When the savior is no longer the savior

Begging: "Master, master... no no, sir, sir, listen to me..." He raised his head, his mouse-like face and those small moist eyes were full of flattery, " I'm for you! Sir, I'm for you! I came out to tell you what Harry Ravens is capable of! You don't know, he—"

"Very powerful?" Voldemort said casually.

"Yes, yes, he did not fail under the siege of the five of us, very—"

"Powerful?" said Voldemort.

Wormtail said humbly: "Of course not as powerful as you."

Voldemort laughed. "Oh, come on, Wormtail, the Dark Lord doesn't underestimate any enemy...even if he ever did." He murmured, seemed to think for a moment, then raised his hand.

There was a scalp-numbing hissing sound, and a colorful poisonous snake slowly crawled out from a dark corner.It passed Wormtail.Wormtail lowered his body as much as he could, but he still met the snake's cold eyes.

This made him dodge aside in disgust.

The wrist-thick snake crawled up Voldemort's palm.

Voldemort stroked the snake's jaw, and after a while, he said, "Okay, Wormtail, you can go down, and keep in touch with your little friend at the Ministry of Magic."

"Yes, sir. But Fenrir and the others in the woods—" Before Wormtail finished speaking, a cold black shadow suddenly brushed his cheek, and then landed heavily on his shoulder!

Wormtail, who had just straightened up, froze completely.

Slowly, the heavy weight on Wormtail's shoulder began to squirm, like some kind of reptile... Wormtail saw something on his shoulder: a thick, long, brightly colored poisonous snake was holding a mouse a little It slipped off his shoulders little by little.

The rat with its fangs running through its body isn't dead yet.It struggled weakly, drops of blood flowed down those ferocious white teeth, followed the sliding of the poisonous snake, and fell all the way on Wormtail's robe.

Wormtail couldn't help moving towards the mouse that the viper was biting, as if he wanted to do something.

But the mouse was swallowed.

Right at this moment.

Wormtail flinched heavily.

"Wormtail," came Voldemort's icy warning at this time, "don't take the Dark Lord's tolerance as presumptuous capital. Do you think I need to explain everything to you?—Do you think that everything about me needs to be explained to you?" Are you going to finish it?"

"No, sir, I never—" cried Wormtail, "I just wanted to share your worries! I've been faithful—loyal—"

"That's why I put up with you," said Voldemort, "at least useful, and loyal." He waved his wand lightly, and a line of silver letters danced and danced in the air, squeezing each other in rows, illuminating It illuminates the woods, and also illuminates a face full of greed.

"Master, master..." Wormtail stared closely at the magic spell in midair, and moaned joyfully as if weeping, while stretching out his hand to grab the corner of the opponent's robe and kiss.

Voldemort sat quietly in his seat.He looked at Wormtail under his feet, but he was thinking of another person not far away.

His fateful enemy.

Harry?Ravens, the former savior, Harry who was placed high hopes by the wizarding world?It never occurred to Potter that he was actually less than three miles away from his old enemy.

Of course, even if he knew, whether he still had the energy to care about it at this moment was another matter.

He was facing Snape.

And Snape, his professor, the adult man he had kissed impulsively just now looked at him, rubbing the corner of his lips with one hand, with an inscrutable expression: "You didn't kiss her?" He repeated Harry's words.

Harry tried his best to concentrate, but his eyes still moved uncontrollably on the finger on the other's lips, and he realized that the finger was fucking tempting him!The taste of those lips—Merlin!

The savior wailed from the bottom of his heart, and he felt an astonishing heat rise on his cheeks. He turned his head slightly to avoid the sight in front of him, and said with wandering eyes, "Yes...it's like this."

"Well," said the Potions Professor noncommittally, "what are you telling me this for? I suspect," he paused slightly, "—it has nothing in particular to do with me—your professor—."

...the gloomy, greasy old bastard!Had it not been for the right atmosphere right now, Harry would have almost cursed out of his mouth.He turned his head and stared at Snape, who couldn't believe that the other party would say this after kissing him - God, what did he think the kiss between the two just now was?Did the two collide face to face?

But Snape's complicated expression calmed Harry's anger.

He met those deep black eyes, and it took him a long time to see a hint of vigilance and fear in them.

Harry was taken aback at first, but then he realized that the emotions weren't really aimed at him.

Patronuses don't lie.

Snape was simply wary of the thing that meant so much to him - so many people - the thing itself.

love itself.

There was a brief silence between the two of them, and Harry decided to put it another way.

