Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 148 Pull out your wand, Professor

Ron hooted his head forward, startling Crookshanks on his lap, and slapping him with a snap.

"Why don't you add points?" He was shocked, "We can continue to compete for the Academy Cup this year, but we are No.3!"

"No.2, which is more than 100 points behind No.3?" Harry asked softly.

Ron curled his lips: "It's only more than 1 away from No.100."

"It's more than 200." Hermione said blankly, "It's because we won the Quidditch Cup, otherwise it would be worse."

"Just because of fighting, I was deducted more than 300 points."

"More than 300!"

She paused and gritted her teeth: "George and Fred are really too. They knew to hide their whereabouts when they played pranks, but they forgot to do this when they were fighting, and they didn't run away after the fight, but insisted on surrounding them." Slytherins dancing until Snape passes?"

"There's Malfoy in there." Ron shrank his head, but spoke very confidently, "I just didn't have time to get there."

Hermione nodded: "Then next time, remember to block him in the bathroom, use the silence spell, and let him out after beating him. You can show off whatever you want."

"It's been blocked several times." Ron sighed, "George and Fred did that, but now Malfoy is smart, he always goes to the bathroom with several senior students, enters a cubicle, and The compartment has to be sealed with a charm."

"Is the Malfoy family so poor that they want to make money in this way?" Harry sighed and sighed.

Ron was taken aback.

Hermione blushed and pushed Harry hard: "What are you talking about?"

"Harry makes a lot of sense." Ron's eyes lit up, and he also took out the parchment and quill, and began to write, "Why can't it be like this?"

"Poor little Mr. Malfoy, too many sacrifices for the family."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

While writing, Ron raised his head again: "But even if the difference is two hundred points, Professor Dumbledore can still add it for you."

He put down his pen and counted with his fingers: "If you bring back the portrait of Gryffindor, you can add [-] points. If you catch the dark wizard who endangered the castle, you can get [-] points. The wave on the Quidditch pitch can drive away the dementor." It’s strange to add another fifty.”

Counting and counting, Ron gradually became excited.

"Haven't you ever wondered why Dumbledore gives me extra points at the end of term every year?" Harry asked him back.

Ron didn't think about it: "Of course it's because you are excellent. The things you do are not something that any little wizard or even an adult wizard can do."

Hermione shook her head: "No!"

Harry looked at her.

"I feel that Professor Dumbledore is a little too eager." Hermione felt that her reaction just now seemed a little too violent, and raised her hand to rub her face. "He really wants to make Harry a special person who is the only one who can do everything." People who can only solve it by coming forward.”

Ron muttered, "Isn't that what Harry is?"

"Harry did this on his own merit." Hermione gouged him out, "not because of Professor Dumbledore."

Harry nodded in agreement: "If you want to add points, it should be earlier. If you have to get the last moment, it is too hated."

"Little badgers have also worked hard. Let me give you an example, Ron. For example, your mother promised you a hundred Galleon pocket money for the first three years in your grade."

Ron shook his head in fear and waved his hands: "Too many, too many, one Galleon will be enough."

"Then I promise you a galleon of pocket money." Harry paused, gave Ron a pitiful look, and continued, "You are almost No.3 now, if at this time, Snape suddenly Say, Malfoy did something beautifully in a few months, added a few points to his final exam score, and replaced your No.3 position, what will you do?"

"Beat him again!" Ron gritted his teeth.

"Badgers think so too." Harry nodded.

Ron shook his head like Crookshanks spinning in Harry's hand: "What's the matter, you're not as hated as Malfoy."

"Would it be better to replace Malfoy with Neville?" Harry glanced at him.

Ron paused, the words stuck in his throat and unable to utter.

Neville
The relationship between him and himself is indeed better, but that is one Galleon
"Snape won't give Neville more points." Ron put his voice extremely low, and spit it out of his mouth quickly, his last stubbornness just bloomed in a flash.

Hedwig and Boss flew over quickly. They were playing with the mermaid just now, and they were all wet. They begged Harry and Hermione to release the spell for them and clean them up. Then they picked up the letter in their mouths and flew away to work.

They continued to discuss the Academy Cup.

Hermione and Harry gave advice to Ron from time to time. Beating people is not just casually. Putting a sack is also an art. If you can do it once, it’s not a skill to beat someone black and blue. Didn’t George and Fred just block it? once?
Next time, if you can trick someone, beat someone until your nose is bruised and swollen, or even let him come to your door, begging for a beating, that's your skill.

