Everyone saw that something was wrong with Harry after he was discharged from the hospital.
At first, everyone thought that he felt that his body had not recovered,
So they took care of him thoughtfully, but seeing that he could eat, drink, and sleep, it seemed that it was not because of his illness.
So they guessed that it was because the foreign students had left in a hurry. He had a good relationship with Peter and the others.
They were a little disappointed.
But after they contacted the foreign students, they found that Harry had not contacted them.
Everyone was at their wit's end.
They all looked at Hermione. Aren't you smart and have a good relationship with Harry?
Hermione was also anxious.
She had moved back to Gryffindor Tower after Harry's accident. Now, her relationship with her roommates was neither hot nor cold, and they coexisted peacefully.
But there was still a big difference between peaceful coexistence and friendship.
As a result, she looked at Harry coldly. Although he was talking and laughing with everyone now, he was obviously not as close as before. That day, she prepared to study early in the morning.
When she went down to the common room, she saw Harry sitting alone by the fireplace in a daze. She was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat.
So Hermione said cautiously, "I don't know what's wrong with Harry recently.
But I think it's better for everyone not to act rashly.
Let him adjust himself first. "
"What if he can't adjust?" Ron always wanted to do something.
Hermione couldn't answer this time.
Seeing that everyone was still looking at her, she threw the book in front of her into her bag, put it on, and went out. "I'm going to talk to Harry."
After leaving the common room, she didn't see Harry for a while. Hermione was annoyed and wandered around aimlessly. Finally, she decided to go to the library. Maybe she could meet Harry. But as soon as she walked to the library, she bumped into someone.
In fact, Drac had seen Hermione from afar. When he saw her walking over absent-mindedly, he was puzzled. When Hermione came closer, he also moved aside. Unexpectedly, Hermione also subconsciously moved aside, and the two still bumped into each other.
"Granger..." Drac frowned and supported Hermione.
Hermione, who came back to her senses, was shocked when she saw the person in front of her. "Malfoy... What are you doing here?" Seeing Derek raise his eyebrows, Hermione blushed. This was the library, not Gryffindor's lounge. Of course, Malfoy could come. In fact, because of Harry, Hermione and Drac used to study together. However, whether it was because of internal problems in Slytherin, or Harry's gradual absence, the study group, which was barely passable, slowly disbanded.
Hermione had a good impression of Drac, so she stood firmly and apologized. Drac did not say anything and was about to leave when Hermione suddenly remembered something. She hurriedly called out to him, "Malfoy, do you know where Harry is?"
Drac looked at Hermione suspiciously. "Your Gryffindor's Potter is missing. Do you need to ask me?"
"Harry is not a student of Gryffindor." Hermione finally understood the benefits of Harry's identity. At least, he could make the little Slytherin do not want to. "Also, isn't Harry your friend?"
Seeing Hermione's teasing gaze, Drac did not refute. Of course, a Gryffindor's Potter could not be a friend of Malfoy, but what about a savior who was wandering outside the four academies? Moreover, this savior had saved his life before, and was also his long-term training partner. The two of them worked together quite happily.
Seeing people coming and going in front of the library, Drac pulled Hermione to the side of the corridor to talk.
"Why are you looking for Potter?" Drac did not insist on whether Potter was her friend or not. Instead, she threw out another question.
Hermione studied Drac's expression for a while. She deliberated and told her that Harry seemed to be in a bad mood recently. Then, she shrugged and said, "So I want to talk to Harry. But I don't know where he is."
The savior was in a bad mood? Drac thought about the Harry she had seen recently. There did not seem to be anything unusual. However, Miss Know-It-All was standing in front of her. Drac could only say, "I know where he has been recently. But I think it's best if you don't go looking for him."
"Where?" Hermione directly asked the first half of his sentence.
The corner of Derek's mouth twitched as he gave a location.
Harry, who was being worried by his friends, did not know anything about it. He was running wild in the Potions Professor's cellar. Yes, he was running wild.
"Professor, professor! Why didn't the magic potion turn green after I put the Podula Fungus in it? "Harry asked innocently as he held the crucible in front of Snape.
Snape looked down and saw a pair of beautiful green eyes. His breath stagnated. Then, he saw the seemingly innocent little face. Suddenly, as if he smelled something unpleasant, he snorted and walked past Harry to the experiment table.
Harry, who was being despised, seemed to be unaware as he followed behind Snape's black robe. He was still happily holding the crucible.
