Of course, Harry couldn't have run out to confess to Snape,
He had gone out to look for food.
Although it was already past dinner time,
Because the members of the academy were complicated,
Everyone had different temperaments,
There were often teachers or students who ran out to eat in the middle of the night,
Therefore, there was often food in the kitchen. Harry rummaged through the fridge,
He saw a pile of lunch boxes sealed with plastic wrap. It seemed that they could be eaten after heating them up. Harry flipped through them carefully,
He actually found a box of dumplings inside,
It was probably prepared by Li Qianhuan,
So he took it out and enjoyed it without hesitation.
The dumplings were filled with corn and pork,
It was much better than the Chinese restaurant where Harry had worked before,
Harry ate more than ten in one go before he raised his head. Then, he suddenly found a plate of vinegar in front of him,
There was also a thin voice saying, "... senior sister Qianhuan said... dumplings taste good when dipped in vinegar."
Paranormal events? Invisible people? Harry was shocked for a moment before he rubbed his eyes fiercely,
He saw a boy of about ten years old sitting opposite him. His eyebrows drooped down,
She looked as if she was about to cry.
And judging from the plate in front of him, it seemed that he had been sitting here eating for a while.
Harry quickly apologized, "Ah, I'm really sorry,
I was too engrossed in eating and didn't see you just now... "
The boy shook his head,
He scratched the table and said, "It's okay... you can't see me if you don't eat..." the boy's voice was light,
And in between these two sentences..,
Harry found it difficult to focus on him.
He sat down beside the boy with the dumplings in his arms, and the situation eased a little. Harry said, "Harry Potter, I just came from England. You are?"
It seemed that Harry's actions had eased the boy's depressed mood. He took the initiative to reach out and shake Harry's hand, then he said, "Zeruo, my name is Zeruo, a second-year student in Marvel Academy's X Division. I'm a mutant, and my ability is... uh, I have no sense of presence, so everyone can't help but ignore my existence."
"Zero? This name is really cool, and this ability … is also cool! " Harry couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. This child would never have to face the situation of being a third wheel in his life.
Ze Ruo's frown became even more awkward. "Yeah, other than being often stepped on, often sat on, and often forgotten at gatherings … it's pretty cool."
"… At least it's convenient for you to skip classes, skip tickets, commit crimes, and so on, right?" Harry comforted her sincerely.
Ze Ruo swallowed the last bit of food in his mouth and thought for a few seconds. He patted Harry's shoulder seriously. "Student, you're only staying here for a year, right?"
Suddenly there was a suspicion of leading children astray. Harry was also very helpless. He continued to dip his head in vinegar to deal with the dumplings on the plate. He didn't know when Ze Ruo left, but more and more people came in and out of the restaurant. Harry asked Iceman, who came to look for drinks, and learned that the students who went out to play had left half an hour ago, but because of drunkenness and other reasons, they may come back in batches.
Drunkenness? Harry was shocked. "My classmates shouldn't be drunk, right?" Ron and the others are only twelve or thirteen years old!
Iceman recalled for a moment and explained seriously, "The girls only drink juice. The red-haired boy and the blond boy drank a little fruit wine. The brown-haired handsome boy and the freckled boy are good drinkers, but the dry dean seems to be drunk."
Harry guessed that the drunk one was Percy. Thinking of Ron and Drac, Harry quickly returned to the dormitory. As a result, he encountered two people fighting in the corridor. Well, to be precise, it should be said that they were fighting, cursing, and supporting each other as they walked forward. Hermione and Ginny followed behind them to watch the fun while betting on who would fall first.
Glancing at the two girls speechlessly, Harry stepped forward and said, "How much did they drink?"
"You're back?" Hermione was surprised for a moment, then answered the question first. "Ron had four glasses, Drac had six glasses."
Ginny chuckled out loud. "Percy drove them away, then sat down and continued to drink. As a result, the more he drank, the sadder he got. He kept pulling Cedric and Rolf to say that his talent was unrecognized. In the end, he drank twelve glasses …"
Harry guessed that the degree of fruit wine was about the same as butter beer, as long as it was not the Siroc kind, and Ron and Drac were much better drinkers than him, so they should still be sober now and just wanted to take the opportunity to fight. He first said to the two girls, "Okay, I'll get them back. You guys go back and rest first."
