When the savior is no longer the savior

It's impossible to know all the spells mastered at Hogwarts - even the seventh year after graduation?

And, isn't it too difficult?Most of your family's library has them? ...

How did Harry know about the nobleman's library?It can't be speculation, this kind of tone can only be that he has been there and knows.

But how could a child from a Muggle orphanage know this? ...

"Harry," Draco said uncertainly, "you... grew up in an orphanage?"

Harry froze for a moment, remembering the first two years without memory, he didn't speak for a while.

But this confirmed Draco's speculation.

Yes, yes, that's right, that's it, how could he never think of it?How could an ordinary Muggleborn, an ordinary Mudblood, have such a talent for magic, how could he possibly know something that even he, a pure-blood noble with a wealth of accumulation, hadn't learned?

How obvious!Think of Harry's wisdom in deftly resolving disputes when he first entered the academy, think of Harry's standard and elegant table manners, and think of the usually calm Harry's violent reaction to the word Muggle-born!

There's only one possibility - Harry isn't a Mudblood at all, he's half-blood or pure-blood - yes, Slytherins never had and couldn't have Muggle-born - and was born into an old noble family, very early He received an elite education when he was young, but later, due to various reasons, or power struggles, Harry’s parents died, or he was given up, so he had to go to the Muggle world to avoid disaster, so he has such strength, so he I can only bear the humiliation and say that I am a Muggle seed! ——

Thinking of this, Draco's affection and sympathy for Harry suddenly increased, and he looked at Harry deeply with a complicated and misleading gaze: "Harry, I understand. "

... what do you understand?How can I not understand?Harry's eyes were dazed, and he had no idea how much Draco had made up for his life experience in such a short period of time.

Just at this time, a slightly stiff and awkward voice sounded from the side, it was Il who had been silent all the time: "Are you... an orphan?"

Harry looked at Il, before he could speak, Draco, who consciously understood Harry's difficulty and persistence, sneered: "This is none of your business, Mr. Potter."

"Draco, it's nothing." Harry stopped the two of them from arguing again. "It's the truth." On the contrary, it will be complicated.

Draco snorted slightly, didn't say anything, but couldn't help thinking about whether Harry had always tolerated Il so much, whether he had something to do with him.

He didn't know that what he was pondering this time was really a blind cat met a dead mouse.

There was a brief silence in the showroom, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

It was Harry who broke the silence, and he continued the previous topic: "In fact, this magic is nothing, because it is only useful under certain very specific opportunities." He looked around and joked, "For example, now."

"What kind of magic is this?" Il said abruptly.

Both Harry and Draco were taken aback.Draco was the first to react, and he couldn't help screaming: "Potter, how dare you! Why did Harry tell you this magic!?"

Il was also obviously very unnatural, his back was stiff, his eyes were wandering around, and the impatient expression on his face was very rigid, not so much an expression of emotion, but more like a deliberate disguise to cover up embarrassment.

Harry didn't expect this kind of situation, he hesitated, first appeased Draco, and then said: "It's just a little trick, most of the Potter family's library will have it, and your current magic power It's not suitable for..."

"I don't think I need you to teach me what's suitable and what's not." Yil's tone was stiff.

Harry didn't speak.

Earl glanced casually at Harry, unable to see the expression on his face, but he knew—very easily—that he had hurt him again.

- how simple!

It's hard for Yil to express how he feels at this moment, he just raises his chin, making an arrogant and unreasonable gesture - only God knows how much he hated this gesture.

——This Malfoy-like gesture.

Then he saw Malfoy blushing with rage, his hands trembling and almost pulling out his wand.

Just pull it out, will he be afraid of him?Il snorted coldly in his heart, then he looked at Harry, and saw that the other party was frowning slightly and seemed to be hesitating about something.

—Of course you should hesitate.

This is obviously a spell that would never appear in a regular spell book.Do you have one at home?Maybe, but what does this have to do with the other party telling him the curse?

