As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold.

Harry, Ron, Shelley, and Hermione took advantage of recess to go outside in the cold courtyard to study a copy of Quidditch Tracing - Harry's Quidditch match was about to start the next day.

Snape walked across the courtyard and happened to see Harry Potter.

Not knowing if it was upset or upset at seeing Harry's face, Snape walked over gloomily.

"What are you looking at?"

Harry looked confused: "It's a Quidditch Origin, Professor." ”

Snape suddenly realized: "Oh, Gryffindor deducts five points!" ”

"Books from the library are not allowed to be taken out." He added.

"This is clearly an improvised provision!" Harry was aggrieved and looked aggrieved.

Ron watched Snape's limping and gloated, "I hope his leg hurts enough." ”

Shelley couldn't correct their prejudice against Snape, and no one could stand Snape's special 'care' for Harry.

"Harry, I'll teach you a way." Shelley laughed so badly that everyone felt a chill at it.

"Listen," the group leaned over curiously, "you try to keep your eyes open for a moment, staring at Snape." Well, the eyes have to be pitiful... Snape definitely ate this set. ”

"Really?" Harry looked confused.

"Really, let's go." Shelley added before Harry left, "This trick only works for you." ”

Harry Potter went, but Snape was nowhere to be found.

In the evening, everyone returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione, I'll copy the homework." Ron looked over.

"No, and you Harry, you can't either." Hermione looked resolute: "Don't show that expression. ”

"If you look at Snape like that, he'll give you back." Shelley tried to sneak a peek at Hermione's homework: "You have to be more sincere, more pathetic...... Can you still sell cute? ”

"I'm not going to do that stupid thing." Harry couldn't stand Shelley's behavior, and he always felt that Shelley's eyes looking at him and Snape were meaningful......

"Shelley! Forbid! Hermione looked at Shelley angrily, "You'll do it." ”

"I just don't want to write." Shelley shrunk her neck.

At this moment, Harry jumped to his feet: "Your eyes are very good. ”

"Hey, hey." Ron smiled meaninglessly.

"You two!" ヽ(´･д･｀)ﾉ

Shelley didn't know how to express it, he was actually ridiculed!!

"There's nothing wrong with my trachea!" Shelley didn't say it in the end.

Harry was determined to talk to Snape and return to the Quidditch Tracing Origins, but he repeatedly stressed that he would not try to 'influence' Snape with his eyes.

Harry Potter made his way to the staff lounge, he knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Pushing open the door, there was a horrible sight—one of Snape's legs was dripping with blood and flesh, and Filch was handing him a bandage.

"Potter! —" Snape lowered his robes and turned his head angrily.

Harry didn't know what was going on, but he subconsciously did as Shelley said - trying to keep his eyes open and staring at Snape pitifully......

Snape's words got stuck in his throat, and he froze in place, unmoved......

"Go......" Snape's voice softened, as if that wasn't what he had meant to say.

"My book ......," Harry said weakly, feeling that there was something strange about the atmosphere, which he didn't quite understand.

Filch stood to the side, bandage in hand. Snape's reaction was a bit unusual! Didn't you look at anyone before? Especially against Harry. Could it be that his temper has changed for the better again?

Snape picked up the Quidditch Tracing and threw it at Harry.

"Get out!"

Harry ran away in a panic, full of fear.

Filch said: The reaction was very Snape......