Silhouettes of HP

question.Now that I think about it carefully, this is indeed a strange thing.

"At that time, you were hit on purpose, right?" Mentioning this, Snape frowned, "Otherwise, with your actual combat ability, it is impossible to avoid that Cruciatus Curse."

Harry lowered his head in embarrassment: "I'm afraid you will find out." If he knew the identity of the other party earlier, why would he have to pretend so hard in those few months.

Snape wanted to hit him with a wine glass: "Even if you don't know it's me, you can't stand there waiting knowing it's Cruciatus Curse, right? Great Savior, do you feel that every time you don't do something, you will be sorry for your savior's reputation? ? If the savior’s head is stuffed with Achnatherum splendens, I feel sorry for Achnatherum splendens! It’s simply the mucus of slugs!”

Harry was scolded obediently, not daring to say a word.Snape thought back to being cheated by this little bastard in those months, and now he wanted to strangle him.

Snape satirized for 10 minutes before finishing.Harry thought embarrassingly, the cellar snake king's anger is really not something ordinary people can bear, and he got used to it after being sprayed with venom for six years.

Seeing that Snape had finished training, Harry handed him a glass of hot water in a doggy manner: "Professor, take a rest and drink some water before we talk."

Snape: "..."

After the rant, Snape automatically returned to the topic: "Then what do you think is his purpose for using the Cruciatus Curse?"

The Cruciatus Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses, and it cannot kill people. If the other party knows this and still insists on using this spell, then the only purpose is...

Thinking about it, Harry broke out in a cold sweat.Snape's face became ugly, obviously thinking of this.

When Hogwarts was in school, students could not ask for leave or suspend school without special reasons, and the other party's performance was that even if they entered Azkaban, they would have to stay out of their sight.

"Could it be that we were wrong, not him?" Harry didn't dare to think any further.

Snape frowned: "Isn't he? That's Quirrell?" He shook his head, "Improbable, I've noticed him, the same as before."

Harry in this life didn't participate in the Quidditch team, and didn't even watch the game, so Quirrell had no chance to show him the "out of control broom" again.

So, they still have to target that Lestrange?

Harry glanced sadly at the ceiling, the feeling that things were out of his control was really - sad.

Snape coughed dryly, and asked, "If that Lestrange really took the Ravenclaw diadem, and he's out of our sight now..."

Harry said quietly: "Then, next semester we will see the resurrected Voldemort come back in his body."

Just thinking about it makes me shudder!

Hey……

Distraught by this sudden turn of events, Harry picked up his wand, and hit an empty potion bottle with a "split" casually. The cracking sound of the bottle was particularly astonishing in the originally silent cellar.

Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Snape didn't say anything, and calmly threw a "Restored" onto the potion bottle.

However, to their surprise, the fragments of the potion bottle were still lying on the ground, motionless.

Both Harry and Snape were taken aback by the situation.

Harry looked at his wand and at Snape.

"Have you recovered all your magic power?" he asked subconsciously.

Snape nodded numbly, for he had made sure before going to Gringotts that his level of magic was exactly the same as before.

Harry himself tried tossing "restore" at the shards on the ground, and the shards immediately turned back into potion bottles.

The two couldn't help but looked at each other.

Snape's magic power was originally much higher than Harry's. He thought that even if Lord Slytherin injected part of his magic power into Harry, he would not be much worse than him.But now it seems that he can't recover from Harry's splitting curse. It is obvious that the strength of the two is no longer in the same realm. Even, maybe Dumbledore may not be stronger than the current Harry.

"Lord Slytherin..." Harry muttered to himself.

Snape rubbed Harry's head reassuringly: "With such magical power, are you afraid that you won't be able to defeat the Dark Lord?"

His reassurance hit Harry just right, and Harry was relieved.

"Fortunately, Tom Riddle was a little simpler back then." Harry couldn't help but sigh with relief.

Snape looked at him puzzled.

Harry told him the process of accepting Haierbo and what Haierbo said.Tom Riddle didn't know that Hai Erbo still had a contract with Salazar Slytherin, otherwise he would go into the Chamber of Secrets and get acquainted with Lord Slytherin, and it is hard to guarantee that he would not be the same as himself now.

