The matter of fighting with the death attendant was not urgent for the time being.
Harry looked at his watch and sent Hermione home first.
After the two of them said goodbye to each other, Hermione stood in front of the door and asked Harry one last question, "So...
Are you going to confess these things to Professor Snape? "
Harry's first reaction was to shake his head. After seeing Hermione's disapproving eyes, he scratched his head and said, "To be honest, I'm not sure the professor wants to know about these things."
Confessing to Hermione, on the one hand, was because Hermione was calm and wise enough to understand all of this.
On the other hand, Hermione was still a girl after all. She could treat these as stories.
Even if he had an early death in his "previous life", it was still glorious. But Snape was different. Snape's life was too dark.
It was so dark that he gritted his teeth and endured it for a lifetime.
He was unwilling to reveal a word to Harry. Of course, in the end, Harry still found out and inherited this forbearance.
"I just think...
If you really want to develop a relationship with Professor Snape...
Then you shouldn't hide it from him. "Hermione advised.
However, Harry still shook his head. "I didn't deliberately hide anything from him. As long as he asked...
I would have told him. But he didn't.
Isn't it? Moreover...
These so-called truths, other than making him even more indignant and angry, what else could they do? Besides... "
Moreover, Harry felt that there might be some tacit understanding between him and Snape.
At least, Snape did not question Little Break, nor did he intend to put him in confinement. Of course, he did not ask him if he was hungry or if he wanted to cook a bowl of noodles for him.
In fact, Snape did not even raise his head. He just slowly turned a page of the book.
Harry gestured for Lupin not to make a sound, then quietly walked behind Snape, and then … he stuffed his cold hand into the back of Snape's neck.
Alright, the sneak attack did not succeed this time. The moment Harry's fingertips touched Snape, Snape suddenly grabbed the boy's wrist, making Harry rather disheartened. "Can't you let me win just once?"
"Shadow, Potter." Snape loosened his grip and sneered. Wouldn't he be letting the audience down if he pretended not to see such a huge shadow looming over him?
Alright then. Harry obediently admitted defeat. Then, he leaned on the Potions Professor's shoulder to see what he was studying. In the end, he realized that Snape wasn't reading a professional book, but a novel. He glanced at the two lines of content and found them somewhat familiar.
"Eliminate all the impossibilities, and even if the rest is impossible, it's still the truth … Wow, I like this case." Harry was a little surprised. "So, you like Sherlock Holmes too, professor?"
No, he just packed up all the professional books to make it easier for him to move tomorrow. However, Snape had to admit that the deductive reasoning method in the book did arouse his interest.
Harry leaned on Snape's shoulder and read two pages of the book with him. Before he was pushed away in disdain, he asked, "Professor, do you know about the 'Time Pocket'?"
Snape paused for a moment and frowned slightly. "Describe it in detail."
Harry repeated what Dumbledore said in the letter and then asked, "… Will this operation affect the fixed point medium in any way? Also, how high is the success rate of this plan? "
After listening to Harry's description, Snape picked up the pen and paper at hand and quickly calculated a few formulas. At the same time, he asked, "Potter, do you know about Trojan's Law of Spatial Magic?"
"Yes." After all, Harry had specialized in spatial magic for a period of time.
"What's the mass of the material that needs to be transferred?"
Harry frowned and calculated for a long time in his mind. He estimated a rough value and reported it to Snape. Snape then substituted it into a number of formula conversion calculations, and Harry also deduced in his mind with the tip of his pen. When the final result was out, both of their faces changed at the same time.
Snape checked the calculation and after confirming that there was no mistake, he said in a deep voice, "There must be enough magic power to create a strong enough magic storm and generate enough energy to transfer the material. We haven't taken into account the unknown variable of time yet."
Harry was silent for a moment. After reading the several formulas listed by Snape again and again, he grabbed the pen and added a formula next to it. "The Mezo-Coelho space-time mass-energy formula can help us calculate the total amount of magic power needed." This formula had not appeared so far. When Harry left Hogwarts and traveled around Europe as a wanderer, he got it from the information of a Belgian wizard. However, like the Belgian wizard, this formula had never been recognized by the public.
Snape furrowed his brows tightly as he watched Harry insert the previous data into the equation. After calculating it in a rather complicated way, he obtained a huge unknown value.
Harry also gasped. "Now I hope this formula is really wrong."
Snape clasped his hands and looked serious. "Which wizards will be involved in the plan?"
"Dumbledore, Bashida, Inmag …" Harry listed the members of the secret Phoenix Knights and filled in the names of several Hogwarts professors according to his speculation.
Snape's expression only changed slightly when he heard the name of the old demon king. Then he returned to his cold expression and shook his head. "Not enough, far from enough." Even if Dumbledore's magic power was taken as the average, these people were not enough to form a strong enough magic storm.
