Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Hermione and Ron watched Harry's back.

Obviously there is no difference in walking posture from usual, but in their eyes, there is suddenly a sense of impassioned and heroic sacrifice.

He really has a big heart.

There was still Snape after class.

"Potter." Snape sorted out the lesson plans, heard footsteps, raised his head suddenly, glanced at his face and eyes, and the disgust that had just subsided surged up again, "Is there anything else?"

"Thank you for your teaching." Harry nodded his thanks, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Snape's facial features twisted, as if he heard some terrible disgusting words: "Oh...you can still hear thanks from Gryffindor, everyone who wants to take their heads off and put them on the top of the tower. "

"nausea!"

"It's like hearing a troll confess to a unicorn."

"Shut up your poor, hateful countenance, Potter, and get straight to the point."

Harry said: "I heard from Principal Dumbledore that my mother has some potion notes with you, I think..."

"Yes." Snape narrowed his eyes, his expression became sharper and more dangerous, "Lee..."

Having said that, he stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, and continued: "Evans does have a few notes in my hand, but I don't think you are qualified to inherit them now."

"Even a dose of scabies potion was so-so, and it fell into your hands, just like a troll picking up a magic wand. It can only be used as a firestick."

Harry stared straight at Snape without saying a word.

Snape became even angrier, and he picked up his wand and poked Harry's chest: "When you make a request, you must lower your posture. No one taught you before, but now I will teach you!"

"Potter, keep it in my mind!"

Harry flicked away his wand: "I may understand the professor's mood, but please remember, this is my mother's relic."

On the words "mother" and "relic," he accentuates the bite a little.

boom!

Snape slammed his fist on the desk, gritted his teeth: "Potter!"

"Professor." Harry wasn't afraid of him, his hand was already inside the sorting hat.

"Very good, very good." Snape clenched his fists, and Harry's small movements could not escape his eyes, which made him pour hot oil on his anger, "I thought you could change a little bit, But still the same pompous, stinking, arrogant Gryffindor."

"Evans has twenty-three potion notebooks. After the final exam this year, come to my office and I will personally give you a question."

"Don't think about notes until you get an 'O'."

"Dumbledore can't come, I said!"

Harry let go of his hand and nodded, "Thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape snorted coldly, left the things in his hands, and left the classroom without looking back. He really didn't want to see Potter for even a second.

"I thought you were going to fight with the professor." Ron clutched his heart, feeling a little phantom pain.

Hermione nodded.

Harry was puzzled: "Didn't we have a good conversation? Why do you think we are going to fight?"

"You put your hand into the hat!" Hermione couldn't hold back her voice, did Harry have any misunderstanding about the word "pleasant"!

what's in the hat

Gryffindor sword.

Harry shook his head: "I'm just wondering if I should pay the professor a custodial fee."

"Why did you give him money?" Ron clenched his fists, "He hates you so much, maybe there is some conspiracy to keep your mother's relics."

Harry put a little emphasis on his tone: "Ron, the professor is a good man."

Hermione looked at Harry with concern: "Potter, I don't mean anything else, maybe... you are under too much pressure."

"Professor Snape probably likes my mother." Harry put his schoolbag on his back and walked out first, with the two puppies following behind him, "My father's rival in love."

"But it should be more than that."

Rival!

The news was so shocking that Ron and Hermione almost ran into each other.

"Oh, how did you know?" Hermione readjusted her posture holding her schoolbag, curious and gossipy, "Headmaster Dumbledore told you?"

Harry shook his head: "Too obvious."

But...it's not normal to have too much emotion.

Like a pair of rivals in love that Harry knew, Yennefer and Triss, who were jealous because of the white wolf, were even good girlfriends before.

But not to the extent of Snape.

I have to find a way to figure out the reason - I have to admit that Snape is the most accessible master of potions for Harry, and he has benefited a lot from a few casual pointers, if he can learn all his skills ?

They formed a group and went outside the castle.

Ron and Hermione couldn't help being curious.

What kind of story did Snape and Harry's parents have that made Snape hate him so much.

But Harry didn't know either.

They discussed along the way, imagining the content of many novels—for example, Jane Eyre, or Clarissa. Of course, Harry's mother is not the heroine, and the one who experienced the grief of the past was naturally made up as Professor Snape.