Hearing this, Snape just knocked his head hard, and said, "Do you think that Lord Slytherin is as stupid as you?"

Harry: "..."

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☆、Chapter 36

They seemed to have dealt with all the messy things at the moment, and all that was left was for Snape to brew the potion that would restore Salazar Slytherin's body and purify Harry's soul.

Harry took the initiative to teach Snape [Hogwarts, please open it for me. 】The snake language version of this sentence, so that the other party can enter the seven secret rooms at any time.

Snape didn't like hearing Harry speak Parseltongue because it always reminded him of the Dark Lord hissing to Nagini.But he also knew that Harry was able to defeat the Dark Lord in large part due to the blessing of Parseltongue.

Fearing that Snape's pronunciation would not be correct the first time and the door would not open, Harry accompanied him to the study in the secret room.

Standing at the door of the Chamber of Secrets, Snape's expression was a bit tangled. He never thought that one day he would have to learn to open the door with a hiss.

Snape's understanding of Voldemort is much deeper than Harry's. Harry is not afraid of him because he has never had a chance to know how powerful the other party is, while Snape has followed Voldemort since he graduated from Hogwarts. He has an instinctive fear of the opponent's strength.

Harry didn't urge him, and waited for him to overcome his psychological fear.

After a long time, Snape finally spoke: 【Hogwarts, please open it for me. 】

Once successful, the door of the secret room opened.

Harry couldn't help laughing; "Professor is really great, you can learn it as soon as you learn it!"

Snape glared at him hard - don't talk to me in such an idiot tone.But the irritability in Harry's heart disappeared after all this trouble.

Sticking out his tongue, Harry followed Snape into the Chamber of Secrets study.

Snape finally understood why Harry's face was weird when he mentioned this room.The collection of books here is really—so speechless!

He looked awkwardly at the words that could be regarded as paintings, and felt that he was illiterate for the first time in so many years.

Harry had accepted the fact that he was illiterate a few days ago, so he just quietly leaned on a chair and waited for him to find a book.

Snape put down the books with inexplicable scripts and concentrated on flipping through Latin and English.

Sure enough, there are many orphan copies.

Snape looked for it one by one, his eyes gradually brightened.Potions, Charms, Dark Arts and even Alchemy, you name it.It is more complete than the collection of books in the homes of some great nobles.

Snape picked out a few potions books about souls and packed them up, signaling Harry to leave.

Salazar Slytherin found a secret room on the eighth floor, not the Room of Requirement, but another room with a small snake mark on the door, which was specially used to teach Snape the black arts.

Harry followed the class for the first time, and Snape couldn't see Salazar Slytherin, and he was worried that the communication between the two would be inconvenient.

Slytherin changed into simple clothes, which were more suitable for fighting than the usual wizard robes.He stood in the middle of the room, quietly waiting for the two of them.

After seeing Harry's current strength, Snape made up his mind to learn black magic from the snake ancestor.The reason why Slytherin can share part of his magic power with Harry is because Harry is his heir. Such sharing of magic power can only be done in inheritance and marriage ceremonies, and the magic contract also stipulates that everyone is not related by blood. There can be at most one heir.Therefore, if Snape wants to become stronger, he can only learn by himself.

Harry asked the house elf to bring three cups of black tea and some snacks. He took a leisurely sip of the tea and watched Snape study hard and improve every day.

Snape glared at the little bastard who was about to watch the show, and said all over his face - when the Snake Ancestor is gone, he will strangle him to death when he returns!

Slytherin glanced at Harry with a smile, and then said seriously to Snape, "I don't need to explain the truth, do you? You should also be a person who likes black magic, and you should know something about black magic."

Snape nodded.The "Shenfeng Wuying" he created in sixth grade is a black magic spell.

Slytherin continued to ask: "I asked Barrow to find out about it in the past two days. Now the enlightenment magic at Hogwarts, regardless of the blood of black and white wizards, is mainly about teaching white magic, right?"

