Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation When Dick left the next morning, one of his eyes was still black, but since he did not cover it up and pretended that nothing had happened, the little wizards who saw him off naturally did not pursue the matter. They simply gave him the small gifts they had prepared and asked if he would come back.
"If there's a chance, I will, I will …"
Jason watched Dick being surrounded by a group of little wizards and laughed in his heart. This guy was really popular, no wonder he was used to being a mother bird.
But Jason was the only one who saw Dick off. When he came, he walked by the fireplace in the headmaster's office, and when he left, he also went to the headmaster's office. Dick carried his travel bag, and Jason took a big bag of gifts that the students had given to Dick. He looked through it a little, and basically all the children who stayed in school during the holidays had prepared a small gift for Dick.
Dick also took a look and laughed. "Little Wing, I thought you came here in a fit of pique, and maybe you're smoking, drinking, and perming your hair all day." Thinking of the days when Jason ran away from home half a year ago, Dick was really worried.
Jason glared at Dick. When did he perm his hair? And beer was not even common in Hogwarts, okay?
"But, now I think …" Dick took the heavy bag from Jason and raised his eyebrows. "You're doing well here, I'm relieved." He could see that these little wizards liked Jason very much.
Jason scolded "mother bird" in disdain, but Dick patted his brother's shoulder indifferently. "Okay, I'm leaving. You be careful here, I'll help you deal with Bruce."
"Who wants you to deal with him?" Jason impatiently pushed Dick's hand away, but did not ignore the meaning of his words. He frowned slightly and asked, "What? What's going on in Hogwarts? "
The Hogwarts Express had arrived, and Dick did not say much. He only said to Jason, "Keep an eye on Marvel." Jason could see the seriousness in Dick's expression, and then he thought about the undercurrent beneath the calmness of the Hogwarts. He nodded his head cautiously.
While Dick was bidding farewell to Dumbledore, Harry was resisting Slytherin's merciless suppression.
The child was also very angry. Since yesterday, when he knew that Dick was leaving, he had been discussing with Snape whether he could spare some time to send this police officer, who he liked very much, off.
Snape didn't say anything at that time. He just got a pot of sticky insects from somewhere and told him to pound them into a paste. There couldn't be any residue.
Harry thought that after he was done with the paste, he could send Dick off, so he sat on a small stool and fiddled with it for the whole night. When he left the cellar, he could barely lift his arm. In the end, when he handed the pot of paste to Snape, the Potions Professor only glanced at it, then pointed to the corner and said, "Grind those into powder tomorrow."
Harry glanced at the pile of bones of the unknown creatures, then calmly looked at Snape and said, "Then I'll come over at noon tomorrow." Dick left in the morning.
Snape sneered, "Potter, your confinement is from eight in the morning to eight in the evening."
"But —" "No buts. If I don't see you grinding bones tomorrow at eight in the morning, I'll take your bones apart and grind them. "Snape looked at Harry with disgust." Now, leave my cellar. "
Harry gathered his anger for a long time, then finally glared at Snape and turned to leave. When he left, he slammed the door, scaring Snape and almost destroying his pot of potion.
"Ignorant little monster …" Snape cursed and lowered the flame. At least he saved the pot of potion, but … Snape wrinkled his nose. He wasn't the one drinking it, so he didn't care if it smelled bad.
"Damn that Potter." Snape snorted and bottled the potion. He never thought of himself as a good-tempered person, so he didn't think that there was anything wrong with the students keeping quiet in front of him, until he brought the little monster into the Hogwarts. "Damn that Potter. Not only did he dare to blatantly skip my class, now he even dared to slam the door?" "What a bold little monster."
Of course, Snape knew that Kid liked the group of people at the Union Building, but — Snape didn't think that Old Bee put a group of Americans with supernatural abilities into the Hogwarts just for the so-called exchange and learning. "See, this is the year that the Savior entered the school, this is the year that Trelawney started acting weird again, this is the year that the mysterious Phantom appeared in the Forbidden Forest, this is the year that the Saint's Mark reappeared … and that enigmatic Mrs. Lovegood!" Snape slammed the lab table hard. "What the hell is Dumbledore thinking?! How could he let the brainless Potter come into contact with those people with unknown motives?! "
Harry didn't know what Snape was thinking. He just felt that he had been obedient for the past few days, so he didn't mind sending Mr. Grayson off. The next morning, he sneaked out of Gryffindor's dormitory and bumped into Snape in the corridor.