They clearly—

...is the enemy.

All of a sudden, Yil heard a very light sigh, so weak and short that it seemed like he had an illusion.

Then he saw Harry take a step back, as if in compromise:

"Okay, I'll teach you. But you have to make an oath, and you can only try it with the explicit knowledge and consent of Zhan...'s parents."

Il, with an impatient face, froze for a moment.

He just agreed?

— so he agreed.

That's how he taught him?

— so he taught him.

So easy and effortless to get a precious charm.

Ilho should be pleased.

But he was not happy.

Not at all.

Journey to the Forbidden Forest

Now that the words had been spoken, Harry didn't hesitate any longer. After using the Transfiguration technique to transform the rag into parchment, he found a quill from the showroom and began to write on it.

But after a few breaths, the parchment full of words was handed over to Il.

El took it, hesitantly looking at the parchment in his hand.

Draco grimaced and said nothing.

Harry ignored everyone and drew out his wand directly: "Now, then, let's make a promise."

Il looked at the things in his hands and then at Harry, and said after a while, "...Unbreakable spell?"

"I'm a witness?" Draco, who was on the side, also became a little interested at this time, and said slowly.

Harry froze for a moment, as if surprised, then laughed.

What kind of smile is this?Passionate and sincere, frank and unabashed, full of trust that anyone who is not blind can recognize.

"Oh," the blue-eyed boy shrugged, "no—I mean, don't bother at all, it's just a promise, Il, between you and me."

In a good mood, Harry called the wrong name by the way, and he immediately suppressed his smile, his expression slightly condensed.

But Yil didn't express it, maybe he didn't notice it, or he just didn't want to spoil the atmosphere at the moment, he just said indifferently but at least peacefully: "Then what should we do?"

"Pull out your wand, Potter." Also not wanting to spoil the atmosphere, Harry consciously changed his address back.

Earl did so.

Then Harry took his wand and brought the two wands together.

"Potter, will you promise to only attempt to learn this Charm under parental supervision?"

"I am willing."

The two wands tapped lightly, and there was a click.

"Potter, will you promise that you will never take the risk in private if you fail to learn while under their watch?"

"I am willing."

The two wands tapped again, and there was another crisp sound.

"Then, Potter..." The blue-eyed boy hesitated, "Will you promise not to mention the owner of this spell to anyone?"

Earl was silent for a moment.He just looked at Harry, trying to see through the other's calm and unremarkable face to see the other's hidden thoughts.

But no.There is no anxiety, no dissatisfaction, and no emotional fluctuations. Is the other party really not caring about this promise, or can he no longer control the other party's emotions?

Yi Er couldn't tell what he thought of the person in front of him at all.

disgust?Of course there is, but it doesn't seem to be all there anymore.

like?How could there be? ...But how could it be impossible?

Harry didn't know what El was thinking at this moment.He waited for a while, and seeing that the other party still didn't intend to do anything, he nodded, said nothing, and prepared to take back his wand.

But this time, Il, who had been silent all this time, suddenly rushed to tap Harry's wand, and then he said, "I do."

"Thank you," Harry replied, and then he looked at the time. "It's ten o'clock. Labor services can end."

"Yes, it's over." Draco picked up the words, and then showed a bored expression, "But it will last for a full 29 days! A whole month, and a Potter!" He didn't care about the "Potter" in his mouth 'It's right in front of you.

El glanced at Draco, but didn't shoot back.

Harry finally put away the scrubbing tools, and walked out together with Draco, trying to reassure each other: "Actually, it's 24 days, I have five days of labor service left, I can accompany you..." He stopped, not knowing what he was doing. Do I want to say 'you' at this time, or do I want to say 'you'.

Draco looked slightly better.

Il, who was walking behind alone, suddenly said: "Oh? That's really a pity." He imitated Malfoy's tone, and said slowly, "One Malfoy is fine, and one more Ravens -"

This time, not only Draco, but even Harry's face turned ugly.But he didn't say anything, and after telling Draco what time it was with a "reveal of time" spell, he walked silently to the Slytherin lounge.

