When the savior is no longer the savior

He touched the back of his hand, and found that there was not even a broken skin, and he completely ignored it: "Hey, don't be angry, I just think it's cute..." His voice dropped, and then he asked suddenly, "Say, Harry will Won't you go back to school?"

Harry, who was getting angry, paused for a moment at El's words.

Yi Er's footsteps slowed down, and his expression became gloomy, mixed with some daze: "You never think... Hey, if one day you wake up, someone suddenly tells you that you have a body that you have never seen before. What will happen to you bro? Don't let people be surprised? I didn't mean to read his memory...I could hardly think at that time...Come on, you sure won't know, you won't understand ...I never thought I'd have a real brother...I never thought I'd have a..." He paused a long while before he said this, but he finally spoke, his voice very soft, but It was very clear, "...brother, I have lived such a life..."

Harry, who could still stay on Il's body, couldn't stand it this time. He immediately struggled to break free and wanted to jump to the ground, but before that, he saw Il's eyes.

Those brown eyes, still clear, but reddened and full of distress.

He is sad.

He was feeling sorry for him.

Harry's struggle gradually stopped, and he had mixed emotions and emotions.

"I don't know what to do..." Yi Er was still muttering, he no longer paid attention to the kitten in his hand—obviously, he just wanted to find someone to talk about what was suppressed in his heart matter—and the particularity of this matter made it impossible for him to talk to his friends.

"But, I think I should have a talk with him, have a good talk with him..." Yi Er muttered to himself.

Harry moved his lips, but said nothing.

What else can we talk about?Now that things have developed to this point?

"And, where do you think he will be now?" Yi Er suddenly felt uneasy, he moved his body, and said uncomfortably, "He ran out, there is no news at all, will it, will it... ..." What happened?

Harry was speechless for a moment at Il's conjecture.

In fact, Il also knew that he was just worrying blindly - he knew clearly that Harry's real age was more than 11 years old, and Harry's magical power was not inferior to that of Hogwarts professors.Yet he still felt worried, worried for no reason, illogically.

...was it because he knew Harry was his brother?

El was a little taken aback for a moment.

But now Harry and him... and they should have no blood relationship long ago...

——Are brothers only if they are related by blood?

At the end of the morning, why did Harry say that?

They...why can't they be brothers anymore?

Earl was very sad.

Such turbulent sadness from the bottom of his heart caused the complicated gaze of the kitten in his arms, and made him ignore the sudden violent movement of the kitten.

The incident happened in the blink of an eye, and Yi Er felt a light in his arms, subconsciously looked over, and saw a black figure passing through the air, landed lightly on the ground, jumped out quickly, and disappeared around the corner several times.

Il was startled at first, and then panicked. He rushed towards the place where Harry disappeared, and shouted, "Wait, wait—meow? Meow?"

He meowed like a cat, trying to lure the black cat out.

And at this time, Harry had already hid behind the armor standing by the wall. Hiding in the shadows, he quietly heard the hurried footsteps outside and the clumsy and stiff cat meowing from far to near, and from near to far...

He walked out of the shadows silently and returned to the potions classroom in the cellar.

At this time, Snape, who went to the kitchen to get food and came back to find Harry missing, was almost furious.

The faces of all the little snakes were pale, including Draco, who was taught by Snape, could not be spared - he had never seen the other party's rage to such an extent, in fact, he suspected that his father had never seen it either. ——gazing at people so viciously and coldly, as if he was about to take out his wand and use the Killing Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses...

A faint meow suddenly sounded in the classroom.

The little snakes, whose faces were pale and sweating profusely from being oppressed, were stunned and almost wept with joy. They all looked in the direction of the sound—but Snape's movements were faster than anyone's gaze: he had already bent over He picked up the black cat that came to his feet at some point, and brought it straight to his eyes.

"Ra..." Snape's anger lasted only to the first syllable of Harry's last name.He sensitively sensed that the kitten in his hand was not in the right mood.

But at this moment, Harry was not in the mood to discern Snape's feelings. He forced the corners of his mouth and said to Snape, "Meow (sorry for worrying you, professor.)"

Snape looked at the kitten in his hand thoughtfully for a while, then he muttered angrily, put the kitten back into his pocket, and said impatiently to the other students in the classroom : "Today's confinement ends early, you can go."

This sentence made the students in the potions classroom overjoyed.However, some people still asked one more question out of caution or dullness: "Professor, what about these things that are being cooked?"

The rest of the little snakes who had already started planning dates and confessions were furious, cursing idiots in their hearts.

