A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Harry swallowed, unsure if he should tell Snape what he had just heard.

But looking at Snape's black beetle-like eyes, Harry didn't know why a surge of trust suddenly surged in Harry's heart - perhaps it was that his sense of Snape had greatly improved in the past half month. Before, he was I definitely don’t want to tell the truth.

"There was a voice, a cold and cruel voice, saying that he wanted to tear something apart." Harry conveyed it truthfully.

Snape's face suddenly became serious, "Potter, this joke is not funny."

"Professor, I meant it," Harry said loudly, "That voice!"

"What sound? Are you sleepy?" Snape stared at Harry coldly, which made Harry not sure for a moment whether it was his auditory hallucination. Maybe he really heard it wrong?

"Okay, Professor, maybe I heard wrong." Harry lowered his head and said.

Snape curled his lips, as if he was very disdainful of Harry, then he glanced at the clock hanging in the office and said: "Okay, Potter, I think that's the end of today's content. You need to use the class to Review what I said next time and I will check it during class next week.”

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, you can leave now."

Harry nodded and tried to put the textbook back in the cupboard.

"By the way, Potter, just keep that textbook and remember to bring it to class next time." Snape's voice came from behind Harry.

Harry didn't answer. He strained his ears to hear the voice, but there was no more.Harry finally left with doubts.

There was almost no one in the Griffindor common room except Hermione, who was sitting next to her with a book in her hands.

"How was it? Did Snape make things difficult for you?" Hermione quickly put down the book and asked.

Harry shook his head, "No."

"Let me see between your fingernails." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand without any explanation, "Didn't Professor Snape ask you to clean the toad's internal organs?"

"Not only not, he even gave me private tutoring." Harry said doubtfully, "Isn't this weird?"

Hermione had a strange expression on her face, which made Harry even more confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know who Snape is?" Hermione asked.

"Are you stupid? Of course he is our Potions teacher." Harry reached out and touched Hermione's head.

Hermione pushed Harry's hand away, "He is one of the most powerful Potions Masters in the world. Do you know how many people dream of being able to get private lessons from him?"

"I'd rather trade with Ron." Harry said easily. "At least I'm good at cleaning things. I practiced a lot at the Dursleys."

Hermione looked at Harry angrily, "If I could receive private lessons from Snape, I would definitely -"

"Then you go and talk to Professor Rumple. I think Snape will definitely agree."

"I have this plan." Hermione said seriously. "If I want to achieve excellent results in OWLs, I must prepare in advance."

"But we're only in our second year!" Harry said desperately, hearing this word for the second time today.

But OWLs should be the final exam in fifth grade, right?

Why are you all so anxious? !

Hermione stopped paying attention to him. She packed up her textbooks and prepared to go back to the dormitory. "Tomorrow is Monday. You'd better go to bed as soon as possible. And Ron, I don't know what time he will be back."

Harry shrugged helplessly, went straight upstairs to his dormitory, put on his pajamas, and lay on the bed to wait.

An hour later, Ron came in, rubbing his right arm, bringing the smell of stain remover to the dark room.

"My muscles were stiff," he groaned and fell on the bed. "He asked me to polish the Quidditch trophy fourteen times before he was satisfied. Later, when I was polishing a medal for the 'Special Contribution to the School' award, I was so tired. Lucky's been giving me trouble because I didn't wipe the dust off the 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' name... How about Snape? He's not giving you a hard time, is he?"

Harry thought about it and decided not to tell Ron the truth, which would inevitably cause a gap in their friendship - Ron would definitely envy why Harry was so relaxed.

So Harry lowered his voice so as not to wake Neville, Dean, and Seamus, and just told Ron about the noises he heard in the office.

This successfully drew Ron's attention to the strange sound.

"Snape said he didn't hear?" Ron asked.Under the moonlight, Harry saw Ron frowning, "Do you think he is lying? But I can't figure it out - even invisible people need to open the door."

"Yeah," Harry lay down and stared at the ceiling of the four-poster bed, "I can't figure it out either."

......

In the second week, Harry was surprised to see a familiar figure when he opened the door to Snape's office.

It's Hermione.

"Harry, Professor Snape, please allow me to have private tutoring with you." Hermione explained quickly.

Harry glanced at Snape with a strange look on his face. How come he had become a favorite?

But this did not prevent Snape from carrying out his lessons.

But compared to Hermione's diligence and seriousness, Harry was like an inferior student, and he started yawning soon after.

This made Snape angrily poke Harry in the head with his finger.

Hermione looked at Snape and Harry with a complicated expression, wondering whether she should tell Harry what the teacher told her.

"I promised Snape to help him resurrect someone, oh, by the way, Lily Evans, but you should be more familiar with her other name, Lily Potter."

"Harry's mother?!"

"Yes, that's right."

It would be best not to tell Harry about such a thing, Hermione thought to herself, as she continued to listen intently to Snape's explanation of the key points of brewing sleeping potion.

October has arrived, and a damp and cold air permeates the grounds and penetrates into the castle.

A cold suddenly broke out among the staff and students, leaving Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, scrambling.Her pick-me-up potion has an immediate effect, but those who drink it will have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours.

Ginny Weasley had been ill recently and was forced by Percy to drink some energizing potions.As a result, steam came out from under her bright hair, and her whole head felt like it was on fire.

Raindrops as big as bullets pattered against the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days.The water in the lake rose, causing a muddy flow in the flower beds. Each of Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of a flower shed.

However, Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular Quidditch training has not diminished, so a few days before Halloween, on a stormy Saturday evening, Harry can still be seen returning from training and returning to Gryffindor's castle.He was soaked and covered in mud.