The Fate of Harry Potter

Since she spent most of the night brewing potions at Snape's place, Nydia was still doing her homework when Sirius appeared in the fireplace, but this also left her alone.

In the common room grounds too!

"I thought you would have finished all your homework before I came," Sirius said.

"I hope so too, but most of my time is spent in confinement!" Nidia sighed helplessly.

"Confinement? What did you do? Who put you in confinement?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Snape..." Nydia blushed as she recalled the reason why she was imprisoned. It was impossible for her to tell Sirius the truth.

"That snot-nosed guy actually locked you up! He must be looking for trouble!" Sirius said with conviction.

"Um... well, why is your relationship with Snape so bad? How much conflict did you have when you were in school? It can actually last from your student days to this day." Nydia asked curiously.

, because she felt that Snape's dislike for Sirius and the others was more than just a few pranks.

"It was just a joke. I didn't expect that snot-nosed man to be so lacking in humor..." Sirius looked elsewhere, "It should be said that he and we are two completely different types of people. We are naturally incompatible...

…”

Nydia could tell that Sirius was deliberately hiding something, but she didn't say anything. "The relationship between Draco and Harry used to be very bad. I used to think that they were two completely different types of people."

, it is impossible to live in peace, but now I feel that is not the case. If they are willing to put aside their prejudices against each other, it is possible for them to become friends." The last time Harry knew that Draco had chosen a neutral attitude, Nettie

Yan could sense that Harry was disappointed.

"...Harry and Draco...it would be nice if they could get along well..." Sirius didn't want to continue talking about this topic, "I said, if you haven't finished your homework, won't we be able to practice today?

Wolfsbane potion?"

"You can follow the list I gave you first, and ask me if you are unsure about anything," Nidia said. "I can't see the status of the medicine in your crucible, so you need to tell me at any time.

Such is the thickness of the color.”

"Okay! Then I'll start making it myself!" Sirius lowered his head, as if he was preparing the ingredients for the potion.

"By the way, has Snape known Harry's mother before? What's their relationship like?" Nydia thought of the little red-haired girl in Snape's memory again, and she wondered if that could be Harry.

Leigh's mother, because they both have dark red hair.

"What! Why do you ask this? Did Snape say something to you?" Sirius turned to look at Nydia in surprise.

Nydia originally asked casually, thinking that it was not a particularly important matter. They both went to Hogwarts at the same time, so it was not surprising that they knew each other, but she did not expect Sirius's reaction.

It's actually so big.

"I think it would be better if I didn't disturb you tonight. You should finish your homework early and go to bed early!" After Sirius finished speaking, he immediately disappeared from the flames of the fireplace.

Sirius's flustered behavior made Nydia even more confused. Why was the relationship between Snape and Harry's mother so tense? Could it be that something happened between them? Or was it just as she suspected?

The little girl in Snape's memory is actually what Harry's mother looked like when she was young. If this is the case, Snape must have always been in love with Harry's mother!

Nydia was shocked by her discovery. Snape hated Harry's father but liked Harry's mother. That's why he hated Harry inexplicably but helped Harry every time at critical moments! So he said.

It makes sense, but if this is really the case, it is really a complicated and tangled emotion!

However, all of this is just my own conjecture, and there is no definite evidence. Maybe I have completely misunderstood the meaning.

The next morning, Nitya slept too late the night before, so when she woke up there was almost no time for her to go to the restaurant for breakfast, but just when she thought she was going to finish the whole morning course on an empty stomach

At that time, my roommate Lavender returned to the dormitory with some food.

"I know you got up late and might not be able to have breakfast in time, so I brought you some food. You can eat some to fill your stomach on the way to the classroom." Lavender enthusiastically handed the food to him.

In front of Nydia.

"Thank you..." Nidia took the food. She felt flattered. Although she and Lavender had been roommates for four years, the relationship between them had always been dull. Things like helping to bring breakfast had not been done before.

Never happened.

"You're welcome, we are classmates, not to mention we are in the same dormitory, so we should help each other." Lavender enthusiastically came to Nidia's side, took Nidia's arm and said, "Let's go!

We should go to class."

"Okay...ok..." Nitya was a little at a loss. She didn't understand why Lavender suddenly became so enthusiastic about her. She was usually inseparable from Parvati.

Throughout the next day, Lavender often appeared in front of Nidia, showing her all kinds of greetings. At first Nidia was a little confused about why, but later she guessed that Lavender

The sudden change may also be related to the love drug, so during dinner, Nidia finally couldn't hold it in anymore and asked Lavender directly.

"Who do you like?" Nitya said straight to the point.

"I... um... are you willing to help me?" Lavender did not try to hide his purpose, biting his lip and said shyly.

"If you have fallen in love with someone but you are embarrassed to express your feelings, I will be willing to help you convey it, but I hope you will not consider love potions anymore, because love potions cannot produce real emotions, they will only

It gave you a temporary illusion." Nitya said patiently.

"I want him to notice me..." Lavender seemed a little disappointed when he heard Nitya tell her not to think about the love potion.

"If he fails to notice you, then you can take the initiative to tell him your feelings!" Nidia said.

"I took the initiative..." Lavender thought thoughtfully and said, "Just like you did in Potions class?"

"Um...you still have to pay attention to the next occasion..." Nidia was still a little embarrassed when this matter was mentioned again.

"I know, I don't dare to do that in Snape's class like you, he is too strict." Lavender looked like I understood. "I understand what I have to do, and I will try my best."

of."

Nidia didn't know if Lavender really understood what she meant. Anyway, she ran away after finishing what she said. In the end, Nidia didn't know who Lavender fell in love with.

Who, but she didn't pay too much attention to this matter.

It was already midnight when Nydia returned to the Gryffindor common room from Snape's office. Sirius would not come tonight, so Nydia planned to go back to the dormitory to rest directly, and use the unfinished homework tomorrow.

She had finished writing during her lunch break, but as soon as she walked into the lounge, she saw Ron and Hermione sitting there discussing something. Hermione still had a bowl of yellow liquid in her hand, and the whole lounge was filled with

The two of them are here next.

"Why haven't you gone to bed yet?" Nidia asked doubtfully.

"We are waiting for Harry...he is still in solitary confinement at Umbridge's house! I think he will need this when he comes back." Hermione pointed to the bowl of yellow liquid in her hand.

"What is this?" Nidia leaned closer to check, "the juice from the Motla rat's tentacles?"

"Yes, I have filtered and pickled it. I think it will help the wound on Harry's hand." Hermione explained.

"Wound? What wound!" Nydia asked in surprise, hadn't Umbridge's quill been stolen by her?

"Have you lost your memory? It's the wound caused by Umbridge's quill!" Ron said, "Didn't we all see it last time?"

"But I have already taken away her quill!" Nitya said, taking out the quill from her school bag, "Look, the quill is here with me."