Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Harry, dear, I'm sorry... our conversation today can only go here."

"Okay, Professor, sorry to bother you."

within reason.

How could the headmaster of Hogwarts and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot listen to the advice of a little wizard?

Harry's flawless behavior made it impossible for Dumbledore to do anything.

I don't think he could know the content of the letter.

At the Slytherin table, the seats for the platinum siblings were vacated.

Zabini, Nott, Parkinson, and Greengrass were all eager to take that position.

"The Malfoy family seems to have disappeared collectively!"

"The Malfoy family head has never made a public appearance, and we can only communicate through letters."

"Not really. Abraxas is still here. He even received our whole family last week. However, he doesn't seem to be that worried about his children..."

"Maybe the Malfoy family is on vacation?"

"Harry, why didn't they take you?" Suddenly, the conversation turned to him.

It's Zabini.

His words were sharp and pointed, and he showed no sign of restraining himself even when facing the Malfoys.

"Someone has to stay to study hard." Harry raised the book in his hand: "I'll be responsible for taking notes."

"That's right. Aurora is a little pedantic. She will definitely pester you all day long..." Zabini teased.

Harry didn't comment, but just unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

For some reason, Defense Against the Dark Arts was also suspended for two weeks.

The reason given was that Professor Quirrell's mother was ill and he needed to leave Hogwarts for a while.

However, every night when Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and wandered around the Mirror of Erised, Professor Quirrell would always appear.

He still undressed in front of the mirror.

However, in addition to the scars accumulated over the years, there were also some strange patterns on his body.

At first there was only a little bit, then it spread all over the body.

He screamed heartbreakingly, knelt in front of the mirror, and begged for forgiveness and pardon from his "master".

Kneeling to the air.

"Master, it hurts so much... Please... Please help me..."

He scratched himself until his skin was torn and his screams were endless.

Harry couldn't bear it any longer and ran to the cellar.

In front of Snape's office is a portrait of Medusa.

This time, it was rare that Medusa didn't tease him: "Little Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"I...Is Professor Snape here? I need to see him...urgent!"

"The master is brewing potion...you'd better be serious!" Medusa is tough on the outside but soft on the inside, just like her master.

She let Harry in directly, forgetting even to mention the password.

Snape looked at the person who came through the steam rising from the cauldron, and finally swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

Harry was not a Gryffindor reckless person. Instead, he was quite sensible and would never break into his office unless it was absolutely necessary.

He looked so panic-stricken, which was unprecedented.

The amazing green eyes were full of helplessness and confusion.

Snape tapped the table with his fingertips, and a cup of hot cocoa appeared in front of him.

He folded his arms across his chest and looked away.

Seeing this, Harry quickly took the cup in his hand.

The cold cellar neutralized the scalding hot cocoa.

"Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell did not leave Hogwarts. I saw him kneeling naked in front of the Mirror of Erised. He seemed to be infected with some virus..."

Harry took a deep breath and told everyone exactly what he had seen and heard.

Snape's brows furrowed.