Polaris

After Potions class, the children quickly ran away from the classroom as if there was a troll chasing after them. Longbottom took the initiative to take on the task of packing up the tools in order to thank Poloris for helping him. Going down, after thanking him, she picked up the book and followed Harry out of the classroom. Once out of the classroom, Ron took a deep breath, as if exhaling all the depression in his body.

"I almost thought I was going to die in the classroom," Ron whispered, as if afraid Snape would hear.

"Come on, I was fined an hour of labor service because of my father's incident back then." Harry's face was not very good, even though Sirius had told him about the similar possibility long ago, he still didn't think of him will be so clearly targeted.

"You should be thankful that you are a student of Slytherin. Professor Snape will never deduct Slytherin's points." Hermione obviously had an understanding of the school's situation. "By the way, have you heard? Gringotts has been invaded!"

"Vault 713?" Draco read the newspaper in the morning, claiming that the safest place in the world had been invaded, which made him feel uneasy.

"Well, Hagrid took me to Gringotts to exchange Galleons when he picked me up from school. As you all know, my parents are ordinary people." Draco, who was used to talking about Muggles, called ordinary people this way. Obviously a little disdainful, he snorted softly, and Poloris and Harry reached out and pressed his head down.

"Hey! I didn't say anything!" He broke free and smoothed his tousled blond hair with his hands, and he didn't say anything about Mudblood. "I'm just not used to what ordinary people say." He explained after seeing Hermione's unhappy face. "After all, my father and the others call them Muggles, no offense intended." After staying with Poloris for a long time, Draco has already understood that there is not much substantive significance in adhering to the pure blood theory, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and doing things smoothly.After hearing the explanation, Hermione's expression eased a lot, she paused and continued.

"Hagrid went there to help Dumbledore get something, and it was the vault, and it was stolen the next day!" While talking, they had already reached the stairs, because the Gryffindor lounge was In the tower, the five children said goodbye and headed towards their respective destinations.It was already dinner time when they arrived at the lounge. Poloris stood at the door of the bedroom. She hesitated for a moment and then stopped Harry who was heading towards the bedroom.

"What's the matter, Polly? You don't look very well." Both children stopped when their names were called.

"I'm not very well." She frowned, her pale face was worrying. "I want to go to bed early, I won't go to dinner, Harry, please apologize to Mr. Snape for me during the labor service, I'm... I don't have the strength to go over."

"Then go to bed earlier." No matter how poor her health was, Polaris would never say it out loud, but this time Draco and Harry showed worry on their faces after she voluntarily said that she was uncomfortable. "Would you like to visit the medical wing?" Draco added. "Or go to my godfather now? Father asked him to take care of you."

"No, I just want to rest." She shook her head and pushed the door into the bedroom.

"Her face is worse than yesterday." Harry said worriedly after the door was closed tightly.

"Could it be that she was too tired after a day's class? After all, her body has been very weak. She had been staring at Longbottom during the Potions class just now, and that guy almost threw a porcupine quill into the pot and caused an explosion." Since Poloris was sitting right behind him, Draco knew exactly how tired Poloris was, and even Snape watched the stiff gentleman from time to time during class.

"I'm going to labor service later. When you come back, bring some oranges to Polly. I think she likes it." Harry nodded in agreement. He still remembered Perry who almost never ate solid breakfasts. Li ate half an orange today, if Syl knew it, she would jump up excitedly

Poloris did not light the candle after closing the door. The deep lake outside the window vaguely refracted the faint light, and the visibility in the house was not high. All the furniture was drawn in a rough, dark outline, and the robe was hung at the door. On the clothes hanger, she raised her legs and walked towards the bed. The thick handmade carpet under her feet made her steps a little weak. Her knees softened and she fell straight to the ground. A cold and soft touch caught her in front of the carpet. She lay on the object, her brain didn't react for a moment.

"What are you doing?" An unhappy voice sounded from under her, and she blinked, trying to understand why.

"Tom?" She reached out and poked the person under her. He felt like a cold and soft blister, obviously he was in the embarrassing stage of neither soul nor body.

"Otherwise?" The unbreakable restriction prevented him from running out to be a meat pad before she fell down. The Dark Lord used a little girl as a meat pad?Tom thought he must have been deluded by those gray-green eyes to agree to such an unequal treaty.

