When the savior is no longer the savior

——In exchange for happiness.

"Oh—let's take a look at this little wizard!" The mirror mounted on the wall suddenly called out, "My God, look at his sleep deprived and malnourished—"

Harry jerked his spare wand out, and snapped, "Shattered!"

The sound of the mirror stopped abruptly, it broke into several pieces, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The anger that surged up for a moment receded like a tide with the crack of the mirror. Harry closed his eyes wearily, and slowly sat down on the ground along the door.

If that's the price...

If that's the price.

"So, you made it." Harry murmured, and he gave the mirror a "recovery", "You made it...Fuck, bitch..."

He straightened up and straightened his clothes.There was no option to return to the carriage.

The train has arrived.

For the rest of the journey, Harry didn't stay with Il and Ron anymore. He went back to get his luggage, walked alone, and finally crossed the black lake in a boat with a few freshmen he didn't know. to Hogwarts.

The enchanted zenith of Hogwarts is still bright and far-reaching.

—It’s a fine day tonight.

Harry stood among the first-year freshmen, looking almost greedily at the place engraved in his memory: the long tables of the four colleges were still bustling, and the teachers' long table at the top of the dining room was full of people. Dumbledore held his pointed hat and joked to Professor Sprout on the left; Professor Snape on the right leaned back in his chair, frowning and staring at the auditorium, as if displeased by the noise.

And Professor McGonagall, who was already standing in the middle with the parchment.

The sorting has begun.

The wait always seems long at certain times.

When Professor McGonagall pronounced his name, Harry realized that his palms were covered with sweat.

What are you nervous about?He gave himself a good-natured sneer, and made his way through the crowd, putting the Sorting Hat on his head.

The sight was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the Sorting Hat's subtle voice sounded: "Let me see, oh my god, the bravery that is not even afraid of death is really a typical Gryffindor!"

Of course, Gryffindor, without a doubt.thought Harry.

But the Sorting Hat made a voice again: "Wait, let me see again, you hide a lot of things... Oh!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "What did I see! You are so greedy, you even try to change your destiny, and And the eagerness to prove yourself and the amazing talent!"

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Harry's brow - he knew the line.

"Wait, wait, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, don't go to Slytherin!" Harry couldn't help but say out loud - remembering to lower his voice of course.

"Yes, of course you are an unquestionable Gryffindor, but Slytherin can make you great," said the Sorting Hat.

No, only Gryffindors!Harry thought firmly.

"Really? Then I see..."

Harry let out a long breath.

"S-lytherin-" the Sorting Hat screamed.

……! ??

Harry, who took off his hat and was walking towards Gryffindor, froze in place with a dazed expression on his face.

The branch is obviously not transferred by personal will.

Harry, who was brushed by the sorting hat at the critical moment, came to the long table in Slytherin with a pale face. As soon as he sat down, he saw that among the freshmen who had not yet been sorted, Il was talking to Ron, and then Looking at it, the eyes are obviously not friendly.

Harry slumped in his chair, unable even to say Fuck.

But things are far from over.

After an inexperienced dinner, Harry followed the large group to the Slytherin common room. He was about to find his dormitory to rest, but found that everyone stayed in the lounge without moving, so he had to follow suit. corner.

"Hi," the blond boy next to him greeted Harry. "The Chief Challenge is supposed to start now, you know? I heard from my dad that he is also a Slytherin."

"..." Harry said that he never knew, "Choose the most capable one?"

"In theory, it is, but," the blond boy shrugged his shoulders, "haven't you noticed that the family background of the head of each grade is not too bad?"

"..." Harry felt that his expression might be a bit silly, because the boy next to him had an expression mixed with surprise and contempt, but also condescending, "Didn't you notice?"

Harry decided to tell the truth: "...I don't know the Chief yet."

The blond boy didn't show contempt this time, his expression turned into pity: "What's your name?"

"Harry Ravens," Harry replied.