Harry is very experienced in this area.

Ron was taking notes more seriously than any of the lectures.

After a while, Hermione raised her hand and poked Harry's face: "Harry, Snape is here." She couldn't poke the rest of the place, which was covered by leather armor. She was always puzzled, haha Li can actually wear this armor every day.

Harry looked up.

Snape had already walked to them and heard Hermione's address.

His face remained unchanged, staring at Harry: "Potter, I think we need to talk."

"Is that what I was thinking?" Without looking up, Harry waved his wand and directed his quill, correcting Ron's few spelling mistakes.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Yes."

Only then did Harry raise his head and look at Snape: "I thought you would delay it even longer, until the day I ran out of patience."

"Professor Dumbledore talked to you?"

He turned his head and looked towards the eighth floor. Behind a window, there was a bunch of eyes and magic power, peeping here.

Snape didn't speak, he pointed to a more remote place by the lake: "Shall we go there to talk?"

Harry got up.

Ron was about to follow suit when Hermione waved her wand, and with a bang, a book hit him on the head.

Wait for them to go away.

"That's their business." Hermione shook her head, her eyes and tone were worried.

The last few weeks before the holidays were sunny and cloudless.

It has just entered summer, and the breeze is blowing, and it has not been mixed with the annoying and restless breath.

Harry and Snape looked at each other.

The two of them stood by the lake like laurel trees.

"Albus, should I have told you about the prophecy?" Snape's voice was dry and his voice was hoarse.

Harry nodded.

"Then he also told you about my past?" Snape turned his head away, looking at the lake.

Harry shook his head: "He didn't say it, but I asked about it myself."

Snape was silent.

Harry went on: "Born in Spinner's End with a drunk father and a loving mother."

click-

Snape scratched his neck, turned his head sharply, and stared at Harry in disbelief, eyes of shock, hatred, and shame.

This kind of thing.
"You were not obedient, and you asked Mrs. Dursley about these things!" Snape struggled for a while, and the stuffiness in his chest turned into a few coughs, which were spat out together with his questioning.

Harry nodded: "Obviously, I'm not the kind of obedient and good student."

Snape gripped his wand tightly: "What else?"

"You and my mother used to have a good relationship, but they suddenly parted ways around the fifth grade." Harry continued, "The godfather said it was because you called my mother a mudblood."

Snape's face turned pale, his hands began to tremble, and with the help of Occlumency, he prevented his emotions from collapsing immediately.

But this is more painful.

Despair was like a blunt knife in his heart, gouging it out one after another, but it couldn't be cut, but every cut left the heart with a wound, empty and bloodless, overflowing with something that even Snape didn't know what it was.

"Later, you became a Death Eater." Harry looked at him with an unusually calm tone, "I don't even know what happened during this time."

"Maybe, you simply failed to stop your master and save my mother."

"I hope so, Professor Snape."

Snape opened his mouth, he found that he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, he took out a bottle of tranquilizer from his robe, and after taking it, he gradually recovered: "I failed to save Evans, even I Killed her."

Harry felt a shudder.

The breeze, the warm sun, the sound of the small waves of the lake.

Crowded and squeezed, overwhelming, enveloping him, like a wooden box, kept shrinking, weighing heavily on his back, making him breathless, and making his hands tremble.

"Prophecy" Snape lost his mind. With difficulty, he withdrew one word after another from his mouth, "I told Voldemort. After he knew the prophecy, he decided that you were the son of the prophecy. I couldn't stop him."

"That night, he killed Evans."

Harry took a deep breath and exhaled it. After a few cycles, he continued, "Professor Snape, I heard the godfather and Uncle Remus talk about my father."

"When he was young, he did some very bad things to you, and it seems that he almost killed you."

Snape raised his head blankly, his eyes dull: "It might be a good thing if I can die that night."

"As his son, I should, and I do, say sorry on his behalf, even if he didn't say it himself, even if it may be 20 years late." Harry took out the sorting hat and slowly pulled out the Snake Bone Sword .

"But I can't say it."

"A man who killed my parents, I can't say 'I'm sorry'."

Speaking of which, he paused, pointed his sword at Snape: "Pull out your wand, Snape."

"Either you or me."

"You and Potter, you and Lily Evans, it's time to get it over with, today, okay?"

　Thank you for your rewards~~
　　boo boo~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)