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The next day, Harry woke up and sat there in a daze for a long time, staring aimlessly at the Response Room where he was alone.The flame in the fireplace also seemed to be dimmed, but it still faithfully radiated light and heat.Maybe its dimness is just his psychological effect.

He got out of bed, picked up the neatly arranged clothes on the bed and changed, until he tied his own bow tie, his hands were trembling, but he still tied himself a decent bow tie, just like those times before.

He'll be fine with where he's at -- every day he's been 86 days ago.

He opened the door and went to the auditorium with an expressionless expression.

He should never come to this room again.

The day's course is over.

Harry stood at the door of the Potions Office, hesitating for a moment or knocking on the door.He didn't have the password, and the snake-shaped doorknob was watching him as if waiting for him to speak snake language.

Thinking of Parseltongue, he couldn't help but tremble, as if all the invisible fears were locked in the hissing sound of that section, making his back tense involuntarily.

It didn't take long for the door to open, and Snape appeared in front of him with a gloomy face, but after a blink of an eye, his disturbed anger subsided, and his face was still expressionless.

Maybe he used Occlumency, Harry thought.

"Potter, I guess you need a guiding spell. It's not that the school infirmary doesn't provide potions to cure broken love." Snape said coldly.But he stepped back to make way.

"Professor, I don't think I should take medicine indiscriminately from now on." Harry walked in the door. Although the lights in Snape's office were still dim and eerie, the room was still much warmer than the corridor.

The cellar corridor in early spring was so cold that I missed the jacket I put away.

Prince was right, he should have a little bit of wizard self-awareness - time to learn to cast a Warming Charm on himself.

"I didn't go to the wrong place—I came for Occlumency classes," Harry explained, pausing, "Although we all know that Occlumency classes are no longer necessary. scar, I'm sure it will take quite a while to deal with it, so please Professor." He turned to look at Snape.

Suddenly he realized that he was looking for Prince's resemblance in Snape's indifferent face - he must have been dizzy from the heat of the fireplace!

"Potter, I'm not your nanny, I'm under no obligation to do this." Snape narrowed his eyes, "Gryffindor button..."

Before he could say the number of points deducted, Harry interrupted, "No, you have. You are my professor, aren't you? A professor has an obligation to help students, and this incident has threatened my life, There's another one. Or do you want me to go to Remus and tell him the 86 days in detail, he will definitely call Sirius, and I'm sure the whole story will drive them crazy." Harry The corners of his lips curled up, "Am I right, Professor?"

"Are you forcing me?" Snape remained unmoved.

It seemed that Occlumency was working well, Harry pursed his lips, he shrugged, "I just made the most correct choice for this matter, whether Remus or Dumbledore will make this matter Things got really tricky."

"And they'll know about him or her." Harry put his hand on his belly. "Sirius won't let me keep him or her."

"It seems that you have no choice, so I have become a shelter for trouble." Snape walked towards his desk. "Your thinking logic is really crude. I'm afraid this choice is no better than those few."

Harry followed, and then he saw the milky white liquid being handed to him, still steaming, with a familiar smell - he had drank it this morning.

"What is this?" he asked in surprise.

"Your drink, brat." Snape shoved the milk roughly into Harry's hand, walked behind the desk and sat back in his chair.

He picked up the half-read homework and continued to review it.

Harry also fell silent. He pulled out his chair, put down his schoolbag and sat down, stroking the cup of hot milk in his hand.

"He, I mean Prince, did he leave a message or something?" Harry asked, and after thinking about it, he still called the young Snape Prince, so that he could refer to the young Snape. The two are very separated.

"No." Snape's words were concise and decisive, revealing the indifference of being thousands of miles away.

Harry raised his neck and tried to look at the homework sheet, only to find that Snape had smoothly drawn a T on it.That shouldn't be their homework from last week. According to the time, Snape must have finished grading their homework.

Although I sympathize with the owner of the homework, it is obvious that what he asked is the most important thing.

"At least there should be a doll rabbit on a broomstick." Harry stared suspiciously at Snape.

"Potter, do you think I would hide the doll in your mouth just to see you buzzing in my ears like a fly, such a childish thing?" Snape said from his graded homework. He looked up and laughed at Harry's innocent way of thinking.

"Okay." Harry lowered his head, and he put the glass of milk on the table.It was true that Snape would not do the childish thing of hiding dolls, and Prince would not leave the things he gave him to Snape for safekeeping.

"Now you should continue your transcription, with a little reminder that your confinement will not end until your confinement is complete," Snape said, and found something for Harry to do.

Harry stared in disbelief at Snape, who was looking back at the homework paper in his hand, what did he just say - let him continue copying the potions textbook!oh!He believed that when he finished copying the potions textbook, maybe the English dictionary he had seen before would be waiting for him.

