Hermione and Ron looked at Harry's back.

Obviously, there is no difference in the usual walking posture, but in their eyes, there is suddenly a taste of impassioned and heroic righteousness.

His heart is really big.

I had to go to Snape after class.

"Potter." Snape was sorting out the lesson plan, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he suddenly looked up, his eyes swept over his face and eyes, and the disgust that had just disappeared came to him, "Is there anything else?" ”

"Thank you for your teaching." Harry nodded in acknowledgement, trying to lighten the mood.

Snape's features furrowed, as if he had heard something disgusting: "Oh... You can still hear thanks from Gryffindor's mouth, and one by one the heads are eager to be plucked off and placed on the top of the tower. ”

"Disgusting!"

"It's like hearing a troll confess to a unicorn."

"Put away your poor, hateful face, Potter, and get to the point."

Harry said, "I heard Headmaster Dumbledore say that my mother has some notes on potions for you, and I want to ......"

"Yes." Snape's eyes narrowed, his expression sharpening and dangerous, "Leigh..."

At this point, he paused abruptly, took a deep breath, and then continued: "Evans does have a few notes in my hands, but I don't think you are qualified to inherit them now. ”

"Even a scabies potion is so-so, and it falls into your hands, like a troll picking up a wand, and you can only use it as a burning stick."

Harry stared straight at Snape, not speaking.

Snape was even more angry, picked up his wand and poked Harry's chest: "When you ask someone, you have to lower your posture, no one taught you before, now I teach you!" ”

"Potter, keep it in my mind!"

Harry flicked his wand, "I may be able to understand the Professor's feelings, but please remember that this is my mother's relic." ”

On the words "mother" and "relic", he accentuated the bite slightly.

Bang!

Snape slammed his fist on the lectern and gritted his teeth: "Potter! ”

"Professor." Harry wasn't afraid of him, his hand was already inside the Sorting Hat.

"Good, good." Snape clenched his fists, Harry's small movements not escaping his eyes, which made him pour another scoop of hot oil into his anger, "I thought you could change a little, but it's still the arrogant, stinky, unstoppable Gryffindor." ”

"Evans has a total of twenty-three potions notes, and after the final exam this year, come to my office, and I will personally give you a question."

"If you can't get the 'O', stop thinking about the notes."

"Dumbledore can't come, I said!"

Harry let go of his hand and nodded, "Thank you, Professor Snape." ”

Snape snorted, dropped what he was holding, and left the classroom without looking back, he really didn't want to see Potter more for even a second.

"I thought you were going to fight the professor." Ron clutched his heart, a little painful.

Hermione nodded.

Harry wondered, "Didn't we have a good conversation?" Why do you think we're going to fight? ”

"You've got your hands in your hat!" Hermione couldn't hold back her voice, did Harry misunderstand the word "pleasant"!

What's in the hat?

Gryffindor Sword.

Harry shook his head, "I'm just wondering if to give the professor a custodian fee. ”

"Why give him money?" Ron clenched his fists, "He hates you so much, maybe there is some conspiracy to keep your mother's relics." ”

Harry accentuated his tone, "Ron, the professor is a good man. ”

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, "Potter, I don't mean anything else, maybe... Are you stressing out too much. ”

"Professor Snape must like my mother." Harry slung his bag on his back and walked out first, the two of them following him, "It's my father's rival." ”

"But it should be more than that."

Rival!

The news was so shocking that Ron and Hermione almost collided.

"Oh, how do you know?" Hermione readjusted her posture as she held her bag, curious and gossipy, "What did Headmaster Dumbledore tell you?" ”

Harry shook his head, "It's too obvious. ”

But... It's not normal to have too strong an emotion.

Like a pair of rivals Harry knew, Yennefer and Triss, who were jealous of the white wolf, and they were even good friends before.

Not to Snape's level.

I had to figure out why—I have to admit that Snape was Harry's most accessible Potions master, and he would benefit greatly from a casual word or two, so what if he could learn all of his skills?

They formed a group and headed out of the castle.

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but be curious.

What kind of story did Snape have with Harry's parents that would make Snape hate like this?

But Harry didn't know.

They discussed all the way, and they didn't know how much of the content of the novels - for example, Jane Eyre, or Clarissa, of course, Harry's mother was not the heroine, and the sad past was naturally made up by Professor Snape.