But Il didn't end like this. He stood on the spot with his hands in his pockets, talking to Draco, but looked at Harry whose back was turned to him, with a strange expression: "Malfoy, let's make a bet Bar."

Draco, who didn't respond because of Harry and the approaching curfew, stopped immediately, his gray-blue eyes flickered with a cold light: "Oh, Potter, what are you going to bet with me? Hmm? Betting on the thickness of your skin? If that's the case, ah—then I'll have to bow down."

Il didn't answer Draco's words, he said coldly: "Forbidden Forest, Malfoy, Forbidden Forest."

Harry stopped short.

Draco froze in shock, "What?"

"Tonight, at one o'clock in the morning. Malfoy, do you dare to meet me in the Forbidden Forest? The Whomping Willow, how about we meet there? If anyone dares not come, let him talk to the professor about changing labor The time or the place of work, in short, I don't want to see you at all——” Il paused, “—you.”

"Potter, you're making it sound like we really want to see you." Draco smirked, and then shot back quickly, "So what if we all go? So what?"

"If we all go," El said, "then go deep into the Forbidden Forest, whoever can't bear to go back first will be considered a failure."

Draco's expression changed slightly.

Harry, who had been listening by the side, couldn't bear it any longer. His face was livid, and he sternly said to Il for the first time: "Il Potter, you are crazy! That's the Forbidden Forest! There are even acromantulas there! Such a 5X level monster!" Having said this, Harry's throat rolled, and he said dryly, "If you don't want to see me, that's okay--no problem, I'll go and talk to Snape tomorrow The professor suggested that let him change the content of my labor service. If this is what you think from the bottom of your heart, then from now on, you don’t have to feel uncomfortable anymore, and you won’t see you anywhere except in classes and restaurants When it comes to me—are you satisfied enough with this?”

With his hands in his pockets clenched into fists, and trying to look nonchalant, Il said to Harry contemptuously, "Aha, 'from the heart'? Come on, I guess I said It's over—don't try to teach me to do anything! We have nothing to do with each other! Mr. Ravens!"

Harry looked as pale as if he'd been punched in the face.

Draco relaxed his brows at this time, and he raised his chin arrogantly: "Is it the Forbidden Forest? Potter, very good, since you have such an idea, then at midnight, I will wait for you at the Whomping Willow. Don't miss the appointment." He smiled maliciously.

Yi Er sneered, and was about to speak when he heard a slight cat meowing in the distance.

It was Mrs. Norris.

The three of them looked at each other, regardless of whether they still had something to say in their hearts at this time, they all restrained and shut their mouths, and hurried to their respective lounges before the curfew.

When Yi Er returned to the lounge alone, there was no one in the golden-red lounge.The empty rectangular room was silent, and even the fireplace was extinguished at some point.

The depression that had been forced to suppress rushed to his heart at this moment, and Yi Er threw himself on the sofa, closed his eyes tiredly and weakly, and let out a long breath.

Yes, yes, he didn't like Harry, not from the start.

But after hearing that conversation outside the hospital wing, after Harry had hexed him without hesitation this evening, he didn't want to talk to Harry like that anymore.

He really didn't want that.

I don't want to do that, making them seem like enemies...

And it's only one-sided.

Time flows quietly without knowing it.

At 12:30 in the morning, when Il got up from the bed lightly, Ron, who was sleeping opposite him, opened his eyes in bewilderment: "Il?"

Il was startled, his hand shook, and the thing he was holding almost fell.He lowered his voice: "Ro, Ron?"

There was no answer in the silent bedroom.

Il waited for a while, then carefully leaned over to have a look, and then found that the other party had fallen asleep again, then he was relieved, put the invisibility cloak on his body, and quietly walked out of the room.

