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After undoing the petrification spell on his head, Harry turned his neck stiffly, and he could hear the "creak" sound from his joints.

"Don't think I'll compromise!" Those eyes were bloodshot with bloodshot eyes, staring at Snape standing in front of him.

If he had been able to move, he would have bitten Snape so hard that his nose was bruised and his face was so bruised that a single beating wouldn't make him comfortable.

"I thought you'd reflect." Snape sneered, putting a glass of water to Harry's mouth.

Harry turned his head away from the glass of water that he didn't know had been mixed with Veritaserum or some other bloody potion.

But Snape, who had run out of patience, grabbed his chin and forced it down.

"Uh-cough cough." Harry coughed after feeling uncomfortable, he wanted to cough up the water he drank, but the glass of lemonade completely entered his stomach and moistened his thirsty throat.

The frizzy and careless boy who only remembered killing his professor with his eyes frowned uncomfortably.

"Bastard!" His nostrils were full of depression.

"It's impossible to talk like this. Potter, do you know the meaning of communication?" Snape looked into those eyes full of hatred, and he reached out to grab the boy's chin, pressing his thumb on the stained pair. drops of water on the lips.

Soft and ruddy, although it is moistened with water, it is hard to hide his dryness.

Snape's fingers rubbed and crushed it repeatedly.

That made Harry stare at him in astonishment, as if he was frightened.

"Did you poison me?" Harry felt that something was wrong all over his body, his back was extremely numb, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

"It's not me." Snape backed away enough that Harry could breathe normally without exacerbating the boy's reaction.

Maybe he should give Harry a point for Gryffindor for being physically honest.That's the only thing the boy deserves credit for—his body remembers after he's lost his memory in some inexplicable way.

Maybe it's not the worst.

"Need I remind you? Draco Malfoy." Snape twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had witnessed everything, and his tone made Harry look at him in surprise, "I'm so conflicted with you now. He is the only one who wants to drug you to prevent you from spying on his privacy."

"How do you know?" Harry naturally remembered the glass of juice Ginny gave him a week ago, "Parkinson's best friend, she has such a good relationship with Malfoy, although he is not popular in Slytherin now, But I don't think there's enough animosity between me and Parkinson that she needs to drug me."

He pursed his lips, and after thinking twice, he still told about Ginny.

"Madame Pomfrey said that she couldn't detect the effect of the potion, and I didn't feel anything wrong—so Malfoy really gave me the medicine? That's why I'm so strange."

"Potter, do you really not suspect that there is something wrong with your memory?" Snape rubbed his chin, and he looked at Harry.

The deep voice seemed to lick Harry's earlobe.

Harry realized that the thumb of that hand had just brushed his lips.

It was very wrong, he shouldn't be staring at that pale hand, what's so interesting about it!

"Remember to use your brains, I'll be waiting for you to come to confinement at six o'clock tomorrow night." Snape said, he waved his wand and opened the door for Harry.

Harry glared at the old bastard who wouldn't answer him for nothing.

Sure enough, the greasy old bat was only waiting to see his jokes - maybe he wasn't drugged at all, and Snape was fooling him.

He was just waiting for him to fall into the trap!He will never be fooled!

Harry made his way to the stairs leading to Gryffindor Tower, gritting his teeth thinking about the old bastard's spell, which he definitely needed to practice somewhere before he was locked up tomorrow.

No, he must brush his mouth with a brush, that hand is disgusting!He should have written to Dumbledore and asked him to fire Snape - Snape wouldn't be a good guy after all!Maybe he was just waiting to have him eaten alive and handed over to Voldemort.

The cunning Death Eater who tricked Dumbledore!

Harry wiped his mouth so hard it nearly chafed his lips.

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So short, continue tomorrow

Harry: I'm going to ride on Snotluck and beat him to the teeth!

Snape nodded: So you like riding.

Harry, who was picked up by the waist, screamed: Dumbledore Dumbledore finally showed his true colors!

(However, the principal who is far away on the eighth floor cannot hear the cry for help in the cellar)