"Ravens? I haven't heard of it, but there are always some families that are relatively low-key." The blond boy said with a straight face, in an obviously deliberate and slow tone.

Harry didn't think it was necessary or possible to hide, so he went on and said, "I was brought up in an orphanage."

He realized belatedly that he was supposed to be a Muggleborn - but he didn't know his parents...or was he a half-breed?

Harry guessed, and suddenly heard screams in the hall:

"Orphanage!?"

All eyes turned to here.

The blond boy's cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a flash of guilt in his eyes, but he followed the child next to him and spread out in panic, away from Harry.

Then, Harry saw that the platinum boy who was standing in the middle of the lounge and confronting people turned his head, his chin raised slightly, and his gray-blue eyes were full of contempt.He drawled, drawling, "So—Mudblood?"

Crackling fire was the only sound in the Slytherin common room.

Harry clasped his hands slightly: "... Mudblood?" He looked at Draco and saw a trace of hesitation in Draco's gray-blue eyes, but they were soon filled with arrogance and contempt.

Draco smirked at Harry, "Maybe you don't even understand what that means? Dirty mud..."

He didn't get a chance to say any more - Harry pulled out his wand in an instant, and cast a precise "split" on the glass bottle on the table next to Draco.

Amidst the crackling sound, the lounge was quiet, and the seniors who were just watching the fun sat up silently.

It was Harry who broke the silence.

He raised his eyebrows, walked to the table and gave the broken bottle a "restore to original", then waved his magic wand, causing the bottle to float in mid-air like a bee and walk around the word "8".

"What do Mudbloods mean?" He scratched his cheek. "I don't know, but the magic looks really good." He smiled cheerfully, his green eyes not even a trace of cloudiness, "You think so?— Your name is?"

A faint blush appeared on Draco's pale face—pure anger—and he turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped on the spot: "Malfoy."

Draco stopped in his tracks.

Harry followed the voice and found that it was a senior student with a prefect's logo on his chest.

"Malfoy," the senior businessman pointed out, "have you forgotten something?"

Draco's face became even redder. Suddenly, he turned around and stretched out his hand towards Harry, gritted his teeth, and looked fiercely: "Draco Malfoy!"

Looking at Draco's appearance, Harry felt that if he was really only 11 years old, he would definitely reject these insincere hands.

But he is no longer.

No matter how bad Draco was, he was just a spoiled child.

Therefore, Harry smiled, and stretched out his hand with [-]% sincerity: "Harry Ravens."

He didn't say you could call me Harry again.

The battle for chieftain continued with an air of wackiness.

Harry didn't attend, and nobody made Harry attend.The only thing he had to do was stand in the corner, wait for all the challenges to end, and then follow his prefect—who happened to be Draco Malfoy—back to the dormitory to rest.

Walking all the way in along the aisle, because there are not too many students assigned to Slytherin in each class, the dormitories here are relatively spare, and they share one room for two. When Harry sees the room with his name written on it, When it came to the house number, even if everything went wrong today, he still couldn't help but relax his brows.

——His bedroom is at the bottom of the cellar, remote and narrow, even the fireplace is covered with a thick layer of ashes, I don’t know if it can still be lit, but in contrast, this cold and lonely room seems to have been deliberately left behind The room I came to had only a four-poster bed.

——This dormitory belongs to him alone.

The luggage had already been placed in the dormitory. Harry looked at the dust covering every inch of the ground and the cobwebs in the corners. He took out his wand and began to cast a cleaning spell one after another. There would be a "Time Appearance" from time to time, paying attention to the passage of time. .

After much difficulty, the dormitory was finally cleaned up. Harry took his pajamas and pushed open the wooden door of the bathroom. When he looked up, he saw his own appearance in the mirror.

It's not that he hates living with people.but now……

"...It would be more convenient to be alone." Harry raised his hand and touched his cheek, then moved his eyes away, unwilling to look at the thin child with pale face in the mirror.

