savior or bat

The potions professor at Hogwarts always arrives in the classroom early, distributes the potion materials needed for the day to each table, and writes the formula on the blackboard, then sits on a chair and waits for 1 minute The school bell rang.

The moment the students stepped into the classroom with their textbooks in their hands, they stopped making loud noises. The reason was simple. Their potions professor would not be able to stand this, and their college points would be deducted. God knows how this potions professor would become like this. They just suddenly discovered one day that this potions professor was actually wearing the clothes of that well-known spy of the Order of the Phoenix. The rows of dense buttons made everyone exclaim in surprise.Since then, this matter has become a topic of discussion between students-is it the savior or the little bat?

Yes, the new Potions professor at Hogwarts --- Harry Potter, the savior who is called the second miracle.Choosing to continue teaching at Hogwarts after graduation was of course a sincere invitation from the dean of his college, because it was impossible to find someone to replace the former Potions professor, but most people expressed doubts about this, and knew him when he was a student. Anyone who knows the Savior knows that he is a recognized "E" grade at Hogwarts.Just being good enough to teach Potions, but they were all wrong.It's just that Mr. Snape, the former potions professor, was always staring at the savior's crucible, so that the latter was out of order due to nervousness. It can be seen from his time as a potions course that his level is no better than that of the current Ministry of Magic. What's wrong with Minister Miss Know-it-all.

"Okay, turn to page 394 of the textbook. Today we are going to talk about love potions." Harry knocked on the textbook on the table and glanced at the classroom.Not surprisingly, I saw a few restless students winking. "Mr. Weasley, what are the materials for the last lesson on aging agents?"

The boy who stood up when his name was called lowered his head. While staring innocently at the textbook, he still secretly stared at the proud man in the distance.

"Uh...Sunshine Orchid and...and...and Posuo Stone." The boy squinted his eyes to see the reminder from the person next to him, and hurriedly said the last word.

Harry acted as if he hadn't seen their cheating, walked back to the podium, put his hands on the table and nodded, signaling the boy to sit down.

"Then, Mr. Malfoy." Harry's roll call caused a boy in the front row to pause, and he smiled when he saw the boy's shocked expression. "Where do you get the Posar Stone?"

This time it was that Mr. Malfoy's turn to sweat profusely, he can't be blamed for that, he didn't remember those acquisition methods at all, who knows why today's dean suddenly called his name.

"I'm sorry, Dean...I don't know..."

Harry walked to Mr. Malfoy's side, waved his wand, and the textbook in front of the boy quickly turned to page 388.

"It's in the stomach of a goat. Then give you another chance, what material can you get out of the stomach of a cow?"

"It's bezoar, Professor," Malfoy answered quickly this time.

"Very well, sit down." As Harry turned around, the boy's textbook quickly flipped back to page 394. "I believe that many people can't remember how to obtain it, so I hope you can remember it."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, there was a sound of paper flipping and quill pen rubbing.

"Attention now, I will demonstrate how to make a love potion. During this period, I hope you can take notes honestly and don't try to touch your potion ingredients." Harry raised the flame, and the cauldron was slowly burning. warm up. "After this class, I will check everyone's remaining potion materials, and don't try to take them outside the classroom, is that clear?"

"Yes, Professor." A student responded.

Harry's intention was very simple. Of course, he remembered the series of troubles caused by the love potion back then. He knew its danger better than that one.

After class, when Harry took the textbook and locked the classroom door, he saw Principal McGonagall walking towards him.

"Harry, Albus is looking for you, maybe you are free to come to the headmaster's office?"

"Of course, Headmaster. I'm going now." Harry called out the house elf to put his textbooks and utensils back in the cellar, and followed Headmaster McGonagall to the headmaster's office.

"Did Professor Dumbledore tell you anything?" Harry asked as he approached the door.

"No." Principal McGonagall shook her head, and she opened the door to the principal's office. "It seems like a little secret."

