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For two days in a row, Harry was in a trance, as if he had stayed up late.

Ron even called his friend's name a few times, and shook his hand in front of his glasses, but couldn't divert his attention. Finally, he patted Harry heavily on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Harry was so startled that he immediately came back to his senses, and there was light in his eyes.

"What have you been up to lately? Could it be you and your girlfriend?" Ron muttered, suddenly he realized something, his mouth started to hey, his face was rippling, and he stretched out his thumbs to touch , making a wretched "what" sound from his mouth.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, blushing, "I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Yes, I understand, you don't have a girlfriend." Ron nodded along with Harry's words, "You just have a secret friend. Don't keep denying it, you can't stay alone until the lights go out and come back!"

"I, I'm really alone." Harry said out of breath, his pout and shoulders drooping weakly, like a frost-frozen branch outside the window.

"Are you broken in love?" Ron stopped Harry's shoulder, "Now I can understand your walking dead state like being sucked into your soul all day, brother." Big question of the day, Ron Detective Wesletto choked.

"But no matter what, cheer up, the next class is going to face the greasy old bat. That ten thousand-year-old bachelor can't stand lovers dangling in front of him. Don't show him that he is broken in love, otherwise he will definitely Laughing at you." Ron said firmly, and nodded at his own guess, he firmly believed that the old bat who hates bitterness would look down on others, and Harry's unhappy life would definitely make him very happy and become another Come out the entertainment program that the old bat loves.

"I will." Harry lifted his spirits, and he smiled, although it was a bit forced, but he could still see that he was a little bit more energetic than before.

Snape strode in from outside the classroom, and the next moment the door and window slammed shut simultaneously.All the students were silent, Neville hunched his shoulders like a timid curlweed, and Hermione beside him patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

And Ron in the penultimate row wanted to shake Harry awake, but under Snape's coercion, he didn't dare to move so obviously that Snape could see him, and at most he pointed his arm with his finger—this was obviously Unable to bring his friend back to his senses.

Merlin's stinky socks!Brother, why are you in a trance again now?What the hell did you do last night?

Harry's eyes were blank, his head dropped slightly.Regarding Snape asking them to open the textbooks in front of the blackboard, the chalk was automatically written on the blackboard, and he began to ask questions-all of this, Harry seemed to be in two worlds with these students in class, he was in a daze, obsessed with what he read last night in the text in that book.

He would be happy even without Prince.

No, he is not happy.He wants to see Prince.Prince...

"Potter, if you soak fresh limonium in the stomach juice of a hippopotamus, what will you get?" Snape's voice was like a Tomahawk missile piercing the night, about to fall into Harry's mind and explode.

However, Harry, who was in a daze, didn't seem to notice—Ron hurriedly pulled his friend away——Harry stood up, his eyes were as green as the only fresh green in winter, and he stared blankly at Snape, there was no emotion in it.

Snape only thought it was weird, but he didn't care too much, "An empty head and an empty reputation really deserve it," he mocked maliciously, "5 points deducted from Gryffindor, sit down."

Harry was pulled to sit down by Ron, and Ron wiped the sweat from his brow--Harry's lovelorn was too--too serious!And Qiu Zhang are not so in a trance that the old bat can turn a blind eye.

Perhaps, he is the only one left to make the potion this time, and I hope he can complete it.Ron prayed in his heart.

Afterwards Snape asked a few more questions. Anyway, as long as it was Gryffindor, points would be deducted, while Slytherin would gain points.Malfoy's jaw almost hit the ceiling!

Hermione almost broke the quill in her hand when she saw his arrogant and cocky tail, obviously her hand was raised high and she knew all those questions, why—why couldn't she give it to her? What about college points?

Hermione, a good student, fell into the self-loathing of not being able to answer questions and not being able to add points to her dear college, and her spirit was sluggish.

On the other hand, Harry, who is a row away from him, who hangs his head and thinks hard, has a special brother and sister love.

Afterwards, it was the stage of potion making. Ron took the materials and began to process them in a hurry according to the method in the textbook.

Harry looked up suddenly, as if an old computer had been charged and switched on.

"Dude, you finally woke up!" Ron almost gave him a hug, don't let him finish making this potion by himself!It's been a lot of work!

"Yeah." Harry just nodded, he opened the textbook mechanically, grabbed a fresh limonium and soaked it in the stomach juice of the hippopotamus without cutting the roots.

Ron didn't care about the mistakes, anyway, he was already happy to be full of flowers with someone helping him, and he was short of blowing a kiss to his girlfriend Lavender who frequently looked back at the front row and wanted to change.

After processing the materials, Ron looked down at the textbook again. He weighed 3.14 ounces of stone yellow that had been ground into powder and put it in. The gastric juice of the hippopotamus will have a violent reaction with the stone yellow.” Plasma supplementation is the liquid of the limonium that has melted at the bottom of the gastric juice, and it is obtained after the gastric juice is poured out and impurities are filtered.

But Harry poured it all in at once.

Ron gasped.

A pile of egg-yellow bubbles quickly appeared from the crucible, and the stinky sulfur smell came out as it opened continuously. Soon the bubbles and the liquid flowed out of the crucible, causing the low flames of the pot to rise.

Ron was so frightened that he immediately pulled his friend back.However, his friend, who was now confused again, stood in front of the crucible as if poured into lead water, and lowered his head as if he was about to fall into the crucible.

At this moment, Snape, who smelled the smell of sulfur, rushed over. He grabbed Harry by the back of the collar, pulled his head back, pointed his wand at the cauldron, and cleaned it up.

"Potter." Snape let go of Harry's collar, and was about to yell, but found that the little bastard closed his eyes and collapsed as if fainted by the smell of sulfur.

He reached out again - a damned reflex - and caught Harry.

"10 points deducted from Gryffindor." Snape's face was ashen, and his expression was very bad, as if the Harry he was hugging was a time bomb, but he couldn't let go—— It exploded.

"I'll send him to the school infirmary, all of you continue to make potions - keep an eye on your textbooks and the blackboard writing on the blackboard, copy the book three times if you don't know the words, if you need a special memory method, I don't mind letting you try .”

After these words, everyone buried their heads in the book, almost memorizing all the words of this lesson in their minds!

Snape's cheeks were tense, and he quickly walked out holding the unconscious Harry.

But instead of going to the school infirmary, he took him back to the office.

"What's the matter with him?" Snape, who heard the door opening, passed through the study door, but stared at Harry in Snape's arms.

"Almost exploded the cauldron." Snape snorted coldly.Although they were not supposed to meet, Potter's trance was supposed to be related to the ghost himself.

"You haven't seen each other these days?" Snape asked.

"He doesn't want to see me." Snape made a blank face.Facing the older man with a tense expression—why would he ask this question?

"Then why did he come into contact with black magic?" Snape asked again, "Didn't you notice the strong aura of the Advanced Bewitching Curse on him? Most of his energy has been consumed." He could tell at a glance, But—what did Potter's day-to-day have to do with him?

"What!" Snape stared at Harry in astonishment, and the next moment he noticed the strangeness of his breath.

Snape turned and walked out of the office when he saw that someone was taking care of Harry, and there was an unsettling room of Twolegs waiting for him all day long for fun.

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