Looking at Snape's calm expression, he was definitely there to stop him.
"Si. Ne. Pu. Teach!"
Snape sneered. "If you want to grind your teeth, go to the cellar. There are many different kinds of teeth for you to grind."
Harry didn't want to grind the bones of this old bat. After he was caught by Snape and thrown into the cellar, he was forced to drink a bottle of bitter and smelly potion to treat sleepwalking as usual. Then, he was pushed to his usual spot. Harry kept a straight face the whole time. Although he was still sitting on the small bench in front of the coffee table, he didn't even touch the pile of bones. Hmph, his arms were still sore! So, Harry took out his holiday homework and started to do it.
Snape was not in a hurry to get the bone powder, as long as Potter didn't keep coming to the Union Building. But the kid didn't take him seriously at all. "Potter, I thought you were here for the Confinement?"
"I've already experienced the taste of 'Confinement' very well." Harry didn't even raise his head. "Professor Snape is hell." (The existential philosopher Sartre proposed the "other-is-hell" theory in his short story 'Confinement'.)
The kid was not afraid of him at all. Snape knew this very well, but what puzzled him was, even so, where did Potter's confidence come from?
Thanks to Snape's confinement these days, Harry had finished his holiday homework a week before school started. At this time, Ron and the others had just started their homework, so Harry's homework became a hot commodity. Everyone wanted to use it as a 'reference'.
Harry also generously lent it out, but he reminded them, "Don't copy my potion thesis."
Ron was puzzled, "Aren't you good at potion theory?" But after seeing Harry's potion homework, Ron's face suddenly became very ugly.
Harry's thesis was much longer than Snape's assigned length, not because Harry was very serious, but because his homework had been reviewed from beginning to end. Harry revised the whole thesis according to those harsh comments and appended it to the back. So, his homework was more than twice as long as the others.
"I say, old man …" Ron was almost holding the homework back to Harry, "Snape is really … special to you!"
"Yeah, he hates me." Harry shrugged.
It was a rare night when Snape let him come back early, but looking at the people around him who were doing their homework, Harry did not know who to play chess with, so he just sat aside and read a storybook.
Speaking of which, the book was a Christmas gift from Professor Kamia. For some reason, it was delivered a few days late. Professor Kamia also sent him a greeting card. In addition to Christmas wishes, the card also had Professor Kamia's slender handwriting: I hope you can still cry or laugh for the people in the story. I hope you can still cherish every meeting and parting in the story. I hope you can still place some precious souls in your memory.
The book was called "Christmas Memories", and there were only three short stories in it. Professor Kamia had already explained one of them in class, so Harry deliberately read very slowly, boiling the short stories over and over again like boiling a radish. In the end, he read until his mouth was full of the delicious soup, and then he thought of Haig.
Yes, he suddenly wanted to talk to Haig. When he read about the fireplace, the cake, Baines, Miss Haig, and a dog called Queenie, he suddenly missed Haig very much. So he quickly took out his invisibility cloak, slipped out of the castle without alerting Ron, and ran all the way to Haig's hut.
"Haig! Haig! "
Haig quickly opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see Harry, but still pretended to be angry. "How can you run out at night?" Harry smiled indifferently. "I want to drink potato soup."
Standing at the door, he could smell the aroma of the soup. Hagrid's potato soup would add a lot of mushrooms. It looked like a pot of stew, but it was very fragrant. Harry was hungry just by smelling the hot aroma.
Haig, of course, pulled Harry into the hut and let him sit on the big bed covered with a thick quilt to drink the soup. He sat on the side and put his feet on Yaya's back, knitting a big scarf in his hands. Logically speaking, a big man like Haig knitting a scarf would look very funny, but when he used a needle that was about the same size as a stick in the eyes of ordinary people, the funny feeling disappeared.
Harry played with Yaya for a while before sitting back on the bed. He took out a small book and said to Haig, "Let me read a story to Haig."
How could Haig refuse Harry's suggestion? So Harry put on a righteous front and read aloud: "Imagine a late November morning, a winter morning more than twenty years ago... She (Miss Suker) calls me Buddy, in honor of her former best friend, who died in the 1880s when she was a child." Buddy, "she says," Buddy, "she says," in honor of her former best friend, who died when she was a child in the 1880s. She is still a child now … "The fire by the window burned brightly, and the light from the fire was reflected in the child's eyes. When they heard about the death of Queenie, Haig and Yaya's eyes lit up.
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