Harry looked at Principal McGonagall's smile before closing the door, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled, but he had already walked to the side of Dumbledore's portrait, and the people inside were having afternoon tea.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore." Harry greeted, and the person inside put down the dessert and wiped his mouth.

"Oh, Harry." Dumbledore smiled characteristically. "I think I found a way to break the spell you asked me about earlier."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up. "Are you sure it works?"

"Of course, but..." Dumbledore smiled and blinked. "Can you tell me first, what are you going to do with it?"

Harry was a little embarrassed. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell the old man he respected the most the truth, but this incident made him unable to speak for the time being.

"I'll let you know when I succeed," Harry had to say. "Before that, please allow me to keep it a secret."

Dumbledore laughed, not surprised by the answer. "Well, for my curiosity's sake. I'll put that method on the picture frame in the cellar."

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." Harry thanked him sincerely, and his relaxed and cheerful tone also infected the old man in the picture frame.

"You're welcome, my boy. It would be great if you could send dessert in the frame as a thank you."

"If there's such a thing as magic, I think I would," Harry responded with a smile.

When he bid farewell to Dumbledore's portrait and returned to the cellar, as expected, he saw rows of spells and rituals appearing in frames on the desk wall.

He raised his eyebrows and recorded the contents of the frame on parchment.As soon as the quill finished writing, he felt that his spirit was beginning to be in a trance, well, the man began to summon him.

"Professor, are you looking for me?" Harry opened his eyes again and saw the man in black robe sitting on a chair reading a newspaper, he said helplessly.

"What made you think that this suit would suit you? Is your mind filled with Achnatherum splendens?" The man who was going to get straight to the point was stunned when he looked up and saw Harry, and spat out a sentence of venom viciously.

Facts have proved that listening to a person's venom for a long time will produce immunity.Harry flicked his ears and sat down on the sofa opposite the man.

"Anyway, you put your clothes away. It just so happens that I'm the Potions Professor again, which makes sense."

It makes perfect sense, Harry scolded himself inwardly.He just wanted to wear it, how could there be so many excuses!

The man raised his eyebrows slowly, and a look of contempt crept up his face.

"Let's hope those trolls aren't scared into St. Mungo's by a savior with a worrisome IQ."

"Come on, as far as I know, you can see what I see, how well-behaved they are in class, aren't they?" Harry just finished speaking, and received a sharp eye from his former potions professor, shrugging He shrugged his shoulders to show his innocence. "You can get out of here soon, Professor, don't you have anything to say?"

"Hmph." Snape snorted a sneer. "Thanks to Merlin for letting the savior find out that his potions professor was trapped in his mind for 16 years and his conscience found out, and he planned to let his poor professor live."

"Hey..." Harry let out a dissatisfaction. "I found out with my conscience as soon as I knew your existence 14 years ago. It's just that St. Mungo can't cure your snake venom. Letting you out is just death."

"So?" Snape raised his eyebrows. He didn't remember that the current St. Mungo could have a way to remove the snake's venom. Obviously he didn't want to discuss this kind of unnutritive topic with the savior any further, so he turned his attention back to in the newspaper.

"In the spell Professor Dumbledore gave, there is a way to renew life." Harry looked at his Potions Master defiantly, who looked at him again and frowned.

"What? I said I don't need you to use black magic..."

"That's not Dark Arts." Harry scratched his head in embarrassment after receiving another glare from Snape for interrupting him. "But... it's just life together."

"That's it?" Snape laughed angrily, and he slammed the newspaper onto the table beside him, startling the man opposite him. "Look at the boy we never use our brains to think, the same life needs a common magic power and life, do you know that I need to reshape □□, do you want the magic power to dry up and die?!"

Snape said it almost through gritted teeth at last, which made Harry lean back involuntarily.Of course he knew about it, but there was nothing else he could do.

"I want to try..."

"No." Snape firmly refused.

"Uh...maybe hopefully..."

"You don't understand English?" Snape stared at Harry who was trying to persuade him. "No possibility, you only have one life, I said no."

Harry blinked at Snape's anger, he was quiet for a while, but couldn't help asking.