At the same time, in the dormitory at the farthest corner of Slytherin, Harry, who hadn't rested at all, shook his dizzy head, came to the washroom, and poured some ice water on his face, and then he woke up— —I don't know if it's because he hasn't grown up yet or for other reasons, Harry gradually finds that he seems to be unable to stay up late.

But now is not the time to think about it.The savior, whose hair was wet all of a sudden, wiped his face with his hands.

"Is he almost ready?" Harry murmured.Even though he knew that Draco went to Snape as soon as he returned to the lounge to explain that Il planned to go on a night trip, and informed the location and time in detail, but Harry was still worried.

Because Il mostly wears an invisibility cloak.

Only he knows about this matter, and it's not suitable to tell others.What's more, he really can't let go of his heart - this is a very strange feeling. In fact, the Forbidden Forest is not so mysterious to Harry. You know, when he was in the first grade, he was led by Hagrid. Passed the Forbidden Forest, and met Voldemort for the first time; and in the second grade, because of Hagrid, I saw the Octopus face to face with Ron.

However, Yier is different, even if Yier is much stronger than he was back then, he still doesn't want him to go to the Forbidden Forest.He cared about him, he cared about him, he didn't even want to guess that he might be hurt even a little bit--

Worry because you care.

Frightened because of worry.

Harry thought of his past, they—his parents—loved him so much, they loved him so much that they would rather give up their most precious life, and hoped that he would live a good and happy life.

Had Lily and James been alive, Harry wondered if they would have wanted or wanted him to be their savior.

But he was sure, he was [-] percent sure, if they were still alive, they would want him to be happy, would do everything they could to make him happy... just like his feelings for Il.

This is a loved one.

The blood blends together.

Harry no longer allowed himself to dwell on the memory.He checked his wands - two.One was a holly wand that he bought from Ollivander before entering school and had always belonged to him, and the other was a wand he robbed from Diagon Alley a long time ago and used it until school started.

Then, using the spare wand, he cautiously cast the Ignore Charm and the Disillusionment Charm on himself, and then cautiously opened the door, came to the common room, and then whispered the order towards the door.

The door of the living room opened and closed silently,

After a while, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the silent lounge.After a while, Draco in pajamas turned out from the corridor on the right. He held a cup full of hot water and stared at the door standing there steadily. In the gray-blue eyes, gradually emerged the indifference. complex emotions.

In the middle of the night, the castle was quiet and unpopular.

Harry walked all the way to the Forbidden Forest without meeting Snape or any of the other professors - which was a huge relief.You know, Il has an invisibility cloak, but he doesn't, and it's not impossible to hide it from the professor with his current magical ability, but it is undoubtedly extremely difficult and troublesome.

Thinking about it this way, Harry once again sincerely prayed to Merlin from the bottom of his heart, hoping that the operation tonight would be smoother.

Merlin seemed to have really heard his prayer.Just when Harry came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he saw a head appear out of nowhere in the Forbidden Forest—oh, of course it wasn't a ghost, but it was just Il who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak and just took off his hood.

Harry had never been more grateful to Merlin than he was now - well, just this life.He held his breath, put on Il carefully and quickly, and watched him put away his invisibility cloak and put it in a hidden corner, discerning the direction in the dark, and then walked towards the Whooping Willow.

The direction is right.

Harry figured it out quickly, and couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.But then he frowned—the people walking in front of him seemed not to be used to the forest in the dark, and although the general direction was correct, the path he chose was not easy to walk. Friendly flora and fauna.

After following ten steps not far or near, Harry calmly pulled out his wand, restrained the little things that were trying to stop the sneak attack on Ill, and then stopped and walked, and soon came to the Whomping Willow beside.

In the darkness, there was no sign of anyone around the Whomping Willow.

Draco would not come, Harry knew it long ago, but Professor Snape was not here... Harry was a little anxious and uneasy, he looked around vigilantly, but found no clues, nor Dare to use magic like the detection spell so close to Yi Er, so he had to suppress his emotions, hoping that Yi Er, who could not wait for anyone, would go back quickly.

