When the savior is no longer the savior

An angry Snape dragged Harry upstairs—

The door is closed and the world is quiet.

Al thinks his dad has been a little weird lately.

He didn't know if his father had the same idea, but considering the sudden increase of various potions on the shelves of the potions workshop... well, he was sure that his father was not in a good mood either.

Another day at noon, during lunch, Al suddenly said, "Harry, can you take me to Godric's Hollow this afternoon?"

"Huh?" Harry looked at Snape first, saw that he was chewing his food silently and didn't object before saying, "I think so..." He stopped suddenly, "Wait, I'm afraid not, Al."

"Why?" Al's dissatisfaction grew like weeds, "You used to take me back once a week! It's been almost a month now, Harry!"

Harry said apologetically, "I'm really busy recently, Al, just wait for a while."

"I'm going back to Hogwarts after this period!" Al yelled at Harry.

"Wait until your summer vacation," Harry suggested.

"What?" Al stared blankly, he had never heard Harry speak to him so perfunctorily!

"Dad, how could you—"

"Shut up, Al," said Snape coldly, "I don't remember a time when I taught you to yell at your father."

Al stopped, he looked at Harry and then at Snape, his eyes slowly turned red... After a while, he yelled "I hate you!", rushed to the fireplace, and yelled "Little Hanger!" Don, get out of here with Floo powder.

"... I guess he went to Dora's," Harry said, turning to Snape.

"Obviously." Snape ate quietly.

"Are you going to pick him up tonight?" Harry asked.

"He probably would have preferred you to go."

Harry thought for a while: "I'll try my best, but if I'm not back by ten o'clock..."

"Then he will feel that staying with Dora is much better than staying with me." Snape moved the corners of his lips and drew a slight arc.

Harry couldn't help laughing.Then he finished his food in two or three bites: "I'm going out first, I won't be back for dinner tonight, don't boil potions again until you forget the time, Severus."

"Yeah." Snape answered with a napkin and wiped his mouth.

Harry hugged each other lightly, then hurriedly picked up the broom and, like Al, flooed away from Spider's End.

Another day has passed.

That night, Al, who was brought back from Dora's house by Snape, couldn't see Harry before going to bed, let alone the scene where he imagined Harry apologizing to him.

The soft white moonlight quietly shines through the small panes on the wall.

Al was tossing and turning like a pancake on the bed. At one moment he swore angrily that he would never forgive Harry, and at the other moment he anxiously wondered whether he was not liked by Harry... In the end, Tsundere defeated timidity, Al gritted his teeth, and said bitterly He bit the quilt hard, and swore that he would never forgive Harry until Harry apologized to him!

But what happened next was completely beyond his expectations.

Harry suddenly became very busy, he started to leave before he got up, and came back after he fell asleep... When he became conscious, Al suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Harry for three or five days.

He couldn't help asking Snape, but Snape just lazily asked him about his potions homework; he tried to stop Harry, but Harry always said tiredly that he would be done soon , and then continued to work the next day, and disappeared again for three to five days...

Al, after experiencing anger—more anger—outbursts of anger, fell into a mood of worry—very worry—terribly worried.He started writing to his close friends, most of whom dismissed it, telling him it was inevitable, after all the holidays were the busiest time for professional Quidditch players.

But Harry was never this busy during the previous holidays!Al thought unhappily, and then looked at Philot's reply.

Unlike other letters, Philot paid great attention to the situation Al described.

He pointed out that such a situation must be strictly paid attention to. At the beginning, his father just used an excuse to work and often did not go home (Al's heart was lifted), and then his mother quarreled with his father, and then he My father has a reason to go to that shameless vixen——

But now it was his father who was being chased by the shameless vixen... Al was a little suspicious, but he continued to read the letter before he finished writing it.

Filot also said that there is another possibility, that is, your father is really busy at work, but this must be paid attention to seriously, because the busy work will inevitably make him neglect the family, so it is easy for the shameless vixen to sneak in ——

Al was not calm again, he could almost imagine the scene of his father arguing with his father, then his father left angrily, and then posted it shamelessly, then his father was still working, and then his father left with the vixen, After coming down, his father also left angrily... what about him?

Wouldn't he become an unwanted child?

Alarm bells were ringing in Al's mind, and he wished he could run to Harry right now to present the facts, reason and analyze the harm... But that night, he waited until twelve o'clock, but he still hadn't waited for Harry to come back.

