The atmosphere in the Hogwarts auditorium was much more relaxed and lazy than usual due to the joy of the upcoming holidays and holidays.
In the auditorium under the floating candles, the four long academy tables were already filled with chattering students. The house elves had prepared a sumptuous meal for the day before the holidays.
In front of the Slytherin table.
"My dad was very satisfied with the new tricks I learned from Allen." Draco Malfoy said proudly. "He promised to give me a wizard computer in school. When the holidays are over, we can use it to play games."
"Although I'm not as good as you, I've also learned a few." Blaise Zubinii straightened his back proudly, using his tanned hand to pick up a silver fork and spear a piece of white fish steak. "When I was practicing in the training grounds, I was lucky enough to get some pointers from Laura's mother. But I still haven't mastered the stoneskin spell."
"I say, if you two idiots could put half your focus on practicing instead of eating … you wouldn't be unable to learn the shielding spell until now. You're following behind me. The way people look at you makes me feel like we're practicing." Draco wrinkled his nose, looking disdainfully at Crabbe and Gore who were stuffing cake into their mouths. He then looked enviously at Laura Rosier, who was handing a sugar feather pen to Emily.
Emily was sitting at the head of the Slytherin table, whispering to Pency. The plate in front of her was pushed far away. She took the sugar feather pen from Laura and took a sip. Then she waved her hand to signal Pency to continue.
Gore and Crabbe, no matter how stupid they were, understood Draco's dissatisfaction. Crabbe's thick lips trembled, not knowing how to respond.
Gore thought for a moment while Draco was looking at Emily. He looked clumsily at the teachers' table, then put down the cake in his hand and picked a topic he thought Draco would like. "Draco, I'm guessing Potter must've angered Professor Snape again. The dean is glaring at him again."
"Too bad the dean can't deduct points for no reason now." Draco raised his chin and looked at the teachers' table. "Potter must've done something stupid again. I noticed today that he made Dean Snape so angry that he was talking to the air."
Neville Longbottom also noticed Snape's terrifying glare. He took a bite of the roasted tomato and felt the professor's gaze on him. He subconsciously glanced at it and suddenly shuddered, squeezing some juice out of the roasted tomato. He carelessly wiped it with his hand and chewed with his round cheeks, swallowing the food in his mouth in two or three mouthfuls.
Neville then leaned back and tried to use Hermione's fluffy hair to cover his face. He then carefully poked his head out from the other side and found that the angle of the professor's gaze didn't change because of his movement.
"Harry, what did you do to Professor Snape? … He didn't even let you go for a meal. " Neville said in a silly voice. His fleshy finger poked Harry and reminded him very seriously, "You have to be careful. The last time I listened to Professor Lupin's words and put on my grandmother's clothes, he didn't look at me like that …"
Hermione opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, she picked up the glass of milk and took a sip. She silently wiped the corner of her mouth. She already knew the situation. Although she didn't quite agree with Allen's practice of making fun of others, she realized that Professor Snape was staring at Harry so fiercely. Most likely, he wanted to invite Harry to his house, but he couldn't bring himself to say it … And the situation of Harry and Snape staring at each other made Hermione try her best not to laugh out loud. She also more or less understood Allen's thoughts.
"Look at that expression. He must be hesitating to catch you to test the poison, Harry." Ron looked at the teachers' table and said to Harry with some horror, "No matter how you offended him, I think you'd better put some cow dung stones in your bag …"
"Harry, no wonder I didn't deduct your points these days … Maybe he's accumulating power like in a game." Freeg's head popped out from Neville's fat body.
"Principal Grindelwald of the university is here. I have to go to the principal's office …" Hermione deliberately took out her pocket watch and said in surprise. She then stood up and hesitantly comforted Harry, "Don't worry, Harry. Professors can't punish students casually now … You have to focus on the magic that Allen taught you before. You haven't successfully cast it even once … Otherwise, even if Snape can't punish you, Penello will."
Harry adjusted his glasses and watched Hermione leave. He felt that he knew why Snape hated him so much. A few days ago, he made Snape dress up like a rapper. He knew from Snape's reaction that Snape wanted revenge.
Thinking about what happened to Neville after the black magic defense class, Harry felt guilty and worried. However, he couldn't say it out loud because Allen hadn't announced his new experiment yet. He couldn't tell anyone about it.
"Harry, it's a holiday this afternoon anyway. There's no potion class today … We'll avoid him later." Ron spread a large amount of butter on his bread. "You can come with us later. Don't wait for Sirius. Mom said she told me dad would bring Sirius over from the Ministry of Magic."