"Are you concerned about me?"

"Well." Snape showed a strange expression. "I have a right to your life, and I can't live without you, stupid Potter."

"It's as if you're alive now." Harry muttered softly, regardless of whether the other party heard it or not.

"Shut up, Potter." Snape roughly grabbed the newspaper and glanced at the plausible Harry. "You can go out now."

"This is my sanctuary, my brain," protested Harry. "Why do you have to be ordered to evict?"

"You talk a lot," Snape said without looking up. "As long as you have a sense of time, you should remember that there is a potions class for the fourth grade in 10 minutes."

Harry lay on the couch with his arms over his eyes, of course he remembered, but he wanted to study the spell more now.

"Professor, what do you want to do if you go out?"

"Potter, I said..."

"Just for example, Professor, don't get excited."

Snape glanced at Harry, who was still in his original state, but the other party still blocked his eyes from noticing him.

"do not know."

"Come back to teach?"

"Don't expect me to put up with those little trolls."

"Uh." Harry sat up, looking at Snape who was still reading the newspaper. "Then let's go on a trip together?"

Snape glanced at the expectant Harry, curled his lips, and kept the words of refusal in his throat.

"we'll talk about it then."

Snape didn't retort angrily, nor did he sneer at why he was traveling with a giant troll like him.Harry chuckled to himself, then he would make the offer come true, by his savior.

"I should go." Harry stood up pretending to be nonchalant. "There are still 2 minutes, enough time for me to run to the classroom."

"It's not hard to imagine." Snape blurted out mockingly. "Gryffindor who will never calmly analyze."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Then you come to the next class?"

Fortunately, Harry came back to his senses too quickly, so he didn't hear the venom that his Potions Master was about to burst out.

"Obviously you can control my body, what happened in last class." Harry picked up the textbook and muttered. "I don't even want to be lazy."

In the auditorium during dinner, everyone noticed that there was something different about the potions professor sitting in the teacher's seat.Although he was still the same person, there was a hint of gloom between his brows, and the way he cut the steak was too elegant, although it wasn't such an embarrassing way of eating, it just felt like something was wrong.

"Hugo, it seems that Professor Potter has changed." Longbottom stuffed a chicken leg in his mouth and said vaguely to the people next to him. "As a godson, don't you care about your godfather?"

"What is there to care about." Obviously, Hugo is still feeling aggrieved by this afternoon's class. "The godfather obviously cares more about Malfoy."

"Hey, don't be so narrow-minded." Longbottom poked Hugo with his arm. "After all, he is the head of Slytherin, and it is normal to pay attention to the students of his house."

"Hmph." Hugo snorted coldly as he bit the beef, and was kicked by the sister next to him before he stopped moving.

"Stop your stupid actions, Hugo." Ross stared at his brother and reprimanded. "If you didn't provoke Scorpius first in class, the godfather wouldn't call you by name."

Hugo's eyes widened because of this sentence. "You call him Scorpius, that Malfoy!"

"Wake up, Dad and Mom are on good terms with Uncle Draco, do you want to receive another shouting letter from Mom?"

This time Hugo finally shut up. He will always remember that the whole school laughed at him after the letter disappeared.

Not only the Gryffindors reacted, even the Slytherin students stared at their dean and dared not speak.This appearance is really difficult to get close to. I always feel that there is an aura of "don't approach me" around the dean. The little snakes can't help lowering their heads and stuffing food into their mouths quickly. Scorpius also frowns honestly. Eating the meat on the plate.

"Harry?" Principal McGonagall, who finally sat next to Harry, couldn't help but care about her former students. "How are you?"

Harry in front of him frowned slightly, and he took the napkin at hand and wiped his mouth. "It's nothing, I'm done eating."

Everyone was relieved to see Harry get up and leave the auditorium. God knows that when the professors saw Harry like this, they would only think of the Potions master who once terrified the Hogwarts students, and with that suit, Merlin !Their little hearts!