One o'clock midnight is coming soon.

At this time, Yi Er had been waiting for more than ten minutes, and also found that the time had passed a little bit. Yi Er stood there for a while, then squatted down and did not know what he did.And then, Harry saw the other stand up, and—

——Then, he actually walked into the Forbidden Forest!

At one o'clock in the middle of the night!

Alone!

Harry almost swears, and just as he was about to show up recklessly and pull Il out, there was a sudden sound of Xi Suo from beside him.

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

But Yi Er, who was about to walk in, turned his head in the direction of the voice and asked in confusion: "Malfoy?"

Xisuo in the darkness suddenly stopped, and suddenly came at a significantly faster speed.

Yi Er's face changed slightly, he took a step back, coughed, his voice was clear and clear in the silence: "... who is there?"

No one answered, and the sound of Xi Xi Suo Suo became louder and faster, as if some giant was approaching in the darkness.

El tightened his wand: "Yes... what's over there?"

As if answering his question, the bushes swayed violently, and then a spider, ten feet high and as big as a cart horse, appeared.

Its eight blood-red eyes gleamed in the dark night, and it waved its pincer-like pincers, making a clicking sound, approaching Il like some weird thing laughing happily and cruelly.

Earl couldn't move.

He never expected to see such a - monster!Yes, who would have expected that?Acantara, a 5X dangerous creature on Fantastic Creatures, so huge, so disgusting, so evil--

They eat people!

Il's palms were covered with sweat, and his mind was blank. He cursed his cowardice in his heart with the last of his rationality, and then used all his restraint to raise his wand and cast a spell.

But what is the spell?Levitation spell?Leg lock spell?Freshen up?Armor protection?Burning fire?

He heard himself say something, but his voice was shaking so badly that he couldn't even make out what kind of syllable it was, and then he saw the terrifying giant spider raised its claws high, and——

Sighing suddenly appeared with the fire, and Il, who was standing blankly, felt a blur in front of his eyes, and was still immersed in the surprise of the sudden rise of the flame, when he heard the angry clicking and howling that obviously belonged to the giant spider.Then, the flames dissipated, and El's eyes were completely blank. In the blur, he could only see a certain huge black figure waving its forefoot and crawling quickly into the Forbidden Forest—it was obviously the acromantula.

It's not like running away.El's sanity and calm gradually returned.What it is chasing is the person who suddenly injured it.

The stimulation of the bright light gradually subsided, and Il could see the surrounding scene again.But he didn't care about it, he just tried his best to recall the scene he saw when his eyes were blank - the huge black shadow, the direction that the acromantula was chasing, he seemed to have seen it, and he seemed to have also seen a small figure ...

It's Harry.

Yi Er suddenly felt that he was divided into two people, one calmly and without hesitation came to the conclusion, and the other questioned the conclusion he drew in amazement.

How could it be Ravens?He's just a first grader, and you're still enemies.

How could it not be Harry?He cares about you—anyone with eyes can see that he cares about you; and he has that ability, you know, he has that ability, so he'll follow, so he won't see you in danger.

Yes, it's Harry, it's Harry Ravens.

Yi Er still didn't move, he just stood where he was, squatted down slowly, raised his hands and hugged his head.

Who else but him?

Who else but him?

El reached for the parchment in his robe pocket.This is his correspondence with Lily.

He had written to Lily a few days before, after he had heard that conversation outside the hospital wing, asking: - Lily, what if a wise man is always fooled by stupid pranks , for what?

— because he trusts you.

—Because he has given his heart to you.

"...I'm sorry." The wild wind wandered wantonly in the forest, and the silence of the night became more and more lonely in Yier's weak voice.At this moment, the young brown-eyed child finally let go of all his prejudices and felt ashamed and regretful of his actions.

He murmured in pain:

"I'm sorry, Ravens..."

