When the savior is no longer the savior

Leigh opened his eyes suddenly.

Of course, Yier didn't miss this scene. His heart felt cold and his throat was dry. At the same time, he felt that the stomach under his chest was sinking like something heavy was tied...

"...Harry?" Il heard his own voice, light and unfocused.

Only then did Harry come to his senses: "Why do you ask that?"

"Answer me." El clenched his fist.

Draco sneered dissatisfied.

Harry obviously hesitated for a while, then he shook his head slowly: "No, I don't know, Il."

This seemed to be the answer he wanted.

Il let out a long breath, and his whole body relaxed. He was silent for a while, and then smiled at Harry: "It's like this..." He twitched the corners of his mouth, and the smile turned into a sneer, "Harry Ravens, are you still lying to me? 'I don't know'? Merlin, do you think I'll believe it? Or do you just take me for a fool?"

Harry froze.

Yi Er didn't care, his expression turned cold: "I should go. Also, I'm sorry about the Christmas invitation, but I'm afraid, I have to miss the appointment."

After finishing speaking, he ignored anyone, pushed Harry who was standing in front of him, and walked towards the Gryffindor Tower.

The Slytherin cellar was silent.

After a while, Draco came back to his senses and trembled with anger: "Harry, did he come here on purpose to humiliate you? He did it in such a way!"

Harry's face was heavy, and Ill's last attitude made him vaguely think of something - but it was obviously impossible, even if Ill had that thing in his hand, it should show the surname Ravens, after all, he was enrolled in the school that year. "Harry Ravens" was clearly written on the notice, a name already recognized by magic...

"Harry?" Draco's dissatisfied cry woke Harry up.

Harry shook his head: "Maybe there is some misunderstanding, I will talk to Il in two days..." He wanted to say that I would talk to Il in two days, but before I finished speaking, exhaustion and dizziness rushed to Harry's body His mind was so violent that it even made his eyes go black for a moment.

what happened……?

end of wind and snow

At the end of that day, Harry still didn't go to the hospital wing—in fact, that exhaustion and dizziness was only a blink of an eye, and in the next moment, they left as silently as they came, as if they had never Never been here.

However, this is obviously not an illusion.

Harry, who clearly felt his eyesight turn from dark to bright, thought so, this is a contractual relationship, and most of it has something to do with Il's attitude today.

But today, the relationship between Yi Er and him has obviously deteriorated...

So, is he wrong in some way?

Under the constraints of the contract, as long as he gets close to them, his health will deteriorate. After all, happiness is such a vague thing...isn't it a kind of happiness to be able to see and approach them?Otherwise, why did he prefer to endure Yi Er's rejection and want to make friends with Yi Er in the first place?

But what is the use of figuring this out?

He can't change, and he can't let go.

Here is all he has.

all of him.

The time has come to the snowy December without knowing it, the holiday is approaching, Hogwarts classes suddenly become tense, everyone seems to understand the exam is approaching overnight, so the library in the lounge Everywhere, there are students of all grades holding books and studying intensely. Judging from their posture, it seems that they can't wait to break one day into two.

In such an atmosphere, even Harry, who doesn't care about studying at all, can't help but increase his review time. Of course, he has been paying more attention to Il, and he has been trying to find someone who can match Il. Chance to chat.

But the brown-eyed boy no longer gave him the chance.

The calendar turned over day by day, and in a blink of an eye, the day of the exam arrived, and in a blink of an eye, the day of leaving school also arrived.

It was their last afternoon of the term at Hogwarts, and Harry and Draco had packed up and saluted to board the Hogwarts Express.

During the boring waiting time, Draco said aloud: "Harry, why didn't you choose to stay in school this time? There are always things you are familiar with here, and when the time comes, the professors will also celebrate Christmas Eve with the students who stayed in school ’” He was still bitter about not being able to stay with Harry.

Harry saw what Draco was thinking, and he smiled and said, "Don't think too much, Draco, even if you want to stay in school, I probably have to leave school too."

Draco was taken aback: "Is it because of the orphanage? They let you go back?"

"No," Harry shook his head, "But I still need to spare time to earn some money for myself, right? Although Hogwarts has bursaries, basically, it's not enough." Harry said objectively.

It dawned on Draco why Harry usually doesn’t look bad (the clothes Harry wears are not bad), and then he suddenly remembered something: “Harry, since when did you start doing this? of?"

"Five years ago?" Harry replied after thinking about it.

"..." Draco.

