When the savior is no longer the savior

Many students were terrified and hurriedly apologized to Snape.

Snape glanced at the other party expressionlessly, without even opening his mouth, pushed the other party away and walked towards the cellar.

The potions office in the Hogwarts vaults was always deserted.

Normally, this kind of desertedness was exactly what Snape valued, but today, he felt that this atmosphere made people uncontrollably irritable and...

Snape took a deep breath, suppressing all the uncomfortable emotions surging in his heart.

He didn't want to believe that he felt panic just now.

Open the door and enter the office, there is still a fire burning but the quiet living room and the half-closed bedroom door.

Harry wasn't awake yet.

Snape frivolously tore off his robes and flung himself on the sofa to try to rest - with no success at all.He opened his eyes suddenly, swung his wand furiously, and an unopened bottle of whiskey flew from the kitchen into his hand.

Snape opened the bottle and poured the wine without hesitation, gulping it down his stomach.

The irritating liquid flowed from the throat into the stomach, and the burning sensation rushed from the stomach to the mind.

Snape drank glass after glass like this, until he drank half the bottle, until he found desperately that he was still sober - he couldn't be more sober than now, he clearly felt The pain, born from the bottom of his heart, the hatred of the cruel fate and the pain of being helpless to himself were intertwined in his heart, like a colorful poisonous snake, corroding his heart with sharp teeth and venom... He has never been like this Had a hard time.

there has never been.

The minutes and seconds passed by, and the inherent ticking sound of the clock on the wall was monotonous and boring.

Snape sat on the sofa for a long time.

He stood up slowly, staggeringly, and walked towards the bedroom with the door closed like the most ordinary half-drunk drunk.He wanted to see the man lying in the bedroom, he wanted to see more, see more, as much as he could...

The door was pushed open.

This is a simple, ordinary and formal room.The overall color is mainly dark green, and the furniture is only a wardrobe, a bed, and a sofa near the corner - it is not difficult to understand that when this room was obtained from Hogwarts, apart from the necessary things, the current serious magician Professor Yao never bothered to add any extra items.

Normally I don't think so, but now... Snape walked into the bedroom and looked at the child resting quietly on the bed.

Or at least should there be a bedside table?To put something...a glass of water, or something?He shook his dizzy head slightly, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

The person on the bed was still soundly asleep, with steady breathing and a peaceful expression.

But just a few hours ago, he was still in convulsions so painful that he couldn't speak...

No, at least if you don’t take the initiative to do something, you won’t be able to do it again. As long as you use that formula to take care of yourself, there will be no problem.

Yes, of course there is nothing wrong with it, it can be so.But 'what not to do'...?

It's all right, Severus, don't overthink it, it's all right.

Severus, don't kid yourself, you understand, Dumbledore understands, you all know, there is no such thing as 'not doing something', he will ask, as long as he knows, he will, he will Will do--

"No." Snape weakly refused.

But that voice seemed to take root in his heart, stubbornly repeating in his ears, repeating in the calmest and cruelest voice: ——only for that damn justice that has never had anything to do with you.

——Just for something like that.

why?

Why does it have to be like this?

It was hard, hard for him to meet another...one who cares about...one who likes...one who loves...

"Why...?" Snape murmured.He bent down exhaustedly and leaned against the head of the bed.

Harry, who was only a few feet away from him, was fast asleep.Snape could even feel the shallow breath from the other's nasal cavity, which was warm and slightly moist...

Snape's eyes fell on Harry's face.

His face was as bad as when we first saw him, pale and blue, and bloodless.Even the lips are the same, there is no healthy color, only faintly blue...

Snape felt groggy.

His eyes stopped, and he vaguely recalled the pictures and feelings buried deep in his memory.that feeling...

As if being bewitched, Snape slowly approached the person lying on the bed bit by bit... Soon, he touched such flexibility, slightly cold, and faintly burning with flames It seemed hot... It was exactly in line with the memory.

Uncontrollably, he stroked the tenderness lightly, then sucked, then bit, and then...

It wasn't until the muffled groans sounded like thunder in Snape's ears that the adult man, who was caught in alcohol and pain, suddenly woke up.

He pulled away from the warmth under his body for a moment as if he was being burned, his eyes widened, and he looked incredulously at the 11-year-old child on the bed with red and swollen lips and half of his clothes ripped open.

"Merlin..." Snape squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, he stood up abruptly, he didn't even care about bumping into the closet next to him, turned his head, and left the bedroom as if stumbling and running away .