Snape obviously didn't feel much better than those little snakes. He turned his head, glanced at the person who made the noise, and said slowly: "McDonald, what do you want to do with these potions?" His deep voice It almost sounded like a mockery.After that, Snape didn't even move his feet, just stood there, drew out his wand, and gave the opponent's cauldron a "clean up" neatly.

The faint glow of the curse flashed across, and the crucible that was filled with a sticky and strange purple liquid a moment ago became clean.

Snape said simply, "That's it."

He had already walked out with Harry.

The Potions Classroom is located in the same cellar as the Potions Office.The distance between them is not too far.

It was still early, just 15 minutes after nine o'clock.

Snape grabbed the kitten out of his pocket: "Are you hungry? Have some milk?"

Harry didn't make a sound, just nodded lazily.

Snape stopped talking, and after placing the kitten in his hand on the sofa, he turned and went to the kitchen.But 3 minutes later, when he came out again with a plate of milk, the kitten that had been put on the sofa had already curled up in a corner, and put its head on the two folded front cats. On the paws, quietly fell asleep.

Snape, holding the milk, was silent for a while.

Afterwards, he brought the plate of milk back to the kitchen, took out a thick towel from the bedroom, and took it out to cover Harry.

Harry, who was in a deep sleep, moved his body, but he didn't wake up, just turned his head and continued to sleep.

Snape stood and watched for a while, rubbed the space between his brows, turned and walked into the work room.

Time continued to move forward steadily and steadily.

One hour, two hours, three hours... five and a half hours.

When Snape walked out of the studio again, the hands of the clock on the wall were already approaching the number three.

45:[-] am.

Snape casually glanced at the wall clock, poured the potion he had made into a shallow plate, and placed it on the table in front of Harry.He was sure the troublesome brat wouldn't ignore this.

Afterwards, he turned around and walked into the bedroom. He was so tired that he didn't even take a shower, and fell down on the big black bed in the bedroom.

He was quickly plunged into darkness.

A peaceful night.

As if only a few minutes had passed, when Snape realized something and opened his eyes again, he saw soft light leaking in from the half-open door.A figure stood in front of the door, his face could not be seen clearly because of the backlight.

But that didn't stop Snape from noticing the smile on that figure's face.

He was perfectly able to picture that smile: raised eyebrows, grinning, full of life, but strangely not lacking in serenity.The tranquility that has been deposited through too many ups and downs.

Snape was in a trance for a moment.

At this moment, there seemed to be a voice, sighing softly in his heart.

Severus, is this what you want?

——Is it the life you want?

Then he heard the boy standing at the door say:

"Professor, I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore later, I want to... advance some plans."

The author has something to say: I mean... you guys were so weak in the last chapter!

In addition, when I wrote abuse, you strongly demanded sweetness, and when I wrote sweet, you said that you were reading two articles... This made me very big, so Xiaohamao retired, let's continue the previous Style it - ups and downs, high|tides.

In addition, I have something to do on the 20th, I'm afraid I can't update it, so I would like to ask everyone for a leave.

60. The true heart...

If there was anything that could accurately describe Snape's mood at this moment, it would probably be the weather in June - the sun was shining brightly one moment, and cloudy the next.

Harry was actually not very clear about this change, but this did not prevent him from finding that Snape was in a worse mood than usual, so he wisely kept silent, and even began to be cautious in his actions - the previous confrontation was based on ignorance At the beginning, he and the other party had a unilateral dislike, but now... anyway, Harry couldn't deliberately provoke a professor who was really good to him.

The small potions office fell into an awkward silence.

Harry and Snape sat opposite each other at the kitchen table.Today is Monday, but Harry didn't intend to go to the Great Hall for breakfast, so he went to the Hogwarts kitchen before Snape woke up, and brought back breakfast from the elf - it wasn't much , but very rich, not only fruit salad, various drinks, but also eggs, bacon and sausage.

Snape made no comment at Harry's presumption, and poured himself a cup of coffee, followed by bread and bacon.

In front of Harry was a large glass of milk that could not be shaken, but other than that, he only filled a bowl of salad and ate slowly, not only envious of the food in front of Snape, but also painfully aware that he really wanted to eat Mostly just feeling nauseated.

Snape, who was eating, felt Harry's gaze - it was really not difficult at all, the gaze projected from him was almost hot... Well, although it was only aimed at his food.

Snape suddenly felt that he was in a terrible mood, which made no sense at all: "Where are you going?"