Back in the cellar, Harry was sitting at his desk grading his homework. He couldn't help speeding up his hands when he saw the content of each paper. Sure enough, the little troll was still a little troll for so many years. He could never count on Huo What kind of top wizard can Gewarz produce?

The grades of papers in his anger are naturally not very high, there are only a few A's, let alone E's, and the others are all P's and T's.Very well, it depends on how Potter will face the cries of those little monsters tomorrow, whoever let the damn Potter stay in his spiritual hall, and has to blow himself out to do things for him, this is the end!

"Professor, are you back?" Harry himself, who greeted him with a smiling face, closed his mouth knowingly when he saw Snape's displeased face.

"There's no next time, Potter." Snape cast a sharp look at Harry, who was trying to greet him, and sat down in his chair, pouring a cup of coffee.

"Uh, I admit that this group of kids is worse than I was back then..." Harry scratched his face, carefully watching Snape's expression. "Did you see Draco's son? That golden Malfoy."

When Snape heard the word "golden", his mind went back to the boy who sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

"That's Scorpius, it's more real than what I saw in my head." Harry blinked, unaffected by the man's glaring. "He would have been my godson too."

"I'm glad Lucius strongly opposed it." Snape smirked. "Otherwise he will have a useless grandson."

"Hey... that hurts so much," protested Harry, who was used to resisting in front of the potions master by now. "I'm the head of Slytherin anyway."

"Hmph, thank you for letting me see Minerva's absurdity."

Well, he was right anyway.Harry was defeated, and he sat on the sofa as if venting, making a loud noise.

"Did your practice feed slugs?"

Harry pouted, not wanting to listen to the other party's lecture.

"I feel so tired today, and Hermione hasn't replied to my letter yet."

"I have to remind the great savior, I am not your trash can."

"And Draco actually protected the calf. I just left Scorpius behind after class, and he wrote to me specifically."

"Potter."

"The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor left again, and Principal McGonagall actually asked me to recommend a new candidate."

"Potter!"

"What?" Harry looked at Snape maliciously, showing a doubt.

"Shut your mouth." Obviously Snape was so disturbed by this man that he had to frown and press the bridge of his nose. "Get out, or be quiet."

"But I want someone to talk to."

"I don't want to talk to you, Potter."

"Okay." Harry finally let go of the Potions Professor's ear. "I want to stay here tonight."

Snape's eyelids twitched.

"Your room is next door."

"But I want to stay here today."

Snape couldn't bear it anymore, he got up and grabbed someone who was slumped on the sofa, and opened the door to throw it.

"You know it's in my head, I can go back to the sofa in an instant." Harry pointed out his index finger while being grabbed by the collar.

Very well, the bloody Potter.Snape let go of Harry, he opened the opposite room, and walked in by himself, leaving Harry with a blank face.

"Uh, what are you doing in my bed?"

"Sleep." Snape glared at Harry who was standing at the door, and turned off the lights in the air. "You can take over my room now, troll boy."

In fact, Harry just wanted to tease Snape, after all, he was really a little unconvinced by the conversation just now.Looking at the figure of the man on the bed, he laughed out loud.

"Professor, I will be where you are." Harry walked to the bed, not surprised to see the man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.

"What's wrong with you, Potter."

Harry thought for a while, was it a fault to play tricks on his potions master?

"If you want to stand until dawn, close the door and stand again." Snape turned over and faced the wall, vacating a seat and ignoring Harry.

This sentence made Harry's eyes widen. Did Snape acquiesce to him?He mechanically closed the door and walked to the bed, with an expression of disbelief on his face when he lay down. In 16 years, this old bat has not been as talkative as it is today.

"Professor, you will come back to life." Harry murmured under the quilt in a low voice. He was instantly sleepy, and he fell asleep quickly without noticing that a few minutes later, there was a sigh from the wall.