Harry was still sleeping peacefully on the bed.

One hour, or two hours?

In fact, he had slept for a long time, but Harry felt that he only had a moment to break free from the darkness, and thought so the moment he opened his eyes.

He fumbled for his wand, pulled his hand out of the quilt, waved it lightly in the air, and saw a line of green characters appear out of thin air.

Harry stared at the line of green letters for a moment.

obvious.he said to himself, and slowly sat up and dressed.Not one hour, not two hours, but eight hours, a full eight hours.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

The cellar is always lit no matter what time of day it is.

Snape, who was sitting on the sofa and didn't know what to think, was obviously startled by the sound of the door being pushed. He turned his head more than once, and even stood up directly from the sofa.

Such a reaction stunned Harry, who was in a bad mood: "Professor...?"

Snape looked at Harry for a second or two, then he quickly looked away in embarrassment and sat down again: "You're awake."

"Hmm." Harry was a little strange, but without thinking about it, he came to sit down opposite Snape, "Professor, do you know the reason for the sudden pain I feel during the day?"

Snape was silent for another second or two, then he said calmly, "It's because of the potion formula. There's something wrong with the potion formula."

"Well..." Harry narrowed his eyes for a while, and then asked, "Professor, don't you ask me how I felt at that time?"

Snape frowned disapprovingly, and said coldly, "I think I'm the school's - your - potions professor, Mr. Ravens."

Harry ignored this sentence, he looked directly at the coffee table in front of him, and said, "I feel pain like being burned by a fire. This kind of pain is so strange... I really can't figure out what kind of physical problem can be called One feels pain that is nearly - exactly - the same as a cursed wound..."

"Mr. Ravens," said Snape sullenly, "what are you implying?"

Harry answered irrelevantly: "Before I fell into a coma, I heard Professor Dumbledore's voice." He raised his eyes to look at Snape, and saw that the other person's expression was as rigid and cold as the black robe he was wearing, "He said he was looking for me? Is it? A coincidence...a very coincidence, isn't it?"

"I don't think you're fit to talk now!" Snape roughly ended the conversation between the two, and he stood up to leave, "Maybe when you wake up a bit—"

"Devilfire," said Harry.

Snape's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Harry was in no hurry to speak, he took a deep breath and seemed to try to relax himself, but it obviously failed-you can see it from the sudden irritability in his expression.

"Let me think about it...Professor, do you mean for me to say it?...It's not a big problem..." He said, his voice seemed a little cold, "The pain I suddenly felt came from the devil's flame .As for why you feel this way...I'm afraid it's because Professor Dumbledore is dealing with the Horcrux. Professor Dumbledore has already had such worries, so he didn't deal with the Horcrux he got immediately, but When the collection came to an end, I tried to use a little devil flame to try to verify..."

"Enough!" Snape growled.

But Harry's dry voice had already continued and finished: "It seems...he was right."

There was no sound in the potion office.

Whether it is the sound of burning flames, the sound of the clock moving, or the occasional sound of footsteps from outside...all, all sounds become distant and illusory at this moment.

Snape heard his own heart beating rapidly, he collected himself and tried to say something - but no sound came out of his hoarse throat.

There was a brief silence.

Harry, who was sitting on the chair, relaxed, raised his head, and smiled pretending to be relaxed: "Actually, it's not too difficult to understand. There is always a price. This world... I have destroyed so much..."

Snape couldn't understand Harry's words.But he could see the smile on the face of the boy who sat in front of him and said "it doesn't matter" with a smile was fading little by little.

He looked into those emerald green eyes.

Those eyes, which were always clear, were full of pain at this moment.

The short and limited time is extended infinitely.

After an unknown amount of time, Snape saw that the smile on the child's face finally disappeared.

He heard his voice, the clean voice soft and hopeless.

Harry murmured, just to himself:

"Why……?"?

68. The Horcrux is over...

A week after Dumbledore talked to Snape.

Five days after Harry officially started class.

The day before El was about to return to Hogwarts.

There was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

Dumbledore, who was watching the fog in front of the silverware, didn't look back, and said, "Please come in."

The door opened and closed again.

Dumbledore turned his head: "Harry?" He was a little surprised.

"Yes, Professor," Harry replied, and smiled a little awkwardly, "Well, I tried out the names of a few sweets down there—"

Dumbledore immediately smiled understandingly: "Of course, of course, I like bloody lollipops a lot recently, and the latest one has a really special taste. So what's the matter, Harry?" He said, pointing to Chair, "Sit down first, we can talk slowly, Harry."