He mentioned the battle just now: "Professor, if you had been late just now, I would probably have been bitten by a werewolf." He saw Snape's face darken like ink in an instant, and for the first time he didn't feel any worry or fear, but just Feeling warm in my heart, "So—will you leave me? Since I may turn into a werewolf when the moon is full."

"Let me remind you," said Snape dryly, "maybe Mr. Ravens is content to be a headless Gryffindor, but some three-year-olds know common sense—such as as long as it's not on a full moon night." You don't turn into a werewolf if you get bitten by a werewolf—you better understand," he said sarcastically, "just for your false first grade."

Harry said weakly, "I'm already a Slytherin."

"Your Gryffindor is immortal," Snape smirked.

Harry wisely refrained from arguing with the other party, and returned to the original topic: "...What if I was bitten when the moon was full?"

Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he glared at Harry, growling, "What the hell made you—"

"Professor!" Harry raised his voice.

Snape's cheeks twitched violently, and after a while, he said coldly, "I think you probably have forgotten what honor your professor has become a master of potions."

Improved wolfbane potion?Harry blinked and smiled: "Professor, just say no?"

As he said that, Harry didn't wait for Snape to answer, and immediately said, "But no professor would love students so much." He looked at Snape's furrowed brows and the sneer on his lips, and thought again What he was going to say next, felt his cheeks getting hot, but he didn't hesitate, "Besides, I don't think any student will try to exchange saliva kisses with his professor—if he really Treat the other party as his professor's words."

A brief silence.

"...what are you trying to say?" Snape asked.

In the darkness, the flames in the sky gradually diminished, and the faint voices of people in the distance gradually approached.But these couldn't stop Harry anymore.He quietly clenched his fist to give himself more courage, then leaned closer to Snape again, and kissed the place that tasted really good.

During the exchange of breaths, Harry could easily feel the slight trembling and warmth of his chest—the heartbeat and body temperature of another person.It is true that it lacks enough softness, but it is calm and powerful enough to make people feel at ease-Harry thought that he would never meet another person who could give him such a feeling.

Dumbledore?Although the old man is dependent, he obviously cannot rely on the other party's arms.

James?God knows that sometimes the other party is even more active than him...

Harry was a little distracted, and when he followed him, he felt a pain in his lip, which was bitten.

He was a little surprised, amused and annoyed, so he ground his teeth on the spot and bit back.

But the bitten person didn't seem to be angry, he slowly entered into a deeper position, and then brushed lightly...

Harry admitted that for a moment his body went limp, and somewhere he hardened.But soon, all these charming and ambiguous things dissipated.

He found that his neck was about to cramp.

Bastard Merlin!Asshole height! !Asshole 12 years old! ! !

The savior, who had to end early, was out of breath, calm and calm on the surface, roaring wildly in his heart.

The nights after the Quidditch World Cup can be long and frightening for some.

When dawn came, the fire that spread to half of the woods was finally brought under control.James and Sirius, who had been busy all night, returned to the camp, only to find that Harry, who had left the first, hadn't returned yet.

Lily was terribly pale.El also looked very anxious.

James rubbed his face and said with force, "Lily, don't worry, I'll go out and find—"

"I'm back." Sirius, who was looking out with a frown, cut off James' words.

Before James understood what Sirius was talking about, El jumped out of the tent and shouted, "Harry!"

"I'm fine..." Before Harry could finish his sentence when he walked in with his face wiped, James asked angrily, "Where did you go? You couldn't see anyone all night! Many wizards were burned by the fire in the woods." Burnt!"

He spoke sternly, with worry and tension in his words.

Harry hesitated for a moment: "It's nothing... but there may be a little trouble." He suddenly turned around and looked out of the window - a brown owl was flapping its wings and flying in through the window.

"What is this?" Yi Er was the first to question.

Harry untied the letter from the owl's leg, and opened it while answering: "Warning letter from the Ministry of Magic." He understated, "Probably warning me that I will be expelled if I use magic outside of school... oh." He picked Eyebrows, eyes fell on the letter paper, looking a little surprised.

"What's the matter?" Il leaned over to read the letter next to Harry, and saw it written in black dragon's blood ink on the parchment: Dear Mr. Ravens: We have received a report that you are at the Quidditch World Cup tonight. The host area used many spells (including sleeping spells, impeding spells, disarming spells and black magic).

