When the Christmas holidays finally passed, and the veil of magic was lifted, Aini's horizons broadened again, which made him even busier.

Thankfully, the assistants helped him share a lot of work, and although he needed to spare extra time to tutor the assistants, it was certainly worth it to save ten points of time, not to mention that this would allow him to harvest more high-quality wool.

Anyway, I, Ani, will make a profit. I'm very proud.

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Life at Hogwarts was peaceful and peaceful, except for Professor Quirrell.

To his and Dumbledore's surprise, Quirrell returned to Hogwarts, though weaker, but didn't seem to have changed much, and for that reason they indulged the children's teasing of Quirrell, which made our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor a little terrified of his classroom.

But after much probing, the two discovered that he hadn't transformed himself into something weird, and that some of the mischievous mischief among the students had become more and more unscrupulous, making it impossible for Dumbledore to turn a blind eye.

This also caused the twins, who had had a snowball blast at Christmas, but escaped under Aini's cover, to begin their belated confinement life.

Harry also lived a fulfilling life, and now he was very interested in Potions in order to learn about his mother.

Therefore, Harry, who is afraid of being serious in everything and consciously starting to work hard, is making good progress, and even Snape can hardly find his mistakes easily.

"Potter, why don't you let the stupid Weasley cut the bat liver open, does being friends with a pig make you feel superior? Gryffindor deducts 5 points. ”

"Weasley, did you grow your hands to applaud Potter? Or do you think that working in pairs is just about having someone watching? Gryffindor deducts 10 points. ”

……

Half a month after the above scene was played, Ron asked Hermione to partner with Harry, so that not only would it be more difficult for Snape to find fault with them, but he would no longer be concerned by the old bat.

The plan was executed flawlessly, and the Potions professor didn't say anything about them changing partners, in fact the students were free to form groups.

And after Harry's partner was replaced by Hermione, the two did not make a mistake, and Snape could no longer find an excuse to fire at Harry.

Ron even sat in the back row furthest from Harry.

Then he tragedy, Neville was able to work perfectly with Hermione to concoct the potion, but he couldn't pull Ron at all, and the two of them rode in the dust on the way to being sprayed.

"I'm fed up, why Potions is mandatory" After some distance from the Potions classroom, Ron yelled in dissatisfaction that he was already being sprayed into an autistic child by Snape.

"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry felt guilty, and his friend was clearly implicated by him.

"Come on, Harry. I don't blame you at all, Snape himself doesn't have a crush on Gryffindor. Ron knew why he had been sprayed with Harry, but he couldn't blame Harry for the strange reason that the mean professor stopped mocking him and spilled poison juice on himself after his friend became good.

People always grow, and Ron felt that if he could say that, he would have a troll in his head.

Hearing Ron's answer, Harry felt even more guilty, what could he do to help him? Maybe ask Aini.

"Oh, by the way, Ennie said Snape, wait, let me think." Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder and went with the flow.

He remembered that Ernie had told him that Snape and his mother were good friends, and that he was only hard at all.

Now that my grades have improved a lot, and I haven't made a mistake in a few classes, maybe I can try to get on good terms with Snape, uh, Professor Snape, so that Ron shouldn't have to cover himself.

Harry shook off Ron and ran back, guilt making him have to do something about it immediately.

Snape had left the Potions classroom at this point, and it was time for him to get a bite to eat.

Seeing their dean following behind, the Slytherin snakes obediently stepped aside.

Harry returned thinking that Slytherin was doing something, and Snape was marching with the serpents.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry walked up to the leader of the Snake Courtyard.

"Oh, see who this is?" Snape sighed in a pompous tone, "We're starting to become genius saviors, and I hope you'll have a valid reason for why you're standing in the way." ”

Squeezing a smile on his face, Harry said tentatively, "I've been able to improve in potions thanks to you. I'm here to thank you for teaching us. ”

"Hahahaha~~~" Snape laughed wantonly, as if he had heard a big joke.

He half-turned to one side and pointed at Harry for something, but he was still laughing, even though his voice was starting to distort.

The little snakes in the rear collectively took a step back, is the dean okay? It's hard to imagine that this greasy face, which has been with the corners of its mouth downwards since entering school, would smile so openly.

"You all come and see, this invincible Zhan...... Harry Potter. After saying that to the little snakes, Snape turned his face back to Harry, who was starting to feel bad.