And later—

The holidays are over and Hogwarts begins.

In London's King's Cross station, due to the start of the new semester, there are students gathered everywhere waiting for the train.They were chatting in twos and threes, joking and fighting from time to time, and they looked cheerful everywhere.

Only Al, who followed Snape, was downcast and unhappy.

When they came to platform nine and three-quarters, there were already several little wizards and parents waiting there to pass through the stone pillars, and they were standing behind, Al suddenly said: "Father, do you think Daddy will really come? "

"Yes." Snape replied succinctly.

But Al was not comforted by this affirmative answer: "But Harry has been so busy recently, if something happens to him..."

"He'll be here," Snape said again, glancing at Al.

Al opened his mouth and closed it again.He couldn't explain how he felt right now.Of course he hoped that Harry could come over, it would prove that Harry cared about him... Of course, Harry always cared about him, but he was too busy recently... If Harry really couldn't come, he would definitely He would be very disappointed, after all, Harry told him before that he would come... But even if Harry really couldn't come, he wouldn't hate Harry, after all, everyone knew that Harry liked him and loved him, of course he I also know that something has happened recently...Al is proud and sad.

For example, that shameless vixen or something... um, shameless vixen?Al was startled for a moment, then raised his head and thought for a while.It seems that since that person came out, he has been in various troubles...Damn it!It must be so, definitely because of her!She must have possessed some enchanted and cursed lineage—

The child's hatred was diverted without reason.

Damn it, when I get back to Hogwarts, I'll have to tell her what can't be peeked at!Father is my father, my father and my father—

It's all mine!correct!That's it!

"Let's go." Snape's voice sounded suddenly.

Al didn't have time to react, he just felt his body jump forward uncontrollably, and he even led the car through the wall and came to the Hogwarts Express platform.

Snape followed suit.

"Father, I'm going up." Al said obediently. After thinking clearly, he was full of fighting spirit for a while, and he didn't have the energy to pay attention to Harry. He just wanted to go to Hogwarts as soon as possible and make a good plan with Philot. Fan——

Snape glanced at Al before continuing on to the express.

Al was a little confused: "Uh, father...?"

"This time it's my turn to follow the Hogwarts Express and take you to Hogwarts." Snape said coldly.

There was a brief silence.

Al wept quietly: Merlin, let my father and my father switch roles, I will spend a journey with only potion materials——

Time thinks of moving bit by bit.

The excitement of wanting to bully people faded from Al's mind, and the worry about whether Harry could show up on time came to Al's mind again. After sitting with Snape in the professor's car on the express for a while, Al finally couldn't help running Go to the train door, look out and wait for Harry.

One by one, they boarded the train.

Minute by minute slips through your fingertips.

In the end, when the high-pitched whistle of the old-fashioned train sounded, Al looked at the empty platform, and for some reason, his eyes turned red.

The door was closed, and the train started slowly. He slid down from the handrail next to the door, and walked towards the professor's compartment step by step...

A black figure suddenly appeared on the platform.

Al, who was going forward, hurried back to the original place, leaned on the glass and looked out, and after just one glance, he shouted loudly and excitedly: "Harry—Harry—"

Harry, who came to the platform, also noticed that the train had started. He smiled at Al, and then said something.

Al didn't hear clearly, but looked at the other's gesture, as if to get out of the way?

Get out of what?Al pushed away from the window in a daze, and saw Harry on the platform take out his broom, sit on it and kick it lightly——

The broom flew into the air, a beautiful comet flicked and a swordfish sprinted, and Harry passed through the window in an instant and appeared beside Al.

Al opened his mouth wide enough to fit a duck egg inside.

At this time, there was a sound of slamming the door, and all the little wizards in the compartment near this window rushed out, looking at Harry in surprise and admiration, and even rushed to Harry's side quickly, holding Out quills and parchment—

After 10 minutes, Al and Harry got away in embarrassment. Al sat on Harry's shoulder and Harry led him to the professor's carriage, grinning all the way.

"Harry, Harry, you actually got in the car! How are you going to get back later, using Apparition?"

"Call the professor," Harry said with a smile.

"What?" Al asked confused.