This behavior is a serious violation of the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act", so you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Seeing this, Il was taken aback. He hurriedly continued to look down, and sure enough, he saw the words on it: ... and the Ministry of Magic will soon send representatives to your location to destroy your wand.

In addition, in view of the seriousness of your repeated use of enchantments, we regret to inform you that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic on August 8th at 25:[-] am for trial.

Hope you take care.

"Harry——" Il didn't look at the other content, he yelled at Harry, but saw that the brother standing next to him didn't seem to care at all, smiled and folded the letter casually and threw it on the table.

The three adults in the camp also saw the letter, and they all looked serious without exception.Lily grabbed Harry's hand almost eagerly: "What the hell happened!?"

"It's nothing." Harry reassured him.He said calmly, "Everything is according to plan... You see, it's already here."

He pointed out the window.

Outside the window, the orange sun lightly jumped over the mountains.A row of straight birch trees is a little bit away, and an owl from afar spreads its wings and flies down obliquely.

A new day begins.

The author has something to say: All kinds of guilt, I was too busy yesterday, so I couldn't update it... No matter how much it is in the next week, it will be updated every day!make a fist!

The next chapter will be about Snape, and it will be updated tomorrow night.

By the way, are there any readers of "Fengxiang Nine Heavens" here?Probably next week, Fengxiang will open customization><In addition, the cute picture of the blue-eyed kitten in the previous chapter, thank you BOWBOW girl for your strong support =w=

83

83. After the trial...

"So you fled to me?" In the residence at Spider's End, Snape hit the nail on the head.

"Professor..." Harry drew out his voice, covering his chest to indicate that he had been stabbed.

Snape raised an eyebrow.After looking at Harry for a while, he suddenly said, "Dumbledore said that you used memory balls to record all the battles at that time?"

"Huh?" Although he didn't understand why Snape suddenly mentioned this, Harry quickly got into the mood.He casually took something out of his pocket and threw it to Snape, saying, "I've written it down for use when I go to court."

Snape drew out his wand and tapped the ball, and the ball immediately became as big as a TV screen: "Did you know there was going to be a big mess from the beginning?"

"How could I possibly know," replied Harry, looking at Snape's expression, and said with a wry smile, "Hey, Professor, I really don't know—there's nothing wrong with this World Cup, isn't it? Is it? There aren't any Death Eaters around now."

"Actually, they may have already come out," Snape replied. "Besides, in common sense...?"

"Hmmm..." Harry said, shaking his shoulders uncomfortably, "Well, from what I know of him, I'm 100% sure he'd do it—such a pompous, arrogant guy."

"You didn't tell us," Snape said softly.

"I told Dumbledore," Harry argued.

"You know what I'm talking about," Snape said coldly.

Harry kept his mouth shut.

Snape frowned, and his gaze fell back to the memory ball, but the scene of Harry being pinned to the ground by a werewolf just played in the memory ball made his heart twitch again.He looked away with a sullen face, and waved his wand to return the memory ball to its original size: "Are you no longer planning to continue your studies at Hogwarts?"

Harry wasn't surprised that Snape thought of that - his professor was always so observant.He thought about it and said, "I still have to take two wizard level tests. I'll be back in a while. Let's see when the Ministry of Magic closes this case."

"I think this period of time does not depend on the speed with which the Ministry of Magic can solve the problem, but on your personal will." Snape was not without ridicule.

Harry wisely didn't answer.

Snape sulked for a while by himself, then continued, "What are you going to do on the day of the trial?"

"Professor Dumbledore has agreed to testify for me," Harry replied.

Snape didn't speak.

Harry suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked at Snape and then at Snape, and a thought slowly came to his mind—is his professor unhappy?Although his face didn't change much, but...

Harry pondered for a while, then said cautiously, "Well, Professor, can you come over on that day? At 8 am on August 25th, are you free?"

Snape didn't comment: "Let me see."

However, Harry understood in an instant that the other party had agreed, and when he thought about it again, he couldn't help but smile.

But Snape's subsequent words made Harry's smile disappear: "Did you tell Lily?"

"Well, I just came out just now..."

"No?"

"..."

"Tell them before the trial."

Finally getting discouraged, Harry muttered, "Professor, I just don't know what to say."

Snape glanced at Harry, "Honestly."

"Lily won't be able to take it." Harry scratched his hair irritably, and was about to continue, but was interrupted by Snape, who said beyond doubt: "They are not children anymore, Harry? Raven S. Do you treat others as children while refusing to be treated as children of you?"

"I--"

"What are you?"