"That's right...it's because of the unbreakable spell." Apparently Poloris also thought of this reason, she chuckled twice. "You must hate me, don't you?"

"What's wrong with you?" Tom looked worriedly at the child who was lying on top of him and didn't move. The room was too dark for him to see the expression on her face. He didn't find anything that made her sad, but since she left the Potions classroom, she has been wrong. Even if the little devils around him didn't notice, he could easily notice her unhappiness when he was hiding in the locket.

"Why doesn't anyone just look at me?" She relaxed and lay on Tom's body. The soft and cold touch made her feel better, but she didn't understand what was going on with Tom.

"Hey, are you okay?" Having been together for many days, Tom was used to seeing her look like she was sure she had every chance to win, how could he not be surprised when he suddenly saw the softness in her disguise?

"Syl is looking at Io who has been there for 15 years. My brother-in-law is more concerned about the benefits I can bring to the Malfoy family. You are bound by an unbreakable spell, and he is looking at Lily through my eyes. Why... ...No one ever sees me?" Poloris whispered, and Tom felt that she was talking more to herself, and her body was trembling, and he hesitated for a moment and reached out to hug her.

"Because you can bring so much," he replied. "I have to say, from many perspectives, you are very useful." The child on her body can see everyone's hidden thoughts, and can easily fulfill other people's wishes. Many times, she chooses to be the projection of others' hearts, and gradually Of course no one can see her.Tom didn't think he could understand it, that her intelligence was being used in such useless ways. "Gentle and incurable idiot." He finally concluded the conversation.Poloris closed her eyes, even though she knew that Snape was looking at others through her eyes, she thought that he had acknowledged the existence of Poloris after being together for so long, but since the entrance One day she discovered that those dark eyes would always stay on the green-eyed boy for a long time. She knew that Harry had exactly the same eyes as Lily. She heard the phrase 11 years apart in Potions class, It was impossible for Harry to understand the cryptic apology, and he didn't hope to be forgiven. He hoped to carry that guilt and love until he died.Poloris bit her lower lip, she felt very sad, all the tenderness and pampering came from a projection, she thought that he was different.

Dinner time is the most crowded day in the Hogwarts auditorium. Harry was stopped shortly after he sat down. He turned his head, and the Weasley family gathered at the long Gryffindor table behind him. , Hermione and Longbottom sat next to them, and the hand that just patted him was Ron's.

"What's wrong?" Draco looked up, noticing that he had stopped eating.

"Where is Polly, why didn't she come?" Hermione asked everyone after Ron hesitated to speak a few times.

"Polly isn't feeling well," Harry added after seeing Longbottom's troubled eyes. "And she rarely eats dinner."

"Come on, it's not because of being tired by Longbottom." Draco curled his lips dissatisfied. "Didn't you see that Polly was staring at him the whole class? I don't understand why she didn't have to do it herself and let this mob do it."

"Little Dragon, take your words back, Polly knows she won't be happy." Longbottom was visibly disturbed, and Harry interrupted Draco with a frown.

"Why doesn't she think that I will be upset seeing that weak look?" The blond boy stood up angrily, picked up the two oranges on the table, turned and left angrily.

"Don't pay attention to him." The same angry Harry curled his lips at his back. "Idiot." Throwing the tableware in his hand on the table, Harry glanced at the teacher's long table, and stood up after realizing that Snape had left. "I went to the cellar labor service, goodbye."

The Medusa at the door of the cellar opened the door after Harry explained his purpose. This was Harry's first visit to the dean's room. The workbench was covered with large and small condenser tubes and flasks. He subconsciously walked away from the easily In the broken area, Snape sat behind the desk, his shoulder-length black hair covered most of his cheeks, and the flickering candles cast strange shadows on his face, he glanced at the large and small jars on the shelf Harry couldn't understand how Poloris lived here for half a month.

"Dean." Harry said after realizing that the man ignored him. "Miss Black is not feeling well, she told me she won't come tonight, let me wait for her to apologize." He saw the man's hand holding the quill pen pause.

"Please skin the two barrels of toads under the workbench. Remember, be careful, the toad's blood will bring you some wonderful little gifts." Snape's deep voice sounded, and Harry saw The two barrels of black-spotted toads gave him a middle finger in their hearts.