"Harry, Harry, what's wrong with you?" it wasn't long before Madam Pomfrey, who was examining Harry, was caught by the sound of footsteps and exclamations coming from the door of the school infirmary.

She and Rolf turned back to see Professor McGonagall running in with an anxious look on her face, as if her backyard was on fire.

Behind her, Professor Dumbledore, who was also anxious, but still kept his composure.

Lao Deng looked very calm, but from his surprised eyes, he could still see that his heart was not at peace.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, this is amazing, I don't know anything about it, I probably can't help Harry. Madam Pomfrey saw Dumbledore walk in and told him the results of her examination.

"It's okay, you can try it, maybe you can find something in it. Headmaster Dumbledore patted Madam Pomfrey on the hand and comforted.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall asked, turning to Harley, who was still crying, "Who made him like this?"

Hallie was embarrassed to bury her head in Professor McGonagall's arms, not knowing what to say, and most importantly, she didn't know why she was like this.

Rolf cleared his throat as he watched Harry's distress-seeking gaze, drawing the gaze of Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore to himself.

"I'm sorry, professors, I have a family heirloom mirror that was lost the other day and it is capable of turning the person looking in the mirror into what he wants, and when I found it, Harry was standing in front of it and looked at it. ”

Rolf didn't dare to say that he knew that there was a room for requirement, who knew what plot Lao Deng would make up in his mind after he knew about this magical room?

He pursued the principle that more is better than less, and hid what he came out of the room to need.

"Mr. Scamander, why haven't I heard of a mirror like this in your house?" Professor Dumbledore's gaze made Rolfe feel as if he had been seen through.

"Professor, my grandfather has traveled all over the world, and I was also a young playful and found it in the corner of our farm warehouse. "Rolf bragged that he didn't make a draft, he would open his mouth and come.

Professor Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze lingered on Rolf for a few seconds before retracting it and turning it to Hallie, observing it secretly.

"duang~" At this moment, there was a slight sound of objects falling from the door, and Rolf turned his head to see that it was Professor Snape, who was stunned.

I saw that the gloom that had been lingering on his face for many years disappeared, and a suspicious flush appeared.

He stared blankly at Hallie, who was being held in his arms by Professor McGonagall and wept loudly, his upper and lower lips trembling with excitement, as if he had been cast some magic, and he couldn't utter a word.

Dumbledore seemed to hear the voice behind him, and withdrew his gaze from Harry, and looked back at Snape, who he remembered as he had long forgotten.

It seemed as if Snape hadn't shown any other expression in a long time as he could remember, and that expression had been the same all day as if someone owed him a gold Galleon.

Dumbledore smiled knowingly, and he suddenly thought that maybe Harrie's change was a good thing? Newt really has a lot of treasures......

While Dumbledore was thinking, Snape came back to his senses, and he saw his colleagues looking at him with a slight smile, but he didn't say anything, as if he didn't care.

I saw that he flew towards Harley like a bow and arrow off the string, as if he was afraid that Harley would disappear in the next second.

Professor McGonagall heard footsteps behind her, as well as the heavy panting of a man.

When she looked back and saw Snape rushing towards her, she turned to look at Hallie who was crying on her shoulder, she helped Harley very sensibly, and then stood up to make room for Professor Snape.

Hallie watched as Professor McGonagall stood up with some confusion, not knowing what was happening, but by the time Professor McGonagall staggered to reveal Professor Snape behind her, Harley was not well.

What is Professor Snape doing, is he here to kill me? What kind of grudge is this, I'm like this, and Snape is not ready to let me go?

The more Harley thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, thinking of the experience she had been targeted since she first entered school, thinking of her own horror in Potions class, and thinking of the look in Hermione's eyes every time she had deducted points.

She felt that there seemed to be nothing in her life that would make her happy, and she was so sad that she forgot to dodge as she watched Snape rush towards her at such speed.

Just as Professor Snape was about to get close to Harry, he unexpectedly broke free from the force of inertia and stopped in front of Harley.

He reached out his trembling hand and slowly approached Harry's cheeks, which were a little flushed from crying.

Harley closed her eyes in fear as she watched her big, white and emaciated hands slowly approach her. Harley, who had been struggling to survive under Snape's coercion for many years, did not dare to move now.

Professor Dumbledore is still standing there, Snape shouldn't dare kill me, right?

Hallie lived in the dark, as if a century had passed, but it seemed to pass quickly. The pain that Snape had thought would come didn't come as expected.

She felt that her face was being gently caressed by someone, and the power gently wiped away the tears she had unconsciously shed.

She slowly opened her eyes, and happened to see a pair of soft black eyes, which gradually filled with tears.

Slowly, a crystal tear fell from Snape's eyes under Harry's gaze, she thought it was really incredible, Snape could actually cry?

Immediately afterward, the tears seemed to be flooded, more and more, and they couldn't be stopped at all, just like the crying that Harley had just had.

Hallie was stunned by Snape's arms, listening to Snape's heart-rending cry in her ears, as if something had been lost, but as if it was incomplete.

Harley looked through Snape's dry black hair at Professor Dumbledore, then at Professor McGonagall, and even at Rolfe.

But the few people who usually care about themselves the most are collectively blind at this time, and no one looks at them.

Professor Dumbledore was wiping his glasses carefully, Professor McGonagall was studying her nails, and Rolfe was trying to get a sandwich out of nowhere and nibble hard.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" as Harley slumped into Snape's arms, she heard a staccato cry mixed with muffled words.

"It's all my fault! it's all because of me, you're ......" Harley struggled to hear what the words were, but Snape cried so hard that his voice was hoarse and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

ps: Although I haven't finished the exam yet, I still wrote this chapter intermittently, and I'm trying to get a few more chapters, at least one chapter a day, otherwise I feel so sorry for the bigwigs who voted for me.

I'd like to say I'm sorry here, Waste South has once again failed your investment, and many bigwigs who trust me have failed to invest again.

I'm sorry! I pulled out Hallie and Snape to give everyone a cry, I hope you can forgive me!