Harry also knew this. He had done a little practice when he transferred Sirius, so he could understand the difficulty of this plan. For a moment, he clenched the pen in his hand and drew a long black line on the draft paper.
Snape looked at the black line and suddenly said, "What is the medium you are talking about?"
"It's Kamia." The tip of the pen stopped, and the black line ended in a blob of ink.
Snape took the pen and stopped Harry from continuing to ravage the paper. He turned a page and signed Kamia's name and circled it. "In this case … she's a variable."
Harry looked up and was slightly surprised. "Professor?"
Snape did not change his expression and continued to do his own deduction on the paper. "I don't know what you're going to do, but operating a magic circle is not like making magic potions. There must be a foolproof formula. In a place where magic spells are cast, the caster and the target will become variables. For example … if such a strong magic power is poured into Mrs. Lovegood's body, no one knows what will happen."
In Harry's experience, a wizard's body could not withstand such a huge amount of magic power. However, Snape's tone was obviously implying something: Kamia was not an ordinary wizard. She was an existence that transcended time and space, and also had the soul of a former librarian. Her setting did not allow her to become an ordinary wizard.
So, perhaps Kamia took the initiative to act as a medium for this reason? Harry did not jump to conclusions, but he was a little relieved.
The next day, Harry did not go to fight with Deadpool. He still had to move.
Charles did not come. Hank, Scott, Pietro, and Logan came to help. On Harry's side, there were Ron, Hermione, and Neville and Percy who came to help. Compared to the few suitcases they packed, there were more than enough people.
Hank was a little more experienced. He reminded them, "Although I'm not sure how long you're going to live there, you probably won't move back any time soon. Then the house here needs to be dust-proof."
Dust-Proof? What a professional word. In the days when there was magic, dust-proof houses were not a big problem, so Harry did not think about it before. Fortunately, he had changed the curtains before. Harry got up the few wizards who were sitting and watching. They put the things that should be put into the cabinets, and then covered the cabinets with curtains and other places that were easy to fall and hard to clean.
The few little Magi had only been to Snape's house in the beginning. Although they were still in awe of the potion professor, they could not help but secretly spy on Snape and Snape's cohabitation life while they were helping.
"Wow, so Professor Snape has more than just black and white clothes!" Ron was amazed.
Harry: Close the closet. Also, these are the clothes he doesn't wear. The packed suitcase below is indeed black and white.
"Well … Harry still has potions homework to do? Professor Snape is so strict! "Neville sympathized.
Harry: No, that's not my potions homework. That's Snape's draft. But Neville, do you really study potions? It's full of chemical equations!
Harry, who was badly battered by the questions, turned to look at the calm Hermione and thought that the little witch was the best.
But Hermione replied with a look that saw through everything. She whispered, "I won't ask why you secretly collected Professor Snape's manuscripts, but … there's only one bedroom in this house that has traces of use, right?"
Harry turned and walked out of the room hand in hand.
Fortunately, there was enough manpower. When all the chores were settled, it was just six o 'clock. Logan finished his cigarette, dragged Scott into the van, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away, leaving the helpless crowd behind. Hermione and the others saw that there was enough manpower and did not intend to cause more trouble. They each said goodbye to Harry and went home. Hank picked up Snape, Harry, and Pietro and followed behind Logan's car, heading towards the town.
The house they were about to move into was located in a residential area in the west of town. It was different from the villas in the east of town. The houses here were more simple and low-key, but Harry still liked this small house. It looked a bit like Snape's house in Spidertail Alley.
Snape also noticed it, but only twitched the corner of his mouth and did not say anything.
Logan, as the strongest person present, quickly unloaded the suitcases from the van. Harry quickly thanked him, then thanked Hank and the others. He also declined Pietro's offer to help unpack. Scott looked at the sky and smiled. "You really don't need to be in a hurry to unpack. Why don't we go and have a meal together first?"
Harry looked at the suitcases on the ground and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Let's forget about it today. The professor and I will treat you to a meal another day."
Pietro still wanted to enthusiastically invite them, but Scott was already familiar with Harry. He did not need to exchange pleasantries, so he did not say anything more. He just smiled and said, "Well, there are ingredients in the fridge. You can take care of yourself first."
Pietro, who was at the side, sucked on a lollipop and looked at Scott, feeling a little strange.
Scott did not pay attention to it. He just reached out and pushed Pietro into the van, then said to Hank, "Later, we'll take a detour. I have to pick up Laura."
Logan was shocked. "Where is Laura?"
Scott did not know if he should be angry or speechless. "At Mr. Lang's house. Are you the real father or am I …" Before he could finish, Scott realized that something was wrong and almost swallowed his own tongue.
However, Logan still heard it and smiled like an idiot. "Yes, yes, yes …"
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