Harry was tied to the chair by the Binding Spell, and his wand was taken away.
He could only watch as Snape sneered and played with the medicine bottle in his hand.
Then, he slowly poured the pills on the floor.
He crushed them with his feet.
"Phantom — Transfiguration?" Snape sat opposite him and casually played with Harry's wand.
At the same time, he observed the child's slightly nervous expression with interest.
"I think,
As a good guest,
Mr. Potter can give a reasonable explanation. A — satisfactory explanation? "
Harry struggled slightly.
His wrists, which were tied together, suddenly felt the pain of needles.
He had to answer honestly, "Professor, I had a nightmare.
So, I wanted to go out for a walk and calm down … "80% of the content was true, and 100% was off-topic with Snape's question.
So, Snape did not give any reaction. He just stared coldly at the boy who was slowly calming down in front of him.
The silence was like a tight string between the two of them, and darkness was pressing on the string.
It was ready to play a dangerous note at any time.
When Harry was on the verge of being distracted, Snape threw out the second question of the night.
"You, who are you?"
It's coming.
The big move is coming. Harry took a deep breath and looked up at Snape.
He said softly, "I withdrew from the last war of time.
I witnessed the birth of the universe.
I'm also used to seeing time run out.
One moment after another, until there was nothing left, no time, no space, only me. I once walked in that kind of universe and watched all the people and things I cherished come to an end. I'm a Time Lord from Curry Planet. Everyone calls me Dr. Hu. "
Snape's expression changed again and again, from confusion to shock, and then to anger. Harry quickly stopped him before he flew into a rage, and shouted, "Professor! e
On, of course I'm Harry Potter. Who else can I be?! "
"Then prove that you are!" Snape roared.
Harry was not to be outdone. "Potter's old house! I can go in, can't I? Only recognized people can go through that door — after Jaime and Lily are dead! "
There was a moment of silence. It was as if the string had finally snapped.
Seeing the man opposite him subconsciously take a step back, Harry opened his mouth and finally whispered, "Sorry."
Snape seemed to want to put on a sneer, but failed. So, he could only ask in dismay, "For?"
what？”
"… for
everything。”
After a moment of silence, Snape waved his hand and untied Harry's Binding Spell.
Harry stood up while rubbing the skin on his wrist. He hesitantly approached Snape. Seeing that Snape did not back off in disgust, he looked down at the floor and said, "Professor, you know that you are the person I respect and trust the most."
Snape did not speak, nor did he respond. Harry bit his lower lip, stepped forward and hugged Snape's waist, and put his forehead on the man's back. Snape was silent for a long time before he forced Harry's arm away, pushed the boy away, and left the room.
Harry, who was in a daze, stood there for a while before falling into a chair. It was already dawn.
Harry thought that getting along with Snape would not be a big problem. Snape was his teacher, an elder of the same age as his parents, and a hero who sacrificed his life to protect him. As long as he had the right attitude and treated Snape as a respectable elder (with a bad temper), it would be fine. Occasionally, occasionally, he would do something bad to him, and Snape would not really do anything to him. But at some point, because of some messy nights and some muddled kisses, Harry felt that some of his emotions had crossed the line.
Closing his eyes, Harry found that at some point, the memories related to the game Jia Mei played became more and more blurred, but his "first life" became clearer and clearer. So he could repeatedly recall that cold winter night, the closed door, and the eyes that looked at him with a mixture of guilt and disgust. That guilt and disgust were not directed at him.
Snape's love had been burned out many years ago. He just unintentionally used the remaining warmth to warm Harry.
Harry knelt in front of the tombstone, his hands dripping with blood. More blood dripped from his empty eye sockets, leaving a bleak trail on the snow.
Harry, who did not want to dream, lay stiffly on the bed in a daze, recalling the ignorance and high spirits of the past over and over again, as well as the days that suddenly turned gray. He repeatedly chewed on them until they could no longer easily affect his emotions, until he could calmly tell himself, "Enough, enough, Harry Potter, this is all in the past. Now, in the near future, you have another war to fight."
Exhaling, Harry turned over and looked out the window. The morning sun was soft, and the ice was cold. There was already smoke rising in the distance. The boy's increasingly sensitive ears could hear the sound of vomiting from a hangover, the crying of babies, and the sound of housewives working in the kitchen. There was also the occasional laughter. A certain master said that the joys and sorrows of human beings were not connected, but Harry did not feel that these sounds were noisy at the moment. He only felt that this was a world worth loving.
So, when Snape saw Harry again, the boy's face was already full of smiles. He even warmly and cheerfully said good morning to Snape, then ran straight to the dining table and sat down, wolfing down the sandwich and milk.
For the next period of time, Harry showed the kind of positive and optimistic attitude that made Snape uncomfortable. He went to bed early and woke up early, conscientiously completed his homework, and took the initiative to take on the housework. Whether Snape said anything or not, he went up to efficiently deal with the potion ingredients that the Potions Professor was impatient to deal with. Just as Snape secretly wondered if he should give this kid a three-star tenant award, Weisles and his family returned.
It was less than a week before school started. Molly and Arthur sent the letter to Spidertail Alley. The content of the letter was as follows: Ask about Professor Snape's health, wish Harry a Merry Christmas, travel to Egypt, express their feelings, invite Harry to stay at the Burrow, wish Professor Snape and Harry a happy mood. So, after reading it three times, Harry could be sure that although the letter was addressed to Snape, it was actually addressed to him.