By this time they had arrived at the carriage at the locomotive, Harry knocked on the door, and immediately opened the door, took out a piece of parchment from his arms and shook it at the black-haired man sitting in the carriage, revealing the standard eight teeth Smile: "Professor Snape, as a new Quidditch professor who will be your colleague in the new term, I implore you to show some gestures of welcome to my arrival, for example—"

The corners of his lips curved: "A bright smile?"

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"...Al, how old are you, still sitting on your father's shoulders?" Snape's lips twitched again and again, and finally these words came out from between his teeth.Al, who was also shot while lying down, gave Snape a sneaky look, slipped off Harry's shoulders, and muttered unwillingly, "Anyway, there's a Levitating Charm."

"It has nothing to do with your age," Snape said coldly. "Do you think you will always be three years old? You can always rest on your father's shoulders?"

"Father, I leaned on your shoulder when I was three years old." Al retorted angrily. To a certain extent, he was actually not afraid of death.

Snape's face flushed for a while, and the corners of his lips began to twist, as if he was about to say something - but before that, Harry half-coaxed Al out of the professor's car.

"Dad, can I go play with my classmates?" Al called from outside the door, "I don't need to memorize the Potions Dictionary?"

"Go and play." Harry said casually, pulling the curtain on the car door with a swish, separating the inside and the outside.

"It's because of you that he can't learn potions." Snape's expression calmed down, and he scolded Harry softly.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat next to the other party: "Come on, I think you should also admit that Al really didn't inherit your potion talent much."

Snape snorted noncommittally: "What's the matter with Professor Quidditch?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Harry pretended to be surprised, "I've discussed it with the team. Next is the off-season. I promise to be there for every game, and they let me go to Hogwarts as a professor—"

Snape frowned: "No training to cooperate?"

Harry said, "No."

Snape's eyes wandered thoughtfully over Harry's face.

Harry surrendered first: "Well, my contract is about to expire, so I will discuss early retirement with them-of course, because the contract has not really ended, so I have to participate in every game, but they no longer pay me Garen, I don't usually have to go to training. Dawen is equivalent to—" He tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Ordinary reserve players."

"Are you going to change teams?" Snape asked.

"No, it's retirement." Harry replied calmly.

Snape's eyes flashed: "I remember you like Quidditch very much..."

"But who made my working hours so different from yours?" Harry complained, "And what I like is flying Quidditch, not being surrounded by fans."

"Just because of this?" Snape's voice was low as if he was talking to himself, "What about applying for a Hogwarts professor?"

Harry heard the other party's off-screen voice, and he glanced at Snape: "What do you think is the reason?"

Snape raised his eyebrows calmly: "Why are you? Al loves to hang around me when he has nothing to do recently - he usually wants to disappear from my presence."

"Well, well," said Harry, "I think we all know - a girl confessed to you?"

Snape's lips twitched suspiciously: "If you're talking about a Gryffindor little fool with a head full of mandrakes..."

"Oh—" Harry drew out his voice slowly, "you seem to be impressed by her."

Snape sneered at first, then frowned suspiciously: "What are you thinking? She is just 11 years old like Al!"

"Speaking of which," Harry put his feet up on the table and leaned back the chair with his hands in his pockets, "I just remembered, was I 11 or 12..." He looked at The roof speaks for itself.

This time, not only the corners of Snape's lips, but also his cheeks began to twitch uncontrollably: "I'm afraid I have to remind you, Mr. Ravens, it's no use being tender, as we all know, plus the previous 24 Years, you've now—"

"I'm twenty-six," Harry said solemnly.The great literary Snape was silent about his partner's shamelessness.

Harry let out a low laugh, and approached Snape with sparkling eyes: "Speaking of which, Professor, you are 47 years old..."

Snape glanced at Harry.

"...looks the same as it was back then," Harry muttered, "forever 31? Forever 37..." He thought of the last time he saw Snape in his last life.

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

"So," said Harry, "I've got to say, I wouldn't be at all surprised if anyone took a fancy to you again."

"Really?" Snape smirked, "I was very surprised. I don't know why Mr. Ravens would care so much about this apparently farce. Not only did he quit the team and come to Hogwarts as a Professor, and harassing your professor with such nonsense—"

The words 'your professor' really sound so cute... Harry thought silently, just at this moment the train turned, and the inertia took Harry to Snape's direction, Harry simply relaxed his body lightly Lightly bumping into Snape, he raised his head and asked, "Can't you?"

Snape caught the person the moment the opponent bumped into him.