The weather is fine, and the washed sky stretches as far as the eye can see. Occasionally, clouds drift by, or they are piled up like cotton, or they are like white flakes.

The biting cold wind that belongs to winter was blowing on the platform, and in an instant, a long siren sounded obliquely, piercing the sky, and the old crimson steam locomotive approached from far and slowly approached.

The leaving students boarded the car one after another, Harry and Draco found a front compartment, and together with Goyle and Crabbe, the four of them occupied a box.

Harry set down the feather-charmed luggage.

Draco was leaning back on the train chair, sighing comfortably - not because of the rough place, of course, but because he would be home soon - he looked up at Harry, and said lazily, "You Going out to find Potter?"

Harry didn't deny it: "I'll talk to him."

The expression on Draco's face became richer, and he looked at Harry with a sad and angry expression: "How are you going to find it, knocking on the doors one by one?"

"..." Harry was embarrassed to say that he really wanted to use this method.

Draco felt powerless: "Harry, have you ever thought that part of Potter's daring to treat you like this is because of your 'big little conflict' that no one of you knows about," he laughed bare|naked "On the other hand, it's because you care too much about him."

Harry understood what Draco meant: "You mean I acted too eagerly at first?"

Draco raised his chin, and his gray-blue eyes naturally showed aristocratic aloofness: "No one will cherish things that are too easy, Harry."

"I know." Harry was silent for a while, then sat down with a smile, "If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it. I don't want to deliberately design and pretend something in order to get something."

Especially these, that is simply a kind of blasphemy.Harry didn't say the last word.

"And..." He paused, "But I'm really in a hurry, probably because I feel that there is not enough time for some reason."

"You're always used to getting things done in the shortest possible time," Draco commented, "but even if you insist on that bastard Potter, you still have a full seven years. He can't hide from you for seven years."

Harry didn't speak any more, he nodded with a smile, then took out a book from his pocket and enlarged it, then sat on a chair with his hands in his hands to look at it, he didn't mention the matter of finding Il again, he accepted Della indirectly Section's persuasion.

He suddenly thought that this kind of pursuit is not only a burden for him, but also for Yi Er.

The train came to the platform in the evening.

Night has fallen, and the sky is a deep dark blue, with flashes of light flashing from time to time.

After talking to Draco, Harry, who felt that he was really in a hurry, stopped trying to find Il (I can't be too weak to be bedridden after a holiday anyway? The blue-eyed savior comforted himself), and only mentioned Carrying the luggage, he went down with Draco.

It's just that sometimes, you don't come to whatever you think about, and when you don't want to, you find that it is actually by your side when you turn your head inadvertently.

Just like this moment.

"It's Potter?" Draco, who was walking forward with Harry, said suddenly.

Harry was slightly taken aback, and looked in the direction Draco pointed, and saw the brown-eyed boy who had been hiding from him for several days, standing no more than a dozen or twenty paces away from his left, followed by a A red-haired woman and a tall man.

Without a doubt, Lily and James.

Harry felt his breathing become heavy.He looked at them, and at Il, who was holding them by the hand—and at that moment the brown-eyed boy spotted Harry too.

The eyes of the two met, and then slid away.

Harry watched as El turned his face slightly, said something to his parents, then Lily bent down and smiled and kissed El on the cheek, while James turned his head and glanced at him casually.

Then they all left.

"Ha, Harry!" Draco's slightly nervous voice woke Harry up.

Harry looked away: "What's the matter?"

"My dad's over there." Draco pulled Harry's sleeve covertly.

Harry followed Draco's strength to look over...it was conspicuous, indeed conspicuous.

Platinum Xiaolong was angry: "I didn't tell you to watch that!"

"That?" Harry asked humbly.

"My family is aristocratic." Draco cleared his throat, "so my dad is likely to ask about your family background later... well, I told him something about you, you understand." He was a little displeased Excuse me.

Harry couldn't help but smile, and he assured Draco, "Of course, I don't see any problem."

He didn't tell Draco that he had actually met Lucius before - in the past, of course.

While speaking, the two had already come to Lucius' side.

This adult aristocrat from an ancient Malfoy family has much more airs than Draco. His shoulder-length hair is smooth and shiny, and he leans on a cane with a snake's head. He raises his chin and lowers his eyes , looking at his child with indifferent and arrogant eyes in the eyes of others - of course, he never even glanced at the corner of Harry who was next to Draco.

"Dad." Draco separated a distance from Harry early, and was greeting Lucius obediently.

"Draco." Lucius nodded his chin, and his eyes finally moved to Harry, "Maybe you should introduce."