"No, no need," said Harry, "I just wanted to say something about the connection between the Horcruxes and me..."

This sentence made the smile on the old headmaster's face disappear.He looked at Harry for a moment: "Did Severus tell you?" He murmured softly, "This is unexpected..."

"I guessed it myself." Harry said briefly, and then continued to the topic, "I think..." He couldn't help but stop and took a deep breath, "Well, I think..."

Harry still couldn't speak.He just felt that there was a lump in his throat out of thin air, and it was stuck there, making it impossible for him to make a sound... He felt extremely uncomfortable, and he even thought, why force himself like this?Wouldn't it be nice to pretend not to know?No one can blame him, no one can demand that he - demand himself - die...

But what is the point of such an escape?Harry thought distraughtly.Could he really pretend it didn't exist?Since he could never forget the past and those who died, how could he - how could he - pretend that the Horcrux didn't exist?How could he ignore the evil consequences caused by himself...?

It's all his fault.

he thought.

It's all his fault.

That's right, this situation was caused by him, he has the responsibility—obligation—to bring it back to the original track, not to mention that he was already ready, it was just a little earlier in time, there was nothing—nothing— — Big deal... said Harry to himself.

And maybe you won't lose your life?Maybe it's still just a health issue?He comforted himself again, no matter how pale the comfort was.He took another deep breath, tensed his body and coughed twice. After he felt that he could finally speak, he stared at his clasped hands, slowly and dryly expressing his many days of thoughts and preparations, without any fluctuations in his voice. Yes, told Dumbledore together.

Dumbledore kept watching Harry.His eyes as calm as the sea slowly overflowed with sadness, and he murmured: "Harry, Harry..."

--I'm very sorry.

--I am very sorry.

It didn't take Harry too long to talk with Dumbledore. Half an hour later, Harry, who left the principal's office, was about to go back to the auditorium for dinner, but unexpectedly ran into Il and Lily on the stairs.

He was a little surprised.

Lily and El were pleasantly surprised.Il walked quickly to Harry's side: "Harry? Why are you here?"

"Speak to the Headmaster about something," said Harry. "What about you?"

"I can come back to class tomorrow, come here and ask the professor to sign." Yi Er raised the parchment in his hand.

Harry nodded, "So—"

"Harry, how about having dinner tonight?" Lily asked enthusiastically before Harry left.El also said expectantly: "Hey, let's go together? Lily cooks delicious food tonight, brother!"

Harry hesitated for a moment.

The next moment, a strong old hand rested on his shoulder: "Of course, I think Harry is very happy, Lily."

Dumbledore said, seeing Harry turn his head, smile and wink at the other party: "Well, you can still rest there for the night, but you have to come back to class the next day, otherwise Severus will get angry at me .”

Harry smiled because of Dumbledore's words, he no longer hesitated, decided to obey his little willfulness, nodded and said: "Of course, I'm very happy, Il..." There was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but he smiled in front of him The sweet and bright red-haired witch, still whispered, "Lily."

She never thought that Harry would call her that. Lily was both surprised and happy. She felt that today was her lucky day. She didn't hesitate any longer. As soon as she pulled Harry past her, she began to arrange his robe and hair, complaining while being happy "Oh, Harry, I'm going to say your hair is so much better than Il and James's—even better than mine! Is that hair on James and Il? Grass, my God—"

Harry, who had just done some mental preparation, was suddenly stunned. He felt that this attitude was... er, jumping too fast, right?He couldn't help turning to look at Yi Er, and asked with his eyes: She... Lily, has it always been like this?

Il was following Dumbledore to the principal's office. He caught Harry's gaze and hurriedly returned a comforting and sympathetic look: Hey, we're all used to it, you understand...

With a distance of thirty steps, Harry, who was being scouted enthusiastically from head to toe, felt that he really understood.

He turned his head to look at Lily who was adjusting his cuffs, and wanted to express his helplessness with his eyes, but he didn't notice that the corners of his lips had unconsciously curved into a big arc...

That night, when Lily took Harry and Il home and told James that Harry would have dinner with them in the evening, she put on a shirt casually and was idly flipping through "The Prophet" while drinking water in the living room. James of the Daily News immediately sprayed the water in his mouth on the newspaper.

"...what?" he stammered.

Lily, who had already entered the kitchen, said angrily: "Hey, is it so surprising to you that Harry is eating with us? Huh?"

