[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Harry sat on the bed with his knees hugged in despair, staring unconsciously at the darkness in front of him.

Ron, Neville, and Seamus were all asleep, breathing evenly behind their respective bed curtains.

He didn't tell anyone what happened in the cellar, and when he hurried back to the common room, he just lowered his head and said nonsense to Ron and Hermione, who saw his expression was wrong and wanted to come over to ask questions, "I'm sleepy, go up sleep", then ran back to the dormitory quickly, closed the bed curtain tightly, and shut himself inside.

"Shhhhhh!"

George and Fred's fireworks are very resistant to fire, and they are still persistently spelling out a lot of non-repetitive swear words. From time to time, a firework stick will fly into the sky, exploding a big "呀", reflecting The dormitory is bright.

Today seems to be a carnival day for all the teachers and students in the school, and he should have enjoyed it too, if not——

Harry's heart throbbed painfully again.

Why did fate play tricks on him like this?

The man he fell in love with for the first time killed his parents.

Merlin seemed to have played a huge joke on him.

Harry bit the back of his hand tightly to prevent himself from crying uncontrollably.The back of his hand was already bloody and bloody, but it still couldn't cover the overwhelming pain and sadness in his heart.

Harry and Snape were back against each other, and their relationship was colder than ever.

In the past, Snape always liked to find fault with Harry at every turn, finding fault with him when there was nothing to do, and deliberately deducting his points.Now that he didn't do that anymore, he started ignoring Harry completely, and he didn't seem to see Harry at all in those empty, uncaring black eyes.

Harry stopped peeking at him, too.In Potions class, he silently lowered his head and prepared his own potion. After Snape finished his homework, he stood silently on the podium. There seemed to be an invisible iceberg between them.

After class, Harry picked up his homework and put it on the podium like everyone else, then turned back to his seat to pack his schoolbag without any hesitation.

Without the interference of Snape and those messy thoughts in his mind, his potion survived pretty well. Although it wasn't as clear as the sky blue in the book, it was still a crystal-clear light blue color. Green, it looks pretty.

When he walked to the door of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, Harry glanced back. Snape had already left, taking everyone's homework with him, except his——

The glass narrow-necked bottle containing the light green medicine was left alone on the podium, and a ray of sunlight shone through the undrawn curtains and reflected on it.The diamond-like light flickered slightly, but it wasn't dazzling, but Harry felt that his eyes were blurred by the shaking.

"Harry?" Both Ron and Hermione looked at him worriedly.

They had discovered something was wrong with him recently, but Harry didn't want to speak up, so they had no choice but to accompany him silently, communicating with each other with worried eyes from time to time.

"fine……"

Harry withdrew his gaze from the bottle, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that his voice was a little hoarse. He hurriedly adjusted his breathing, and forced a nonchalant smile, "It's okay... let's go."

Snape didn't show up for Potions class on Thursday afternoon.

When they entered the dungeon as usual, Snape was not there, and the person waiting in the classroom was Professor McGonagall.

After everyone arrived, she announced that Professor Snape was going out temporarily, and the two sessions would be replaced by Transfiguration.Everyone else was fine, but Harry's heart tightened all of a sudden.

"Professor McGonagall!"

When she had shown everyone perfectly how to turn a glass into a turtle, waving her wand and telling them to practice freely, Harry raised his hand and called out to her.

Everyone else was practicing noisily, Professor McGonagall turned to look at him and walked over.

"What's the matter, Mr. Potter?"

"I..." Harry pursed his lips, but still asked in a low voice, "S... Where is Professor Snape? Where did he go?"

Professor McGonagall looked around, but no one paid attention, only Ron and Hermione looked up quietly.

"As I said, Mr. Potter," she looked down at him from above her glasses, "Professor Snape has a temporary business, and he went to Diagon Alley to purchase potion materials."

Harry didn't believe it at all, "Is he - is he going - is he black..." He blurted for a moment, staring at Professor McGonagall eagerly, "... summoned him?"

Professor McGonagall frowned into a tight "Chuan", and she said seriously: "Don't let me explain to you a third time, Mr. Potter, Professor Snape went to Diagon Alley. You should Worrying about your turtle—”

She tapped Harry's table with her wand, and the turtle he created still had a transparent glass shell, and was crawling tremblingly towards the outside of the table.

Just as Harry looked down, the turtle turned over and fell to the ground with a "smack", breaking into several pieces.

"Looks like you need a new cup."

Professor McGonagall summoned a new cup with the flying spell and put it on Harry's desk, ignored him, and turned to point out other students.

Snape still didn't show up at dinner, and Harry stared at the delicious steak and kidney pie, losing his appetite.

After a few hasty bites, Harry returned to the dormitory and collapsed on the bed weakly.

Ron and the others had gotten used to Harry's recent state, and had tried to persuade him worriedly, but they didn't even know what he was sad about, so no matter how much they tried to persuade him, it was futile.Simply seeing that he has no other problems other than sleeping in the dormitory, let him go.

Why worry about the man who killed his parents... Wouldn't it be better for him to be discovered by Voldemort?

But he also risked his life to protect you for so many years...

It was he who told Voldemort that prophecy... He hated my father!

He didn't know it at the time... Besides, he regretted it so much later...

He simply used me as a substitute... trying to find the shadow of his mother in it!

But he also genuinely cared for you... Think about that bowl of Mortella's tentacles juice...

Say no more!

It was as if two little people were arguing in Harry's mind, neither of them could convince the other, and the quarrel made him a mess.

Panting quickly, he wiped away the tears that fell on his face at some point, pulled out the invisibility cloak from under the bed with trembling fingers, put it on his body, avoided everyone's sight, and walked towards the cellar.

Snape's office door was locked tightly, and the corridor was empty.

Harry bit his lip under the cloak and looked at the door, as if he could still see him hugging Snape tightly in that room, and Snape brought him a bowl of medicine with a cold face. juice……

Don't die... don't die... I... don't want you to die at all...

Be sure... come back safely...

Harry leaned against the wall opposite the office and slowly crouched down.

At this moment, he wept silently and prayed to Merlin, sincerely praying for Snape's safe return, for which he was willing to pay any price.