"Huh?" Harry, who was still looking at the food on the other's plate, was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, "Go to the beach." He thought that Snape had already heard most of the things, so he didn't need to hide anything. Say, "A cave by the sea that contains one of the Horcruxes, the Slytherin Locket."

"Isn't it really changed?" Snape asked with a frown.

"But now, Regulus is in the Black family." Harry said, "According to common sense, there should be a real locket."

Snape nodded, "When are we going?"

"Wait until I discuss it with Professor Dumbledore and see when Professor Dumbledore is free," said Harry.At the end, he smiled at Snape slightly flatteringly, "Professor, I can go back to Hogwarts to study with peace of mind when I finish these." Other things he wanted to say was rest with peace of mind.

Snape glanced at Harry, sneered shamelessly, "I thought Mr. Ravens had forgotten his true identity long ago." Then he pushed his chair away, glared at Harry, and his tone was full of threats , "Okay, your vacation is over, from today—now—, go back to class for me! If you let me know that you are absent from class for reasons that sound upright but are actually inexplicable..."

"But Professor Dumbledore..." Harry interrupted bravely.

"Beyond that!" Snape gritted his teeth.

Harry stopped as soon as he saw it, and stopped teasing Snape, who was obviously covered by dark clouds, finished his big glass of milk in two or three sips, and walked from the cellar to the Slytherin lounge.

In fact, the time has only passed a little over half a month, that is, two weeks plus five days.But Harry, who was walking the corridors of Hogwarts again, felt as if he had been away for a whole year.

Full of emotion, he walked in the morning sun, enjoying the cool breeze blowing in from the window, nodding and smiling at every student in the house he passed by... Then he came to the door of the Slytherin lounge forward.

The portrait on the door of the Slytherin lounge is an old old lord, dressed in the clothes that were popular in the last century, with a sharp and mean face, and very arrogant, no matter who he sees, he will He tilted his head and sneered, looking contemptuous.Even in a Slytherin of the same sort, it wasn't likable.

But today's Harry is not dissatisfied with the arrogant old lord - in fact, he is very pleasing to everyone now.He grinned and said the password to the mean old man on the painting: "Glory."

Sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, the old Lord raised his eyelids and ignored him.

The happy Harry hesitated a bit: "The password is wrong...?"

"Little fool without a brain." The old lord sneered bitterly.

Harry grinned and ignored it.I was just wondering whether to wait here for a while to see if anyone came out or went in, or to go directly to the principal's office to find Professor Dumbledore... But he didn't know the password for the blob... Well, of course, according to The old man's preferences, he can take the candy mail order and try one by one...

Just as Harry was thinking wildly, the portrait of the old lord suddenly moved away.

A tall figure stumbled out from inside.

Harry supported him reflexively: "Hey, you didn't..." He didn't finish, because he found that he was the leader of the group that blocked him in the corridor half a month ago, named Bridges third grade boy.

Bridges, who was supported by someone, also saw clearly the appearance of the person who supported him. The tall boy who wanted to thank him suddenly turned red after a brief moment of stupefaction.

Harry, who hadn't figured out what to do, just had a warning sign in his mind.Bridges in front of him suddenly pulled out his wand and shouted, "Powder body—"

His spell was not complete.

Before that, Harry's wand had already pointed accurately at the opponent's wrist, and he calmly and precisely cast his best spell at the opponent-"Disarm you."

With a "snap", the wand in Bridges' hand was sent flying, spinning in circles, hitting the wall and falling to the floor.

The brief conflict at the door of the lounge attracted the attention of some students.

At this time, a drawn-out voice came from the lounge, and Harry turned his head to look, only to see Draco walking out slowly with his two attendants, a little bruise still remained on his face. Cold and ferocious—and, of course, palpably smug.

"Harry, you're back." Draco said, and he glanced at Bridges with the contempt anyone could detect, before talking to Harry with a smile, "It's all right."

"Well," Harry didn't like Draco's appearance very much, but he didn't say anything, just changed the subject gently, "Congratulations, Draco."

Draco sensitively sensed that something was wrong with Harry's attitude, he raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Of course, congratulations."

"What's the first class? Come back with me to get my books?" said Harry.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class," Draco replied, shrugging his shoulders, "Of course not."

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the students around continued to do their own things.

Harry also walked into the Slytherin lounge, and walked to the boys' dormitory with Draco - but at this moment, Bridges, who hadn't left, called Draco.

"Malfoy," said the third-year boy with his hands clenched into fists, in a sombre tone, "I'll remember today."