Sooner or later, he will let the old bat enjoy the sore arm that he can't even lift it up, as if he is not a part of himself!Just wait and see!

Putting the last corrected homework on the top of the homework pile, Snape had time to look at Harry - the little bastard was writing fast and continuing his copying, and the parchment he had finished The numbers reflected that the work did a good job of draining his energy.

Less random thinking, I hope the excerpt can add something useful to his brain full of waste.

Harry put the completed parchment together with the previously copied ones, shook his sore hands, and raised his neck to make a gurgling sound.His eyes met Snape's.

This old bastard didn't call him after finishing his homework!

"You should have called me," Harry grumbled, so he could finish this damn copying job early!

"You think I'll help you to be lazy? If you want to be pampered, you can leave the cellar. The people upstairs will spoil you as a mascot for people to look up to." Snape sarcastically, he got up and left the desk later to Harry's face.

"Now the time for the resolution you have requested and have been waiting for begins."

"I don't want to recall the dream again." Harry rolled his eyes unbearably, and he would really vomit if he recalled it again.

"Unless you have a new idea, Potter, all we have now is your dream." Snape denied Harry's wish with one sentence.

Harry's shoulders dropped, his mouth moved, then pursed.

Suddenly he remembered what he discovered before, so many things happened that he almost forgot.

"I had a dream before Christmas, do you remember? About me seeing Arthur being attacked at the Ministry of Magic." Harry paused, and he got a continuing look from Snape, "That perspective It's not normal, now I think it's the snake - the one that hit Arthur, and I'm looking at the world through its eyes, so the low perspective is because the snake is lying on the ground."

"Nagini, the Dark Lord's pet. Snakes don't see with their eyes. Eyes are purely decorative. Looks like we've found a similarity between you," Snape sneered, adding after Harry glared at him. He said, "This discovery is indeed novel." He pondered for a while, then fixed his eyes on the scar on Harry's forehead.

"The carrier of the soul fragment doesn't have to be a human being, it can be an animal or an inanimate object," Snape said.

"Diary!" Harry yelled suddenly. "The diary that released the basilisk in the second year! It's the Dark Lord as a boy!"

"Potter, what else did you not tell me! You should know that you should tell the truth when you ask for help from others. Once there is a problem of trust, I have to suspend our cooperation." Snape narrowed his eyes.

"I just connected them just now." Harry spoke vigorously, "Merlin! Is Voldemort throwing his soul around as a souvenir?"

"Don't call that name! He's cast a spell on the name! He'll know where you are so he can find you." Snape grabbed Harry by the collar, his indifference ignited by anger, but his The voice was still soft and whispered into Harry's ears, and Harry almost wanted to groan if he wasn't really angry.

He actually damn thinks the old bat is sexy!

Harry beat himself in the head, it must have been just a moment of confusion!

"I see, Professor." Harry choked out, "Can you let me go?" He was obediently like a piece of processed fresh meat that was hung up to be dried into bacon.

Snape let go of him, giving him a disgusted look.

"Then now we know that the Dark Lord has many soul shards." Harry broke the silent and strange atmosphere between them.

"We can start with these soul fragments, and if we can destroy them, we can destroy the one on your forehead," Snape said.

"I know how to destroy it. The diary was destroyed by Godric's sword, which was tainted with the basilisk's venom," said Harry. "So we can take Godric's sword and stab me again. . . Can some magical potion or spell protect me from being stabbed to death?" Harry said as he realized that his method was really good, that is, he had to die.

"Magic is not omnipotent. Your free-spirited head can't stop all kinds of death thoughts." Snape snorted.

Then Harry was forced to tell the ins and outs of the battle against the Basilisk in the second year, and Snape kicked him out of the cellar after talking dry.

The old bat is still reliable.Harry walked up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower, and he was given a glass of milk.

Maybe, maybe after the baby was born he could convince Snape to be the baby's godfather?

Forget it, Snape will kill him!

Harry pushed open the bedroom door.

"Harry, why are you back when you're free?" Ron was the first to rush over.Neville followed, and soon Harry was surrounded.

"Why can't I come back? This is because my dormitory hasn't changed, right? My bed is still there!" Harry was surprised, and he pushed a crack with his hand, "Excuse me, I just escaped from the old bat's horrible cram school , I'm trapped to death!" He exaggerated, as if he could cover up the loneliness on his face.

Now he has to get used to the five-person dormitory and sleeping alone again.

The author has something to say:

Harry touched his stomach with a shy face: I want you to be the godfather of the child

Snape was expressionless: Ten thousand points deducted from Gryffindor!