Ginny responded with a grin and left first. Hermione paused for a moment and turned to ask Harry, "You know about that matter, right? Destroying the Diss? "
In fact, many people in the academy had seen the video, but the professors quickly interrupted them, so no one mentioned it and just continued to entertain the international students. However, Hermione thought of Harry who had disappeared since last night and could not help but guess that he had something to do with this matter.
He probably could not tell Hermione about the X-Files, and even more so about the Three Pillar Gods, so Harry hesitated for a moment and finally said, "That video is fake, don't worry."
Hermione frowned slightly, half puzzled and half helpless looking at Harry for a moment, then sighed. "Harry …"
But the always intelligent little witch did not ask in the end, only shaking her head and turning around, then went back to her room.
Harry, who was left behind, breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a little melancholy. He didn't want to hide everything from his best friend, especially Hermione, but he hadn't figured out how to talk about it yet. Everyone who tried to get close to the truth of Cthulhu either went mad or died, then what about the Babel myth? How was he going to tell Hermione and Ron, hey, in fact, we are all just characters in a novel written by a middle-aged auntie? Hermione, you will be the head of the Ministry of Magic in the future, and Ron will be the minister. Oh, a movie? Yes, but to be honest, Daniel's height is too, uh, realistic. But Emma is very beautiful, much prettier than Hermione!
Harry decided that if one day he had to tell his friends about this matter, he must prepare a suicide note, because the consequences would be either being sent flying by an angry Hermione, or being shaken to death by a shattered worldview by Ron.
So, he could not say it, absolutely not now. Harry did not intend to easily deny the reality of the current world, because it was very likely to be the only world he had left.
Harry separated Ron and Drac from the fight, stuffed them into the room, and told them, "Don't hit people in the face." So Ron quickly reached out to Drac's hair, and then he was kicked away by the suddenly powerful Drac.
Out of sight, out of mind. Harry closed the door with a black line hanging on his face. He turned his head and saw Percy being helped upstairs by Cedric and Rolf. As Bobby the Iceman said, the young man was so drunk that he was almost dragged upstairs by the two boys. And the drunk Percy seemed to be a little unrestrained, crying and howling.
Harry walked a little closer and heard Percy muttering two names, "… Penelope … Drivot …"
Penelope should be the name of Percy's girlfriend, the female head of Ravenclaw. Who is Drivot?
Percy's voice turned bitter, "Drivot … Uncle.
F * cker … "
Cedric was helpless, "Rolf, let's send him back quickly and let him drink some hot water."
Rolf, who was already embarrassed, nodded repeatedly.
But things didn't go as planned. Just as the two boys were about to drag Percy up the stairs, Third Brother suddenly had the strength to kick Rolf away from behind. Cedric quickly held him down, but after Percy's struggle was futile, he simply turned his head … and vomited on Cedric.
Cedric was stunned, and so was Rolf. Percy pushed Cedric away and fell on the stairs. Harry, who watched the whole process, felt that it was really exciting.
"Senior Diggory, let me help."
Cedric looked at the vomit on his front and trouser legs. For a moment, he was helpless and could only nod and thank him, "Thank you, Harry."
"Well, senior, go back and change your clothes first."
Rolf helped Percy up again, "Harry, I'll do it alone. Mr. Weisles is not heavy either …"
Harry tied Percy up with a Rope Binding Spell, then added a Levitation Spell when Rolf was surprised. Well, just like that, he carried Percy upstairs.
"Senior Skaman, let's go."
Rolf was stunned for a moment and quickly followed.
In fact, Cedric and Rolf also knew how to use Rope Binding Spells, but they were not as skilled as Harry. Secondly, they were not familiar with Percy, so they were not so decisive. They could only drag him all the way back. Harry's thoughts were more straightforward. Percy was so drunk that he kept calling out his ex-girlfriend's name. Presumably, he would not be very willing to recall what happened when he woke up tomorrow.