"Oh, oh," James settled down, "Of course...I mean, of course not." He saw Il and Harry walking into the living room, messed up the newspaper, and told Il to take care of it first. Harry, hurried upstairs.

The sound of hurried footsteps passed through the kitchen, and Lily, who started to prepare dinner, leaned out curiously, "Il, Harry, what is James doing?"

"Who knows?" Il shrugged and bumped into Harry as a greeting, "Sit whatever you want, this is your home anyway."

With his hands in his pockets, Harry was a little nervous at first, but when the familiar pattern entered his eyes, he slowly relaxed and sat down in the position he was used to.

Earl was right.This is his home, even if...

He looked at Lily in the kitchen, and at Il beside him.

At this time, Yi Er had already touched the candies and biscuits under the coffee table.

Lily in the kitchen yelled immediately, as if she had an eye growing behind her back: "Il, it's time to eat, don't eat anything else!"

"Hey, it's just a little bit!" Il yelled dissatisfiedly, and then he saw Harry, and immediately slyly said to the kitchen, "Lily, you can't do this, what do you want me to serve Harry?"

Lily answered without ambiguity: "Not even Harry—it's time to eat! You can't bring bad habits to your brother."

Earl froze immediately.

Harry thought it was funny, but then he caught El's pleading gaze.

Il said softly, "Talk to her? I bet she'll agree."

"It's not impossible," Harry said deliberately, "but the problem is that I don't want to eat it."

Il glared at Harry angrily, and was about to say something when he heard the sound of the door opening from the second floor, and then James came down the stairs in a new dress—then both of them knew that James What did Tom go to do just now?

"What is this for...?" El murmured in surprise.

Harry actually wanted to ask the same question.

James quickly came to the living room, and he winked at Il.

Il looked at Harry, and suddenly realized: "Well——I'll go to the room to get something, you talk first?" He asked Harry.

Harry was a little moved, and nodded slightly in agreement.

Yi Er breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the second floor.

James sat next to Harry, and he cleared his throat: "Well, ha-Harry, you've been with Snape for the past two days... well, Professor Snape, are you still used to it?"

"No problem," Harry replied.

James loosened his tie that was too tight. He seemed eager to find something interesting to talk about: "I heard from Il that you were 24 when you came here? It's been six years since you graduated from Hogwarts..."

"Yes." Harry replied.

"What were you doing at that time?" James asked, and then felt that it was a bit abrupt, and said quickly, "I mean, I liked Quidditch very much when I was young, and my dream was to be a Quidditch player. Auror—er, me?" He was a little unsure.

"Yes, always." Harry's voice was a little low.

At first James thought Harry was not very happy, but he soon realized that the pair of green eyes were much brighter than before, and there was a vague nostalgia in their gaze.

Remembering... James didn't deny that it was a strange feeling.But it wasn't too bad, after all—well—those eyes were pretty much like Lily's, weren't they?

He comforted himself like this, and it gradually became natural: "What about you? If you become a Quidditch player, oh, I must say that would be wonderful... By the way, I have no doubts at all." You have the talent." He smiled, "So does Il."

"Actually, it's an Auror." Harry replied, leaning back in his chair, and his sitting posture was no longer as vigilant as it was at the beginning, "but I planned to be an Auror after a few years." Just fly Quidditch."

"Oh," James was a little surprised, "it's not easy, is it? I mean those Quidditch teams are always yelling young and young, it doesn't even matter if they actually graduated from Hogwarts or got the level of wizarding certificate."

"It's like this, but the savior," he shrugged and joked, "There are always some discounts."

James also found it new: "This kind of feeling - since you want to play Quidditch, why don't you start playing? Play as an Auror when you retire, so as to avoid being arranged by others because of your young age. .”

"Age is not a problem." Harry evaded the important point.

But just after asking James, he realized: "Is it... because of Voldemort's remnants?"

Harry didn't say anything, it was a tacit consent.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them.But immediately, James coughed and asked again: "Did you become a player later? Um... six years?" He asked uncertainly.

"No," said Harry.

James said quickly, "It doesn't matter, this time it will be fine."

Harry nodded naturally: "I think so."

Lily's voice came from the kitchen: "James, Harry, wait for me for another 10 minutes, it will be ready soon!"

James and Harry responded at the same time, they both froze for a moment, and then they looked at each other and smiled.

James was completely relaxed, and he said to Harry, "What position did you achieve in those six years? Let me see...well, the savior is always different," he said, smiling himself, "Captain Auror? 24 years old, or the captain of the Auror team earlier...Young talent, Harry. I didn't get this position until I was 26."

