harry couldn't refuse.

He silently sent Lily to the door, and opened the door for her.

But the red-haired witch didn't leave immediately. She stood by the door and looked at Harry's face: "Harry, do you remember the first time we met? It was in Diagon Alley, didn't you? When you stood Next to Il—more than half a year." She said in a tone of reminiscence, "I was a little surprised that time, you look," she looked at Harry and smiled, "not too tall, but so beautiful."

"Ma'am?" Harry didn't understand why Lily said this all of a sudden.

Lily, who was standing by the door, unexpectedly put her hand on Harry's head.

She looked at Harry, her eyes were reddish, and her eyes of the same color as Harry's were bright and shining: "You look like another child of mine, Harry."

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So, I wrote a total of [-]...

Thanks to the following book friends for their overlord votes: "cleveryetta", "chenruobinglan", "khbced8103", "lhswl", "Six Breaks and Three Links", "Ultimate Aguai", "sailormars49", "Jianye", "Chi Impatiens", "3280292", "Apis", "hqp1219"

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In addition, I would like to thank Mr. JEN for his long comment, thank you very very much, everyone who reads the article, what does Lily mean in the XDD infinite loop selection question?

For three full days, no matter what he was doing, it didn't take long for Harry to uncontrollably remember the last words Lily had said to him over and over again.

"You look like another child of mine".

What does she really want to say?

Did she know something about... wait, the Marauder's Map?Harry was taken aback suddenly, realizing what he had been ignoring all along.

Yes, that's right, Ill probably didn't tell James and Lily the name on the Marauder's Map before, but after something like this happened, after Ill said that in the medical wing, even if James temporarily Unexpectedly, Lily would not always ignore it, his mother has always been a clever witch...

So the name "Harry Potter" is no longer a secret, so what will James and Lily think when they know this?Harry unconsciously clasped his hands.

And if he was in such a situation, what would he think...?

The intimacy is confusing at first...

A surname that is different from the first name you use, but actually the same...

……illegitimate child?

Harry was knocked out by himself.

"Oh, Merlin..." He murmured in a low voice, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, all the anxiety and hesitation in his heart were replaced by deep powerlessness and embarrassment.

Lily shouldn't think so, right?God, can you be more stupid!Uh... as for James...

Harry thought about it, and was really not sure if James would think so, but then he comforted himself with the thought: definitely not possible!James wouldn't betray Lily, would he? ——Since you didn't do it at all, where did you get an illegitimate child?

Harry was once again given Ray by the three words that flashed into his mind.

"Harry?" It was Draco who came in from outside.

Harry, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner, came back to his senses.It was getting late, and the people in the lounge returned to the dormitory in twos and threes, and the few remaining only occupied their respective places in silence. For a while, only Draco's voice was heard in the entire lounge.

Draco obviously realized this too, and he sat down beside Harry.

Harry whispered, "What is it?"

Draco didn't say anything first, but looked at Harry's expression: "Are you in a good mood today?"

The thing just thought of really dilutes the haze that has been hanging over Harry's heart, and Harry deliberately doesn't think about his magic power, he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles: "The world is not destroyed yet, Draco, it is impossible for me to Let’s try to self-destruct first, shall we?”

Draco laughed because of Harry's description. He leaned on the sofa and chatted casually: "Speaking of which, Bridges entered the medical wing today." He reminded, "It was two or three mornings ago and My normal tall douchebag with freckles, you've seen it."

"Hmm." Harry replied uninterestedly.

Draco added, "There's Emory in the first year, and Jeff in the third year - the one with the fat eyes of a pig and the one with the eyes of a mouse. There are a few others, all of them from different potions. The injury entered the medical wing, and the treatment was very troublesome and uncomfortable, and it was estimated that he would have to stay there for three to five days."

"I did it," Harry said quietly, "if that's what you wanted to ask, Draco."

Unexpectedly, Harry answered so briskly, and Draco was dumbfounded for a moment.

After a while, he said, "Then it's true? Bridges brought people to block you..."

"Yes," said Harry.

"So," Draco was silent for a long time, "What they said, that you helped Potter block the curse in the end, is it true?"

"...Yes, Draco." Harry closed the book in his hand.

"Why?" Draco asked.

Harry moved his lips.

But Draco didn't wait for Harry to speak again, he stood up with a face full of anger and said, "Harry? Ravens! What the hell are you thinking!? Do you think you haven't done enough? Just for that one Il Potter?" His high-pitched voice attracted the attention of those who were still in the lounge, "What's so good about that Potter? It's worth you to forgive him again and again! He almost killed me!" Draco twisted his face and snapped, "He almost killed me! If that spell did hit me, I'd be the one without magic now! Harry, you protect me!" Him? Are you still protecting him...?"

"Draco." Harry stood up too, trying to comfort Draco.

But now Draco doesn't need this at all, his voice lowered, and he began to sneer and sneer: "Oh, Harry, in fact, I really don't know, what is it that supports you to be so tolerant-such a bitch!"

Harry's face changed a little.He felt the eyes of everyone else in the lounge turn into knives, whizzing at him.He took a deep breath and calmed himself down: "Draco, listen to me first."

Draco didn't want to hear it at all.His expression suddenly became vicious, and he cut open the deepest and most carefully protected wound on the opponent's body coldly and without hesitation: "And in fact, I really don't know why you can Protect him, Raven..."

"Bang!" There was a heavy sound, and it was the sound of Harry kicking over the side coffee table suddenly.

There was no sound in the living room.

Draco who was speaking was extremely surprised, his eyes widened, as if he found a giant monster appearing in front of him out of thin air.