"Yes." Snape replied.

Harry couldn't help thinking: Barrow could talk?

"That is to say, since the enlightenment period, your dark wizard blood has been suppressed, and has never been fully released."

"..."

Harry almost smashed the glass in his hand.

Let the black wizard fully release his black magic, what kind of destructive power is this?Although he knows that black and white magic is just a difference in the attributes of magic, black magic can save people and white magic can also kill people, but as we all know, the damage caused by black magic cannot be repaired.

Presumably sensing Harry's surprise, the Slytherin stopped and looked at Harry questioningly.

Harry shared his concerns, and Slytherin just smiled and said, "Not all damage caused by black magic is permanent, and some can be repaired with black magic."

Harry and Snape had obviously never heard of it.

When Harry was in sixth grade, he injured Draco with the Shadowless Curse. Although Snape arrived in time to treat him, he could only stop his bleeding, and the wound had to heal slowly by himself.Unlike a wound made with white magic, a "healed as before" can leave no trace.

Slytherin explained: "Because the fear of the dark arts is too great to avoid, so few people study the dark arts well, remember that whatever white magic can do, black magic can also do."

Harry nodded.Snape took a deep breath.

Slytherin began teaching Snape the Dark Arts spells, starting with the simplest levitation spell.The black magic levitation spell is different from the "Wingardim Leviosa" that Harry learned before, that spell is very simple.

As a descendant of Prince with dark wizard blood, Snape is more comfortable with black magic.The black magic levitation spell he cast was not as stable as the white magic. After a spell was swung, the feather immediately floated all over the room, like a lost bird.

"Take control of your magic power and actively lead them to the wand," Slytherin guided in a timely manner. "The dark wizard blood in you has been suppressed for too long, and it is difficult to find a release point. They will rush around eagerly. Use Offensive spells are invisible, but levitation spells are."

Harry put down the glass in his hand and watched Snape's actions intently.

Snape closed his eyes, soothing the magic in himself.Gradually, his magic power stabilized and his feathers stopped flying around.

"Very well, now, float the table," Slytherin said.

Snape glanced at the table in front of Harry and began chanting.The table was easily lifted by him.

Signaling Snape to stop, Slytherin said, "Tell me how you feel."

It's easy to float a feather, but even with the simplest levitation spell, it takes mana to float a table.

"Easier than 'Wingardim Leviosa'," Snape took a sip of the black tea in front of Harry, "this spell cost me almost nothing."

Slytherin glanced at Harry: "Do you want to try this spell?"

Harry stood up without hesitation, picked up his wand and cast a new spell on the feather.

The feather floated smoothly, but Harry stopped quickly: "It's more tiring than 'Wingardim Leviosa'." His magic power has increased, and a little magic power loss and fluctuation can be clearly felt .

The situation of the two clearly illustrates the difference between black wizards and white wizards.

Slytherin nodded, "From now on, you will learn black magic together with Severus. A proper understanding of some things will not do you any harm, but don't learn too deeply. Your own blood attributes are not suitable for black magic. It's easy to use too much." Backlashed."

Harry nodded: "Yes."

Slytherin told Snape a few simple black magic spells, and taught him how to direct the magic in his body in a direction more suitable for the spell, and then let them go back.Learning black magic systematically for the first time should not be too complicated for Snape, and he will gradually increase the difficulty of training later.

When Harry followed Snape back to the cellar, he was a little dazed. He suddenly felt that their perceptions of some things were wrong from the very beginning?

Misunderstandings about Slytherin House and himself, misunderstandings about black magic and white magic... If one day, these truths are made public, it may overturn the beliefs of countless people, right?

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☆、Chapter 37

The rest of the Christmas holiday is spent in their studies and research.The soul-purifying potion is not easy to find, one is the uncursed unicorn blood, if it is enough to break Snape's mind, fortunately, they got a bottle by chance some time ago, although it is not much , but it is enough.Other potion ingredients were available in Salazar's Chamber of Secrets, so Snape's process of making the soul-purifying potion for Harry went smoothly, and he finished the first dose of the potion before the end of the Christmas holiday.