"Uh … I'm really sorry, Ron … Jenny. Sirius and I won't be going over for the holidays this year." Harry said awkwardly. Seeing his girlfriend Jenny's disappointed and puzzled gaze, Harry held her hand and explained in a low voice, "Jenny, help me thank Mrs. Weasley first … But we can come out anytime during the holidays."
"Why, Harry?! There's no takeout for Christmas. Didn't you say you didn't like Mr. Skillful Hands' cooking? " Ron stopped chewing and turned his head in surprise. "Isn't it too lonely for the two of you to spend the holidays in such a big house? What a pity. Lavender will also be coming over for a short stay this year … "
"Then it's a good thing your house won't be too lonely …" Harry didn't understand what Lavender going to the new hut had to do with him. He could only explain dryly, "Because a relative came over for Christmas this year …"
Jenny rolled her eyes at Ron out of habit before asking, "Relative? Harry, is he from Blake's side …? Tonks? No, Lupin and the others will also come to the hut … "
"My aunt's family will be coming to Sirius for Christmas this year." Harry's ears turned red, but he couldn't explain the reason. He hadn't thought about how to explain this situation before.
Ron, who knew about the grudge between Harry and his uncle's family, dropped the bread in his hand, and the buttery side happened to turn and stick to the table.
Jenny was also dumbfounded. "They hate you so much. Why would they want to spend the holidays with you?"
"Yes, Jenny, this isn't right!" Ron's expression was still a little dumbfounded. "You told me a few days ago that you were happy that you didn't have to see them for the rest of your life."
But while Gryffindor was in an uproar, something even more surprising happened.
Hermione had already walked out of the auditorium. Snape flung his black bat-like cloak, stood up from the teacher's seat, and strode straight to Gryffindor's long table with his robe billowing. The people in the auditorium who noticed this stopped talking, and the noise became much quieter. But Snape, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't pay attention to this. He went straight to Harry and lowered his head to look at Harry.
The Gryffindor, who had been tortured by Snape for a long time, seemed to have lost their courage at this time. They all honestly tried to look at their plates — except for Ron, who was looking at the piece of unprocessed bread on the table.
Harry's green eyes were forced to meet Snape's gloomy and cold gaze. "Professor?"
"Potter …" Snape's dark and empty eyes swept across the young wizards who were poking their heads out to look around. "I have something to talk to you about … Go aside."
At this time, Jenny stood up and stood in front of Harry. She raised her chin and looked directly at Snape. "Professor Snape … According to the school's new rules this year, we didn't violate the school's rules. You can't punish the students at will."
With someone taking the lead, the young lions' courage returned to them. Even Neville followed suit.
Snape didn't get angry as Gryffindor thought. He just frowned and looked at the young wizards in front of him, who seemed to have a common enemy.
Snape touched the ring on his finger and was silent for a long time.
"Potter … this Christmas." It was rare for Snape to not be so sarcastic, but it made him feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and said in his unique sarcastic tone, "If you don't want to be in the same room with your Muggle relatives, come to my new home in the floating city during the holidays … Remember to bring your Potions homework. It won't be stagnant because of the holidays. It'll make it easier to check your limited —"
Snape suddenly stopped his sarcasm and smiled awkwardly at the air. This expression had never appeared on a Potions professor before, and it made the Gryffindor even more frightened.
"I'm sorry, Professor. May I ask if this is confinement?" Jenny lowered her chin and suddenly looked strangely like Fred and George.
Harry looked at the aquiline nose and long black hair illuminated from above. He suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust. "Professor, if you want to punish me because of that … I'll be punished after the holidays, but you can't punish me during the holidays. It's in the school rules."
"It's not confinement. If Miss Weasley is worried, you can bring your Potions thesis with you …" Snape paused, and his gloomy and strange voice sounded again. "You can take it as an invitation."
Snape's appearance made Neville's hair stand on end. He began to grab Snape's arm in horror. Simmo also came over and whispered in a thick dialect that everyone could hear clearly. He believed that Snape had been hit by the Soulseizing Curse.
Ron's eyes and mouth opened even wider. He unconsciously raised his hand to grab his red hair. There were too many ridiculous things today. Harry had invited that annoying Muggle uncle and his family to celebrate the holidays in the magic world, and Snape had invited Harry to his home for … the holidays?
This was even more wrong!
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