Draco, who was walking side by side with Harry, turned his head, and he smiled viciously at Bridges: "I'm afraid you can't forget it even if you want to - after all, this is your father who had to quit work for more than ten years because of his dereliction of duty. The day you leave in your position for the year, isn't it?"

"If it were me," Little Malfoy commented with a look of disgust, "I wouldn't have the face to come out again, and if your father had a little bit of shame, I think he would think so, too?"

The two big men beside Draco laughed in unison.

Bridges didn't answer, he gave Draco a venomous look.

Draco just sneered at that.

On the other hand, Harry frowned and put his hand on Draco's shoulder.

This is a subconscious protective action.

Draco turned his head and glanced at Harry, but he didn't bother with Bridges anymore, but just followed Harry back to the dormitory.

No one has cleaned it for more than half a month, and this single bedroom in the corner has been covered with a thin layer of dust.Harry held his wand, threw a dozen cleaning spells at random, and then rummaged through the textbooks on the desk: "What class did you just say?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Draco said.

Harry was extremely frustrated, and he asked hopelessly: "Is it possible to change classes temporarily?" He felt that he was completely unable to face it now, and he didn't want to face those people who were close to him before.

Draco rolled his eyes, but said nothing.

Harry struggled for a while, before he gritted his teeth and pulled out the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook from the desk - although he didn't want to face those people, he also didn't have the guts to ignore Snape's words.So if you really have to choose...the lesser of two evils.Harry thought desperately.

Draco didn't know anything about Harry's mental activities. He sat on the chair, watched Harry's obvious procrastination, and suddenly said, "Are you upset about what I did to Bridges just now?"

Harry froze for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Draco?"

Draco's face was a little gloomy, and he continued to ask, "Isn't it?"

Harry thought about it, but he didn't shy away from it, and said frankly, "I really don't like it very much."

Draco's expression suddenly became angry, but before he could say anything, Harry went on to say, "But you have your own way."

The anger had been accumulated, but it was cut off at the moment of explosion.Draco was up and down, and it took a long time before he asked angrily: "So you mean you don't like it, but don't interfere?"

Harry smiled: "If it's for me, it's completely unnecessary."

Draco muttered something, and then he said, "Since Bridges doesn't take Malfoy seriously, of course I want to give him some color."

Harry has no intention of asking everyone to live their lives according to their own ideas.Since Draco had given the reason why he couldn't choose, Harry followed the trend and just kept the matter in his heart, and walked out with Draco with the book.

In the corridor, Draco asked Harry: "Are you officially back to class now? What about the classes you missed before?"

"As long as you pass the final exam." Harry replied, "There will be no accidents and you can't be absent." As soon as his voice fell, a silver phoenix flapped its wings and flew towards Harry from outside the passage.

"Patron saint?" Draco looked enviously and curiously at the magical creature in front of him.

Harry reached for the slip of paper held in the phoenix's mouth, on which was written in a thin, circled script - Dumbledore's handwriting, no doubt.

Harry looked at the note, which informed him that the time to find the Slytherin pendant had been advanced, today at 08:30—that is, half an hour later (which made Harry relieved to find that, at least today, I don't need to take Sirius's class), and besides him and Dumbledore, there is one more person.

Is it Severus?snape.

Time goes back to 45 minutes ago.

Harry had just left the potions office, and Snape didn't stay for long. After finishing his breakfast, he came to the gargoyle, frowned at the ugly stone sculpture, and said the command: "Cockroach pile."

The gargoyle made way out of the passage silently.

Snape went up the stairs to the gleaming oak door, and knocked on the brass griffin-shaped knocker.

The door opened quickly, and Snape walked in to find Dumbledore fiddling with the smoking silverware.He turned around: "Severus, it's rare to see you at this time, what's the matter?"

Snape didn't turn the corner, which made his tone sound harsh: "You're taking Harry to deal with that - evil - thing?"

"Harry told you?" Dumbledore stopped what he was doing.

Snape seemed too lazy to answer these questions, he said coldly, "I don't think this kind of thing should be a student's task."

"You're right," said Dumbledore, "but Harry insisted. In fact, I also think it would be better for him to see the development of the situation."

"Why do you think so?" Snape asked.

"Just because it's not my business or ours," Dumbledore replied.Then he stopped the topic unquestionably, "So Severus, what's the matter with you coming to see me today?"

Snape's expression suddenly became rigid.He said dryly, "At the end of that cave, is a pot of potion?"

