After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"OK, you always have reasons, but the fact is that we don't care. After all, what kind of life Harry Potter leads has nothing to do with us." Draco shrugged.

Dumbledore restrained his smile and said, "I thought you were different from other Slytherin students. You had no prejudice against Harry and you might become his friends."

"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, are you sure you want to talk to us like this?" Yang Mei stopped talking nonsense. "Don't you know who we are? Not everyone can be a friend of the Selwyn and Malfoy families. The headmaster is meddling too much!"

The conversation had already gone beyond Dumbledore's expectations.

He originally thought that Selwyn and Malfoy should be the same age as Harry, hating evil and sympathizing with the weak.

If they were not overly prejudiced against Harry, he should be able to arouse their sympathy for Harry in just a few words and make them agree to provide some help to Harry.

"Harry is different. He is very important to the wizarding world." Dumbledore sighed and said, "The wizarding world will not be stable for long. When that happens, Harry will play a vital role."

Yang Mei yawned loudly: “Mr. Principal, you may not know my outlook on life. I believe in enjoying life and getting by. A minor illness is a serious illness and I will die.

You said the wizarding world is about to face a disaster? Sorry, I don't really believe in saviors. If the Selwyn family can't escape the disaster, why should I believe that Harry Potter can turn the tide?

Is it just because of his courage?

Regarding this point, I really admire the infectiousness of Gryffindor House.

Harry Potter's previous living environment determined his character. When he was first seen in Diagon Alley, he was still shy, timid, inferior and sensitive.

It had only been a few days since he entered Gryffindor, but he already dared to disrespect and talk back to his professor in class.

I think if someone hadn't stopped him, he would have beaten up poor Professor Snape!"

Dumbledore was speechless, but a smile flashed in Snape's eyes.

"Principal, if there is nothing else, we will leave. It's almost time for dinner." Yang Mei had agreed with the house-elf early in the morning that they would have tomato beef brisket tonight and they couldn't waste time here.

Yang Mei and Draco stood up and walked out the door.

"Mr. Selwyn, if you don't help Harry, will you hinder him?" Dumbledore said with a hint of meaning.

Yang didn't even raise an eyebrow in response: "That depends on my mood, Mr. Principal."

Dumbledore and Snape were the only ones left in the office. The old headmasters who were sleeping in the portraits had woken up without knowing when.

Snape glanced at the wall. "Albus, I advise you to stop thinking about these evil things."

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with sorrow: "Severus, my child, you know, I do all this for the future of the wizarding world."

Snape was tired of hearing these clichés, he sneered and strode away.

"Will Snape go back on his word? He seems to value these two students from his college very much." said Armando Dippet.

He was the previous headmaster of Hogwarts and had personally witnessed the rise of the Dark Lord.

"No, Harry is Lily's son anyway." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with wisdom. "As for the two children, not only are they smart, but more importantly, they are the children of the Malfoy and Selwyn families. It is reasonable for Severus to pay more attention to them."

……

"What's going on? Is he ordering us to be friends with Potter? Who does he think he is?" Draco hadn't been so speechless for a long time.

He is the young master of the Malfoy family. Why would he be friends with Potter if there is no necessary reason?

Dumbledore was slightly wrong in his estimation. Draco was not as compassionate and weak as he had imagined he should be at this age. Instead, he was rebellious as befitted his age.

It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but as soon as he said that he hoped they would make friends with Harry, Draco became rebellious and decided that the more you want me to make friends with him, the more I won't.

"I didn't expect Dumbledore to be such a self-evident person." Yang Mei seemed to be thinking about something. Is it because he is old?

"He saw that you were young and thought that you would feel sympathy once you heard about Potter's miserable childhood." Snape caught up from behind and paused. "He is not after you two, but the family behind you."

"Severus, are you on his side?" Yang Mei asked seriously.

Yang Mei didn't know much about Snape's past. She only knew that he was a half-blood and had a very miserable childhood. Thanks to his study at Hogwarts, he awakened his extraordinary talent in potions and was able to change his fate. He was even valued by the Dark Lord because of this.

But he seemed to have mixed feelings about Harry Potter.

Disgusted yet concerned.

He seemed to be missing someone old through Harry Potter.

Could there be a melodramatic story in it? Yang Mei smacked her lips.

Snape was a little confused by Yang Mei's question.

Is he on Dumbledore's side? Yes, without a doubt.

But he joined the Death Eaters and served the Dark Lord willingly; he was not forced to do so.

If it weren't for Lily, he wouldn't have worked for Dumbledore! What's so good about the Order of the Phoenix? No one there welcomes him. They only speak ill of him...

For a moment, Snape's thoughts were in a mess, and past memories filled his mind in a mess.

Seeing him like this, Yang Mei didn't want to let him go.

"Severus, what will you do if Voldemort is able to return?"

Snape's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, what a coincidence." A person slowly turned out from the corner of the corridor.

It's Quirrell.

Yang Mei looked at him with raised eyebrows. What's wrong with this guy? Is he eavesdropping?

Snape immediately returned to his normal state: "Professor Quirrell, eavesdropping on other people's conversations is not a good habit."

Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, spread his hands innocently: "I just happened to pass by, I didn't eavesdrop."