"I just--"

"Just don't want them to be hurt, don't you want them to be shadowed?"

"Yes, that's it, you should understand—"

"I don't understand." Snape interrupted Harry impatiently, with deep creases between his brows, and with his hands on the coffee table, he approached Harry and said, "I don't understand, because what you did It's far from your original intention."

"professor……"

"You try to get them out of danger, but you don't have the ability to completely eliminate the danger; you try to get them out of the haze, but what you do can only make them feel more haze."

"Professor!" Harry raised his voice, "I just—"

"Afraid of losing again?" Snape asked sharply.

Harry's voice caught in his throat.

A moment of silence.

Harry turned his face away, and he waved his wand towards the fireplace as if venting, the firewood inside suddenly bounced up and hit the stone wall hard, then fell back to its original place in a mess, burning: "Yes, yes , you're right, I'm just afraid, I'm weakly afraid of losing—"

"You're not alone," Snape said flatly.

"what?"

"You're not the only one who is afraid of losing." Snape straightened up again, and he whispered, "Lily, Dumbledore... Potter, they are worried, because they worry about you as much as you worry about them." .”

Harry was undoubtedly moved.He lowered his head, crossed his arms to support his head for a while, and said sullenly: "But if there is really someone..."

"Remember what you said?" Snape said.

"what?"

"'Some things are worth our lives', now it seems that this life refers specifically to Mr. Ravens?" Snape sneered.

"No, no, I mean... of course, I see." Harry let out a breath of resignation, and he murmured, "You've convinced me, Professor."

"You always knew what to do," Snape said.

"But you helped me make up my mind," insisted Harry, and then he paused, looking at the fireplace, and said hesitantly, "But... Professor, you won't let me make it clear to Lily and James tonight Bar?"

"Before the trial," said Snape nonchalantly, trying to suppress the nausea he felt at hearing the name James.

Harry didn't notice this one, but he recalled another one: "Professor, you were reminding me of the family... um," he said in surprise, "The Potters?"

Snape's face darkened suddenly, the corners of his lips twisted, and he said dryly, "It's just because of Lily."

Harry smirked: "My mother? I'd be jealous, Severus."

Snape glared at Harry, "Stop kidding."

"Where am I joking?" Harry asked back.

"That's—" Snape paused for a moment, "mother of two!"

"Your favorite woman," said Harry noncommittally, "was, and maybe still is?"

"Harry? Ravens!" Snape angrily called Harry by first and last name.

Harry sat on the sofa watching Snape.

The two confronted each other for a while, and Snape turned and left with a gloomy face.

...was the joke too far?Harry was a little guilty, he wanted to stop the other party, but he was vaguely unhappy—why this topic can never be brought up?I'm not even mad yet... Harry thought.

But to his surprise, Snape stopped halfway up the stairs.He turned his head again, his face was livid, and he gritted his teeth: "It's very unfortunate, what a pity, Harry? Mr. Potter, your surname is also Potter, and you are also a member of that family!"

"Oh—Severus!?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

"If you want to ask again—" Snape sneered, he raised his wand and waved it, the sofa under Harry turned into a small bed, and the clothes beside him became quilts, "That's right, I still For your sake, Mr. Ravens. It is time for you to rest, my 'little friend'!"

"Wait, Professor!" Harry quickly stopped Snape who was about to turn around after speaking.

Snape's face was ugly: "What else do you want to say? Still not satisfied?"

"No no, I mean - I think - I think - maybe we could have a bottle of Aging Potion?" said Harry impulsively.

"Aging agent?" Snape was confused for a moment, "What are you going to do—" he suddenly came to his senses, and said in disbelief, "...wait, I think, it's not what I thought it was?"

Harry coughed dryly, and he began to feel a little hot on his face: "I think—well, you're right."

"Stop kidding!" Snape nearly snarled, "You're only 12!"

"Oh," perhaps because of Snape's uneasiness, Harry, who was a little embarrassed, became more at ease, and he shrugged his shoulders, "Actually, it's not—" This was the first time.Harry swallowed the last few words because of Snape's murderous gaze.

"Sleep, sleep!" Snape almost chewed the two words.

Harry rubbed his nose, didn't dare to speak any more, took off his coat and lay down on his little bed.

Snape turned and went upstairs, but before he could take a few steps, Harry's voice came after him again: "Well, Professor, why does this crib look familiar to me, as if—"

Snape couldn't take it anymore, he said viciously, "Can you be quiet for a while? Huh? For Merlin's sake?"

A moment of silence.

