The Obsession of the Savior of HP

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"Okay, Harry. If you have time, you must come and chat with me, an old man. Of course, you must know that your flying lessons will start next week. I guess you may not have time to come? Hehe." Dumbledore Lido smiled and blinked. He knew that McGonagall had given Harry a Quidditch book.

Harry's eyes lit up. Quidditch was his favorite sport. How long had it been?It had been a long time since he had touched Quidditch again, and when he thought of the flying lesson was about to start, Harry's mood soared by 10 percentage points in an instant.

Seeing Harry's reaction, Dumbledore smiled kindly. Of course, the face of Professor Snape next to him turned completely dark...

Coming out of the principal's room, Harry silently followed the professor to the cellar. Along the way, Severus walked fast, his robe fluttering up and down like spreading bat wings. Harry chased after the professor, Unspeakable satisfaction in my heart.

Walking to the entrance of the cellar, Severus stopped suddenly, "Potter, go back to the lounge." Now Severus was in a bad mood, and he was annoyed at his damn self-righteous temptation!When will his IQ be lower than that of the troll!The other party is only 11 years old, maybe it is better to observe for a while.

"...Okay, Professor." Sensitively sensing the professor's mood, Harry's smiling expression suddenly returned to clouded. What's going on?Could it be that what happened just now made the professor think of his mother Lily again?

Watching the professor go away complicatedly, Harry sighed, when will the professor only face up to his existence?Thinking of the professor's lukewarm attitude towards him made Harry feel something stirred in his heart, sour and sad.

He went back to his bedroom dejectedly, went straight to his bed, and threw himself on the bed without even changing his clothes, pretending to be a depressed and decadent man.

Sitting on his study desk, Draco, who was struggling for the bet he just made at noon, witnessed the whole process, and the corners of his eyes twitched. This was the first time he had seen Harry with such an expression. Forgot to walk over to Harry to appease his best friend.

"Harry, are you okay?" Draco saw his friend's situation clearly, looked up and down by the way, and said cautiously after there was no trauma.

"Hmm... just pretend I don't exist." Harry muffled himself in the pillow, his voice muffled.

when you don't exist?Draco continued to twitch the corners of his eyes. I'm afraid that people in the entire wizarding world, including the Dark Lord himself, can't do it, right?

"Your task is too difficult, Harry." Draco replied not without ridicule,

"Hmm... let me be transparent." Harry replied painfully. He wanted to get the professor's attention, but the professor thought he was transparent. He didn't want to get other people's attention, but other people's eyes were scanning him like radar.

"Ahem..." Draco choked on his saliva, and after he coughed, he looked at Harry sadly. Although Harry covered his face and couldn't see his expression, his expression was obvious, "It's Dumbledore." Principal Lido told you Mao, did you talk Mao?When you come back, you are incomparably convulsed!Sure enough, the principal is called the greatest white wizard for a reason, sure enough! '

"Harry, have you read the notice posted on the lounge door?" In order not to let himself have any non-noble words and deeds, Draco resolutely changed the subject.

Just after saying this, Draco obviously felt that Harry's body was stiff...

'Is the professor thinking of my father because I like Quidditch? 'No way...the cloud of gloom on Harry's head is getting heavier...why can't he calm down when he encounters the professor!

However, Harry’s mood of returning to a child quickly disappeared. Harry was a little confused about why he became so restless because of the professor’s emotions, and even showed such emotions in front of Draco. He frowned and thought. For a long time, he still couldn't figure out why, the professor's position in his heart was originally the one with the highest status, so he couldn't figure out the reason, so Harry threw away this emotion, and missed the first time when he discovered his feelings early Chance.

"Draco, flying lessons start on Friday, right?" Harry got up and straightened his clothes, and when he looked at Draco, he was already the original calm and indifferent Harry.

Draco, who was surprised by the speed at which Harry changed his face, replied unconsciously, "Yeah, with Gryffindor." "Oh, then I see. I'm going to the library first, see you tonight, Draco. "With that, he left the bedroom.

When Draco came to his senses, he was left alone in the bedroom again. After thinking for a while, he went to the desk, pushed away his homework, pulled over a delicate parchment that exuded a fragrance, and lifted Pen: "Dear Father:..."