After carrying Percy back to the room, Rolf saw Harry's style again.
The child cleanly used a Cutting Spell to remove Percy's vomit-stained clothes, then threw him into the bathtub. He used magic to control the showerhead to rinse him from top to bottom, flipped over, and did it again. Because the process was too rough, Percy seemed to wake up once in the middle, but he was knocked out by Harry's spell without batting an eyelid.
Finally, he wrapped Percy in a bath towel and stuffed him into the quilt to lie down. Harry was full of gratification, "Let him have a good night's rest."
Rolf looked at Harry, whose hands were not even wet from the beginning to the end. He was suddenly glad that the one who was drunk was Percy and not him, but at the same time, he was a little surprised, "Harry, your magic power …" Although the child did not use any profound spells, the magic power displayed during the whole process was not that of an ordinary little wizard. As for the proficiency, it was even more astonishing.
Harry's expression did not change, and his heart did not skip a beat, "Ah, I live with Professor Snape during the holidays. Sometimes, the professor is busy with experiments and so on, and is not willing to take care of personal hygiene, so …"
Rolf turned pale with fright, "You're helping like this?"
Harry nodded seriously, then watched Rolf's face turn from red to white and then to green. Even the color of his freckles became lighter. Only then did he laugh, "How is that possible! If I really dared to 'deal' with Professor Snape like that, well, I would probably be a 'boy who won't live past twelve years old'. "
Hearing this, Ralf breathed a sigh of relief. He re-cemented Professor Snape's image in his heart, and it became even more firm and tenacious. Then, he said in a weak voice, "Don't make such a joke. Professor Snape lives next door."
Eh? Harry: o (? □?) o
Probably because Percy was deeply troubled, he did not place any defensive spells in this room, not even an anti-eavesdropping spell. So, did he hear what Harry said just now?
Ralf expressed that he did not dare to guess. He quickly went downstairs and returned to his room. Harry dawdled for a long time, but in the end, he didn't walk more than two meters. Snape's door was closed, and he didn't say whether he was welcome or not.
F * ck! I'm the savior, what's there to be afraid of!
Harry, who had reconfirmed his position as the protagonist, clenched his fists on the spot and made the decision to mentally prepare himself. Then, he turned his head and walked to Snape's door in one go. He knocked on the door vigorously, "Professor! Professor! Professor! "
Snape, whose experiment had long been interrupted by the sound of someone banging on the door next door (no key) and flushing, was sitting on the bed reading a book. His sharp spy ears could even hear the footsteps coming and going at the door clearly, so … Harry actually didn't have to knock so hard on the door.
The door that was suddenly opened made Harry's fist stop in mid-air. Snape looked down at the dazed boy disdainfully, "What? The savior Potter is being kind and wants to help his old professor take care of his personal hygiene. "
He really heard it! Harry immediately put his hands behind his back and put on the most sincere and obedient expression, "No!"
Snape curled his lips and showed a mocking expression, "Then why are you here?"
"I …" Harry opened his mouth, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't give any reason. He didn't know why he was wandering around Snape's door. He wanted to say that he was actually scared, confused, and sad, so he wanted to find someone to talk to. He wanted to say that he actually just wanted to see Snape.
Harry swallowed all the reasons that would be laughed at and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his green eyes were filled with Gryffindor's courage. He stared at the tall man and said loudly, "I hate you!" When Snape narrowed his eyes, the boy threw out the rest of his words, "I hate that you always call me Potter, Saint Potter, or Potter the Savior! Can't you just f * cking call me Harry? Not James Harry Potter, not Lily Harry Evans, just Harry, an ordinary boy, standing in front of a man and asking him to love me, with all the sincerity and courage of love! [Note] "
Snape was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about Harry's words. Finally, before Harry was about to stuff his head into his collar, he gave a pertinent comment, "I advise you to listen less to Lupin's love stories. They're too tacky."
"Ugh …" Harry, who was caught plagiarizing lines, wanted to bang his head on Snape's stomach.
However, to be honest, they really should have closed the door and discussed rhetoric. Lupin, who was standing behind the door next door, really just wanted to open the door and see what was going on outside.
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