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Harry regretted the spell the moment he uttered it, but the spell had already sunk into Malfoy's body.In the next second, Malfoy let out a scream, as if his body had been split in half, and his whole body was torn apart.Malfoy fell down, and the bright red viscous liquid quickly spread to form a pool on the ground, gradually spreading to Harry's feet.

He stepped back, preventing the flowing blood red from cooling and solidifying from getting on his shoes.Harry stared in horror at the sight - he never knew the spell would work like this.

He should stop the spell, he waved his wand and the healing spell came out of his mouth over and over again, but it didn't work - ah!Black magic doesn't apply healing spells, it should have a special counter-spell, but Prince's textbook doesn't record it.

Harry's fingers holding his wand were as cold as blood.

What did he do?

How could he use black magic on his classmates - not even his nemesis Malfoy - and now he could just watch him die?

'Severus, come here, Malfoy is dying! Harry took a deep breath and immediately summoned Snape with the Concentric Knot, he could only find the inventor of the spell.After giving Snape his location, he repeated the Healing Charm again and again, and while he knew it wasn't going to work, at least he felt better and Malfoy's bleeding seemed to slow down.

He heard footsteps coming from behind him, he was relieved by the approaching sound, he turned his head to face Snape who was walking quickly with his brow furrowed.

"Vulnera Sanentur." Snape immediately pulled out his wand, and he cast it on Malfoy several times before the convulsions of his body stopped, and the blood on the ground solidified into an ugly dark red stain.There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Harry was sure Malfoy had passed out.

"What's going on?" Snape looked at Harry, and then he suddenly approached, his nose twitching.

Although it was extremely faint and even covered by this fresh bloody smell, his nose, which could distinguish tens of thousands of potion ingredients, told him that Potter did have a sweet orange blossom smell that shouldn't exist.

"I watched Malfoy come out of the Requirement Room, and then he found me, and I got a headache." Harry's lips moved, and he concealed something.But he was really weird before, and suddenly he was so angry that he wanted to have a fight, and instead of hitting the skunk, he used black magic.

Harry pursed his lips, "I was wrong." He looked at Snape, his emerald green eyes shone with crystal light, pitifully like a lake full of spring water.

"Impulsive and mindless, 20 points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Snape said coldly. He grabbed Harry by the collar, dragged him to the abandoned classroom, and pushed Harry against the wall with one hand. Pressing against the wall next to Harry's cheek.

He cast a soundproof spell and stared blankly at the unaware little bastard with messy hair and confused thinking.

"Start at the beginning," Snape said.

Harry was silent for a second, and he described with difficulty how he rushed to the cellar without even having breakfast after waking up early, then stupidly read twenty passwords he guessed without repetition to the doorknob, but none of them correct.

Speaking of this, his face turned as red as a ripe tomato. He quickly described his embarrassment, and quickly jumped to the scene where he met Parkinson and his party.

"...Could it be Parkinson's? She has trouble blowing bubbles." Only then did Harry belatedly realize that he had been drugged.

"Let me guess, the bubbles she blows smell like orange blossom." Snape said firmly, his eyes were as black as abysses of malice.

Harry nodded, "Is it still there?" He raised his sleeve and sniffed, but he still felt the smell of Malfoy's blood on his body.

His expression fell again, he raised his hand to cover his face, and suppressed the difficulty in his throat, "I did something wrong, even if it was because of some kind of potion, but I shouldn't be controlled by impulse. I also Black magic should not be used."

"I shouldn't have used your spells." There was pain in his voice, as if he, too, had suffered from the black magic shot from his wand.

Snape embraced Harry, his arms warm enough to drive away the fear and guilt that had nearly killed his classmate freezing Harry's blood, his arms strong and reliable, his back wide enough to clenched his heart I got freedom and was able to beat steadily, and my body temperature gradually rose.

Snape took away Harry's arm that was covering his face, he didn't bother to examine whether the face was ugly or not, he just lowered his head and kissed the boy who was afraid of his reckless behavior.

Harry was comforted, his heart resting in the reassurance that Snape had given him.

"You need to know the consequences of using this spell, Harry." Snape pressed the impudent head into his chest, ran his fingers through the soft black hair, found the sweat in it, and he said reassuringly stroking this head.