I'm sorry, Harry.

Rejection in the Potions Office

The sun was still early, and the sky was dark like a dark curtain. A crescent moon stood on a high place overlooking the vast and boundless Forbidden Forest. It was dormant and dark, and the shadows of the trees were like ghosts, quiet and gloomy, like giant beasts devouring people.

On the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, Harry, who has dealt with the acromantula, is rushing towards the Whooping Willow - he is not sure if Ill has left the Forbidden Forest safely, and he can only hope that the other party will be more timid. After the acromantula left, he hurried out of the Forbidden Forest; he also hoped that the other party would have better luck and not encounter any dangerous creatures even if he stayed in the Forbidden Forest for a while.

Thinking of this, Harry quickened his pace a little, but after only a few steps, he stopped abruptly—the Whomping Willow had passed through the trees and came into his eyes, and there was indeed a person standing beside him.

But not Earl Potter, it was Severus Snape.

Harry's first reaction was to turn around and slip away—what's the face of Professor Snape?

However, Snape, who was standing next to the Whooping Willow, had already heard the voice, pointed his wand at Harry's position vigilantly, and said coldly: "Come out, immediately! I know who you are..."

Harry didn't move, he had a one-ten-thousandth fluke mentality.

But Snape ruthlessly shattered this luck, holding his wand steady, his eyes flickering coldly: "Harry Ravens! I'm telling you - get out of here immediately! "

What is more tragic than being caught by a professor during a night tour?

Obviously this is the situation now - the student who travels at night is not only a first-year student, but also travels to the Forbidden Forest at night; and the professor is not only a professor, but also the professor who the student cares about the most, but he hates the student the most up.

Harry was as wilted as a frost-beaten eggplant. He stepped out of the shadows and called out, "Sh, Professor Snape."

Snape looked at Harry gloomily.

Harry swallowed, "I-I'm really sorry."

"As I said," Snape said, his voice low as a whisper, and under the silence and gloom, it was especially cold to the bone, "I suspect that your apology is insincere, Mr. Ravens. "

Harry shuddered instantly.

"Then now," Snape's voice returned to grimness, matching his expression at this time, "follow me and leave."

Harry stood there without moving: "Professor Snape, have you seen..."

"Is that Potter?" Snape asked, and then there was a look of sneer and malice on his face, "If I were you, Mr. Ravens, I'd be more concerned about what might happen to me, like—dropping out?"

Harry's shoulders stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed again: "Everything is according to the headmaster's wishes. So, professor... shall we go back?"

This attitude made Snape very dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything, and led Harry out with a sullen face.

Nothing extra happened along the way.

Snape walked quickly through the castle, and instead of sending Harry back to his dormitory to rest, he took Harry all the way to his office in the cellar.

This potion office, which is located underground, has no windows and cannot see sunlight all the year round, is shrouded in dim light as always. The glass bottles with various animal and plant specimens at the foot of the wall make this dimness become depressing.

Harry moved his shoulders unnaturally because of the coldness here, and then he heard Snape's deep voice - the professor had never looked better since he brought Harry into the castle: "Take off your clothes."

One instruction and one movement, the guilty Harry raised his hand to untie the cloak without much thought, but then he reacted, his face blushed, and he stopped in embarrassment and panic: "Uh, professor, take off... clothes ?”

Harry had a hard time speaking.

"Don't make me say it a second time!" Snape threatened, and then he looked at the little face in front of him, who was full of embarrassment and a little flushed, and squeezed out a voice through his teeth, "I hope you won't Want to disturb Madam Pomfrey at the medical wing at this time!"

It turned out to be to see if there were any wounds on his body?Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know why he was relieved - in fact, in this case, is there any other possibility besides this one?

Thinking of this, Harry put down his undressing hand in a little hesitation: "No, of course I don't want to bother Madam Pomfrey. Besides, I'm not injured, Professor."

