Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Be specific."

Snape made his request succinctly.

"Hmm..." Harry described it as he recalled: "It's blue lines, as if they were distributed along the traces of blood vessels."

"You're wandering around at night wearing your invisibility cloak again?"

Snape seemed indifferent to Quirrell's situation. His dark eyes were fixed on Harry.

"I..."

"Don't be obsessed with the vision of the Mirror of Erised. That is a dream that you will never achieve in your lifetime." Snape's voice was calm and his expression was dull, as if he was just stating the simplest fact.

But it hit the nail on the head and broke through Harry's disguise.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but quickly gave up.

Because, he knew, Snape was right.

Whether it is the warm family portrait of the Potter family or his future bride, they are all distant fantasies.

Like drinking poison to quench thirst, he would dream of the scene in the mirror every day.

Every morning when he woke up, he was enveloped by emptiness.

"I know. I'm sorry, Professor Snape."

Harry admitted his mistake quickly, and told him to punch the cotton.

Snape had no idea why he secretly hoped to anger the calm boy in front of him.

Eager to see him lose control.

Perhaps it was the face that looked exactly like James Porter's.

Even though they are two completely different people and he is Lily's son, he still takes his anger out on her from time to time.

He adjusted his mood and got to the point, "Quirrell... must have taken some forbidden drugs, or..." Snape pondered for a moment: "He was cursed..."

"That's right! Professor Quirrell has been nagging all the time. He will beg his master for forgiveness..."

"Master?" Snape keenly caught the key words.

He stood up suddenly, said, "Stay here!" and rushed out of the office. Suddenly, he turned back and took away a small brown bottle.

Harry knew that he must go to Dumbledore to report this.

Snape, put his safety first. Don't miss any sign of trouble.

Unlike the old bee, he almost became a meal for the giant eight-eyed spider, but the other party remained indifferent.

The hot cocoa in his hand not only warmed his hands, but also warmed his frozen heart.

The furnishings in the Potions office are very simple, just like the feeling Snape gives people, very formal.

Countless ancient documents on potions were neatly arranged into categories.

Potions materials of different qualities were also properly stored in sealed bottles.

On it was a label written by Snape, noting the amount and time of acquisition.

Potions are more like a rigorous science.

On the other side are the corrected student assignments.

Snape just happened to get his share.

The densely packed small handwriting on it was the man's suggestions for corrections to Harry.

He flipped through it casually; other people's homework was not marked so carefully.

Unlike Draco and Aurora, who often went in and out of the Slytherin Headmaster's office, Harry always felt that Snape kept a subtle distance from him.

It’s hard to describe that feeling.

It’s obvious that the other person cares a lot about you, but you refuse to show this side.

One of Snape's desk drawer handles was particularly worn compared to the others.

On behalf of its owner, it is often opened and closed.

This was Snape's privacy, Harry knew, and he shouldn't be overly curious.

But for some unknown reason, he seemed unable to control himself and reached out his hand.