He looked down at the person in his arms: the black hair swayed as the train moved forward, most of them were slender and soft, with only a few strands of short hair sticking up, which seemed out of place.The green eyes of the lake are half-closed, the same as before, clean and bright, like a lake in spring, rippling with gentle green waves.His hands were still in his pockets, his mouth was open, and he yawned a little, lazily without any defense...

Snape was a little bewitched, he saw himself in those eyes - he saw himself filling those eyes, filling the soul deep in those eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, wanting to get closer, and get closer...

Surprise floated in those beautiful eyes, like a stone thrown into the lake, smashing the tranquility of the pool.

Snape came back to his senses, his hand moved slightly, and instead of holding Harry's shoulder, he supported it on the back of the chair.He felt a little lost in his heart, but he didn't let these emotions surface on his face, he just drew the distance between the two of them.

"Professor." Harry said at the right time.

"What?" Snape replied, noticing that the boy next to him was awkward and unnatural - he always liked to call Harry a boy in his heart, not only because he watched him grow from eleven to twenty-six, but also because Whenever he calls him that in his heart, he can always be sure that this is his boy.

Belonging to him, alone, treasure.

After a brief daze, Snape continued to focus on Harry.He noticed that Harry's hands in his pockets had been drawn out, and were being retracted and released meaninglessly, as if hesitating and nervous.

"What's the matter?" Snape said again, but he didn't really finish the sentence. Before the last syllable spilled out of the corner of his lips, a cool, gentle force came up...

The hot and humid breath lingering in their noses made their breathing a little unsteady. Harry pressed his hands on Snape's shoulders, and the heat flowed continuously through his robes into his palms.He could hear his own racing heartbeat, and he could feel his nervousness and excitement—how should I put it?This is not a safe place for getting close. They are only separated from the crowd outside by a thin layer of carriage doors and curtains. He can even hear heavy and slow footsteps approaching this carriage...

closer, closer...

Harry couldn't help raising his head, the close distance made him feel suffocated, and in his mouth, the tongue belonging to another man patrolled around gracefully and willfully, slowly swimming like a snake with...

The sound of footsteps was as clear as stepping on my ears...

Harry couldn't help gripping Snape's robes tightly. He felt his mind split into two parts. One part was preoccupied with the sound of heavy footsteps approaching in the corridor outside the carriage, while the other part was completely absorbed in the man's virtuosity. He could hear a long sigh of joy in his heart, and he clearly felt that he couldn't wait to cater...

The footsteps suddenly stopped at the door.

Harry's entire back was stretched into a straight line, and it was at this moment that the tip of Snape's tongue brushed against Harry's palate, lightly and immediately retracted, like a feather that was extremely soft.

Harry's whole body trembled, and his mind went blank for a moment. For about three to five seconds, the same sound of footsteps fading away woke Harry up from his unconscious state.

He noticed that he was sitting on the chair again, and Snape next to him was arranging his crumpled robe and sleeves...

The beast in his heart suddenly raised its head and grunted dissatisfiedly. Harry gritted his teeth, leaned over to Snape's side again, and pretended to help Snape straighten his clothes—but in fact, danced with his fingertips. It seems that the way of walking through the opponent's clothes, let alone smoothing out the wrinkles, even a small bug may not be able to get them off.

When Harry's palm came to Snape's chest along his shoulder and arm, Snape's Adam's Apple rolled visibly: "This is in the car, Mr. Ravens."

"I think I can hear the whistle, Professor." Harry replied chastely, unbuttoning Snape's shirt impurely.

Snape's dark eyes followed Harry and his hand. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"I'm sure I know I'm arranging your clothes." Harry said righteously.

The corners of Snape's lips seemed to bend: "Someone will come in later." He reminded.

"Really?" Harry had doubts about this, and he looked at Snape, "I mean, when I was a student, if I were to say which professor I was least willing to take the initiative to meet— "

Snape looked at Harry with a dissatisfied smirk: "Huh? What is Mr. Ravens trying to say?"

Harry chuckled: "Oh, the last thing I want to see, of course - it won't be you, Professor."

Snape snorted softly, instead of stopping Harry's movement, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on the corner of Harry's mouth: "I have to say, you'll regret it later..."

Will someone really come in later?

Will he really regret it later?

...who cares!