But Harry didn't have the time to think about the meaning of Draco's expression—his heart was beating fast, blood was rushing to his face, and he was dizzy like someone suffering from sunstroke—he just wanted to put his fist Hit the face of the bastard Malfoy in front of him!

Wait, Harry, wait.he said to himself.

Draco was only an 11-year-old kid, and Draco was just angry at Il - Il almost took Draco's magic!Draco has every reason to resent Il, you should forgive him, yes, you should forgive him...

Be considerate of him, mom!Harry swears inwardly.

He understood them, he tried his best to understand them-but who would understand him a little?

He was the one who blocked the curse, he was the one who lost the magic power, and he was the one who was bullied like a wild dog—he is the one who is being blamed now!Harry was so angry that he kicked the sofa next to him hard again, this time he didn't kick, but kicked his toes so badly.

The pain spread to the central nervous system, and then quickly turned into anger. This double emotion made Harry say out of control: "Malfoy, you—"

His voice faltered.

Draco's stubborn expression of not admitting defeat was imprinted in his eyes.

It was an expression that only belonged to children, with an expression of guilt and embarrassment to apologize.

...Oh, Harry, come on.Harry was suddenly discouraged.Do you really want to argue with a child?Don't forget how old you are - or do you even shrink in mental age after the temporary loss of magic?

Well, damn it, forgive that little bastard for his viciousness...it's not ordinary viciousness.Harry gritted his teeth and cursed a few words in his heart, and ignored Draco. Instead, he helped up the round table kicked to the ground by himself, and then he straightened up and said simply: "Under such circumstances, as long as I am there, as long as I I've got someone next to me, whoever it is, I'd do that." He paused, "As for Potter... that's between me and him, Draco."

Having said that, Harry didn't want to stay in the lounge anymore, packed his books and went out.

"Harry!" Draco raised his voice to stop the person who was about to leave.

Harry stopped in his tracks, but didn't look back.

Draco watched Harry's back for a while, and said quietly, "This matter won't just end like this. I've already told my dad."

Harry was silent for a moment.Then he said, "That's your business. Draco, it's entirely up to you."

Harry didn't wait for Draco to speak.He left the lounge with the door open.But when he just stepped out, he saw a person standing beside him, and he seemed to have been standing there for a while.

It was Snape.

"Professor?" Harry was taken aback, "When did you..." In the middle of speaking, he realized that there was doubt in his tone, and quickly cut off the conversation, looking at Snape who didn't mean to go in, he brought A little hesitant: "Uh, professor, what do you want?"

"Follow me." Snape glanced at Harry. "The Headmaster's Office, the Potters have found a way."

"What!?" Harry's first reaction was disbelief.

"The Potters have found a way." Snape repeated it patiently, seeing the unconcealable joy gradually appearing on Harry's face full of disbelief, he also twitched the corners of his lips, "Congratulations, Ray Mr. Vince, although that spell is ancient, it’s not the kind that doesn’t have half of the information.”

It was a complete surprise—Harry never imagined that the matter could be so simple—so simple—solved, Merlin, last moment he was arguing with Draco about this, and two days ago, He also planned that if Hogwarts and St. Mungo couldn't help it, he would make it himself-

Thank you Merlin!

Harry tried his best to suppress his urge to scream, but he didn't realize that he had already grinned at Snape with a big excited foolish smile: "Professor, is it true? Merlin, what are you doing today?" It is so beautiful - oh, I mean handsome! I have never found you so handsome! What is Sirius? Oh, Merlin..." He took a deep breath, "I will bow down under your robes It's down...Merlin, I've been ignoring it, it's so black with personality!"

Snape stared at Harry wordlessly for a while, decided to be lenient, and only faked a smile: "You can shut your mouth... and me - bastard!" Harry in himself.

"Get rid of your maltose body!" Snape turned blue with rage.He swept into the Slytherin lounge majesticly and viciously, threatening with his eyes any students who dared to look here at this time.

So all the blatant poking around turned into covert prying squints.

Harry, who was hugging Snape, didn't notice it at all. He tied his arms around the other's waist -- it has to be said tragically here, his shoulders just reached Snape's waist -- and hugged Snape hard. After a while, he said incoherently: "I didn't think of it, I really didn't think of it..."

"Shit!" Snape cursed indistinctly, tearing off Harry's body glued to his body with all his strength, with a dark face, he angrily grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him forward, threatening while striding forward : "If you don't want me to pour you a calming potion that smells like rotten swamp mud—please calm down," he gritted his teeth, "Dear Mr. Ravens!"

Harry, who was being dragged away, was not as excited as before, and didn't say a word.

Snape was still furious, but his pace slowed unconsciously.

After another moment, Snape's forward speed had returned to its usual level.

Harry followed Snape, still silent.

Snape paused briefly.

Harry followed suit.

Snape simply stopped, turned sideways, and looked at Harry questioningly: "Mr. Ravens?"

"Hmm...huh?" Harry was a little dazed at first, and then he let out a long breath, "It's okay, Professor, it's just that it feels a little unreal after being excited."

"It's not a joke." Snape said displeased.

"I know," Harry muttered, "so, um, I'm so happy..." He suddenly thought of the series of actions he had just done, and his face became hot.

Snape gave Harry a suspicious look, and then said with a straight face, "Although the Potters have found a solution, it won't be easy."

"It's nothing." Harry smiled frankly, "No matter how difficult it is, as long as there is a way."

"Is it enough?" Snape repeated.

Harry nodded, took a long breath, and exhaled again, he said: "As long as there is a solution, I will definitely achieve it."

At this moment, the blue-eyed boy who was only 11 years old raised his eyebrows and smiled in high spirits.

For the rest of the journey, neither of them spoke again.

Snape leading Harry into the gargoyle door