"Of course," said Draco, "Harry Ravens, my friend, Dad."

"Mr. Malfoy." Harry greeted Lucius.

Lucius' gray-blue eyes were full of indifference, and he said, "Ravens? I'm afraid I haven't heard of this surname in aristocratic circles."

"Dad, I told you..." Draco tried to cut in from the sidelines.

But Lucius' tone turned cold: "Shut up, Draco."

Draco fell silent, standing next to Lucius, who looked at Harry with some concern.

Harry gave the other party a reassuring look, and then he said calmly, "I think so, and I haven't heard of anyone named Ravens in the wizarding world—sir, I'm an orphan."

"A Muggleborn?" Lucius' tone was full of sarcasm for a moment.

"Maybe," Harry said.

"You think you are qualified to associate with my son, Malfoy's heir?" Lucius asked.

"Why not, sir." Harry asked back, his tone always calm - in fact, except for those specific people, he had long since ceased to be easily moved.

Lucius stopped talking to Harry this time, and turned to Draco: "I thought you had Crabbe and Goyle enough."

Draco's face was a little ugly, and he called, "Dad, Harry—"

This time it was Harry who cut off Draco, and he said to Lucius: "Sir, I thought the relationship between me and Draco should be decided between the two of us, unless you don't trust 'Malfoy's heir ' can handle that."

Lucius looked at Harry with that haughty, obnoxious look again, but instead of refuting Harry's words, he asked Draco, "How are your grades this year?"

"Uh…" Draco stammered.

Lucius' tone became cold: "If you do this again next year, I'm afraid I'll have to doubt your ability, Draco."

Draco hung his head.

Lucius glanced at Harry again, and then he said unexpectedly, "I'll be waiting for you up ahead."

The platinum aristocrat raised his head and walked away proudly holding a snake staff.

The rest of Draco and Harry looked at each other.

After a while, Draco exhaled and said: "It seems that my father likes you quite a bit, Harry." He immediately said angrily, "But I am miserable! My final score was only third, and I was beaten by a nuisance." Melon seeds on the head, my dad—”

"Oh," said Harry, "Muggleborn? Are you referring to me?"

Draco said, "You know I'm not talking about you, Harry."

"Actually Hermione is really good." Harry said, and thought to himself that if he hadn't done it once, let alone Hermione, even you and I couldn't surpass it.

"Okay, okay," Draco compromised, "A lot of times, I always feel that the Sorting Hat is stupid enough to sort you into Slytherin..." He reached out his hand and shook it with Harry.

"See you after the holidays, Harry."

"See you after the holidays, Draco."

After speaking, the two parted ways.

Carrying his luggage, Harry crossed platform nine and three quarters, left King's Cross Station, carried his luggage alone on the bustling London streets, and walked towards the Holy Grace Orphanage three miles away.

But that was not his home.

He hadn't had anything like that for a long time.

Christmas came late in the winter blizzard.

After a day of heavy snow, open the window, walk out of the door, and look away, the streets, treetops, roofs, the whole world seems to be covered with soft silver clothes, exuding the breath of winter.

It was dark already.

The last shop on this street that was still open was about to close: the roller blind on the door was lowered halfway, and the light from the window also turned from bright to dark...Suddenly, after a small snap of a switch, The lights in the shop were all extinguished, and two figures, one big and one small, came out of the shutter door one after another.

"Harry, I'm sorry to trouble you today." The tall figure said aloud. It was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a bushy brown beard on a chestnut red face.

"It's nothing, Mr. Ross, I didn't make any arrangements." The small man next to the tall figure was none other than Harry. He was wearing the same old coat as usual, his cheeks were flushed, and he replied with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"Let me tell you," the middle-aged man—Ross—said, "whatever it is, you can't be alone during this big holiday, Harry." He handed Harry an oiled paper packet, Winking and laughing, "Turkey, Christmas present, take this back home, I bet they'll be pleasantly surprised."

Harry couldn't refuse the other party's kindness, he nodded with a smile, and took the things: "Thank you very much, I'm actually - that's what I wanted to do."

"Merry Christmas then, and I'm going first, Harry."

"Merry Christmas, and be careful on the road, Mr. Ross."

It's already eight o'clock in the evening. This street, which is usually not very crowded, is quiet and devoid of life, but the houses on both sides of the street are lively with lights and festoons. There was a faint laughter—but this only made the deserted street even more deserted.

Harry came to the garden of this strange neighborhood.