When Harry woke up the next day and opened his eyes, he felt that it was more effective to wake up with a scare than the alarm clock.When he opened his eyes, he saw Snape's sleeping face, his own hand holding his waist, and their entwined legs.Merlin, he can only come to this stimulation once.Fortunately, when he opened his eyes again while meditating on Merlin, he was already lying on the bed in the cellar, so that he would not fall to the ground immediately, and there was no need to wake up the person next to him.

He yawned a lot, and he had to say that he slept well last night, but he slept until dawn who had to dream every day.

"Good morning, Professor Potter." The passing students greeted Harry curiously.

Harry responded with a smile. He took his textbooks to the auditorium to prepare for breakfast. The first class was Potions class. It was a kind of torture. Thanks to Snape, he was now full of excitement and frightened.

"Harry, you look much more normal today." Luna sat next to Harry and said with a glance at him.

"What?" Harry suddenly remembered that Luna might be talking about dinner. "Oh... I was just a little confused yesterday, and it's solved now."

Luna nodded understandingly, and she saw Principal McGonagall knocking on the plate to start the meal. "Professor Snape okay?"

Harry shivered, looked at Luna, and said uncertainly. "What's okay? His graveyard? I haven't been there recently."

Luna raised an eyebrow and stared at Harry, who averted his eyes a little guiltyly, eating the fried egg on the plate.He almost forgot that this friend was a famous mysterious witch who could always predict some weird truths.

"You have some pink silky velvet on your body." Luna put the sliced ​​ham on the fork into her mouth, and said unhurriedly, ignoring the other party's whole body being stunned by her words. "Is there anything happy about it?"

"Uh..." Harry felt that he had to talk, or his little secret would be exposed to this witch in another minute. "It's really a good thing. I found a spell that means a lot to me, but it still needs to be tested."

"dark magic?"

"No, to be precise, it should be considered white magic."

Luna nodded to show that she understood. In fact, Harry knew that even if his white-haired friend heard that it was black magic, he would not tell the Ministry of Magic about it.

"Luna." Harry suddenly felt that his friend might have a solution to his problem. "Do you think there is any way to prevent magic riots when a large amount of magic power is consumed?"

"Like Voldemort?"

Harry frowned, but nodded anyway.Even if that person had been dead for more than ten years, he didn't really want to hear that name.

Luna thought for a moment, then waved her wand in the air, lifted the interspatial bag and took out a bottle of medicine, the kind that Harry had seen in Muggle hospitals.

"what is this?"

"It was sent by Zhang Qiu. I needed this to adjust Qiyun before."

Luna put the vial next to Harry's plate. "Qiyun, do you know? It's the magical airflow that Eastern wizards talk about. This is something they use to change the direction of their own magic flow. Zhang Qiu said it's Chinese medicine, and it's very effective."

"Chinese medicine?" Harry picked up the bottle of medicine. The medicine inside was spherical and looked like chocolate candy.

"If you have nothing else to do, you can try." Luna gave Harry a friendly smile. "I'll help Neville teach his son flying lessons later. Here's the bottle of medicine for you."

"Thank you." Seeing his friend stand up, Harry hurriedly said a word of thanks, but the other party just patted him on the shoulder, turned around and left a corner of his robe.

Harry's hand holding the bottle of medicine slightly tightened, and his Gryffindor side started to attack, making him want to wait to do that "dangerous" ritual.Well, in fact, he himself felt that there was no danger at all, it was just that the potion master was too extreme in his mind and affected his thoughts.So spiritual communion is not a good thing, Harry thought to himself.

Harry had planned to start the ceremony after dinner, and he had just been halfway through dinner.An owl hovered over the auditorium and dropped the letter on his desk without fail.He was very curious about who could send him a letter at this time, and when he opened it, a feeling of fatigue came to his heart.Who else could make him powerless, the brunette witch far away in the Ministry of Magic.

'Come to the Ministry as soon as you get the letter, and don't let me catch you late. ————Hermione'

The letter only consisted of this line, but it made Harry feel a trace of anger between the lines of his brown-haired friend. It seemed that he had to postpone the ceremony for another day.

"I can't believe it." Hermione stood in the office of the Ministry of Magic, losing her temper at the man opposite, and she threw the document in her hand on the table.

