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Harry didn't have a strong memory of coming out of the cellar that day, he only knew that when he woke up on the sofa and looked around in horror, Snape wasn't here - but the door to the potions workshop was closed with.

So he rushed out the door and ran back to the Gryffindor tower quickly. He didn't dare to go to the public bathroom, so he had to lock the door of the bathroom, store a basin of water and use a heating spell to scrub it like this. After carefully checking several times in the mirror and finding nothing abnormal, he exhaled.Turning his head and writing his homework depressedly, he forgot about it when he woke up.

The next day, word spread all over Hogwarts that Slughorn's Slug Club was having a dinner party, and that on Halloween night, he would be throwing a ball by invitation only - of course, You can also bring your dance partner.

And the invited people are naturally excellent students who can enter his slug club - this incident has excited the entire Hogwarts students, who doesn't want to prove that they are incomparably excellent?And this is a rare opportunity!After all, Slughorn is their professor, he is also the former head of Slytherin, a well-known master of potions, and the people invited by such a famous person must be quite good.

Needless to say, Harry was naturally invited. In Potions class, Slughorn invited him to answer questions in front of everyone and gave him points after getting an accurate answer. By the way, he asked.

So Harry's face turned pale in an instant, he had already thought of the Christmas ball in the fourth grade, so many fanatical girls wanted to be his dance partner.

And this time, the same scene is about to happen again.

"Oh, Merlin. I have to find a place to hide." After class, Harry said to himself while quickly tidying up his textbooks while shaking his shoulders uncontrollably. In fact, girls have been blocking him for the past two days. .

And Ron can't care about jealousy, he has long since run away - to fall in love with his dear Lavender, leaving his good buddy alone to suffer from the beauty disaster.

Since Hermione knew that the broken cabinet Malfoy bought was the disappearing cabinet, she started to visit the library again, and was going to find a solution to the disappearing cabinet in the books in the vast sea-in Harry's opinion, as long as they found the cabinet, Just smash it to pieces.

But Hermione just didn't want such a miraculous magic item to be destroyed. She felt that there was a lot to be researched in it - until the last step, she would never intend to destroy her research target.

Harry felt that his friend was possessed by a researcher, and he wouldn't be surprised if Hermione told him that she was going to spend her life with books.

Just racking his brains to avoid all kinds of blocking people who want to be his dance partner. After even the Gryffindor Tower was captured in the first place and became a dangerous area, Harry found that Snape's office had actually become his A safe haven, his confinement until the end of term was really just right.

The old bat's lair is simply a long-lasting super-strong sanity potion—the effect is so good that those fanatic nympho calm down and retreat more than ten meters. Come to a friendly meeting with the gods - don't mention the Slug Club if you get caught, they are probably going to play ghosts to entertain the public on Halloween.

So while the girls scoured the castle looking for their ideal dance partner, Harry sat in a chair at Snape's desk, scribbling away on his homework.

Snape spent the week in his potion-making room, and each confinement consisted of just sitting here and not messing with his belongings and threatening him with demerit points before walking towards his cauldron, Walking with wind, the door of the production room was closed spontaneously.

After two hours, Snape wouldn't show up -- only his office alone, without chasing and chasing the girls who were going to be his dancing partner, and sure enough, Merlin couldn't stand it anymore, so he had a quiet place to do his homework !

It was even more comforting to Harry tonight—the old bastard hadn't been seen the moment he walked through the door.

So he was the only one in the whole office.

He put his schoolbag on the chair casually, and cast his eyes randomly—the furnishings of the office have not changed for thousands of years, except for the extra long-necked vials on the desk and the red velvet roses in them, the house-elf is really Dedicated to beautifying the site of the old bat.Unfortunately, this rose does not match the spooky bat nest at all.

A decorative cabinet against the wall held a row of potion ingredients in water, from the claws of iron eaters to the eyeballs of unknown magical creatures.He still remembered that he almost fainted when he entered this office for the first time in his first year, if it hadn't been for his boldness - no, his heroic intelligence - he had recognized Snape and him in the first place. There is Liangzi who can't be solved, and this old bastard has disliked him since the first time we met!Of course he is too!

Harry left the chair, walked towards the display cabinets, pulled the doors and drawers with his hands, and curled his lips when he found that they couldn't be opened.

Snape had claimed that Malfoy had drugged him, and that might have been the case - but would he have been so kind as to remind him specifically?If you believe him, you are an idiot!How could Snape help him?That old bastard was definitely on Malfoy's side, or Malfoy was tricked by him.

He can't be fooled by the black hearted old bat!

Thinking of this, Harry walked towards the desk with a cold face. He came to the chair that Snape often used, bent down and opened the drawer - it was not locked so easily opened by him, Harry just I froze for a while, then rummaged through the pile of documents—it turned out that the top ones were all homework for the third grade, and the bottom ones were for the fourth grade.

Not all homework!

Thinking this way, Harry opened the second drawer again. This drawer was not full of homework, and there were not many things in it. He even found a bill from the Owl Post Office - all of which were magic subscriptions. Fees such as pharmaceutical periodicals, and the list of books to buy.

At last he found an old photo, and he was frozen there just by looking at it.

This is a black and white photo. In the photo is a tall and thin boy. His face is blocked by the half-length hair next to his cheeks. lens.

Harry only felt that his heart was stabbed by something sharp, and then sprinkled a lot of pepper on it, so his whole body was hot, and the heat wave rushed to his cheek in an instant.

He stared at the teenager in the photo with fever and sweat, his throbbing heart beating like a tireless Beanman dancing on the fire.

The sound of the doorknob turning stopped Harry's beating heart for a moment. He quickly closed the drawer, stuffed the photo into his pocket, and slid towards his chair with a diagonal step like oil on his feet.

The moment the door was pulled open, Harry sat upright with a calm face, as if he had done nothing wrong, just sat there in a daze and waited for the owner of the office to come back.

"Good evening, Professor. I just came in too, and I'm here for confinement." Harry turned his head and explained quickly, his palms sweating, but he was sure his Occlumency was working fine.

Snape would never have found out what he had done, nor would he have noticed that a photo was missing - it must have been confiscated from a student, he would never remember it.

Snape only stared at Harry for a while, making Harry swallow his saliva, recalling whether he had shown some telltale signs, Snape suddenly frowned, and strode towards the locked potion making room and close the door.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he picked up his schoolbag, and he didn't care if there were girls besieging him outside the door—now he had to go back to his dormitory, he subconsciously felt that his pocket was extremely hot, and he had to give this stolen thing to him quickly. Hiding it, it must not be taken away by the old bat!

Snape came back at just the right time. After standing for 10 hours, the potion now showed a bright blue color. Now he needs to put the fresh moon beast's tears he found into it. He only needs two drops, no more and no more. Little——and then quickly stir it clockwise ten times, and the potion will become so light that it is almost transparent, and it will fluoresce slightly under the moonlight, like a blue halo.

This pot of potion was successful.

And that brainless bastard just drinks it and everything goes back to how it was before.

Snape looked at the cauldron with a tense expression, his hand was very steady, and he handled his potion delicately, making it obedient and calm, and finally he got a bottle of the prepared water of memory.

Potter would remember how many times he peed his pants as a child as if it happened yesterday, and he would never lose his memory as easily as he lost his IQ.

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Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry: So our savior's new hobby is thieves.

Harry blushed and insisted: Don't think I didn't discover your secret, you Death Eater!

Snape admired Harry's face: would love to hear more about it.

Harry blushed: The secret is—that you are going to poison me to death! (Regret my hands are cheap)