"Of course, as long as it's not with you, Professor." Harry said lightly.

There was another moment of silence.

The slamming door shook the whole house.

At 8:25 a.m. on August 9, the trial took place in Courtroom [-] on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Harry thanked them for not taking him to courtroom ten this time, and for not making any impromptu advances in time.At nine o'clock sharp, Harry sat in the Judgment Chair, a straight-backed wooden chair that limped and knocked a bit, but was better than a chair that chained people.

The trial begins.

The presiding judge was an old wizard, and there was only a recorder sitting next to him, and the members of the Wizengamot were far from what he had seen last time—but Harry would not be moved by these things today. up.

"The trial begins," said the aged wizard, who took out a file on his left and read in a low voice, "on the night of August 8th, the defendant first violated the "Reasonable Law for Underage Wizards." The Binding Act casts spells and should have been warned, but given that the defendant did not cast one spell, but multiple and repeated casts of up to dozens of spells, including crushing spells, impediment spells, sleeping spells, and black magic. And This behavior was seen by more than one Muggle with dire consequences."

He looked up at Harry: "You are Harry from the Holy Grace Orphanage? Ravens?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"So do you have any justification for your actions? If not—"

"Of course there is."

"what?"

"Of course." Harry said calmly. "As far as I know, the seventh article of the law you invoked says that underage wizards can use magic if their lives are threatened."

"You mean to say that your life is threatened?" the old wizard asked displeasedly, "What kind of life threat? Is the fire burning ten meters away from you?"

"Actually," Harry said with the same sarcasm and casual tone as the other party, "it's five wizards who cast the death curse, and a werewolf on the wanted list."

"Are you teasing me?" asked the old wizard angrily, "If you talk about it—"

"Unfortunately," said Harry, "I happen to have evidence." He took out the memory ball.

The judge gave Harry a suspicious look, then nodded to the recorder.

The recorder came down and took Harry's Remembrall, tapped with his wand—

"It's Fenrir? Greyback!" The exclamation sounded in an instant.

Everyone in the courtroom, except Harry, stared intently at the memory ball.

However, at this moment, Harry, who was sitting in the chair, turned his head to look at the closed door of the courtroom.He couldn't see the situation outside the door, but he could be sure that Dumbledore, Snape, and even James Lily must be outside at this time.

That's what I'm fighting for.thought Harry.

This is what I would rather give my life to protect.he said to himself.

That's beautiful -- heart-wrenching.

The trial ended at eleven o'clock in the morning.

Although the result did not exceed expectations, Harry still felt a little tired the moment he walked out of the courtroom.But immediately, he saw the crowd waiting outside.

Dumbledore smiled approvingly at him.

Snape stood calmly with his chest folded.

Lily sullenly, but did not leave.James stood beside her, winking covertly at Harry as encouragement, while El simply showed envy and admiration—of course, he was instantly pissed off by Lily.

Harry grinned, and he walked towards them with a big smile on his face.

A wizard in a black robe brushes past him.

Harry stopped abruptly.

"...What's wrong?" After a while, Snape's deep voice rang in his ears.

Harry grabbed Snape's wrist, and he turned his head to look behind him. With five fingers so hard, his nails almost sank into the other's flesh... Finally, he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "F—— magic--"

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84

84. Two years later...

"What's the difference between Dumbledore and Voldemort?"

"What's the difference between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters?"

"The former is maintained by faith, while the latter is gathered by terror and interests."

"I don't want to say that love can conquer everything - although this is what Dumbledore, my most trusted old man, has always emphasized - because love, although noble and great, many times, it cannot directly confront direct violence or terror."

"But I think I should and must remember: the reason why I stand unswervingly by Dumbledore's side is because Dumbledore belongs to light and justice. The same is true of the Order of the Phoenix presided over by Dumbledore."

"And true justice does not blame others for things that never happened."

"So if Voldemort doesn't show his ambition and cruelty for a day, I can only be on guard, but I can't do anything - I belong to the Order of the Phoenix, not Death Eaters; what drives me is the belief in justice, not the desire for dictatorship and brutality." eager."

"However, I have reasons to believe that it is impossible for a cruel devil to wear the cloak of a saint all the time, which is contrary to his original intention."

"And I have more reason to believe that the wizarding world can never really belong to someone."

——Excerpt from the opening chapter of "About Those Heroes", Harry Ravens Top Secret Diary.

Of course, that was a long, long time ago.And now, only two years have passed since Harry's trial, two short and long years.