Snape looked at Harry for a moment.He smirked: "Well, no injuries? That's really good. I can go in and out of the Forbidden Forest at the age of 11. I have to say, it's really wonderful, it's like a drama! Excellent Ravens Sir. But you'd be wrong to think I'd believe that, or I'd have to remind our excellent Mr. Ravens what he did in the medical wing three days ago."

He was actually caught... Looking at Snape's face, Harry wisely controlled his mouth, lowered his head and made a deep confession.

It's a pity that Snape doesn't accept this trick—or rather, this trick has appeared too many times in front of Snape recently: "Come on, Mr. Ravens, I thought you could put away your guilt, I have to say, it's really cheap, like crocodile tears (Harry blushed instantly)." He hit the nail on the head, "Besides, you said you weren't injured? Then where did you get all this blood? ? On the corpse of an acromantula?"

Hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart—obviously, Professor Snape didn't know why he was late, so he sent Il back, even though he knew about the acromantia from Il. Things, but he didn't actually see the specific process-what a surprise!

The thought flashed here, Harry concealed his joy in his heart, and stuttered and started—well, making up a lie: "It's like this, Professor, I know that Potter will go to the Forbidden Forest at night, and I also know that Draco told you Yes, but I'm still a little worried, so I'll go to the Whomping Willow in the Forbidden Forest earlier and wait..."

"Night Tour, or the Forbidden Forest." Snape sneered.

Harry pretended not to hear: "Then I saw Potter coming to the Forbidden Forest. I was about to go up and tell Potter that Draco wouldn't be going and let him go back to his bedroom, but a spider the size of a carriage came out—"

"Acromantula," Snape said impatiently. "Does the excellent Mr. Ravens want to tell his professor that he doesn't know the scientific name of this famous creature? Given his full 'O's in his studies?"

Harry opened his mouth, and he suddenly felt that he had to lie to Snape, as if it was really difficult.But having reached this point, he could only bite the bullet and continue: "Then, then that acromantula walked towards Potter—"

"Ah, let me take a guess," Snape interrupted Harry abruptly. "And what about our Mr. Ravens? Our little hero obviously can't look at his classmate - his friend - he His brother-in danger, so he rushed up at once, angered the acromantula, the 5X man-eating animal on the magical creature list, and even forgot to send a distress signal to his professors. "

As he spoke, Snape narrowed his eyes and said in a soft voice: "I don't think Mr. Ravens would tell his professor that a person who knows how to use armor to protect himself doesn't know the simple light magic to call for help. Right? Of course," he smirked, "he wouldn't want to tell his professor that a guy who can use armor protection on a broomstick against a person falling from a height will forget to use the call for help in a crisis Important, simple, light magic, right?"

Harry was out of breath and coughed dryly twice to hide the fact that he really wanted to say that.

Snape seemed to sense it, his face darkened even more, and he no longer tried to get Harry to narrate what had happened, he just pulled out his own wand and said to Harry viciously: "Okay, now shut your mouth and forget about you That little story that's true and false, take off your clothes right now - I don't want all my resting nights to be spent on an idiot with a head full of weeds!"

Harry was startled, turned his head to look at the time, but the hour hand was approaching the number '3' immediately, he stopped grinding immediately, and simply took off his robe - the first time he really saw the face of the acromantula. Most of the robes were stained with blood, feeling disgusted and feeling like this, it's no wonder that Snape thought he was injured—then pulled up the sleeves of both hands: "Professor, look, I'm really not injured, most……"

Just as Harry was about to say, "It's green at most", when he saw the mark on his arm, his voice immediately stuck in his throat.

How - how is it possible! ?

Snape was also looking at it.But he didn't look at Harry's arm with rolled up sleeves immediately, but swept across Harry's whole body—there was still some blood on his body, but looking at it, it was obviously stained from the outer robe, not something he had suffered Injured and exuded from within.

Snape's mood eased slightly.Rethinking that Harry moved freely just now, it doesn't seem like he was being ruthless.