"You have to be determined to hurt someone to use this spell, and I don't want to see your wand pointed at your classmate and he doesn't do harm." Snape's voice was as calm as ever, and the deep tone was like a kiss Printed on Harry's eardrums.

"I thought you wouldn't have some of James Potter's traits, but today I really opened my eyes." Snape sarcastically, his hand only paused for a moment and then resumed when Harry froze. With his soothing motion, Harry's muscles softened again under his touch.

"I know it's not your fault, but you almost did something irreparable. It could have been avoided because of your recklessness, your inattention to the consequences, and your naivete." Snape's voice After being soft at first, it became sharp, and every word made Harry want to cover his ears, but he was held tightly in Snape's arms, and he couldn't move and could only accept the criticism.

"You are so stubborn that there is no cure, but I have to comfort your frustrated soul because you are my responsibility," said Snape, his breath in Harry's ear, "young When I taught you the Dark Arts, I forgot to tell you when you should use it - definitely not in this case."

"Severus." Harry took a deep breath, the bridge of his nose resting on Snape's neck, he inhaled the strong bitter smell of potion, and Snape's hair became greasy again, He looked like he had just come out of the potions workshop.

He must have interrupted Snape's research, Harry thought quickly.He just felt warm all over, as if his Prince had returned.

"Gryffindor deducted 20 points for this, the correct way I should have asked Dumbledore to expel you." Snape let go of Harry, and he took a step back.

After hearing this, Harry looked at Snape in astonishment, "Parkinson was the one who tricked me, and instead of deducting her points, you deducted my college points!" He couldn't believe it, since Parkinson was besides himself. Make trouble inside.

"You didn't discover it, but shouldn't you find the reason in yourself?" Snape snorted coldly, "I'm going to see your eight-inch reflection essay tomorrow, so go back and write it now."

Harry gasped, how fucking cruel!

"Professor." He still wanted to bargain.

"Ten inches long." Snape didn't even lift his eyelids.

Harry immediately rushed out of the classroom and disappeared without a trace, as if being chased by Death Eaters behind him.

Snape walked out of the abandoned classroom, and Draco, who was unconscious on the floating ground, sent him to the school infirmary and perfunctorily concealed Potter's existence from Pomfrey.

He should have stayed and waited for Draco to wake up and tap him about his little tricks, but he had been interrupted by Harry earlier in the making of potions against Horcruxes, and he had to rush back now.

So Snape used the Floo network to return to the office, deciding to settle the matter in his hands first.

When Draco woke up, he blinked his tired eyelids and found that he was lying in the school infirmary.

"I just said, Harry Potter is the biggest threat." Pansy Parkinson sat on the edge of Draco's hospital bed at some point, she was blowing on the freshly applied blood-red nails Oil.

"What are you going to do?" Draco rolled his eyelids, his voice hoarse like a terminally ill critically ill patient.

"That's what I'm going to ask you," Pansy said with a smile.

Draco closed his eyes and opened them again, "I got a bottle of potion in the black market, I forgot the potion."

"It's an easy antidote," Pansy sneered, now wondering if Malfoy was too weak for the job—she didn't want her partner to be a weakling with nothing to offer.

"No, this potion will cause the user to lose his most cherished memory." Draco shook his head, "Gryffindors are the most emotional, and if the memory of someone important is lost, then Potter will definitely be busy looking for it." His memory. Maybe he'll forget the trio, and Granger and Weasley will be all about Potter."

"You came up with such a harmless idea." Pan Xi sneered, she pursed her lips, and then remembered the bottle of potion she used, which was a special version of the time-delayed drug that she spent a lot of money on.

"That's fine, what are you going to do?" She raised her chin, looking slightly interested in this bad idea.

"Just give him a drink." Draco said, "It's not too difficult."

"That's easy." Pansy smiled.

So their temporary alliance was reached.

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So things started.

The professor wrinkled his nose with disgust on his face: Did you get thrown as shit?

Harry smiled after eating canned herring: Don't you want to kiss me?Is it because you dislike my stink?

The professor's expressionless face almost cracked: Gryffindor deducted 50 points for attempting to murder the professor.

Harry immediately took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Snape's neck and put his lips together.

Snape, who instantly showed a poisoned expression, maintained his paralyzed face: Damn it, if you don't brush your teeth, Potter.Then I will help you fulfill your desire to be scrubbed from the inside out! (gritting teeth)