"I think so," said Dumbledore.

There seemed to be disgust and repulsion on Snape's face. He didn't seem to want to speak, but in fact he didn't stay silent for too long: "I thought I was the potions professor at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's gaze sharpened behind the lens: "Severus, you mean, you're going too?"

Snape said coldly, "Obviously."

"That's not the job of a Hogwarts professor," said Dumbledore.

"But it eventually spread to Hogwarts, didn't it?" Snape said.

"That's no reason," said Dumbledore.

"It's really not a reason," Snape said slyly, "but I'm curious about the potion formula that can make the greatest white wizard of this century helpless."

Dumbledore stared at Snape.

There was a brief silence in the headmaster's office, save for the occasional flapping of Fawkes' wings - and then Dumbledore said sharply, "Is it because of Harry?"

Snape's face darkened.

Dumbledore ignored it, and he continued: "This matter is not simple, and it may involve a lot of trouble. Severus, I think you understand this clearly. In addition, I can assume that you are not a whim Are you? You are not such a careless person."

Snape still didn't speak.

Dumbledore didn't need Snape's answer. He spoke calmly, unable to tell what he was thinking: "You care about Harry more than any professor cares about his favorite student."

Snape answered this time, and he said coldly, "I don't think so."

"You understand," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes so piercing that they seemed to read people's hearts. "You've had times like that, haven't you?"

"You mean Lily...?" Snape's pale cheeks blushed quickly, "You say I'm infatuated with Harry like I was infatuated with Lily back then? You say I'm infatuated with a child...?" He looked ugly as if Seriously insulted, "How could you—"

"Severus," Dumbledore interrupted Snape calmly, "Harry is not a child in the usual sense. You are not blinded by the so-called 'past'," he paused, and then Said, "Nor should you be fooled by the present appearance."

Snape seemed about to say something more.

But Dumbledore stopped the subject.He stood up, took his wand and robes, and said simply, "Well, we should go, Severus."

61. Poison in the Stone Basin

The wind was blowing, and the waves were higher and higher, slamming fiercely on the reef, splashing high waves and a lot of white foam.

Harry stood on a black rock, his robe flapped by the salty sea wind. He looked up at the steep cliff behind him, at the gray sky and the endless deep blue sea.

He looked one last at the narrow crack in the cliff that led to the cavern.

The crack at the corner is tight and curved. Standing at his position and looking over, if you don't pay attention, you can't even find the passage, you can only see those steep and rough stone walls crowded back and forth, and you rushed towards it. Sky……

Harry's heart was heavy.

The boundless sea and sky didn't make him feel any open-mindedness at all.He took a few deep breaths against the wind, trying to get rid of the suffocation that suddenly rose in his chest, but the suffocation-like discomfort was still tenaciously entrenched in his heart.

He understands why he feels this way.

Of course, obviously, it was Dumbledore.Harry felt the discomfort spread from his chest to his stomach, which made him frown in disgust.

It was Dumbledore... He never thought that he would come to this place again.

Come to this cold place where he took away his most important elder.

Amidst the sound of the turbulent waves, there was a sudden "crack" that was unique to Apparition.

Dumbledore and Snape appeared beside Harry one after another.

Harry adjusted his mood immediately.

"Professor," Harry said to Dumbledore, and he turned to Snape, "Professor Snape."

Dumbledore responded kindly to Harry, while Snape stood aside indifferently without saying a word.

This made Harry a little dazed and a little speculative: Professor Snape is still angry? ...but what is he mad about?He didn't think much about it, and then said to Dumbledore: "Professor, shall we go in now?"

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "then..." He looked like he wanted to assign a task.

Harry hurriedly said, "I'm at the front. Professor, I've been here before."

Snape on the side frowned at this sentence.

But Dumbledore agreed to Harry's suggestion after only a moment's hesitation: "Then tell us about the contents on the way, Harry."

"Of course, Professor," Harry replied.

A group of people walked towards the cliff, and they saw the narrow passage—even in broad daylight, it was dark inside, and the dark sea water was flowing, which was different from the galloping roar outside, but it still couldn't make people feel any liking. Because the flowing sound is like the screeching sound of a giant snake crawling across the ground, subtle and cold...

"We're going to swim." Harry felt that even if he didn't say anything, the two behind him knew what to do.But he still took the trouble to explain all the details that he could still remember, pulled out his wand, used a fluorescent flash, and jumped down and swam inside first.