He was sitting on the bench, twisting the still warm turkey in his hands, thinking that this turkey should be his dinner today, so as to save trouble, and didn’t he say that at least one turkey is needed for Christmas? ?He just happened to have it.

Harry thought jokingly.

He is not going back to the orphanage.Certainly not because he was bullied there or anything.

It's just not necessary - that place doesn't mean anything to him.

The former savior no longer lacks company and excitement.

And what Harry Ravens now wants is no longer company and excitement.

Harry leaned on the bench, he heard the long sound of water coming from a distance, he saw the low and dilapidated bungalows and the tall black chimneys behind this row of neat and beautiful houses, he also saw the hanging The moon over the chimney.The bright round moon was being eaten away by the clouds bit by bit, from round to thin, and then disappeared.

Harry felt a little dark around him.

He sighed idly, put his hand into his pocket, fumbled a bit, and took out a hand-shaped prop the size of a child's fist. He muttered and it grew rapidly, and the toy-like thing turned into a toy. Decent withered hands.

"Aha, the Hand of Glory," Harry muttered, reaching into his pocket again and groping around until he found it and lit a candle and inserted it.

The surroundings suddenly brightened.

Harry saw the small fountain in front of him, and the chair slide and flower bed beside the fountain, and the black robe next to the flower bed, and next to the black robe...

Um?black robe?

Harry suddenly became aware - was there a wizard standing in front of him?Using the illusion spell?

As soon as he thought of this, Harry raised his head quickly, and his hand touched the wand in his pocket three minutes faster than his head raised—but none of these movements came as quickly as the voice of the black-robed master: "Mr. Ravens, I think you need to explain to me what you intend to do here at this time."

S, Professor Snape! ?

Harry's hand rested on the handle of the wand without embarrassment, his face blank.

"Mr. Ravens," Snape's voice rang out again after Harry hadn't answered for a long time, his face was gloomy (Hand of Glory made it easy for Harry to spot this), hissing, "Need me to speak again?" Repeat? Our excellent Mr. Ravens, at this time, this place, is not enjoying his Christmas with one," he glanced lightly at the withered human hand in Harry's (don't know It wasn't his own illusion, Harry felt the corner of the other's mouth twitched contemptuously), "What are you going to do with something that isn't very clean?"

Harry finally came back to his senses, he threw away the glorious hand in his hand as if he was burned, jumped up and stammered, "Professor, I can explain, I—" He suddenly realized.

Wait, it's a holiday, and I haven't done anything, explaining what...?

"I don't think it's necessary." Snape said succinctly, looking as if he didn't want to linger with Harry, "Now go back to where you live - immediately! Don't let me see you when I shouldn't See your conspicuous—"

A bad feeling rose in Harry's mind.

Then the premonition test:

"—figure," Snape finished.

Harry's face collapsed: "Professor, you can't do this, I can really grow taller..." He suddenly remembered something, "Professor, did the Hogwarts dinner end so early?"

"I'm busy today, so I didn't attend the dinner." Snape said briefly, and then he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Do you think it's useful to change the subject? Or maybe our excellent - aha, Mr. Ravens, needs him The professor sent him back? The reason is that he got lost?"

There was not too much sarcasm in Snape's words, and Harry easily remembered the excuse he had used. It was obvious that the other party was retaliating—so he really didn't deceive Professor Snape?The former savior said that the pressure is really not normal.

"Actually," said Harry, always unconsciously embarrassed about this man who had been an enemy for seven years and turned into a great comrade-in-arms at the last moment, "I don't really want to go back, there's no need, and now It's too late... Uh," he summoned up his courage and tried to change the subject again, "Professor, have you had dinner yet?"

He had already figured it out, and when Snape answered "I ate", the next topic revolved around the type of dinner.

But Snape frowned and replied impatiently, "No." He added, "But if it weren't for you, I think I'd be home for Christmas dinner by now."

All the topics Harry had prepared were stifled in the cradle. He opened his mouth once, opened again, and finally choked out a sentence: "Since there is no one, then Professor, did you buy a turkey? You know, Christmas always needs that." -"

Such a topic turn is obviously extremely blunt.Harry saw that the man standing in front of him was speechless for a while, then curled up the corners of his lips with a smirk, as if he was about to speak...

Then suddenly, Harry's next words came out so inexplicably and naturally: "Professor, since we haven't had dinner, or can you keep me for one night?"

"I can contribute—well, a turkey..."

Christmas Eve for two

Snape folded his arms in the dark, thinking.

to his house?On Christmas Eve?What an absurd and bold proposition...