"Uh..." Harry seemed a little at a loss for what to say.

It just so happened that Il came down the stairs at this time, heard what James said, and said contemptuously: "Harry just turned [-] and he will be the captain, and he is still the captain, poor James." He turned to the kitchen.

James stared blankly at Harry: "Huh?"

"Um..." Harry looked from the departing Il to James. "Well, I think," he said awkwardly, "he's right."

"Oh, oh..." James seemed to have been hit hard, he stuttered twice before recovering his voice, "This increased speed..."

"As soon as I entered, I was the vice-captain of the main team. And in fact, the situation wasn't too good at that time." Harry comforted the other party.

"Oh, it's understandable." James seemed really comforted, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's understandable. There are always some problems after the war. Can you talk about it?" He asked.

Harry nodded: "It's nothing wrong, it's been so long. In fact, although it's not very good, the situation at that time was really much better than when Voldemort was around. You—well, you probably didn't It's hard to imagine that the three Unforgivable Curses that should have entered Azkaban in peacetime were common things at that time. After Voldemort's death, some Death Eaters settled down, but they soon discovered that even if the Ministry of Magic was willing Let them go, and the families of the victims are not willing to let them go, let alone some new students involved..." Harry was confused for a moment.

But James immediately understood: the new class of rights-benefit distribution.It's a little hard to say, after all, it's not so - well, above board.

"And then?" James asked curiously.

"Then, the former Death Eaters who discovered this started their activities. Some shrewd and cowardly wrecked underground, such damage is not easy to detect and has great hidden dangers; while the other part of the vicious Death Eaters who escaped at that time The gangsters began to attack Muggle-born wizards or Muggles indiscriminately, and sometimes even half-bloods, or even pure-bloods, were the targets of their attacks. After the incident spread, emotions such as panic and indignation once again permeated the magic world. I am that I joined the Aurors at the time... I shouldn't be promoted to captain so quickly," Harry said honestly, "but all kinds of voices... Well, you should have read that woman Rita's article, right?"

"Nonsense woman," James muttered.

"But instigating emotions is a good hand." Harry said helplessly, "because of her few articles, 'snowflake-like letters'--what the captain at the time described to me--flew to the office, and I didn't make any mistakes. Big mistake, so I was promoted two years later."

James expressed his understanding, but he immediately remembered one thing: "How many missions did you have to send out in a month at that time?"

"When the vice-captain?" Harry asked, then thought for a moment, "A dozen times... or more? Twenty times but not more than twenty-five times. I remember being at home every month-well, here Or three or five days in Grimmauld Place."

"Twenty or twenty-five times?" James repeated, looking at Harry with sudden mixed emotions. "I go out up to five times a month..."

"Peace and war," Harry said quietly.

"Yeah," James replied, and he was silent for a while, "is it also related to your identity? It's related to Death Eaters, it's difficult...they will think of you first, right? In fact, you're going to be a Quidditch No one can say anything about odd players..."

Harry pursed his lips, but didn't answer.

James, on the other hand, felt sad—not intensely sad, but lingering.

For the first time, he realized that he and Lily might have another child.And this child has been under unimaginable pressure from birth to death.

It's not fair, is it?

And it's not pleasant either...

"Hey, you can go to the table, eat!" Lily's voice came from the kitchen.

"you--"

"you--"

The two spoke at the same time, and then fell silent together.

James smiled first and said, "Harry, let's go to the table. Lily made her best apple pie today—I bet you won't forget it once you eat it!"

"I think so," Harry stood up with a smile, "I can already smell the aroma." He came to the dining table and saw El holding a piece of freshly baked apple pie into his mouth while exhaling.

"Oh, ha-ha, eat-ss-eat!" He tore off a piece and stuffed it to Harry.

Harry took a sip when he was stopped angrily by Lily who came out of the kitchen.Lily drove the two of them into the bathroom to wash their hands, and then asked James if he wanted a drink.

"Harry, do you want it?" James asked over his shoulder.

"Jesus—James," Lily cried, "you're asking an eleven-year-old if he wants a drink?"

"Oh, honey, Harry's more than 11 years old, I bet he has a girl he likes...well, once..." James said.

"I want, I want! Dad!" Il's voice came out, "I want fire whiskey, the best seller in Hogsmeade!"

"Il!" Lily said angrily.

"No kidding," James said, "but if your mother isn't here, I can get you a butterbeer..."

"James! What are you talking about!?" Lily's anger shifted.

During the noisy, four people went to the table together.