The rest of the journey was exactly the same as in memory.When Harry came to the entrance of the vestibule, he cast a cutting spell on himself before the two of them arrived, spilled blood on the rock at the entrance, and immediately healed himself with magic the wound.

Then, when Snape and Dumbledore came up, Snape glanced at the entrance with little interest, then frowned and twitched his hooked nose, as if sniffing something.

Harry felt guilty for no reason.He turned sideways uncomfortably to avoid Snape's hawk-like gaze, but met Dumbledore's gaze the next moment.

Dumbledore clearly understood what Harry had done.Although the old man didn't say anything, Harry could still feel disapproval and another emotion in the other's eyes.

Harry didn't bother to tell.He tugged at the corners of his lips, whispered something that he didn't know what it was, and continued to move forward.

"The place where the Horcruxes are shining green in the center of the lake," Harry briefly introduced after entering the cave, "There are a large number of ghost corpses immersed in the lake, and you need a boat to go to the center of the lake, and the boat can only accommodate one person at a time—a minor People..." Just as he was about to say that underage is not counted, he suddenly remembered that his magic power at this time was no less than that of most adults.However, he immediately thought of a little trick to suppress magic power, so he skipped mentioning it, and only told Dumbledore and Snape that he would take them there after he found the boat.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had been walking on the shore thoughtfully, stretched out his hand, and he said happily, "Is it here?"

Harry was taken aback, and immediately sensed the magic power of Dumbledore's position tentatively, but found nothing at all, so he could only admire - of course, this kind of emotion was only aimed at the white-bearded elderly wizard in front of him.

The three of them took some effort and came to the center of the lake in a small boat twice.

Snape was on the second trip. He and Harry were sitting on the boat, and saw the boy in front of him cast a light spell, and then held up his wand... He saw the other party's expression was calm and rigid, and there was a clear expression in his eyes staring at the lake. disgust and anger.

Snape followed Harry's gaze.He clearly saw the dead body in the water.

Then he looked away indifferently.

The boat quickly reached the center of the lake.Harry and Snape walked up to the slippery rocky islet, and in the process of getting out of the boat, Harry's ankle got caught in the boat's chains, and he staggered and almost fell into the lake - before that , Snape firmly grasped his arm.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry thanked, but he didn't expect Snape to give him a stern look, and immediately let go of his hand and pushed him.

Harry really fell down this time.He hit his knee hard on the rocky ground and hissed in pain.He was a little annoyed, and didn't understand what Snape was thinking.

As for what Snape was thinking when he was grabbing and pushing people away... well, he wasn't really thinking about anything.The awkward potions master's face was full of disgust at this moment, only because his eyes met Dumbledore's at the moment he grabbed Harry.

Under those blue eyes, Snape felt that all the thoughts in his heart could not be hidden.

But do I have any thoughts that I shouldn't have?Snape thought angrily.

He felt a deep disgust at being invaded.

Let alone what Snape was thinking.Harry's temper came and went as quickly as he hit the ground.When he stood up again, he had already forgotten what Snape had done just now, and leaned close to Dumbledore: "Professor, this pot of potion..."

"We should show Severus," said Dumbledore, handing the basin to Snape.

Snape took the stone basin.He observed for a while, then cautiously conjured up a transparent measuring cup the size of a teacup, scooped half a cup from the middle stone basin and placed it in front of his eyes for observation.

He looked as if he wanted to taste it himself.

Harry was nervous this time, he moved his body uncomfortably, moved his body again, and leaned closer to Snape, stammering, "Teacher, professor, this potion—poison..."

Snape, who was concentrating on potions, glanced at Harry: "That's enough, Mr. Ravens, put away your unnecessary worries," he smirked, "Don't treat your Potions professor with some half-assed fools." on a par."

Harry was dumbfounded.

Dumbledore rubbed his crooked nose in embarrassment.

Snape paid no further attention to them.He brought the cup close to his nose, and after sniffing for a while, he cautiously and carefully stuck out his tongue to taste a little...

Harry's muscles tensed.

Snape didn't pause for too long. After about 20 seconds to half a minute, his face changed suddenly. After taking out several bottles of potions of different colors from his robe and pouring them into his mouth, he said in a blunt tone: "You Can you repeat your description of this potion?"

"Uh... of course," Harry was a little puzzled, "can paralyze people, see hallucinations, feel uncomfortable inside their internal organs on fire... need water?"

"So, does the need for water mean drinking, or just touching water?" Snape asked.

Harry was questioned.

And Snape didn't wait for Harry to recall, he was cold, with obvious