Harry looked at the bottle containing the light blue liquid that Snape handed him, and took it without hesitation and drank it down in one gulp.

"How does it feel?" Snape asked nervously.He couldn't test this potion on small animals, and Harry was the first to test it.

"Sweet." Harry thought for a moment.

Snape glared at him hard.

Harry smiled innocently: "If you don't believe me, try it."

Snape immediately took out a bitter gourd root and cut it on the operating table.You little bastard will suffer you to death next time!

"I was wrong, Professor!" Harry quickly jumped over to stop him, "I feel much better after drinking it."

"I see, what else?" Snape stopped what he was doing and said dryly.

Harry thought for a while, "Others may have to wait until I see Quirrell to be sure." I don't know if there is no comparison, the effect of soul purification is not as obvious as magic power purification.

Snape thought so, and let the little green-eyed troll go.

The students returned to school one after another on the day before the start of school, seeing Draco and Bryce again, Harry felt as if it had been a lifetime.

Bryce saw the studs on Harry's ears at a glance: "I think this thing is very suitable for you."

Harry touched the earrings, smiled embarrassedly and said, "I think so too, thank you so much."

Draco glanced cautiously in the direction of the cellar, and then asked Harry softly, "Is the godfather at school these two days? Have you met him?"

... It's not just meeting, but being together every day, okay?Harry thought awkwardly, but there was no expression on his face.

"Sometimes I can't write my homework and I will go to the professor, and other times I can meet when I have dinner in the auditorium." He replied.

Draco and Bryce looked at him adoringly.Professor Snape was really kind to Harry!The two of them thought at the same time that if others dare to ask the professor about their homework, they will definitely be cut up and thrown into the crucible!

After exchanging pleasantries, the three of them went back to their rooms.

Harry spent the day and night in the cellar or in Lord Slytherin's secret room these days, and only went back to his dormitory when he was sleeping. Today, because Draco and the others came back, he had to be obedient since the afternoon. Stay in your own dormitory so as not to be noticed by others.

so boring!

Harry glanced at the window he had enchanted, and outside the window was a magical starlight.

Looking down, Harry looked at the calendar. Snape's birthday was coming up.

What are you going to give him this time?

He has all the potion materials and potion books now, Harry rested his forehead with a headache, so the rest is...

He slipped out wearing an invisibility cloak.

Coming to the door with the picture of a large fruit bowl, Harry scratched the pear on it, and the pear let out a giggle, and then the kitchen door opened.

The house elves were in full swing preparing for the start of school tomorrow. When they saw him coming in, they all stopped what they were doing and bowed:

"XX is happy to serve Mr. Potter." "XX is happy to serve the heir of Slytherin." There was a chaotic greeting.

Harry's head hurts even more, he shouldn't be wearing a school uniform with his name embroidered on it, and now he is unrecognizable.But think about it, if they don't wear school uniforms, they can't guarantee that they won't call themselves "Mr. Slytherin Potter".

I don't know if Lord Slytherin has changed his magic signature.Harry was very melancholy, he didn't want to be surrounded by people as a magical species tomorrow.

"Okay, okay," he thought for a while, and said to them, "Don't call me the heir in the future, but call me Harry."

"Yes, little master Harry."

Harry looked around, and suddenly remembered that Dobby hadn't appeared in this life, so of course there would be no Winky.

"Give me flour, chocolate, butter, fruit, rum, and sugar, and you don't have to worry about anything else. You should keep busy with what you should be doing," Harry ordered.

"Is Master Harry going to make food?" The house elves cried very neatly, and then hit the wall collectively, "XX is not a good elf, XX actually wants Master Harry to do it himself."

Harry had the urge to slit his wrists and commit suicide.

"Listen, I'm not..." Harry quickly stopped their masochistic behavior, "There is something very important, I have to make a cake myself, so... I will call you immediately if I need it, okay?"

The house-elves reluctantly left Harry and left him an independent space.

Harry suddenly felt that the self-tortured house-elf was simply an ancestor, and he had to be coaxed in various ways, otherwise he couldn't get it right.