In the past two years, due to the fact that the Ministry of Magic extended the trial results indefinitely (of course, after three months of the trial, they had to be pressured by the public to announce that Harry was not guilty and could continue Hogwarts. Studies), Harry has not returned to Hogwarts except for the final exam, he is running around the world, on the one hand, he continues to learn advanced knowledge to enrich himself, on the other hand, he pays close attention to Voldemort's every move.

And speaking of Voldemort - or Tom?The words of Riddle, the hottest figure in the magic world in recent years, may be summed up with the following two pieces of information: 1. He is the most popular candidate for the Minister of Magic in the magic world.

2. He appeared in the public eye for two years, and also won the "Most Charming Smile Award" and "Most Noble Wizard Award" of "Wizard Weekly" for two years.

Of course, since a year ago, announced Tom?Riddle narrowly beat Gilderoy?Lockhart won the above two awards in "Wizard Weekly" and Harry?Ravens' Blacklist of Deskbooks.He has only one thing to say about this - since Voldemort can win the "Most Charming Smile Award", he also believes that his professor - current lover - Mr. Snape is a well-deserved winner of the magazine's "Kind Smile Award" or, and Witch Weekly doesn't do that (which is known to be impossible), so he won't spend another knat on a hypocritical magazine - of course this is only the private outrage of the former messiah, Witch Weekly Still doing well.And our former savior no longer had the heart to think about it.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in Spider's End, facing his sullen elderly professor—or close lover.

Snape didn't look happy - or rather angry.The evidence was the "Wizard Weekly" in his hand.

Speaking of which, among a pair of lovers who have a good relationship, if one party is older than the other, the older party (especially one who is as dedicated as Snape) will tend to favor the younger one ( Although Harry is only "young"), these favors are reflected in small things, such as Harry is angry with "Wizard Weekly", there must not be a copy of "Wizard Weekly" in the house in Spider's End Lane On the bright side (if there is, there is no doubt, it was bought by Harry and thrown away).Another example is that the boy has grown tall enough in the past two years, but due to his previous habits, Harry still likes to drink a glass of milk before going to bed every day, and as long as he is in Spider's End, the milk will often appear regularly. In front of him, he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

But these are based on the fact that Snape is in a good mood (although Snape is always in a good mood when he sees Harry), and if the older man is unhappy—no, no, of course he won't speak ill of Harry Face each other or make a fist - the current issue of "Wizard Weekly" will be placed in the most prominent place (Snape's hand), and there is still milk, but it is also placed next to Snape's hand, and Harry is No matter how rough-headed he was, he was too embarrassed to take it (even though Snape couldn't drink it at all).

Like now.

Under the dim light, Harry looked at Snape who was leaning on the sofa, slowly flipping through the magazines, and looked at the steaming milk in his hand, coughing dryly.

Snape lowered his eyelids.

Harry grimaced.He coughed again.

Snape closed the magazine, but he still hung his head, hair falling over his cheeks.He looked like he was asleep.

If only I fell asleep.Harry murmured in his heart, and he said eagerly: "Professor..."

"What's the matter?" Snape didn't deliberately ignore Harry.

"Well, I'm sorry for not replying before, but I'm in a relatively remote place—" Harry quickly explained.

"Albanian Forest?" Snape said, "Of course I know, why don't you find me a present?" A mocking smile twisted his lips.

Harry opened his mouth: "...No, just by the way."

Snape grunted, "Perhaps I should thank Mr. Ravens for being able to remember his professor in passing."

"Professor—" Harry called.

Snape didn't want to continue the conversation. He stood up and said in a cold voice: "The room is always made up. You can stay there for two nights - maybe three? Your poor professor has the honor of knowing his genius." What's next for the student?"

"Hey!" Harry stood up and grabbed Snape's wrist. He saw the other's eyes turn and said immediately, "Severus!"

Snape looked at Harry's hand clutching his arm for a moment, "I'm sorry."

Harry looked like he was about to speak, but Snape went on ahead of him, "You haven't figured out what I want yet."

"No, professor, listen to me—"

"Say what?" Snape still spoke in a low, silky, whisper-like voice.But he was in a terrible mood.He couldn't help thinking about the news he had received from Dumbledore—damn it, even now, he would rather go to Dumbledore than me if something really happened!

Snape thought darkly, and he went on: "If Mr. Ravens is so keen on adventures—perhaps, I can recommend some—"

He didn't go on talking, the boy who was holding his hand suddenly came forward