"Calm down..." Ron on the side hurriedly dissuaded him, while winking at his friend for many years. "Don't move your tires."

Hermione gave her husband a blank look, then stared at the silent Harry.

"If someone hadn't told me that Hogwarts had a magical anomaly yesterday, how long would you want to hide it from me?!"

"I didn't actually want to hide it from you, it's just..." Harry looked at Hermione's stomach helplessly. If he said that it was because Hermione was afraid of being stimulated due to physical reasons for several years, would he let the person in front of him feel uncomfortable? The witch ran away on the spot?

"Okay, Min." Ron felt that he had to stand up and speak for his friend. "Actually, I knew it a long time ago." It was no surprise that he received an angry stare from his wife, but he still held back his eyes and continued. "He's just worried that you won't be able to bear the excitement, because you were pregnant with the child in those years. But don't worry, Draco doesn't know about it, and you weren't the last to know about it."

Hermione's eyes shifted to Harry, who nodded frantically that Ron's words were true.

"Okay." Hermione's tone softened. "For the sake of my children. But you all have to reflect on me! You must know that once the news of you having two souls in your body is spread by the wizarding world, I, a little minister, will not be able to protect you at all!"

"Yes, yes, I know." Harry broke out in a cold sweat. He was lazy once in 16 years, and he happened to be caught.Now Snape's mocking tone in his mind was getting more and more obvious.

"Then, can you let Professor Snape speak?" Hermione rubbed her temples, her pregnant body is really not suitable for anger. "I have something to look for him."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, he walked to the sofa and sat down with his head down, no one could see the change in his eyes.When he raised his head again, the coldness in his eyes made both of them tremble.

"Miss Know-It-All and Mr Weasley." 'Harry' smirked, a look that wasn't particularly threatening on this face. "You poor potions masters need to be lectured by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Uh...no." Hermione still felt a little uncomfortable seeing the "Harry" who looked like a different person, even though she knew who this person's soul was. "Professor Snape, I'm sorry I never knew you were alive."

"If this counts as being alive, Granger... oh, I should call you Mrs. Weasley." 'Harry' squinted one eye, raised his legs and looked straight at the two standing in front of him. "I don't think the Ministry of Magic can make a case for me being a dead man."

Hermione's eloquence always failed in front of Snape. After biting her lower lip, she handed the document that fell on the table to the person on the sofa.

"This is a regulation issued by the parliament. You may not know it, because the fact that Harry had a soul piece in his body before is well known in the wizarding world. We managed to convince the outside world that the soul piece followed Voldemort and disappeared. Now..." Hermione After a pause, she looked at 'Harry''s face with fear. "We have no choice, professor."

'Harry''s face changed, and he twitched his fingers without leaving a trace.

"Speak your mind, Mrs Weasley."

"We need you to come out of Harry's body...or disappear."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the person on the sofa closed his eyes and frowned, then jumped up from the sofa.

"You can't do this!" Harry yelled loudly, the nerves in his brain were still beating wildly, but he suppressed his headache and kept standing. He admitted that he had damaged his brain by forcibly pulling his body back just now. .

"Harry..." Hermione couldn't bear to speak out. "This is not what we want. The Ministry of Magic is always under the Wizarding Council. Once the councilors know, I can't imagine what they will do to you."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, they just want a savior in name only, and they have speculated that I will be the second Dark Lord!" Harry's anger made him unable to control his mouth. "I should have known that group of old men were still on guard against me, but I didn't expect Hogwarts to be under their control."

"Don't be too impulsive, Harry." Ron had to interject. He walked to his wife, put his hand on his wife's waist, and looked at his friend. "It's the worst way to make Snape disappear. We can find a way to revive him."

"I got the method from Dumbledore." After venting, Harry fell down on the sofa like a deflated ball. "Professor Snape disagrees, that ritual requires a lot of magic power."

"let me see."

Harry arranged the steps in the air with a spell, and Hermione stared at it for a moment, frowning in thought.