However, in the blink of an eye, he saw the silver-blue curtain outside the bathroom.

The blue-eyed savior suddenly had a bitter face:

"Merlin, even if it can't be golden red, at least it should be warmer, right? The cellar itself is already cold enough..."

Mischief and Potions

Sleep until dawn.

It was late when Harry woke up, and after washing up in a hurry and embarrassment, Harry walked through the Slytherin lounge unfamiliarly and came to the hall.

It wasn't full yet, but the long table of Slytherin was basically full.

Harry, who was left intentionally or unintentionally, scratched his hair, walked to the tail and sat down automatically, took a glass of milk, and took another donut—but he didn't eat all of it, partly because he ate it himself Not that much, half because of the frequent glances from across the Gryffindor table.

A not-so-friendly sight belonging to Il.

On the other hand, at least he noticed me, didn't he?Harry tried to comfort himself, but to no avail - his stomach was already churning as he forced himself to take another bite.

"Forget it, take your time." Harry muttered softly, put down his knife and fork, and stopped pushing himself, "It's been seven years."

Yes, there are seven years of study at Hogwarts.

But what about him?

How many years can he have left?

At this moment, Harry suddenly discovered that he had never forgotten the contract back then.

—that made him deeply afraid and deeply grateful.

The class started right after breakfast. This is the second time I have faced these courses, and there is nothing to say, whether it is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, Professor Flitwick's Charms class, or Professor Sprout's herbal medicine. Learning, Harry tried to get some points for Slytherin for each class-he thought it would help him lead a quieter and more leisurely life in Slytherin.

As for Professor Binns' History of Magic... Harry looked as if he was getting the textbook he started studying for the first time, and felt wretchedly that no matter how many times he had studied it, he would probably be able to easily forget it after the exam.

As for the legendary position of Defense Against the Dark Arts cursed by the Dark Lord, although it is not as frequent as in memory, Quirrell is still teaching this year, but this time Quirrell no longer has the smell of garlic and weirdness all over his body. The big turban... Although the quality of his teaching is as horrible as before.

A few days passed by and walked out of Charms class again. Harry looked at Il who was invited by Ron to go out together in the crowd, and restrained his urge to go up.

Wait a little longer.He said to himself, wait a few more days... wait until he finds a better reason to get closer, then let's talk...

He turned and walked to the Slytherin lounge, and began to have a headache for the next potions class-although the simple potion configuration is no longer a problem for Harry today, but as long as he thinks of Professor Snape's magic During the medicine class, Harry felt his heart start to fluctuate...

"This has become some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder." The blue-eyed savior walked away muttering, not noticing the irritable and angry eyes shot from behind.

"You're looking at him again." Ron said to Il, who was on the side, thinking about the homework in his hand that was more than ten inches away.

"He's looking at me again! Ron!" El's tone was not very good.

"How would you know if you didn't look at him?" Ron shrugged.

Il looked unkind: "Ron, I thought our attitude towards him should be the same, a Slytherin!"

Ron was inattentive, still struggling with homework: "You're right, he's really annoying, just like Malfoy, a Slytherin."

Yi Er snorted, walked a few more steps, and suddenly said, "I have an idea."

"What?" Ron asked.

Il raised his eyebrows, and with a smirk, simply said the "idea" he had just thought of: "Think about it, if he goes, he will definitely be late for the potions class in the afternoon, so we can also see Professor Snape by the way." Is it really biased toward Slytherin?"

"Good idea." Ron was eager to try, "But he probably won't go?"

"Whatever." Il didn't care at all, "It's fine if he doesn't go, you can't fail to see that he wants to get close to me, right? Hypocritical Slytherin."

"makes sense……"

Ron replied, and the two discussed the details and walked away.

On the other side, after having lunch in the dining room, Harry returned to the dormitory alone, and was planning to hurry up to take a lunch break when he saw a white | owl flying in with its wings flapping.