He looked at the materials sent to him by the house elves, and couldn't help hesitating.During the years at Aunt Petunia's house, Harry still knew how to cook, after all, they always used him as a house elf, cooking, weeding and cleaning, there was nothing he didn't do.But after he entered Hogwarts, he hadn't made food by himself for a long time, and he didn't know if the current craftsmanship had regressed.

Sadly, Harry melted the chocolate and solidified it into the shape he wanted.Strawberries are cut and arranged, pineapple slices are sandwiched in the middle of the cake, and rum is poured...

He tossed about most of the night alone, and finally threw the half-finished product into the oven.After baking, Harry told the house-elf to wait for it to cool before freezing it, and to send it to Professor Snape tomorrow, and not to tell anyone else about it.

The house-elves obediently agreed, and marched to see the Heir out of the kitchen.

Harry had been yelled at by the house-elves all night before he belatedly remembered that he was the heir of Slytherin and that he had the power to Apparate at Hogwarts.

Looking at the invisibility cloak on his body, Harry suddenly felt that he was really stupid.

Back in the Slytherin dormitory, Harry was about to wash up and go to sleep, when a time spell hit his head, and Harry found that he could only sleep for five hours.

A familiar cold voice suddenly sounded behind Harry: "Have you gone to the kitchen?"

Harry was startled, and looking back, it turned out to be his stepfather.

As the founder of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin wanted to know the whereabouts of a person too easily.

"Are you waiting for me?" He was a little embarrassed. After all, it was very rude to make Lord Slytherin wait for him in the middle of the night, although it was not his fault.

"It's okay." The other party obviously didn't mean to ask him to apologize, and said directly, "I just want to tell you that I will go to class with you tomorrow."

He has always wanted to see how the professors at Hogwarts teach students.

"Uh……"

Harry lowered his head and thought for a moment. Tomorrow is Monday, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class in the morning, and Professor Binns' History of Magic in the afternoon.

He sincerely mourned the two professors.

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☆、Chapter 38

The next day, Harry had an early breakfast and went to the Transfiguration classroom.

Lord Slytherin was already sitting in the last row of chairs in the classroom.Seeing Harry come in, he winked at him.Harry nodded calmly, and took a seat close to him.There were not many students in Slytherin House this year, and some seats would be vacant, so Harry didn't have to worry about whether someone would take the seat of Snake Ancestor.

Professor McGonagall came into the classroom 15 minutes before class, and she was a little surprised to see Harry sitting there so early, previewing the textbook.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Harry greeted her when he saw her come in.

Professor McGonagall nodded with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. Potter."

The students entered the classroom one after another.Draco and Bryce found a seat not far from Harry, and the Gryffindor students were still noisily sitting in the front row of the classroom.

Taking advantage of no one paying attention to him, Harry whispered to Slytherin in snake language: [Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor College, is very strict and responsible. 】

Slytherin nodded.

This lesson is a textbook for learning to transform parchment for writing into Transfiguration.

Women's intuition is usually sharper. When Professor McGonagall was giving a demonstration to the students, he suddenly felt strange eyes watching her.It is different from the students' focused knowledge-seeking eyes, but with the meaning of examining and judging.

Professor McGonagall looked around the classroom between teaching students to chant spells, but found nothing different from usual.

She was a little puzzled, wondering if she was being overwhelmed.

[She seems to have found you. 】When the students were experimenting by themselves, Harry said softly.

Fortunately, there was enough noise in Gryffindor that the two of them could chat without being noticed.

Slytherin looked at Professor McGonagall, smiled lightly and said: [Well, my intuition is very good, but unfortunately my ability is a bit weak, otherwise I could feel the magic fluctuations here. 】

He just doesn't have a body, even if he conceals his magical aura, it still exists.

Harry secretly smiled and said: 【Your little magic wave, even if the headmaster is there, you may not be able to find it. 】

The two chatted carefully, and after a while, Professor McGonagall walked in front of Harry.

Harry waved his wand at the parchment, and the parchment instantly became a Transfiguration textbook.

