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"Since you've prepared for the worst, you shouldn't have come to me in the first place." Snape turned around and walked towards his private research room after saying this, leaving Harry with a cold back, black The door closed automatically and there was a sound of the latch popping and locking.

So Snape was angry?

Harry felt a little baffled, why Snape suddenly became angry when the discussion was clearly about his own life and death?But——Harry's mood suddenly felt a little sad, and he thought of Prince.

In the living room where he was alone, the originally narrow space seemed extraordinarily empty at this time because of the pitiful lack of furniture, just like his state of mind, it seemed so empty that there was no limit.

He has never felt that missing is such a tormenting emotion, like a vine that grows aimlessly, inadvertently encroaching on his internal organs, making his every breath entangled in the air, so similar that he can't help it The breath of longing.

But he knew Snape wasn't him.

He is very clear, like the clear moonlight illuminating the earth.

"...just find that thing," Harry muttered under his breath.But now was not the time, he had to find an excuse to visit Snape's bedroom.

The next day, Harry, who was biting a quill and doing his homework, was stopped by Snape who came out of the potion making room, and was about to go to the next place where he had a clue.

Harry felt remorseful. If he had known that Snape had spent the night in the potion making room, he should have gone to his bedroom to have a look. Such an opportunity was rare!

"Potter, you seem to be planning a bad idea. Could it be that you have finally figured out that you are going to quit and die generously, exchanging your life for your life? After all, you have wiped out a few percent of the Dark Lord." Snape sneered. road.

"Of course not!" Harry stuffed his homework into his schoolbag and stood up, "I'm just surprised, how did you find another soul fragment so quickly? Could it be that the Dark Lord is obsessed with slicing himself ? Leaving fragments of his soul around like a memento?” Harry rants, rolling his eyes at the thought of the piece on his forehead.

"The Dark Lord regarded his soul fragments as an honor and entrusted his loyal subordinates to keep them for him. That's how Malfoy got the diary back then. I don't know why he would throw it to Ginny Weasley at will— —Maybe he wants to get rid of the past, and by the way, trip up the Weasley family who offended him. This probably does have a small effect." Snape used his usual mocking tone, and this time he took Big Marl by the way. Fu also sneered.

Harry always felt that there was still a sarcasm towards the Dark Lord in this passage, but he was comfortable listening to it—as long as Snape didn't taunt him, he actually thought that the old bastard was quite pleasing to the eye, and their cohabitation life was not good either. So hard.

"Being able to pass it on as a reward must have cut his soul more than once! Is this cutting a cake?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

"I did a little research, and besides Big Malfoy, there are two other people who have been bestowed with such an honor." Snape took Harry's hand, and looked impatiently at his hand that was still on the schoolbag, "We Not camping! Potter, you don't need to bring your luggage."

In fact, for Snape, he didn't even want to take Harry with him, but he had to carry the detector of the Dark Lord's soul shard, which made his brows gather a resentment, and the aggressive approacher was not good .

Harry was apparated by Snape the moment he dropped the schoolbag in his hand.

They came to a gloomy and hidden cave.

"Aren't we going to be found here?" Harry looked at Snape beside him.

"That man has been missing for many years," said Snape, looking around warily. "This honor is not the same as that of Malfoy and the other. The Dark Lord arranged this place himself. He asked the man to take His treasures come here to be stored."

"Have you been here before?" Harry asked again.

Snape glared at Harry, who was showing a silly expression again, "What made you think that finding out information is a very easy thing?" His words were soft and soft, like a breeze blowing into Harry's lungs, He was stabbed with internal wounds all over his body.

"I always thought you were omnipotent." Harry mumbled his lips, "I thought you'd even figured out the way."

Snape now very much doubted whether he had made the right decision to bring the little fool here.

"So you thought you were here for sightseeing?" Snape felt a sudden pain in his temple.

"No, since you've already said that," Harry looked at Snape in amazement, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a bright smile, "Don't worry, Professor, I've learned the lesson from yesterday. I'll try not to To hold you back."

Snape sneered, took out a vial of dragon's blood from his pocket and smeared it on the closed stone door in front of him.Soon, the dragon's blood seeped into the stone slab, and the stone slab door slowly opened, the cold and damp smell of moss came from inside, and there was also a disgusting rotten smell.

"What's that smell?" Harry frowned.

Snape's lips moved, he remained silent, suddenly a bad premonition came to his mind, he frowned tightly, and made this little bastard looking around follow behind him.

"Follow up."

"Wait for me for a minute!" Harry was standing in front of a dead bush and broke off a branch. His wandless spell was not very good, but he brought a Muggle lighter and a piece of scrap paper, and he was careless. Hugging the draft paper to the top of the branch and lighting it with a lighter, he trotted along with the crude torch and hurriedly followed.

Snape waited impatiently for this young boy who was still a bit mature, and then the two entered the cave together, and just after they both entered, the cave's door quickly fell to the ground.

None of them looked back.

Harry looked up in amazement at the dense swarm of vampire bats at the top of the cave.

"I remember that vampire bats are afraid of fire." Harry calmed himself down, he raised the torch in his hand, stood in front of Snape, and tilted his torch towards Snape's side.

This meager orange-red light only dimmed the faces of the two of them, and it was still pitch black farther away.

"And Inferi," Snape answered.

He raised the wand in his hand, the tip of the wand glowed to expand the visible range, and he dragged Harry forward without looking back, "Bats are nocturnal, and now they are all sleeping— —Potter, I really doubt that you've lost all your knowledge on the OWL exams — just forget about them?" He gave Harry a wry look, still familiar sarcasm.

"I thought—" Harry snapped, licking his lips and tightening his grip on the torch in his hand.

"Not everything is resolved by force." Snape said, "You don't have that power either. So Potter, once again self-righteous and impulsive, which makes me have to doubt again what brought you here Correctness."

Harry was so lost that he took a step slower, he looked at the back of Snape who was a step away, he was so reliable in the dark cave, and Harry once again clearly realized his own shortcomings, As a result, the distance between him and Snape was far enough to accommodate two English Channels.

Harry exhaled soundlessly, Snape was indeed right, his recklessness and impulsiveness had hurt Sirius.But he is already changing it, and he is still satisfied.

Only the old bastard didn't like him!

He was not a genius like Snape, and he had little actual combat experience.Harry stared at the back of the old bastard in dissatisfaction, at least he was already working hard to learn and use it, not everyone would learn wandless magic at the age of 15 like Snape, even Hermione wasn't that genius!

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Harry: I also want to improve fast, maybe I should consider intelligence potions?

Professor: ...potions can't save you.

Harry: Then I'll go to Hermione and ask about after-school readings?

Professor (sneering): Potter, if you need tutoring, I can give you a good lesson

Harry smiles (free tutoring get)