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Still unable to hold back his curiosity, Harry walked to the cooking counter, watching Snape put the bottles and jars aside in a certain order.

"What are these—could they be poison/drugs?" Harry guessed, the things that could destroy soul fragments, he could only guess at poison/drugs and curse potions, if it was set in a Muggle adventure novel In other words, it is the potion with the light property that deals with dark magic items-he doesn't think the healing potion can work, and in fact the real wizarding world is completely different from what Muggles imagined.

"Didn't you already destroy an object that contained a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul?" Snape asked back, his calm black eyes just squinting at Harry as if they were gleaming with teasing.

But how is this possible? Suddenly, from a certain moment, they gradually eased up, and now they seem to have become close friends, who can talk side by side and make light-hearted jokes.

No, he must have had his head eaten off by a soul shard from Ravenclaw's crown.

"Did you mean - the diary?" Harry thought for a while before remembering, "I remember it was - the basilisk's teeth that destroyed it. So the poison can destroy these soul fragments."

"Poison/drugs also have degrees, and the poison/liquid of the basilisk has no cure. It is a highly corrosive and highly poisonous poison. Just one drop can make people go to see Merlin." Snape said, he rarely One more explanation, "So I need to do an experiment."

"The potions are poisons of varying degrees." Harry understood Snape's meaning, "You want to know the toxicity of the poisons that can destroy soul shards."

"Actually, it's not necessary. It's fine to use a potion similar to the basilisk's venom between us." Harry said in a low voice, his vocal cords vibrated with anxiety that he didn't even realize. fell into uneasiness.

From the time he gave Snape the bottle of milk with the love booster, he went into a situation that was out of his control. He didn't know how to deal with his relationship with his professor-now he knew that the greasy old bat It's not hatred for him, so what should he do?To continue the hatred that has no source, or to try to refuse—or to accept.No, how could there be a choice of acceptance.

They didn't fit, Snape was his professor, he was such a strong and wise man, he would never have chosen someone 20 years his junior who had no features other than the reputation his parents sacrificed to him shortly after birth boy.

"Necessary, if the carrier of the soul piece is a living person." Snape said.

"You know all about it." Harry looked up at Snape, his pupils constricted in horror and then relief, his shoulder muscles relaxed after a brief moment of stiffness.

"Then you also know the prophecy, the Dark Lord and I can only perish together, and the two cannot live at the same time." Harry's throat was dry and he reluctantly said these words, and then he lost the desire to continue.

His fate was sealed long ago, so Snape really didn't need to do more for him, and he couldn't pay it back like this.

"The prophecy is not destined to happen, so we need to look for the slight possibility. Don't tell me that you have lost all the courage to try." Snape's low voice was sarcastically emphatic at Harry. on the forehead.

Harry stared blankly at Snape, "Of course." He paused and recovered his voice, "I won't give up. It's just that if there is no other way in the end, I can only follow the prophecy...it can never be wrong of."

"The prophecies are all deceitful. Only fools will believe and go to the so-called destiny. Be a wise man, Potter." Snape snorted, with contempt and disdain on his face.

"Don't you believe in prophecies?" Harry looked at Snape.

Snape turned his head and looked at this boy who was always entangled in mistakes. He was still too immature to be deceived by various means, even such tricks as prophecy were easy to fall into.

"I don't believe it," he said, "and you don't believe it either. This so-called illusory fate." He snorted contemptuously, "Fate is in your hands, you just need to remember this."

So even in the past 20 years, he still waited for the treasure he had calculated. Even if the treasure was vaguely imperfect and his head was filled with mud, he could only reluctantly accept it.

"You're right." Harry took a deep breath. Even Snape had the courage to look for possibilities. As the least courageous Gryffindor, he should stand firm no matter what he predicted. To hell!

"So are we going to start?" He looked at the cooking table with interest.

"Let's start with this bottle of potion, which is a hallucinogenic potion that will make people fall into a hallucinatory dream and never wake up again." Snape picked up the potion on the far left.

"That doesn't sound like a poison," said Harry, milder than he'd imagined, a bit like petrification by a basilisk.

Snape didn't respond, he opened the package, unscrewed the medicine bottle, and poured the medicine bottle down like this.

Nothing happened, no spark, no sizzle.

After half a minute of silence, a familiar white smoke gushed out from the golden crown.

Snape waved his wand and muttered a spell that Harry couldn't understand before the smoke gathered into human form, and it happened quite quickly - the smoke disappeared.

"Is it some kind of magic?" Harry asked, expecting it to be the Soul Fragment from the crown.

"It's the same as the enchantment spell on the ring. Ah, you'll know what I'm referring to when you get your memory back." Snape smirked, then frowned and stared at the wet cloth. The medicine doesn't work at all.

Then Snape picked up another bottle of potion, which he unscrewed without explaining and poured down - still to no avail.

Soon, he tried the last bottle from the left.

"This is a curse potion, just one sip can make the drinker's whole body blood evaporate and die, but if he drinks the antidote before drinking the medicine, then the symptoms will be delayed, coupled with the appropriate antidote method, it will be I can survive." Snape said, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't go on talking about this potion, even if it is saved, some organs will decay, and it will be accompanied by pain all the year round.

This is the medicine he least wants to have an effect.

And now he could only pray that it would work, otherwise the rest would be instant death potions with no antidote.

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured the potion on the filthy crown washed by various potions.

The tiara sizzled, and Harry frowned for the first time, and he whimpered, resting his forehead with one hand.

It's a pity that the sizzling sound didn't last long. The bottle of potion corroded the surface of the oak cooking table, but it couldn't penetrate the soul fragments attached to the crown.

"I think it helped a little, but it didn't completely ruin it." Harry rubbed his forehead and said his thoughts.

Snape frowned, and he stared at it with hatred, which was shining brightly there, like a golden crown that had been washed clean of dirt.

Raising his hand to touch Harry's forehead, his jaw moved and finally he put down his hand, and took the potion from Harry's hand, opened it and stuffed it back into the boy's hand.

"Drink it, it will relieve your headache."

Harry rubbed the medicine bottle, obviously failed, his hope was even more bleak, but he couldn't help being happy.

He drank the potion to cover up the corners of his mouth that were rising more and more.

Maybe there were other possibilities, and he couldn't just give up like that.At least he still had Snape, and he wasn't going to give him up.

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One more tonight

Harry blushed: suddenly felt that Snape was a bit reliable.

Snape: Gryffindor deducted 10 points for causing trouble for the professor.

Harry (??へ??╬): Sure enough, it is still the most annoying!