Time passed quickly, and Friday was coming soon. The Slytherins were discussing Quidditch enthusiastically, and sometimes proudly confided about their great achievements. Of course, Harry naturally gave himself a silencing spell, For the broomstick that can fly over the plane, he expressed great pressure, and for the person riding the broomstick, he expressed his "admiration" for his ability to organize language.

After breakfast, Harry signaled Slytherin to act on his own, because the first class was blank and everyone was free to move about freely, so he wanted to go to the library as usual, but he happened to meet Gryffin at the entrance of the hall. Much quarantined Neville.

"Harry..." Although he dodged a bit, after such a long time, Neville finally bravely disobeyed the warning Gryffindor gave him on the first day 'no contact with Slytherin'.

"Neville," Harry was a little surprised. You must know that he tried to bring Neville into his and Hermione's study group several times, but Neville refused. Of course, the people next to him would soon put Neville Pulling away, they can't say a few words. "What's up?"

"That... I'm sorry before." Neville blushed a little, Harry was so kind to him, but he...he really felt guilty.

"It's okay, I know your difficulties." Harry smiled gently, which made Neville immediately shake off his nervousness.

"Hehe, Harry, look, this is from my grandma." Neville took out the memory ball from his pocket as if offering a treasure, and then scratched his hair in embarrassment, "But I don't remember what I forgot at all. Ah... grandma really..."

Neville was still so cute, Harry was very relieved, "Neville, I'm going to the library, do you want to come with me?" There was no way to block the entrance of the hall, the group of Gryffindors were already watching.

"Okay." Neville answered very simply this time, and while showing Harry the memory ball, he followed Harry towards the library.

"Neville, are you worried that you won't remember things?" Harry looked at the memory ball, then turned his head and asked,

"Yeah, I always forget a lot of things." Neville nodded, this is his fault since childhood, but he just can't remember.

"Magic is amazing, Neville." Harry blinked his bright green eyes. "A little charm might solve your problems."

"Really?" Neville's eyes lit up, and regardless of Gryffindor, he grabbed Harry's hand excitedly.

"Of course, I've read a lot of books about spells these days, and I'll find you the related spells later, just practice more." Harry accepted Neville's excitement with a smile, and then comforted him habitually .

"Thank you, Harry." Neville let go of Harry's hand in embarrassment, his chubby face was blushing with excitement, looking like a ripe apple.

Because of Harry's relationship, Draco didn't bother Neville during the flying class. Of course, this is actually directly related to the contact on the admission train, although Draco is still not fake to Neville. It's just for words, but it's not enough to hate him like Gryffindor.

Harry, who was flying in the sky, felt the slight breeze in the air, took a deep breath, raised his head, and then smiled. Under the slight sunshine, this feeling of freedom is indeed a rare and beautiful feeling no matter when he experiences it.

Flying slowly and easily, Harry wasn't in a hurry at all, but unfortunately, someone was in a hurry...

This is when Harry saw Neville, who was clearly approaching him on a rampage, he was a little speechless, quickly changed his route, and looked around vigilantly, and finally saw that thin body in a corner of the castle, but the other party had a look on his face. His face is cold, but his eyes are scarlet with murderous intent...

Frowning, Voldemort is in a hurry?How is this going?Is it a warning...

Using the broom in his hand to the extreme, ignoring the terrified shouts around him, Harry dodged the broom following him and Neville, whose face was blue and obviously about to pass out, while thinking about how to save Neville, and continued like this Going on, I'm afraid Neville will be injured like last time, and it will obviously be more serious.

Mrs. Hooch, the flying professor over there, was calling out all the little wizards in flight, and then yelled at Neville, 'Get down!' ', but unfortunately the broom didn't stop at Neville's command.

He quickly swooped down and flew to Madam Hooch, "Professor, Neville's broom has been cursed!" After speaking, he immediately raised the broom up, Neville's broom had already chased him, and he couldn't hurt these little wizards.

Sure enough, Mrs. Hooch became even more angry, but at the same time she also became nervous. She called a few little wizards and asked them to notify Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall to come over, and then took a broom and flew into the sky.

Quickly followed Neville and flew under Neville, "Neville Longbottom, jump down!"