But speaking of it, why did he feel that this kid was getting more and more presumptuous in front of him?Is it an illusion... Thinking of this, Snape looked at Harry who was obviously also surprised by what he said just now, but didn't seem ready to take back what he just said.

It seems that it is not an illusion...

"Well," Snape said, with a strange look on his face, a little annoyed and amused, "what makes you think that your professor - just a professor - would, on this special day, promise you Such an unpleasant request?"

"Mr. Ravens," said Snape, "do you want to order your professor around when you're not teaching?"

Harry didn't speak for a while.

In fact, things didn't turn out exactly as Snape thought, and Harry did not try to take back what he had just said, but it wasn't because he thought the idea was really good or because his relationship with Snape had grown by leaps and bounds during this dark conversation tension.It's just because—this guy is completely stupid.

Wait, what did he just say?Harry tried to calm himself down.

He didn't say anything... no no, he contributed a Harley... wait no!His contribution is clearly turkey!But he seemed to be packing himself while contributing the turkey...

Merlin, spending Christmas with Snape?And greasy old bats in Slytherin?My God, even in the most absurd dreams of the previous life, there was no such scene at all...

Harry blue-eyed ex-savior Potter screamed inwardly.

But no matter how broken his heart is, things in reality must continue.

Snape seemed impatient with the wait.

Harry swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and really said to Snape, "I'm sorry, Professor, you forgot what you said just now. I really had a brain twitch just now. I didn't mean it, so Professor, you go home quickly."

But obviously, if he really dared to say so, on the first day back to school-or if it didn't have to wait until then, right now-the Slytherin snake king would definitely chop him up and grind him into powder. Finally boiled into potions.

So Harry Potter, who was fearless on the outside but nervous on the inside, said awe-inspiringly: "Yes, Professor, you also saw that I have nowhere to go, so you can take me in!" His tone seemed to be too tough, so he quickly softened and smiled at Snape ingratiatingly, "Just take it easy and do good things, Professor?"

"Do a good job?" Snape looked unpredictable.

"Do good work!" Harry returned firmly, "I won't give you trouble, just for one night - er, I can cook, Professor, and I'm not slow to clean the house, I mean it! "

"Can cook home-cooked meals, and is not slow to clean up the house?" Snape repeated again.

Harry nodded without hesitation.

"Come on then," said Snape flatly.

"Huh?" This was Harry who hadn't entered the situation yet.

"Come on, Mr. Ravens." After repeating it patiently, Snape stopped talking, lifted his black robe, turned and left.

Harry finally came back to his senses. Although he felt that the whole night had been cloudy since he met Snape, he still packed his things in a panic——turkey, honorable Hands or something, and then took a few steps, followed Snape's left, half a body behind.

The long, endless street is wrapped in the darkness of night.

The snow on both sides of the road reflects fine fluorescent light under the dim light.

Harry, who followed Snape forward, turned his head slightly, and saw that the other's black robe was billowing and undulating in the long night, but it happened to be silent, with a kind of tranquility in the depths of silence.

Harry's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly felt that spending Christmas with the person in front of him was not such a bad thing.

After all, a festival like this can never be left alone, can it?

The Spider's End where Snape lived was not too far from where Harry used to be, it was only a block around the corner (no wonder the chimney I saw in the park was familiar to me, Harry thought to himself).And as Snape entered the door and opened the kitchen door, which was covered with thick dust and obviously hadn't been used for a while, all of Harry's peace turned into illusory bubbles, which were pierced one by one by needles. up.

"Professor," Harry held on to the cold door with one hand, and shook the rotten vegetable leaves that had just been taken out of the refrigerator with the other, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Are you sure you really plan to have Christmas dinner at home...?"

Snape, who was standing in the living room, glanced at the things in Harry's hand, and said nonchalantly, "I usually live in Hogwarts."

Does that mean it's none of his business?

Harry thought gloomily, then pulled himself together, and said "wait a minute" to Snape without looking back, then buried his head in the refrigerator, looking for various edible foods, trying to piece together a meal that was at least not too bad. Shabby Christmas dinner to come.

Snape had already started cleaning the dusty living room.He didn't have much of a liking for this place that was more like a lodging than a home, but even so, years of life had enabled him to easily find out everything in the house.So, the extra one in the kitchen... is actually redundant, right?

Snape was a little annoyed, because he suddenly realized that the "extra" who was busy in the kitchen at this time didn't feel too bad to people-God knows how much he hated those who tried to "understand him" with pity The person whose posture invaded his life, but this boy... It seemed that he didn't want to understand him, but understood him himself.

and so……

a child.

understand him?