Harry, who was lying flat on the chair, complained vaguely. At this moment, he was filled with an unreasonable—or it couldn’t be said this—curiosity and excitement. After all, this is at least very exciting, but it is not inferior to him chasing the Snitch at full speed at high altitude.

"Harry..." Snape said softly, his fingers brushed across the green-eyed youth's forehead, cheeks, and then slid down his unbuttoned collar along his neck.

Harry shivered, partly because of the other's fingers, and partly because of the silky voice that went down the eardrum and seemed to penetrate to the bottom of his heart.

Damn it...it seems like he can't get used to it for the rest of his life...such a distinctive voice...Harry pulled Snape's clothes a little discouraged and revenged, but the other party's clothes seemed to be of good quality, and Harry couldn't help but pull for a long time Only two buttons torn off.As for himself... Harry retracted his gaze and glanced at himself, then calmly cast his gaze on the ceiling again.

Only one pair of pants left...

Snape didn't think as much as Harry did.In fact, he was already a little fascinated by it—because of years of Quidditch training, the opponent's body was well-proportioned, his muscles were strong and powerful, and his complexion was also an attractive wheat color, maybe it felt like... honey?

Snape's gaze turned to his own hand again, the sallow skin, flat fingers, every inch was dull and uninteresting...

He turned his attention away from himself, and instead took a good look at his partner.He found that the people under him were a little dissatisfied because of his distraction, and tried to get close to his throat with his teeth......

"I don't know when you fell into vampire-like habits," Snape said softly, with the slightest bit of complaint.

"I don't know why your throat is the most sensitive place on your body." Harry was honest. "Speaking of which, is that why you wear high collars all the time? Professor?"

Snape pretended not to hear, and he exchanged a long kiss with Harry in retaliation, until both of them were out of breath and had no energy to care about other things, then moved a little distance and continued down.

But at this moment, Harry had a sudden thought: "Professor, what did the first-year student who confessed to you look like?"

What is it like to hear this sentence suddenly and without warning when you are doing things with enthusiasm?

For example, it’s like a magic spell is ready, and it’s about to be shot, but it suddenly misfires; it’s like a car that has soared to 180 yards and is about to cross the finish line brakes suddenly, and finally stays at the distance from the finish line After one meter of the line...

Anyway, when Snape realized what Harry was talking about, he missed and almost hurt him.

"Mr. Ravens—" Snape threatened each word.

Harry opened his eyes innocently: "I just want to know about my enemy, Professor."

Snape laughed angrily, 'Get to know my enemy'?He was 100% sure that Harry didn't want to know anything when he asked this question, he was just curious - it was interesting!

We have to admit that Snape did know his partner very well, and every time Harry thought of the girl who was said to be only 11 years old, it was curious, funny, mixed with a little bit of sympathy.

Harry could be sure that no one was more qualified to speak well of Snape than he was—somewhere in this man's heart, there was indeed a sparkle like a diamond.

Harry was equally sure that no one was in a better position to speak ill of Snape than he was - the man was... well, to most people, a downright mean and unreasonable bastard old Bat.

Confessions from an 11-year-old girl?Harry wasn't very worried about Snape, he was actually a little worried about the little girl who confessed—Merlin knew how terrible the Slytherin Snake King's venom was...

"I really do," Snape said suddenly, softly.

"What?" Harry, who was thinking about something, was a little careless.

"Mr. Ravens, instead of thinking about others at this moment, you should think about yourself," Snape said.

Harry belatedly realized that he was straddling Snape, and the pants he was still wearing had been taken off somewhere.

move so fast?Just when Harry was about to speak, something suddenly broke into his body made him slam into Snape's shoulder, gasped uncontrollably, and even swallowed his voice back into his throat.

With a long whistle, the train creaked and ran forward.The shock was transmitted to the two people in the compartment.Harry's pressure on Snape's shoulder was getting heavier and heavier... He felt his mind was a little fuzzy, he never knew that such a slight, unnecessary vibration would make people Such a strong feeling...

What is it like?It was as if a group of ants were crawling in the body, there was a slight pain, the itching became more and more obvious, the feeling of emptiness despite being too full...

Harry noticed a voice calling his name in his ear.

It's the professor.He thought so, but felt strangely unable to hear clearly.But that doesn't really matter much.Because the next moment, Harry felt himself rising into the air and being completely changed.

