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Malfoy appeared outside the Gryffindor dormitory for several days in a row, and it was still early in the morning.The news was like a stone thrown into the calm Hogwarts waters - but it didn't bring much of a splash.Because no one knew what he was here for, and it seemed that he himself didn't quite understand it, so he just stood there with his chin raised and his neck stuck, as usual.

He was the first person every Gryffindor met after leaving the dormitory, so the house began to circulate whether he had a crush on a certain girl-however, no one had actually seen it with their own eyes.

So on Friday, rumors of Malfoy being cursed by his trio of nemesis had spread from Gryffindor Tower to the Vault.Everyone took this incident as a joke after dinner. Anyway, Malfoy's status in Slytherin is no longer what it used to be. It's not a big deal for him to be pranked. pressed.

"I didn't expect this medicine to be so effective." Harry told Snape, who was sitting behind his desk correcting homework, anecdotes about the recent days. He was beaming with joy, and finally smashed his tongue, as if he couldn't imagine the magic of that bottle of potion. .He looked at Snape, sized him up several times, his gaze was like testing a spell, intending to see through this old bastard who had been indifferent and cold until now.

"Have you finished your homework?" Snape raised his head and glanced at the noisy little bastard. He reached out and put the homework marked T on the pile of parchment that had been corrected. The movement was so graceful that it caught Harry's eye.

He couldn't be so ignorant, Harry thought grimly.

"No." He shook his head, puffed up his face and tilted his face, "Can't I come to you until I finish my homework?"

Snape snorted coldly, ending this boring topic abruptly.

Look at Potter's virtues, he doesn't even remember to finish his homework, and leaves his studies behind, such a lack of progress.Snape wondered whether he was so lame that he saw something shining about this little bastard whose skin was thicker than a troll, or whether he was a student who was so innocent that Potter could easily coax him into it.

"I was thinking," Harry watched as Snape continued to correct his homework in an orderly manner. After a minute or two of silence, he spoke again, "Now that Malfoy doesn't have time to fix the disappearing cabinet, should we Move it somewhere?"

The pen in Snape's hand paused, and he quickly connected the broken handwriting that had begun to smudge. After quickly correcting this, he put it aside and looked at this boy who always came up with strange ideas.

"You want to fail Malfoy's mission."

"Of course, it's better if he can't finish it." Harry nodded, and then he gradually felt something wrong with Snape's attitude on this matter when he looked at Snape.

"No way, do you want Malfoy to fix the disappearing cabinet, you don't know what that thing does, and there is a paired disappearing cabinet outside..." Harry shouted, he even used The hand gestured exaggeratedly, trying to tell Snape how serious the matter was.

But—suddenly he fell silent.

"Surely you know, don't you?—did Dumbledore know about it too?" Harry asked dully, and his voice sounded aggressive in the last sentence.

"The headmaster must have his considerations." Snape nodded.

Everything is clear.

"So you just want to prevent the Death Eaters from changing their strategy - anyway, without Malfoy, the disappearing cabinet will not work, and they will definitely do other things. So you just follow the plan?" Harry looked at Snape, This is their attitude.

"It's too dangerous—this is Hogwarts! In case the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not set up properly, or if there are too many Death Eaters, they are not good people!" Harry couldn't believe that Dumbledore would agree to let Death Eaters enter the campus.

"There are students from all over the UK here."

"He knows all about it." Snape stood up, and the receding chair let out a shriek, piercing like a rest.

Harry seemed to feel Snape's anger, he stared at Snape intently, watching him approaching him like a slow wave, just approaching could burn his skin, making him Feel the anger.

"But who can persuade our great principal?" Those eyes were like a vortex submerged in the bottom of the sea, quiet and dark.

Harry frowned, thinking quickly.

"I don't think Dumbledore is necessarily right, although he is indeed right. But at least now we know more information-by the way, those soul fragments, have you figured out what they are?" He looked forward to looked at Snape.

For a moment his body was as rigid as an iron shell, and Snape looked into those eyes that were shining like the Milky Way into his eyes.

"You don't want to know." He nodded with difficulty. "I found the book."

Then he shut up.

"And then? What kind of magic is that?" Harry asked afterward, as if he didn't understand Snape's refusal to answer.

"Nature is a vicious black magic, extremely evil." Snape said, frowning and glaring at the boy who was used to inquiring. "Those containers that hold soul fragments are called Horcruxes. It is said that they want to achieve immortality by splitting their souls, but no one has succeeded so far. Obviously - this is the purpose of the Dark Lord, he wants to fly away from death." He still explained part of it superficially.

"And the necessary condition for making a Horcrux is to kill people to sacrifice. It is recorded in books that seven is a magical number, and any number exceeding it will lose the necessary magic power. So with Nagini, it should be all souls. device."

"Isn't there another one besides me?" Harry counted and found that the number was wrong.

"In Dumbledore's hands," Snape said.

"Well, then the Vanishing Cabinet plus these Horcruxes - as long as Nagini is killed, it should be fine." Harry said to himself, "If Dumbledore wishes to take advantage of this operation of the Death Eaters , then we can too. This way we can do it once and for all.”

"No!" Snape uttered this refusal coldly, and he looked at this innocent boy with his arms folded and a refusal attitude thousands of miles away.

"The book only records how to make a Horcrux, but does not give a solution."

"Toxic or dark magic, we already know." Harry yelled, staring at Snape who was still indifferent as if he didn't hear his rebuttal.

"Severus, you can't pass up such a good opportunity just because I'm alone."

"The opportunity is always there, and maybe with a little more time we can find a way," said Snape, looking at the stubborn and fearless boy who had no idea what he was talking about.

"You will die." His voice was so difficult that it was as if he was shackled by chains around his neck.

"I know, it's also said in the prophecy, maybe this is my destiny." Harry nodded, as if he had accepted the so-called established destiny.

"You can go." Snape pointed to the door.

"Severus!" Harry looked at Snape in disbelief.

"You can't help but face the fact that this may be the best..."

"Get lost!" Snape interrupted Harry's gibberish, his voice calm and controlled.

Naturally, Harry wouldn't just be kicked out like this, he stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand and held Snape's face firmly - and the old bastard wanted to turn his head away, Harry forced him to look at it he.

"Look at me, look at me, Severus!" he said loudly, "I don't want to leave you either."

"But the horror the Dark Lord has wrought for so many years, how many families he has torn apart, how much parting pain he has created hurts and destroys. If it's the only way, then I'll just do it."

Those emerald green eyes gleamed with firm conviction, just like the eyes of every warrior who fought against the Death Eaters were filled with color.

"No." But Snape remained unmoved, "I refuse."

Annoyed, Harry stood on tiptoe and forced Snape to bend down to bite that hateful thin lip that always contradicted him.

At this moment, flames burst out of the fireplace, and Dumbledore walked out of the fireplace.

"Oh, I didn't bother you." He looked at the two hugging in front of him in surprise.

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Haha I didn't expect it to be this way.

With a throbbing heart, Dumbledore took out a lemon Xuebao and bit on it to suppress his shock: Teacher-student relationship is not acceptable.

Harry: I'm graduating in two years!

Dumbledore glanced at Harry: You are still young.

He turned to Snape: I never knew you wanted to go to Azkaban, did any novel potion ingredients come out there?