After checking the materials on the experiment table, Snape's cold snort suddenly turned into a roar. "Potter! Why is your Podula Fungus still intact?! "
"Eh? Do you want to cut it? "Harry looked at the procedure table hanging on the shelf." Oh... "
"Oh?" Snape could not bear it and cleaned the experiment table. "Potter! If your brain, which is stuffed with Chee Grass and Quidditch, does not have the slightest room to remember the magic potion formula — get out of my cellar, now! "
Compared to Snape's usual attitude, today's scolding was simply gentle, so Harry did not feel any pain or itch. However, looking at the back of the old man in front of him who did not even want to turn his head, Harry still felt a little scared.
"Professor..." The child stepped forward, intending to say something, but the Potions Professor turned to leave at the same time. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Harry, who was holding a pot of failed magic potion. Harry could not avoid it and was splashed all over by the overturned magic potion.
"Potter!" Snape subconsciously wanted to pull Harry, but when he met Harry's bright green eyes, he paused. So, Harry fell to the ground and cried out in pain. "Ouch..."
To hell with Potter! To hell with the magic potion tutoring! To hell with Dumbledore! Snape pulled Harry up with a gloomy face, but for some reason, Harry clung to the carpet and refused to get up. Snape was so angry that he simply grabbed Harry's two struggling claws and "tore" him off the carpet. "Damn Potter — what are you doing?"
Harry looked a little thinner than other children of his age, but when Snape lifted him up, he really realized how small he was — he was still an eleven-year-old child. Harry, who was forcibly lifted up, did not struggle anymore. Instead, he looked at the Potions Professor blankly with his two claws held down by Snape and opened his mouth to let out an "Awoo" sound.
Snape was stunned for a moment and let go. Harry fell to the ground again.
What did he ask Potter to boil half an hour ago? Oh, it was an ordinary happiness potion, something similar to a tranquilizer. Then why did the failed potion turn Potter into a cub?
Snape stood in place and pondered with a gloomy face, but Harry, who had been thrown to the ground, was not going to let it go. After scratching the carpet for a while, he began to madly "Awoo" sound and began to scratch the Potions Professor's robe.
"Potter!" Snape was flustered and exasperated and wanted to pull Harry down, but the seemingly irrational Harry "Shifter" Potter thought that Snape was playing with him. He actually revealed an idiotic smile and "Awoo" sound and chased after Snape, wanting to climb onto the Potions Professor.
The mentally retarded version of Harry made Snape at a loss. Seeing that Harry was about to force him to the side of the storage cabinet, Snape hurriedly shouted, "Petrify all of you!"
Although there was no real incantation, the little Harry was still stunned for a moment, allowing Snape to bypass Harry and walk to the middle of the spacious living room. But then Harry realized that he had been tricked. He sat on the carpet in grievance and pursed his lips. This only made Snape sneer. Then, his green eyes began to water. This was very embarrassing.
Snape sighed in the almost desolate place in his heart. His face was still expressionless, but he squatted down and extended a hand to Harry. This made Harry retract his tears happily. He "Awoo" and rushed over, hugging Snape's hand and rubbing his head. Snape took the opportunity to clamp the child in the crook of his arm and hit him hard on the head. The silly child did not take it seriously. He even laughed and leaned into Snape's arms. "Awoo … Professor …"
"Recklessly tampering with the professor's surname. Ten points deducted from Harry Potter." Snape scolded fiercely. The child he scolded clung tightly to his arms and laughed heartily. His pair of beautiful green eyes were filled with a lifetime of happiness.
"Alright, this happy magic potion is considered a success." Snape covered Harry's eyes with his hand and thought to himself, "One point for Harry Potter."
Under Snape's hand, Harry's eyelashes trembled slightly.
In the end, Harry was pushed out of the cellar with his hand on the wall. "Ugh …" Snape's magic potion was still so disgusting, even if it was the antidote.
Hermione, who was waiting outside the cellar door, did not dare to greet him. Drac, who was used to this kind of scene, stepped forward and mocked, "Potter, why haven't you been completely banned from entering the cellar by the dean?"
Harry, who was on the verge of vomiting bile, shook his head as if he did not hear Drac's words clearly. He only let out a slow "ah" before saying, "Drac is here …"
Hermione finally pushed Drac away and came forward to support the collapsed Harry. She asked, "What happened to you?"
"Me?" Harry blinked. "I messed up the magic potion again. Professor Snape just forced the antidote down my throat …" Harry seemed to be reminiscing about the taste of the antidote as he pushed Hermione away and retched.
Hermione was speechless. She turned around and saw Drac smiling faintly. She could guess that this was not the first time Harry was like this. She had no choice but to help Harry back to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry vomited as he walked and asked, "Hermione, why are you looking for me?"
Of course, Hermione was not in the mood to chat about life with Harry. After beating around the bush, she said, "Nothing big. I'm planning to throw a birthday party this weekend, and I invited you to come."
Harry stopped and seemed surprised. "You're holding a birthday party?"
"Yes!" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Why? Are you coming to help? "
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