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

If he was right... how could he be wrong?

Hedwig, the brave girl he had before.

Suddenly, Harry felt his throat go dry, and he reached out to the owl that flew towards him.

The white owl landed on his wrist, retracted its wings gracefully, and lowered its head to peck his palm lovingly.

as before.

Harry stretched out his other hand and stroked the owl's feathers gently: "What's your name?" A burst of special anticipation suddenly surged in his heart, and he couldn't help lowering his voice, "...Hedwig?"

Hedwig let out a clear cry.

Strangely, the heart that had been faintly empty since knowing Il's attitude was suddenly filled without any gaps. With bright blue eyes, Harry couldn't help showing a big smile, and took the owl into his arms: "I thought I won't see you this time, Hedwig!"

Suddenly being hugged, Hedwig let out an angry cry, flapped her wings and flew into the air to avoid Harry, only stretching out her legs towards him.

Harry untied the note from Hedwig's leg, looked around, found no food, and subconsciously passed a copper Knut over.

Then in exchange for an angry peck from the owl girl.

Harry unfolded the note:

Dear Mr. Ravens:

Please come to the school observatory at 1:50 this afternoon, I think we can talk.

you know who i am.

your

Not known

After reading the note, Harry did not show a happy expression, although he did know who the person who wrote this note was, and had been looking forward to some contact with the other party before this.

however……

"1:50? There's not enough time to go to class, it's a prank..." Harry said to himself with a wry smile, but he didn't spend much time making up his mind.He turned around and took out a pen and wrote a note and tied it to Hedwig's leg (he was pecked again during the process), then went back to the washroom to wash his face, and after washing away his fatigue and sleepiness, he took what he had learned from Potions class with him. What is needed is hurried away.

The direction is the observatory.

At 2:20 in the afternoon, Snape strode into the potions classroom on time and came to the podium.

Another first-year freshman!Snape thought unhappily, and then began to repeat the annual slam and opening speech - even he was a little tired of it, it would be great if these little bastards had more brains, but this is tantamount to expecting slugs Speak up.

Snape sneered: "You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craft of potion making. Since there is no..."

The classroom door was pushed open with a bang!

Snape turned his head angrily, and saw a boy who was very thin compared to his peers, his face flushed, standing at the door panting heavily.

"I - I'm sorry, Snape - Professor."

"Mr. Ravens?" Snape quickly found the memory of the first-year bastard in front of him from the dusty corner - the potion he had brewed for three days and was about to succeed!Then he saw the Slytherin logo on the opponent's robe, and twisted the corners of his lips fiercely, "Aha, let's see, a person who forgot his head somewhere, even the basic punctuality— student?"

Feeling a little out of breath, Harry took a few quick, deep breaths before stammering again: "I-I'm sorry, Professor..." He paused, avoiding the classroom on purpose, and just looked at the Snape, "I'm lost..."

Snape frowned in displeasure, his voice was low and dangerous: "In that case...does Mr. Ravens still need your professor to ask you to sit down?"

Embarrassed, Harry hurried into the classroom, not daring to pick another seat, and sat down in the first row where no one was there.

Snape's lazy voice chased after him: "Besides, in view of Mr. Ravens' impressive achievements in the first class - stay after class and clean up the classroom."

After he finished speaking, he didn't waste any more time. With a wave of his magic wand, the writing on the blackboard behind him smoothly and gracefully appeared on the blackboard for this class—it was the scabies potion.

Weighing dried nettles, crushing snake fangs, cooking tentacled slugs, Harry took each step carefully, trying not to notice the long black cloak that slid down the aisle.

Unfortunately it backfired.

While doing the final stirring step, Harry, who was concentrating, suddenly found that the long black robe that was walking back and forth in the classroom stopped beside him.

Stirring the first circle clockwise, Harry didn't dare to lift his eyes.

Stirring a second time clockwise, Harry decided that the color of the potion should be fine.