It was clearly a warm and enjoyable dinner.All four of them worked hard to create an atmosphere, and indeed eliminated the barriers.So when James hesitated to ask Harry to call him by his first name after dinner, Harry quickly changed the address to a sufficiently intimate Christian name without waiting for James to actually say it.

James looked as happy as Lily.

That night, Harry slept in his previous room - his room was reserved.

And Il, who could have slept in his own room, hugged the quilt and squeezed onto Harry's bed.

Harry was a little worried about his sleep problems at night.

But Il wrapped himself up in a big cocoon, and then yawned and said to Harry: "Okay, go to sleep, so I probably won't fall asleep and hug you again... Ah— — Ha, neither James nor Lily like to sleep with me. They all say that my sleep is different, but Lily is fine, James..." He looked contemptuous, "I think he just wanted to sleep with Lily. Excuse me, he doesn't sleep much better than me."

Harry smiled.

Il closed his eyes, opened them again not long after, and asked Harry, "Can we do the same in the future?" He was not sure, hesitant and expectant, "I mean, we all want you to come... …Well, it’s not just me, James and Lily are also looking forward to it, we can live together…Even if there’s something a little unaccustomed to, we’ll get used to it soon…”

"I know." Harry interrupted Il. "I think……"

He opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Outside the window, a crescent moon hangs alone on the top of a dry tree that has not yet grown leaves. Occasionally, there are a few sharp and sharp bird calls, and there is a slight noise when the wind passes through the window and blows the screen... Night flows everywhere. quiet.

How long can he look at this kind of tranquility - this kind of scenery?Harry thought unexpectedly.

But before that, he had responded to Il with a smile:

"Of course, I'm coming. That's always been my expectation."

...even if it's a little self-deceiving.

But I want to -- I've always wanted to -- have these.

So, go try it, go try it.A voice whispered in Harry's heart.

before actually leaving.

From then on until the final exam of the first grade, nothing happened to Harry.He resumed his leisurely life when he first arrived at Hogwarts. During the day, he followed Draco and Il (of course, these two people would never appear at the same time) to do homework slowly in class, and at night he drank the magic potion made by Snape. Potions, and continued with additional tutoring in Potions.

It is worth mentioning that Harry felt that Snape was getting nicer to him (he hadn't heard the other party's sarcasm for a long time), but he seemed to be getting more and more silent (often speaking less than three sentences a night)... ...Harry was a little uneasy, and found a time to humbly ask the other party and apologize tactfully, but after Snape looked at him in silence for a while, he turned angrily and left. The next day, the ordinary, mean, and eccentric , Greasy Potions Professor is back.Harry once again lived a life of being ridiculed by the other party, so he was completely at ease, and continued to stay in the potions office with the cheek to prepare for the upcoming final exam.

The final exam lasted for a week, and when the grades came out, Harry found that he got a neither bad nor bad grade—second in age.

He glanced at No.1, and was not surprised to find a familiar name written on it: Hermione?Granger.

He congratulated the little witch who was blushing with excitement, and then made his way back to the potions office.

Snape was brewing potions in his office, and he glanced at Harry who came in: "You declined Potter's invitation to live in Godric's Hollow?"

"Well, that's right." Harwich said, "How do you know?"

"Lily owl me." Snape was in a bad mood, but it wasn't because of Lily's letter, but because the kid in front of him had told him three days ago that potions classes would be suspended during the summer vacation—and he thought he was going with Lily's family travel!

Merlin, he should have known earlier, if a Ravens would not make a fuss, it would be better to just expect the White Wizard and the Dark Lord to shake hands and dance together.

"What are your plans for the summer?" Snape asked.

"Going to a place." Harry said vaguely, "Something from the past...Professor, what have you been researching lately? Haven't you made any progress?" He found Snape cleaning the cauldron in front of him with a gloomy expression new.

Snape snorted coldly: "This is none of your business, Mr. Ravens."

Harry shrugged: "So...Professor, I'm going first?"

"When will you be back?" Snape asked.

"It's hard to say, I'm afraid it will take the whole vacation... Can I go to Spider's End when I get back?" Harry asked.

This question put Snape in a better mood: "Where is the orphanage?"

"I've greeted the dean, anyway, I've been very transparent since I was a child." Harry said indifferently.

Snape looked at Harry slowly, "Where's Lily?"

Harry was stunned for a moment: "Didn't Il say that they plan to travel during the summer vacation? I'm going...should I say hello first?"

Snape was in a completely better mood, and he