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"Ravenclaw's crown, it seems that the Dark Lord really put in a lot of effort to find a container suitable for his soul fragments, if he can use this effort on..." Snape did not continue, he Knowing that Harry was looking at him, and it was true that there was no possibility for him to follow the madman, since many years ago, he had only one goal, although he didn't realize it at that time.

Harry clutched his forehead, he unscrewed the potion bottle with trembling hands, took a sip of the potion, his pain relieved a lot in an instant and he could speak, so he asked impatiently, "My scar It hurts, does this mean that there is also a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul on it?" Although it could be heard from Snape's words, he still wanted to get affirmation.

"So far." Snape said. He looked around. Fortunately, there were a lot of waste products here. He found a wine-red tablecloth with unique patterns printed on it. Features over there.

Adolescents are always on the same page, and there is always something left behind to ease the sadness of leaving school.Of course, the Dark Lord will not be as naive as these children—for those who are insane, they will only be worse, and they will torture the rationality of normal people even more, and lunatics are naturally different from normal people, they are happy in.He could already imagine the mindless flattery of followers of the Dark Lord such as Bellatrix.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, finishing his potion and standing up, grabbing a decorative wooden sculpture beside him.

Snape had only one glance at the questionable little bastard, and he cast a spell over the piece of cloth he had found - and Harry found it in his mind, what seemed to be a curse of isolation.

Then Harry watched as Snape carefully walked up to the mahogany coat hanger with the cloth, unfolding the cloth with both hands, and at that moment a puff of smoke diffused from the diadem.

"You have discovered the all-knowing Ravenclaw crown, I can hear your thirst for knowledge, come on, come closer." The smoke converged into a familiar messy black-haired boy, blinking his clear emerald green eyes. Green eyes, mixed with innocence and charm, like a perfect contradictory body, he stretched out his hand towards Snape, with bright hints in his gestures, bewitching the man in front of him to drop the rag in his hand, The crown was taken off by himself, "Put it on, and you can have everything, including me."

Snape didn't even pause, he quickly reached out and took off the golden crown through the cloth, then wrapped it up and tied it in a complicated knot.The whole process only took more than ten seconds, and it seems that the phantom's wink was for nothing.

Harry's face was pale and rosy, and he didn't know whether to be angry at this shameless phantasm, or to curse the fake old bastard for Snape's indifference.

"Aren't you going to take it back?" Harry looked at the package in Snape's hand uncomfortably, as if he had eaten a slug-flavored Bibi Bean.

"Don't you want to leave it here, and at some point the daredevils who broke in found this abandoned treasure and manipulated it into a play four years ago?" Snape walked towards Harry, "You just Nerves throbbing, not brains being gnawed."

"No, of course not." Harry shook his head, "I thought you were going to destroy it." He took a deep breath, "Don't tell me you still want to collect it."

He hadn't thought that Snape would do such a risky thing before, coupled with his spy status, this would undoubtedly be walking on fire, sooner or later he would be discovered by Voldemort and fed to the snake.

Harry thought uncomfortably, the old bat doesn't seem like a person who would do such a thing, he has always been wise to protect himself, hasn't he? ——No, Harry denied his thoughts about Snape, he remembered what Snape had done secretly for him before, although he only found out a few times, but he was indeed protecting him.Whether it was a Quidditch match in the first year, or in the third year, he stood in front of him and raised his wand to Sirius who escaped from prison.

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth, he didn't speak, he stood in front of Harry and held out a hand towards him.

Harry stared at the hand in front of him, he hesitated for a while, and then put his hand on it—the potion was very effective, but it was really painful before, he almost passed out from the pain, and his limbs still Some chills.If it was only for a while, he felt that it would not be impossible to rely on Snape.

As Harry thought so, he ignored the warm emotion welling up in his heart, and he was pulled to the door, and these few steps made Harry's numb limbs recover from the weakness.

"Thank you." He thanked dryly, never thinking that the old bat would have such a thoughtful moment.

"10 points deducted from Gryffindor, Potter, I have to say that your existence means trouble." Snape threw away the warm hand, and he turned his head to look at the face beside him, his face flushed with anger Harry raised the corners of his mouth in a happy mood, opened the door and walked out.

Harry had to follow, he couldn't let Snape carry such a dangerous item, even if he knew that as a professor, Snape must be more skilled in handling these dark magic items than he was.But this one was different, there was a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul in it - if the soul fragments were connected, wouldn't Snape be in danger because of him?

So from the eighth floor to the cellar, Harry followed Snape closely all the way. His face was wrinkled and he looked preoccupied. In the eyes of the students, he seemed to be sentenced to confinement and had to follow the old bat. This is simply a public execution.

Oh, poor savior, since the old bat didn't even deduct points for the students blocking the way, he must have consumed the old bat's venom by himself. Snape, who took pleasure in punishment, must have prepared a lot The method is waiting to torture Harry, so that he has no interest in other people-I really hope that this situation will be more and better, the students who are lucky to have escaped the disaster are so unloving and praying in their hearts that Merlin will hear their voices .

Harry followed Snape into his territory, and the end point was his private laboratory. Harry looked at this familiar small room of more than ten square meters. The last time he was here, Snape stared at him and made a Pot potion—he later went to the library to find out the potion through the formula. It was a potion used to counteract the potion that enhanced the negative effect. It was also recorded in the potion book for the negative effect. He was particularly concerned about the potion, so he looked into this potion again—the hate booster, which would double the hate, so severe that he would lose his mind and attack the hater.

No wonder he attacked Malfoy before, and Malfoy drugged him to make him lose his memory.

And after drinking the potion, it was only natural that his aversion to Snape decreased, the potion itself was at fault.

"Stop!" Harry was stunned for a short while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Snape had put the Ravenclaw's crown on the table and unwrapped it. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Snape. Snape's hand, he had to think, did the Bewitching Curse on the crown still make Snape lose his mind?

"Let go, Potter!" Snape glared at the little bastard who grabbed his hand to stop him from unpacking.

"There's a Bewilderment Charm on it, it's trying to control you, or it's already…" Harry said, his voice trailing off under Snape's stare, before closing his mouth.

"Anyone who is not blind can see the magic on it." Snape sarcastically said, "Since you proposed to destroy it, then I just happen to have an idea to try." He said and looked at Harry , and then paused, he let go of his hand, walked to the locker behind him, took out a bottle of potion from it, and handed it to the bewildered boy.

Harry unscrewed the cap and sniffed it, realizing that it was the potion he had just drunk.

"What do I need to do?" He looked at Snape expectantly.

"Stand there. Remember to drink the medicine if you have a headache. You are no longer a toddler who needs to be coaxed to take the medicine." Snape pursed his lips. He walked to another cabinet, took out a few bottles of medicine and walked back to the cooking table.

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Harry: This illusion is too fake for me to smile at Snape!

Snape raised the corners of his mouth: I'm more happy crying than laughing.

Harry had a sudden urge to punch someone.