Professor McGonagall was surprised to see that every word in the textbook Harry conjured up was clear, completely different from other students who could only conjure up book shapes without words.

"Very good." Professor McGonagall picked up Harry's achievement and praised, "Slytheringa is very good."

"Amazing," Draco turned to Harry, "how did you do it?"

Harry replied, "Read the book carefully and pay attention to the position of the wrist."

Draco turned the book according to Harry's prompt, and sure enough, there was a line of small characters in the book that said, the wrist should be lifted flexibly at the right time, which is conducive to the casting of spells.

Draco also waved his wand according to the book. Although the textbook he conjured up this time was not as exquisite as Harry's, it still had words.

Gryffindor was still noisy, and everyone except Hermione was somewhat flawed.Professor McGonagall used to correct them one by one.Soon, amidst the hilarity, the Transfiguration class was over.

【How about it? ] Harry asked Slytherin as he packed his things.

Slytherin nodded: [Not bad. 】

This teacher is fair and responsible. In this era, when most people in the wizarding world don't like Slytherin House, she didn't ignore Harry's grades just because he was a student of Slytherin House.

History of Magic in the afternoon.

As a ghost, Professor Binns can only read in a daze.Watching the students fall asleep one by one, Lord Slytherin's face became more and more ugly.

Harry hurriedly persuaded: [Professor Binns' lectures are still very detailed, at least not missing a single word when reading the book. 】

Slytherin: […] That is, the history of magic textbooks will not be updated frequently. If you read a book for decades, you will never lose words, okay?

Harry looked at Hermione who was still taking notes seriously in the front seat, then looked at Professor Binns, and turned to Lord Slytherin: [I'm going to sleep for a while, I can't hold on anymore. 】

Slytherin: […]

Harry: Zzz

Fortunately, most of the students were already asleep at this time, otherwise their hissing would definitely alarm others.Hermione's seat was far away from them, and Professor Binns didn't care about anything other than studying.

This is the end of the first day of teaching inspection.His Excellency Slytherin was mixed. He told Harry not to tell Professor Snape about this, and he went back to his snake den.

From that day on, Salazar Slytherin took classes with Harry every day. Except for Professor Flitwick who was particularly prone to emotional agitation, he had a good impression of flying lessons and charms lessons.

This day is Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts.Harry came to the classroom early again.

He said to Lord Slytherin who was already sitting there: 【Shall we still speak Parseltongue?Voldemort is possessed by Professor Quirrell, and he can understand Parseltongue. 】

Others can't understand Parseltongue, so they usually don't notice Harry's hissing, but Voldemort understands, and he can detect something unusual in Harry just by paying attention.

【decide as things go. ] Slytherin replied.

Professor Quirrell enters.

Looking at Quirrell, Harry clearly felt that his head was not hurting as much as before, although the smell of garlic still made his stomach churn.Snape's Soul Purifier worked really well.

He took the cooling oil and rubbed it under his nose, then secretly stuffed the cooling oil into Snake Ancestor.

Slytherin took it, wiped a little on his hand, and put it on his nose to sniff lightly, and the uncomfortable feeling immediately improved a lot.It can make an incorporeal person so uncomfortable, one can imagine how terrible the smell of Quirrell is.

"Listen to me, don't answer." Slytherin whispered in English next to Harry's ear, "The dark magic aura behind his turban is very strong, it should be the soul of that person, right?"

Harry nodded nonchalantly.

"This kind of black magic is very complicated. Go back and tell Severus, don't think about potions anymore. There is a spell that can solve the problem, but only he can use it. You can't. If you cast that spell, the dead will only It'll be Quirrell, unscathed."

Harry frowned.

"I know what you want to say." Slytherin interrupted his doubts, "And even if Severus came to cast the spell, it would consume a lot of his magic power, so I suggest you let him go this time. "

Students began to pour into the classroom.

Draco couldn't help being curious when he saw Harry sitting in the back row of the classroom: "You have been elusive since the Christmas holidays, and you have become particularly active in class."

Harry smiled sheepishly: "Isn't it time to prepare for the final exam?"