Stirring a third time clockwise, Harry wondered if he had missed something.

After a fourth turn clockwise, Harry suddenly remembered that the potion only needed three turns.

After a whimper, Harry frantically took out the stirring rod—but it was still a bit late, and the color of the potion had already begun to darken.The black that could be glimpsed out of the corner of his eye remained in place, proving that Snape hadn't left. Harry's palms were covered with sweat, but at least he didn't lose his composure. He turned off the fire first and then put in the porcupine quills in order. .

A dose of scabies potion was ready, Harry put it into a crystal bottle, and handed it to Professor Snape who was standing next to him nervously.

The color of his potion will be darker than that in the book, but in terms of effect, there shouldn't be much difference. He gave himself an E in his heart (exceeded expectations), but Professor Snape's words...

A (pass), or P (poor)?

Harry thought pessimistically, but he didn't escape. He just watched Snape take the potion, check the color, and smell the scent.

"...E, for the low-level mistake you made just now." Snape said dryly.

"Huh?" Harry's eyes widened.

"E," Snape repeated disapprovingly, before hissing and sneering, "is Mr. Ravens' ear just for display?"

"It didn't occur to me... no, I didn't think... no, no, I mean—" Harry took a deep breath, "Thank you, Professor!"

As he spoke, he pursed his lips, but still couldn't help showing a big smile at Snape.

Snape froze for a moment, then frowned in displeasure: "Or maybe Mr. Ravens thinks he has nothing else to do?"

"Actually, I'm about to start writing the experiment notes for this class." Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere at the moment, Harry finished speaking quickly, cleared the table, sat down and began to write.

Snape turned and went to inspect the classroom again.

Fifteen minutes later, the Potions class ended, and the students walked out in twos and threes, Harry stayed at the end, ready to clean up the classroom—it wasn't too difficult, the students prepared the cauldrons themselves, and used the leftovers to clean up the classroom. Dirty materials and countertops, for Harry, just need to shake a few more to clean up.

Not long after, Harry, who had tidied up the classroom, turned to Snape and said, "Professor, I've done it...Professor?" He found that Snape was staring at the notebook where he wrote the experimental records.

Snape didn't respond to Harry's call.

Harry approached the other party a little blankly: "Professor, is there a question?"

"—What's the problem? You ask me what's the problem!?" Snape suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on Harry.

"Professor?" Startled, Harry calmed down instead and only looked at the other party asking.

Snape's eyes became hollow and deep for a moment.

...Occlumency?A noun flashed across Harry's mind, and in a blink of an eye he felt ridiculous—how could the other party use Occlumency at such a time?

"Eight o'clock tonight, labor service." Snape said abruptly, not sure if it was a psychological effect, Harry felt that the other party's voice was more rigid than usual.

And labor services?Harry wanted to ask why, but seeing the other person's face, he swallowed the question wisely: "Yes, Professor...to Filch's?"

"No," Snape said coldly, his eyes still fixed on Harry's face, "in view of your actions, I regret to inform you, Mr. Ravens, that the location is in the cellar, my office."

"Uh..." Under Snape's cannibalistic gaze, Harry said obediently, "Yes, I see."

God knows he didn't understand even a little bit of the problem at all.

At dinner time, the restaurant was as lively as ever.

Walking out of the Potions classroom, Harry just happened to be in time for dinner at Hogwarts, still thinking about Snape's sudden gaffe, flipping through his notebook blankly while walking towards the long table in Gryffindor go.

Then he heard—

"He actually went to the observatory today!"

"You didn't see Snape's face, it was completely dark - how dare a Slytherin student be late for class in the Slytherin Yard!"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's Ravens—the dwarf who was late to Potions."

Harry stood where he was, looking up.

He was only five steps away from Gryffindor's long table, and the distance of five steps was like a moat.