"Potter, I wish you could see yourself now, are you courting me? It's a pity that this flattering smile is ugly like shit, you know, shit. Snape's tone turned angry, "Your face doesn't match those eyes." ”

Snape exhaled bitterly as the poisonous juice he had accumulated for Harry over the past month erupted, how disgusting it was, the ugly face of the Potter family that seemed to have been passed down in the blood.

After venting, seeing the green eyes flashing with pain and disbelief, a trace of remorse rose in his heart, and then Snape, who felt a little out of shape, brushed Harry away and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Harry was hunched on his shoulder against the wall, his face pale, and he felt like he had just made the worst decision of his life.

He seemed to hear the mockery of the little snakes, but his voice was very faint, and everything in front of him became real and illusory, and he only felt a figure swaying in front of him, gesturing and pointing.

There was a loud murmur in his ears, and he only felt that it was a dream, and he desperately longed for it.

He wanted to close his eyes, hoping to wake up and lie on the bed in the dormitory, and find that everything he had just done was a dream......

"Whew!" Harry sat up from the bed abruptly, gasping for breath. Clutching the futon under me, I felt a lot more relaxed.

It turned out to be just a nightmare.

"Harry, you're awake, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thank you, Hermione." Still in a daze when he woke up, Harry was about to stretch when he heard the little witch's happy and worried greeting, and he froze on the bed.

Hermione, how did she end up in the boys' dorm!

The foreboding grew stronger, and Harry turned his head stiffly, and Hermione was standing with a glass of water, a white curtain behind her.

With just a casual glance, Harry confirmed where he was.

It was a place he knew all too well, he would come here every time he was injured in Quidditch training, and he would never admit his mistake, especially since Madam Pomfrey walked in with the curtain lifted.

"Harry, what the hell is going on, why did you faint all of a sudden?" Hermione was a little angry, obviously there were two insiders sitting outside.

But the red-haired one would only sigh at his red hair, and from time to time he would punch his head twice.

The other golden retriever behaved normally, but he refused to tell himself the truth, and he had to ask Harry if she was going crazy when she saw her friend faint.

Harry opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, did he tell Hermione that he was stunned by Snape? Or do you want to rush over on your own?

He regretted sitting on the bed, and if there was a floor underneath, he would have been able to dig out a tomb with his toes and bury himself completely.

"Get out of here, Miss Granger, I'm going to check on Mr. Potter, please be quiet outside." Madam Pomfrey spoke with a warning, apparently someone had already made a noise.

Hermione, who was kicked out, simply dragged the door one by one and ran out as if the two of them were pulling the door.

Closing the door to the school's infirmary with a backhand, Hermione let go of Ron, who had already started to drip his nose, gave up the idea of asking him, and turned to the blonde boy.

"Malfoy, don't you have anything to say?" Hermione pointed at his chest, then shifted her focus to Ron.

"You, Ron, and Harry." Hermione felt that her self-proclaimed smart little brain was a little inadequate, and she couldn't figure out her current situation.

The two of them were a little disheveled in their clothes and had bruises on their faces, apparently having clashed before.

Hermione didn't want to know how Ron had survived Malfoy and the two big henchmen without Harry's help, she just wanted to know how Harry had fainted all of a sudden.

Just now the two of them were in the same room but didn't fight, it is certain that although the process may be a little tortuous, Malfoy is by no means the culprit, otherwise I am afraid that the two of them will be able to stick to the wall.

"Malfoy, what the hell is going on?" Hermione questioned again, a terrible thought popping into her head.

Could it be that Snape has openly started to attack Harry?

Could it be that what they had been fearing after a Quidditch match had finally happened?

But it's not magic at all, there are many professors in the castle, and Dumbledore, how can he, how dare he!

"Granger, I don't think Potter wants to make a big deal out of it." Malfoy spoke slowly, silently adding in his heart, though perhaps everyone in Hogwarts knows it except you now.

After saying that, Malfoy pursed the corners of his mouth uncomfortably, and there was a heavy punch from Ron, and there was a faint pain in his words, this damn red-haired brute!

Malfoy glanced at Ron with disdain, disdain written on his face. But his heart is a little sour, this kind of friend who can rush up desperately when he has something, he really wants it.

He's just a little pampered, but not stupid, and although Crabbe and Goyle look up to him, their friendship is mixed with too many other things.

In this regard, he is currently only enjoying the shadow of the family, and he is powerless to change it......