Draco and Rupo quietly returned to the Slytherin common room, and in the dim light, Sherlock had been waiting quietly on the couch beside him, his singing in his hand had turned to the last page.

"Looks like you've won, Draco." Sherlock's voice suddenly rang out, startling both of them.

"Lubo, you go back and rest first, I want to have a good talk with Draco."

Lupo nodded, and patted Draco on the shoulder as he left, "You've done a great job, you've defeated the legendary Immortal Boy Harry Potter, it's a long thing in Slytherin, and Dandney will cheer you on if he hears about it." ”

After Lupo left, Draco had mixed feelings.

"You won, how do you feel now, seeing Harry's defeat, you should be proud as a winner."

Draco pursed his lips and said, "I'm not very happy, and I didn't expect Mr. Sherlock, that Shadow Fear spell you taught me to be so effective, I thought it would just cause Harry a little cramped and uneasy." ”

Sherlock shook his head, "What's the point of that?" But compared to the other dark spells I've invented, the Shadow Fear is at best enough to scare people into incontinence, and if Harry can hold it, it means he's in good sanity. ”

Draco was dumbfounded, and said to himself, "So ruthless? ”

"Are you feeling guilty like that?"

"I ...... I used to look at Harry very unpleasantly, and I didn't think that kind of person should come to Hogwarts at all, but when I think of Harry's sad and miserable howl of pain and fear, I feel something strange in my heart. ”

"It's just a duel, even if Harry loses, I don't think he blames you." Sherlock put away the contradiction, and said to Draco as he left, "But I'm sure you should have understood something else today, the conflict between you and Harry is completely immature, and you should also understand that even if you hate Harry, you won't want to make the other person feel painful...... I'm still saying that, when you are adults, look back on the past, and what happened today is just a joke. ”

Sherlock left the common room to return to his quarters, while Draco remained where he was, thoughtful.

On the other side, Ron and Neville struggled to pull Harry up from the ground, fearing that Peeves would call Filch over at this point.

When Neville helped Harry to his feet and Ron supported Harry, he found that Harry was in tears.

Harry muttered bitterly, "I see ...... See...... I saw that man kill my mother...... That terrible green light...... I heard and saw the sound of my mother's howl before she died...... It was as if he had torn my mother's soul apart...... I see Snape! ”

"What?"

When the other four first heard Harry say this, they all thought that Harry might have seen his mother die through Draco's evil spell, after all, they all heard the rumors of Harry Potter that Harry's mother was killed by a mysterious man in front of young Harry.

But they differed as to why Harry had mentioned Snape's name.

"I see it...... Snape ...... "Harry is still muttering.

Ron wondered, "What do you mean, the person who killed Harry's mother was Snape?" ”

Hermione said, "No way, it's a mystery man, but Harry with this kind of Harry will keep us from going too fast and will be caught by Filch who is about to come." ”

Hermione held out her wand and pointed it at Harry, reciting the incantation "Silent Meditation" she had learned from Sherlock's notes.

Ron and Neville felt lighter for a moment, as if Harry, who was on his feet, had the strength to stand firmly.

"Brother, do you feel better?"

Harry took a few breaths, he had been affected by Draco's spell just now, the image of his mother's death flashing through his mind over and over again, his fear growing stronger, the terrifying green light as if he could see the howl of an evil spirit.

It wasn't until Hermione cast the spell that Harry was pushed out of his mind.

"Hermione, did you just use your brother's spell, Xiling Meditation?"

"Yes, it was in the library, under the guidance of Mr. Sherlock, that I found out in my notes that there was another spell recorded by Mr. Sherlock, and then I learned that Spiritual Meditation can help people consolidate their thoughts, resist mental injuries and attacks, protect their minds, and also strengthen their minds, especially when they are very sleepy and unable to read."

It was clear that Hermione was using the spell as a stimulant for her own reading.

"Let's run away from this."

Because the group of lion cubs heard Filch calling his cat.

A group of little ones rush and shuttle, and finally find a room guarded by a three-headed dog named Louwey.

They fled in panic and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Everyone looked terrified, and Harry was the weakest of them all.

"Oh my God...... I'm thinking about how painful you are going to have to be tonight, Harry, Draco's spell must have reminded you of bad memories, but it was learned from your brother, and you were lucky, because the dark spell invented by my brother was very lethal and very lethal, and this one is considered light. Asinsha gasped and continued, "After all, my brother invented the Blood Bat Plague when he was seven years old, and this spell can drain the blood of a werewolf from all over his body. ”

Everyone gasped, and Harry smiled wryly, "Then I'm really lucky." ”

He even had a little envy of Draco, who could learn advanced spells from someone as good as Sherlock, and then Harry suddenly remembered that when he first put on the Sorting Hat, the Sorting Hat had said that he could help Harry reach the top in Slytherin House.

Could it be that because Slytherin has Mr. Sherlock in him, he can learn from him?

Harry was thinking nonsense, and Ron suddenly asked next to him.

"Harry, you just mentioned Snape...... What's going on here? Ron was referring to Harry's sudden mention of Snape's name when he saw the image of his mother's death, but everyone knew Severus Snape as their Potions professor.

And the professor who hated Harry very much.

They also understood that Harry's parents had been killed by a mysterious man, and what did all this have to do with Snape.

Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I ......"