Draco: "..." It's almost half a year before the final exam, who are you lying to? You!

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☆、Chapter 39

This day was Potions class for the Gryffindor and Slytherin fourth-year students, and Snape attended until dinner.A Gryffindor idiot blew up the cauldron again, splashing potions all over him, but it didn't do any harm.After snarling and deducting twenty points from Gryffindor, he decided to go back to the cellar to take a shower before eating.

As soon as he entered the cellar door, his big nose smelled a strange smell, mixed with the smell of wine and chocolate. His eyes glanced at the desk, and sure enough, there was a big cake on it.

He glanced at the calendar, January 1th.

Throughout Hogwarts, the only one who can remember his birthday is probably a little green-eyed troll.

The corner of Snape's mouth was slightly raised, and he opened the cake box in a good mood. As he expected, on the cake was the savior who wrote in crooked characters with chocolate: HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

He was hesitating while taking a shower, whether he should call Harry over to eat together. This time is different from the Christmas holiday, and many things are inconvenient, but he couldn't bear to leave Harry alone like this. After thinking for a long time, he Finally there is a way.

Summoned his Patronus who had completely turned into a fox, and let it call Harry to the cellar.Harry's movements were swift, and within seconds he was Apparating into the cellar.

"What's wrong, Sev?"

He had just put his books back in the dormitory after class, and before he had time to go to the auditorium for dinner, he was summoned by Snape.

"You made it?" Snape asked, pointing at the cake.

Still the same stern face, but Harry could tell he was in a good mood, "Yeah."

"Follow me somewhere." Snape took the cake and picked up the Floo powder and walked to the fire, "Spider's End."

Harry followed him, dropping a handful of floo powder as well.

Snape's End is Snape's private residence.He's lived here since he was born, and since his parents died, it's more of a temporary residence than a home for him, spending most of his time at Hogwarts.

The house was deserted. Although it was clean and tidy, it obviously looked like no one had lived there for a long time.

"Sit down," Snape motioned Harry to get off the sofa, and lit the fire with a spell, "I'll get some wine."

The eight teeth that Harry showed were just right to tell the other party how he felt.Snape snorted coldly and went to his storeroom.

Snape's wine was of course good wine. Harry saw that the other party brought two wine glasses, and his exposed teeth changed from eight to sixteen in an instant.

Snape gave him a hard look: "You little bastard, if you dare to get me drunk..."

Harry approached fawningly and promised, "No, no, don't worry."

Considering that this little troll was already an adult, although his body was still 12 years old, his mind should be mature, Snape poured him a drink with confidence.

The two chatted while drinking and eating cakes, and the atmosphere was in a mess.For the first time, Harry realized that Snape was a man of great knowledge, whether it was black magic or potions, he had extremely in-depth research.In the previous life, the prejudice and misunderstanding between the two people were too deep. They never recognized each other clearly. Now that they have such an environment, they are both immersed in a deep sense of happiness.It feels so good to start all over again.

However, the good times did not last long.

After drinking the first glass of wine, Harry felt warm all over his body, the second glass, he began to feel a little dizzy, and the third glass...his eyes began to lose focus.

Seeing his expression, Snape suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Professor..." Harry smirked into Snape's arms.

Snape: "..." He really underestimated this brat, a troll is a troll, he has no brains!

Snape supported the little bastard who was already swaying, and began to regret why he had to convulse today to bring the savior back to his home!

Objectively speaking, the wines of His Excellency the Savior are really bad.He hugged Snape tightly at first, and then refused to let go no matter what.

"Don't!" There was a hint of crying in Harry's voice, "If you let go of you, you won't want me anymore, and you're going to find Voldemort's snake face again!" From laughing to crying, it was very difficult for Harry who was drunk. It's a matter of a split second.

Snape: "..." He swore that since Lily's death, he never went to the Dark Lord voluntarily!

He coaxed patiently: "I won't go to him, I just want you."

"Liar," said Harry's emerald eyes, plaintive and accusatory, "you want my mother!"

Snape: "..." If he still liked Lily, he wouldn't have returned to Harry when he was reborn.