The object wrapped by the body entered an unprecedented depth, like an electric current passing through the scalp, Harry only felt numb all over his body, and his waist went limp uncontrollably, he felt himself screaming, but What came to my ears was just a weak humming...like the sound of a monster in my heart when it was dissatisfied...also like a newborn piglet...oh, oh, stop, what the hell am I thinking about? ?

Harry felt dissatisfied with himself.

Snape didn't notice Harry's attitude this time. He knelt on the chair with one knee, and while supporting Harry's waist, he exchanged a lingering long kiss with him...

Excitement is transmitted from the brain to the nerves, and from the nerves to every cell.Harry's fingers were trembling slightly, and he was panting uncontrollably, feeling extremely tense... He struggled to look away from the person in front of him, which usually helped him calm down, but This time Harry made a mistake. He looked away and happened to see the ceiling on the roof of the car, which is fine, but the problem is that the ceiling in the professor's car is an extremely smooth mirror...

So Harry, who suddenly saw himself spreading his legs and naked in the most intimate and in-depth entanglement with someone, not only did not calm down, on the contrary, he was like a cooked shrimp that had just been fished out of hot water, his whole body glowing red.

"I noticed," Ha Xing gritted his teeth and spoke calmly, but unfortunately this didn't make the trembling in his voice any less, "You're still dressed well..."

"Obviously." Snape's voice was calm, or at least sounded calm.

So Harry resolutely resented: "Can you stop being so abstinent at this time? It makes me look very..."

"Very what?" Snape asked.

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, of course he was embarrassed to say that he was very lewd - but obviously Snape could understand the word, so he showed an extremely rare awkward look, cleared his throat, and leaned towards Harry a little unnaturally and said : "Honey, you are always the most beautiful."

Harry: "..."

He blushed shamefully.

The temperature in the closed compartment began to rise.

The initial whispered conversation gradually disappeared, and some extremely suppressed, heavy gasps and meaningless moans began to appear in this small carriage.

Harry didn't have the energy to speak any more, he was sweating all over his body, his hands rested weakly on Snape's shoulders, heaving and falling with the other's movements.For a brief moment, everything that came into view was distorted into bizarre appearances, which was a very strange feeling: Harry remembered that he was in the carriage, and was firmly held by Snape against the wall , but he just feels helpless, he feels that he can only passively follow the ups and downs of his feelings, the pain, the satisfaction, the intensity after the calm, the peak after the intensity...

A noise suddenly pierced through the barrier and reached Harry's ears.

Harry was sluggish for more than ten seconds before he struggled to regain some sense: "Outside... sound?" he asked Snape.

Snape was absorbed, and he replied, "You said before that no one would ever come after me, an old bat, didn't you?"

Harry laughed lowly, his dull voice echoed in his chest: "I didn't say you were an old bat, although I don't think anyone would..."

He wasn't finished yet.

"Hey, why is the door locked?" Al's voice sounded from outside, and at the same time there was a knock on the door, "Professor Snape? Father? Harry?"

Snape and Harry stopped, they looked at each other...

Short and long 5 minutes passed.

Standing in the corridor, Al, who persistently pulled the door of the carriage, finally got his wish until the door opened. He was about to call out 'Dad' loudly when he saw Snape, whose face was so dark that it was unbelievable, standing in front of him.

"D-er, father?" Al nearly bit his own tongue, looking at Snape, feeling uneasy for some reason.

"What's the matter?" Snape's voice was almost squeezed through his teeth.

"A-actually, there is nothing special," Al stammered, "I just want to find, um, find my father, and some classmates want his, his autograph..."

"Yeah...well, I think so, Father," Al said.

Snape twisted the corner of his lower lip.

Even if it was his own father, Al had to admit that this smile was really fake and ugly, but immediately, he lost the energy to pay attention to such meaningless things - Snape could hear it in half a train The voice that arrived roared loudly: "Get out of here now! Al?? Snape! If you don't want to deduct 100 points for Gryffindor before school starts—"

In the end, Al took Snape's roar and rushed back to his car. After a moment of shock, he suddenly remembered that Snape didn't seem to be wearing a magic robe just now... Strange, isn't it?Usually he dresses meticulously... Could it be that he was suddenly so angry because his grooming was interrupted?But father is not Uncle Draco...

No matter what Al was thinking, Snape slammed the door of the carriage with a fury that was about to explode, and then pulled out his wand and slammed a dozen at the door as if to vent his anger.