Harry stood for a while, and the people on the Gryffindor table gradually noticed him, and the person sitting next to Il pushed Il to remind him.

Il, who was chatting and joking with the people around him, turned around and met Harry's eyes immediately.There was a moment of panic and bewilderment on his face, but then he was filled with irritability and disgust, and he said, "Oh, a Slytherin?"

Harry caught the initial look on Il's face.

Panicked and bewildered - this expression is obviously not simply the embarrassment of being caught by the person who did something bad, but also because the owner is not proud of what he has done.

He also felt wrong.

He just hates me.

Harry's heart softened again as he remembered the price it had cost him to be here.

It's just the regulations when signing the contract with that "unknown". Harry, you have got so much, you have to pay something.Harry advised himself inwardly.

Then he lifted his face and smiled at Il: "Of course, a Slytherin, but I'd prefer you to call me by my first name—Harry Ravens."

After speaking, he nodded to Il, and turned back to the long table of Slytherin.

The repulsion on the long silver-green table suddenly became apparent.

Harry didn't take it seriously, and waited for the head of the grade to pick up the knife and fork before starting his own dinner - this is what he observed these days - but he couldn't help but think of the incident between the robbery foursome and Professor Snape relation.

Oh Merlin.

The blue-eyed savior wailed silently at the thought that popped up in his head.

His relationship with Il wouldn't develop like that, would it?How can we get along with each other after we have really developed like that?He and he—

...It's brother.

Harry gripped his knife and fork tightly.

He didn't hear that unknown, quiet sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Aging agents and age reducing agents

At eight o'clock in the evening, the cellar potions office.

In view of the fact that Snape would grab hold of him like a stake, no matter whether it was early or late, and then responded with cynicism, this time Harry walked into the cellar on a pinch.

The cellar door opened silently when Harry arrived.

Standing at the door, Harry swallowed his saliva, and after countless mental constructions, he went into the potions office with a slight stiffness.

Snape's office was not a warm room.

Harry knew this when he was a student at Hogwarts in his last life. However, after more than ten years, when he stepped into this dark office again, he still couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. Shen.

The office isn't dark because it doesn't have sunlight, nor is it oppressive because it's packed with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves.

Just the owner of this room.

The owner here has never been happy, because the room is dark; the owner here is living in the past, because the atmosphere is depressed.

...or because of Lily?thought Harry.

Even in the absence of Voldemort, he never missed the thing that made him regret half his life?

"I'm assuming Mr. Ravens didn't come here just to be dazed?" came Snape's dark voice.

Harry turned to the sound, and saw Snape sitting behind the large desk, with a pile of parchment piled high in front of him, and himself leaning on the back of the chair with his hands clasped, his dark eyes fixed on Harry Li face.

Harry suddenly felt sad.

It was so unexpected and natural to be sad that it took Harry almost no effort to understand why he was sad.

Yes, of course.

Snape was a rough bastard, a greasy old bat, a poor man who was stuck in the past and couldn't get out of it.

However, at the same time, he is also the bravest person he has ever met, the one who is willing to give the most for his feelings.

It certainly didn't mean Harry wanted Lily and Snape together because of that.

Just at least.

At least, such a person should be happy.

There should be someone who can see clearly the firmness and persistence hidden under the appearance.

It shone brightly like a diamond.

Harry didn't realize that, on some level, he cared more about Snape's happiness than he did himself.

It took a long time to think about the messy thoughts, and it took only a moment to think about it. Harry had already answered Snape's question with a slight nervousness: "No, professor... er, what am I going to do tonight? Deal with slugs? Strip tree frogs skin? Or get other creamy potion ingredients?"

He asked less hopefully.

Snape glared at Harry.Harry felt that the other party was a little annoyed, and then he heard Snape order himself coldly: ""A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi", start from the beginning, and copy down."

"Just like that?" The content was so simple that Harry didn't realize it, so he asked more in disbelief.