Soon to Hagrid's hut - for Hagrid's size, indeed.

Harry knocked.

Hagrid opened the door amid a bark of dogs.

Harry was about to say hello when he glanced across the room, his eyes widened in surprise.

Ron and Hermione were taken aback for a moment—they hadn't seen any expression on Harry's face other than "expressionless" for a short time. The attitude of vice Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his color.

What's in the house?

They looked over.

Ordinary, even a little shabby, it made Ron feel like coming home.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Hagrid gritted his teeth, his face a little restrained, "Is there something wrong with my family?"

Harry shook his head and restrained his expression: "No, I just didn't expect... Hagrid, you would be so extravagant."

luxury?

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry curiously, especially into his eyes.

Can those amber lion eyes really see a world different from theirs? ——Gryffindor privately rumored that Harry's eyes could see through magic power and see through life and death, and the Dark Lord died under these eyes.

Hagrid was also puzzled.

His small life is comfortable, but luxurious... not so much, right?

"A kennel and blanket made of unicorn hair." Harry raised his hand and rubbed his face. "Wind chimes made of mermaid scales, and that one, how many Bowtruckles?"

"And those, are salamanders?" He pointed to the stove in the room, where there were vague figures jumping around.

Harry only named those he knew.

There is much more than that in the house.

There are more than ten bottles of jars on the windowsill, each of which has a strong magical atmosphere, the venom, blood or saliva of magical creatures.

There are also a lot of materials in the room that he can't recognize, huge carapaces that look like they fell off from large spiders, some old but still sharp teeth...

Hagrid's eyes lit up: "Harry, that's great, do you like these cute little creatures too?"

"No." Harry shook his head decisively, "I just like the material on them."

Ron and Hermione didn't understand the value of these materials yet, they just looked at the kennels greedily - they didn't understand other things, but the value of unicorn hair was clear, one cost ten Galleons.

This dirty, unremarkable kennel might cost thousands of Galleons.

"Oh, okay." Hagrid muttered, but he didn't take it to heart. Most wizards and Harry had the same attitude, except for a special existence like a pockmarked face, "Are you still used to staying at Hogwarts?" ? I heard from the professors that you performed very well."

"Not bad." Harry responded perfunctorily, his eyes still circling the room.

Ron poked his head out and reached out to take the big pie that Hagrid handed over: "Hagrid, do you know anything about Professor Snape and Harry's father?"

"Father Harry?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment, lost in thought, his hands trembled, and a piece of pie fell, just hitting Hermione on the head.

Hermione cried out in pain: "Harry said that Professor Snape and his father may be rivals in love."

"Oh, Harry, how did you know! Who's talking to you?" Hagrid exclaimed, his voice was thunderous.

Harry glanced back. "No one told me, but it's so obvious that it's hard not to see it."

"But it's just a rival in love, so it shouldn't be so malicious to me."

"I also want to know about their past."

Hagrid lowered his head: "Harry, I'm just a keykeeper, I don't know much about the castle."

"But...Snape and James have always been at odds. They often fight and cast jinxes on each other."

"Lily and Snape got very close before the fifth grade, but they were not lovers, just good friends. They parted ways suddenly. She and James were together in the seventh grade, and they got married not long after graduation."

Cross the sword to win love.

Ron and Hermione's faces brightened.

Harry raised his eyebrows: "You should know more?"

"Damn it! I don't remember Lily and James being so perceptive." Hagrid clenched his fists and sighed, "Talking to you is like talking to Dumbledore, why are you all so perceptive."

"But Harry, I mean it, that's all I can say."

"Maybe, you will think that Snape's attitude is very bad, but please believe him, the whole Hogwarts, even including Mr. Dumbledore, may be the last thing he wants to happen to you."

Ron muttered and questioned: "But Professor Snape's attitude, it seems, wants to stuff Harry into the troll's lair."

"Professor Snape is indeed reliable, and Dumbledore trusts him a lot." Hagrid emphasized, emphatically.

Harry agreed: "I also trust Professor Snape. He may wish that I was disfigured, blind, or simply changed, but he certainly doesn't want anything to happen to me."

oh…

Ron opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond to this passage.

Hagrid did the same, loosened his hand, and another rock cake hit Hermione's head.

Hermione suppressed her sobs: "I don't think this looks like kindness..."

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