It seems that I do need someone's company, Severus, what are you thinking?The other party is just one of your students, a child who is only 11 years old!

Snape laughed mockingly, cast another two or three dozen cleansing spells at the living room, randomly picked up the brown leather tome on the shelf, turned towards the stairs, and returned to the bedroom.

Exactly nine past fifteen in the evening.

More than half of Christmas Eve on December 12th had passed, and when Harry walked out of the kitchen with the last dish, there was a small vegetable leaf in his hair, and a lot of flour was rubbed on his cheek.

Snape came down from the stairs. After seeing the various dishes on the table, he was silent for a moment - obviously not because it was too pretentious, but because it was so ugly that it was doubtful whether he could eat it.

"Is this what you mean by 'know how to cook home cooking'?" Snape said questioningly, picking at the plate of noodles that looked at least half charred.

"It actually tastes pretty good," Harry said awkwardly.

Snape glanced at Harry, then sat down, took a sip...

"Professor, how does it taste?" Harry was a little nervous.

"Obviously Mr. Ravens' sense of taste is still within the scope of ordinary people," Snape said, and then he was critical, "although his aesthetics has surpassed the scope of ordinary people."

"It has evolved into the category of human beings." Harry coughed twice and said cheekily.

"It's a pity, but your poor professor thinks," Snape was a little surprised, and then sneered lazily, "it's degraded into a troll's aesthetic."

In the hazy yellow light falling from overhead, the atmosphere softened unbelievably.

Everything was ready, Harry pulled out the chair, sat opposite Snape, raised his glass with a smile and said, "Professor, Merry Christmas."

Snape didn't answer right away.He looked thoughtfully at the wine in his glass, and at the plain water in the other's glass, and then suddenly said, "Drink it."

"Huh?" Harry drank the water that was just meaningless, not even a third of the glass, in a daze.

Snape picked up the wine bottle on the side, and poured a shallow layer into Harry's glass—it was only a shallow layer, about one-fifth of the glass, and it was only a little more than one sip. portion.

But this couldn't erase Harry's surprise and excitement at all, he was almost flattered: "Professor?"

Snape gave Harry a warning look: "Only one thing, if you try to get drunk secretly at my place..." He smirked, "You will understand the consequences."

"Oh, of course it's impossible, I won't get drunk even if I want to drink..." Seeing Snape's unkind eyes, he suddenly realized the ambiguity in his words, and said quickly, "I mean I've never been so Thought about it, but, professor," he picked up the cup again, his emerald green eyes sparkled with joy, and the smile on his lips was bright and full of energy: "Thank you very much tonight!"

Snape accepted the thanks in silence.

Next, Harry opened his mouth, and unknowingly chatted with Snape about many things, such as potions, such as Quidditch, teaching tasks at Hogwarts, certain books in the restricted section of the library, and possibly Candidates for Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, and even a new order from the Ministry of Magic...

Snape's uncharacteristically long sentences, although the tone is still not soft, but it has become concise and peaceful (such as potions, he only commented that Harry still needs "a little trial spirit"; when it comes to Qui Di Qi only "hummed"; as for the banned books in the library, he simply didn't comment; only when talking about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the Potions Master wrinkled his eyes in dissatisfaction. Frowning, Harry guessed that the other party was dissatisfied that he still didn't get the position), it seemed that in this rare and quiet festival, he was also trying to create a night without gunpowder at least.

Time always passes quietly by people unconsciously.

When Harry ate his last bite of food slowly, he found that the pointer had pointed to eleven o'clock.

It's so late?

Harry yawned uncontrollably: "Professor... shall we clean up?" His tone was muffled by exhaustion.

Snape nodded slightly, and Harry started to clear the table. He kind of wanted to use magic to clean up the plates and return them to everyone, but considering that his second wand came from a bad place, and the underage There is no doubt that wizards can't use magic for themselves, so they had to give up, roll up their sleeves resigned to their fate and prepare to start working, but they didn't expect that before that, Snape had waved his wand to make these plates fly into the sink one by one, and then came a few more "clean up one by one". After "new", these bright white plates flew into the open cupboard one by one.

Harry silently closed his unconsciously opened mouth - well, as a man living alone, it is obviously impossible for Professor Snape not to have some cleaning magic, just like himself, cooking and tidying up Isn't the room and so on very handy?But what you know is what you know, Professor Snape does housework