Snape twisted his lips violently: "If Mr. Ravens—"

"Wait, Professor—Professor, I'll write!" Harry screamed and interrupted Snape, frantically trying to dig out things, but found that he was alone in the cellar with someone, and couldn't help but look at him in embarrassment.

Snape's expression became more gloomy, but he quickly took out the book and parchment ink from the table, and transformed a small table for Harry, signaling Harry to start.

Harry wisely kept silent, took the things quickly, sat down and began to copy.

However, just as he finished copying the first parchment, Snape waved his wand and called the book back into his hand with the "Flying Charm".

"Professor?" Harry looked up blankly.

Snape's expression at this time probably couldn't be described as "gloomy".He stared at Harry in silence for a while, then smiled, and said in a low, whisper-like voice, "Well, Mr. Ravens, would you like to say something? Given your handwriting," he said. With a wave of his wand, several thin pieces of cardboard flew out of the bedroom connected to the office and landed in front of Harry.Snape's voice suddenly cooled down, "—exactly the same as the few greeting cards I've been getting in recent years."

Harry stared dumbfounded at Snape's series of actions, and then his head became hot, and he said something regretful for the rest of his life: "Professor, you didn't burn these?"

Snape seemed to be choking.

Harry suddenly came to his senses and screamed secretly.

Sure enough, at almost the next moment, Snape stared at Harry with dangerous eyes: "It seems that Mr. Ravens has admitted that he is the owner of these greeting cards."

He said softly: "But I'm curious, Mr. Ravens, how on earth did you know where your poor professor lives? And why did you send these—" Snape tapped the greeting card on the table with his finger ——Every greeting card had Snape's address clearly written on it, but none of them had the sender's address written on it, "a greeting card that won't get a response at all."

"It makes me feel bad," Snape concluded coldly.

"...I'm sorry." Harry could only apologize.

Snape raised his eyebrows, and he looked at Harry for a while, as if he was examining something: "Mr. Ravens' apology can be postponed a little bit. In fact, until now, hasn't Mr. Ravens anything to say? "

How does it feel to be liquidated after five years?

Harry just felt overwhelmed - Merlin, he had almost forgotten about it!

The blue-eyed savior complained in his heart, racking his brains to recall and organize his words: "It's like this, professor, you once saved me in front of the residence, uh, I... I'm a child in an orphanage, there's nothing I can repay, I can only send a few greeting cards, and the superfluous words other than congratulations, uh, are because I also hope to have an elder..."

If Harry explained three points and covered it up seven points before, when he said the word "elder", his heart really moved, and he faintly felt depressed and powerless.

Harry was silent for a while, suppressing his emotions.He finished speaking: "There can be an elder by my side."

The silence in the office lasted for a long time.

Snape spoke.He grinned—with sarcasm: "It seems our Mr. Ravens has a bad memory—or maybe you need your poor, fooled professor to remind you that whoever screamed that he was a 'Wizard', who can dodge magic and call magic names by color alone? 'Forget it all,' huh?"

Harry lost his voice.

Is that right……?

seems like it……

So……

All of a sudden, Harry's face flushed. Never at a single moment, he desperately wished that he could become a mute—so that he would not have to speak; If there is sand on the ground, you can simply bury your head deep in it as if nothing happened.

"It seems that Mr. Ravens doesn't intend to tell the truth..." Snape paused and asked darkly, "Then, can Mr. Ravens answer, just the day before I 'saved' you , who is that young man I met who looks exactly like you."

Harry's expression went blank for a moment: "Well, he..." He stammered, "He..."

Snape suddenly lost his patience, he straightened up suddenly, and stared at Harry fiercely: "You still want to lie!" He was trembling with anger, "How dare you - lie!"

"What makes you think, what makes you confident, a professor—your professor's IQ is lower than that of a troll!" His voice rose from low to high, until he growled, "What makes you think, How could I fail to recognize a guy who was fucked on the bed by me last night - even if he shrunk to