"Brother, you are really taking risks." Ron looked at Harry with some concern when he saw the soul fusion and body reshaping. "You said if I dig up Snape's grave now, will I still have his body?"

Harry glared at Ron with a 'what the hell are you talking about' look.

"A corpse that has been dead for more than ten years must have become bones long ago. Do you have any common sense?"

"Then what to do? You can't be like Voldemort..."

"Stop! I don't want to hear that name." Harry was unlucky today and heard Voldemort's name twice from different friends. Besides, can Snape be compared to Voldemort?It really felt like Merlin was playing tricks on him.

"But Ron's right." Hermione walked to Harry and sat down. "Maybe we can use black magic, after all, there are already people as experimental subjects."

"Hermione!"

"Do you really want your magic power to dry up and become a squib?"

Harry turned to Hermione, thinking for a moment.

"Then how do you explain the whereabouts of the traces of black magic to those old men?"

"Aurors are not so open and aboveboard sometimes." Hermione smiled meaningfully, and her expression made Harry feel a little relaxed. "I believe that the method taught by Professor Dumbledore can be slightly improved with black magic. This will reduce the traces of a lot of black magic and the consumption of mana, and I will have more excuses to convince those councilors."

Harry didn't know whether their idea was advisable, and Snape didn't hear his objection again. Maybe he took Hermione's words to heart?

"Okay then, but I want to wait a little longer." Harry hesitated a little uneasily.After all, making up his mind and being forced to do it are two different things, and he can't guarantee that the black magic ritual of that person is not safer than the one given by Dumbledore.

"We need to hurry, Harry," Hermione reminded.

"Give me another three days, and I will come to you again." Harry didn't want to talk about this matter anymore, he got up from the sofa and walked to the door with some difficulty.

"Harry..." Ron looked at his pale-faced friend and shouted worriedly. "I send you."

"No need." Harry gave the other party a reassuring gesture and closed the door.

His impulsive emotions always override his calmness, maybe Principal McGonagall really shouldn't let him be the head of Slytherin.He listened to Lisnape's question in his head, and moved slowly to apparate.

"Enough, Potter."

Harry didn't know how he appeared in the spiritual hall, he was obviously still looking for his wand and planning to cast a spell.

"Hiss..." Harry covered his head, obviously already here, but it didn't relieve his headache at all.

"Stupid Gryffindor," Snape sneered, pinning Harry down on the sofa, his head against the back pillow. "What you've damaged is your soul, not your body. If you've listened carefully to your fifth-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you should know that this is five times the damage of Legilimency."

In addition to his headache, Harry could still sigh that the other party didn't use irony in the long sentence.He lay obediently without moving.

"Why am I here?"

"You've passed out." Snape shot him a glance. "To be precise, the body passed out at the gate of the Ministry of Magic."

Harry almost jumped up.

"No, then I have to manipulate myself back to Hogwarts."

"In your state, do you want to distort yourself into a pulp? That's really a good thing for the council."

Harry was so choked that he couldn't speak, he just stared dryly at Snape who was sitting across from him.

"Professor..." pretending to be weak.

Snape raised his eyebrows, before Harry could speak, he got up from his chair and walked towards the door.Of course, he didn't notice the victory gesture of the person behind him.

"The bottle of medicine that Luna gave can make your magic power flow in line with mine." Harry reminded aloud, of course he tried one after breakfast, after all, it was for "before the ceremony" Prepare".

"Hope you survive the ceremony, Potter."

After hearing this sentence, the corners of Harry's mouth still raised uncontrollably. This old bat is always stubborn, and he has long been used to it.

With Snape's control, of course Harry didn't worry about anything, that man's magic power was obviously higher than his, although he still couldn't figure out why the soul could inherit the magic power of the Primarch, as if he couldn't understand why James and Lily's soul casts a spell to protect him.

Harry... oh no, when Snape was walking to the cellar, Principal McGonagall asked the student elf to invite him to the principal's office.So I wanted to put Harry's body on the bed