Looking up at Snape, who was still standing in front of the experiment table, Harry asked, "Professor, can I stay at the Burrow for a few days?"
Snape did not look up. "I think Lord Savior can already master Phantom Transfiguration."
Well, this meant that he could. Harry leaned over the table and wrote a reply while continuing to work hard. "Professor, will you go?" He had already watched Snape work for half a month. Did this person not need to rest?
Upon hearing this question, Snape raised his head slightly and replied in a mocking tone, "I thought you could 'act alone'."
Harry clearly saw the accent under the words "act alone". Obviously, Snape was still thinking about his "night trip" last time. He could only obediently lower his head and reply, no longer provoking Snape's anger.
However, in the end, it was impossible for Harry to act alone. Arthur came out of the fireplace to pick him up and symbolically invited Snape, but was predictably rejected.
The Weasley family, who had spent most of their vacation in Egypt, looked jubilant. Everyone looked a shade darker, especially the twins, who had turned into a sexy wheat-colored color. To Harry's dismay, Ron seemed to have grown a little taller. He looked like he was turning from a boy into a teenager.
Ron reached out and gestured at the height difference between himself and Harry. This made Harry feel a little more at ease. His good friend was still the silly but loyal boy.
What surprised Harry the most was Ginny.
The Weisles girl, who had returned from Egypt, was still wearing an exotic costume. Her red hair draped over her shoulders and face. When she looked up and greeted Harry with a warm smile, the latter was shocked to find that Ginny's eyes were unusually bright. Her originally bright brown pupils had turned a darker color, as if someone had set fire to her eyes.
But before Harry could walk to Ginny, the twins and Ron pulled him away to see the souvenirs they had brought back. Besides, they still had so many adventures in Egypt waiting to share with Harry. The stories about the pyramids, the pharaohs, and the Egyptian vampires were indeed interesting to the twins, but Harry was interested in the speculum among the pile of gadgets. "It can warn us? Like Peter Parker's spider sense? "
"Yes." Ron also picked it up and looked at it, as if he didn't care too much. "But this thing seems to be useless. At least it didn't light up when Fred and the others pushed me into the pyramid."
"It has never lit up before?" Harry was curious.
"No, it's probably broken. But Bill also said that it was a scam to begin with. "
The boys chatted in the living room until evening. Hermione came out of the fireplace. The little witch looked more serious and wise after not seeing her for a month. Ron was shocked. "God, she looks like Percy!"
Molly, who came out of the kitchen, knocked on Ron's head, then pulled Hermione and asked with a smile, "Hermione is here. By the way, where's Percy?"
Hermione shook her head and said, "I asked him. He said he was busy preparing for the exam and didn't have time to come back. But he asked me to say hello to you and Mr. Weisles. "
Molly looked a little disappointed, but then she recovered her kind smile. She pushed Hermione to chat with her friends and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Hermione's arrival was naturally welcomed. The twins had already prepared a lot of plans for new products and were waiting to discuss with the little witch. Ron said, "Lady Hermione, I have a small matter. I don't know if it's appropriate to say it."
Hermione smiled faintly. "I don't let you copy my homework."
Ron's face fell quickly. Harry secretly pulled Ron's hand while Hermione was not paying attention. He motioned for Ron to look at him. Ron was shocked. "You finished your homework?" The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, then he found an excuse for himself. "I stayed at Snape's house for a week." Thus, he received a look of understanding.
Harry did not find a chance to talk to Ginny alone until bedtime. Hermione was going to sleep in the same room as Ginny, so he could not break into her room at night. He had to wait until the next day when the boys were playing with brooms in the yard. He went to the kitchen to get a few cups of hot cocoa and brought them upstairs.
"Hermione, Ginny, do you want some hot drinks?" Harry knocked on the door and asked.
Ginny opened the door. "Harry? Isn't Hermione in the yard? "
Harry certainly knew where Hermione was, but he scratched his head. "Ah! Yes, I almost forgot. Do you want some? Oh, let me bring it in for you. It's still quite hot. "He then walked into Ginny's room.
Ginny did not have any special reaction. In fact, she was quite happy to thank him. Harry smiled embarrassedly. "Don't, I'm the guest!"
Ginny smiled and stuck out her tongue. "You're mom's favorite son!" She then asked Harry why he was not playing with brooms with his brothers.
Harry picked up a cup of hot cocoa as he explained. He chatted with Ginny while observing her.
Ginny was sitting casually on the edge of the bed. There was a thick book open at the head of the bed. There was also a thick stack of books on the table under the window. Harry was surprised to see that the name of the author displayed on the spine of the books was Gidro Lockhart. He then remembered Ginny's adventure last summer.
"Ginny, you and... Professor Lockhart are very close?" Harry tried to make his tone sound less like the beetle reporter.
Then he saw a nostalgic smile flash across Ginny's face. "That crazy Professor Lockhart..." She pulled out a postcard from the book at the head of the bed and showed it to Harry. "This is his Christmas gift to me."
There was no head or blessing on the postcard. There was only one sentence written on it:
At this moment, I am crying under the starry sky, and I find that this is the Welsh starry sky.
It was signed by Mr. Locke.
The cardboard had some traces of wear and tear. It seemed that Ginny used it as a bookmark.
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