Soon to Hagrid's hut - compared to Hagrid's size, it was.

Harry knocked on the door.

Hagrid opened the door in a burst of barking.

Harry was about to say hello when his gaze swept across the room, his eyes round and full of surprise.

Ron and Hermione were stunned for a moment - they hadn't been together for a long time, but they hadn't seen Harry have an expression other than "expressionless" on his face, and even if the atmosphere with Snape was stalemate to that extent, Harry was in a posture of Tarzan collapsing and not changing.

What's in the house?

They looked in.

Plain, even a little shabby, made Ron feel like home.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hagrid pressed his teeth, his face a little restrained, "Is there something wrong with my family?" ”

Harry shook his head and retracted his expression, "No, I just didn't expect... Hagrid, you'd be so extravagant. ”

Extravagant?

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry curiously, especially earnestly in his eyes.

Those amber lion eyes, can you really see a world different from them? - Gryffindor has been rumored to be in private that Harry's eyes can see through magic and see through life and death, and that the Dark Lord died under these eyes.

Hagrid was puzzled.

His little life is comfortable, but extravagant... Can't talk about it, right?

"Kennels and blankets made of unicorn fur." Harry raised his hand and rubbed his face, "Wind chimes made of mermaid scales, and that, how many tree guards are there?" ”

"And those, salamanders?" He pointed to the stove in the room, where there were vague figures jumping around.

Harry only said what he knew.

There's so much more to the house than that.

On the windowsill were more than a dozen jars, each of which was bubbling with a strong smell of magic, the venom, blood, or saliva of magical creatures.

There were a lot of materials in the room that he didn't recognize, huge carapaces, what looked like large spiders had fallen off, and some old but still sharp teeth......

Hagrid's eyes lit up, "Harry, that's great, do you like these cute little creatures too?" ”

"Nope." Harry shook his head decisively, "I just love the material on them. ”

Ron and Hermione didn't understand the value of the materials yet, they just looked at the kennel and coveted it - they didn't understand anything else, but the value of unicorn fur was clear, and one would cost ten Galleons.

This dirty, inconspicuous kennel could cost thousands of Galleons.

"Oh, okay." Hagrid muttered, but didn't take it to heart, most wizards had the same attitude as Harry, except for a special being like a little pockface, "Are you used to staying at Hogwarts?" I've heard from professors that you're doing a great job. ”

"It's okay." Harry replied perfunctorily, his eyes still wandering around the room.

Ron poked his head out and reached out to take the flatbread handed over by Hagrid, "Hagrid, do you know anything about Professor Snape and Harry's father?" ”

"Father Harry?" Hagrid was stunned, and his hands trembled, and a piece of flatbread fell, just hitting Hermione's head.

Hermione clutched her head and screamed in pain, "Harry said that Professor Snape may be a rival to his father. ”

"Oh, Harry, how do you know! Who chewed your tongue with you? Hagrid exclaimed, his voice shaking out like thunder.

Harry glanced back, "No one told me, but it's hard not to see something so obvious." ”

"But it's just a rival in love, and it shouldn't be so malicious to me."

"I also want to know about their past."

Hagrid lowered his head, "Harry, I'm just a keykeeper, and I don't know much about the castle. ”

"But... Snape and Jaime had always been at odds, and they often got into fights and cast curses on each other. ”

"Lily and Snape were very close before fifth year, but they weren't lovers, just good friends, and suddenly they parted ways, and she and Jaime were together in seventh year, and they got married shortly after graduation."

Snatch love with a knife.

Ron and Hermione's faces turned bright.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "What should you know more?" ”

"Damn it! How can I remember that neither Lily nor Jaime were so sharp. Hagrid clenched his fists and sighed, "Talking to you is like talking to Dumbledore, you can see through people's hearts so well." ”

"But Harry, I mean seriously, that's all I can say."

"Perhaps, you will think that Snape's attitude is terrible, but trust him, all of Hogwarts, even Mr. Dumbledore, may be the last thing he wants to happen to you."

Ron muttered questioning, "But Professor Snape's attitude, it seems, is trying to shove Harry into the troll's lair." ”

"Professor Snape is reliable, and Dumbledore trusts him." Hagrid emphasized, emphasizing.

Harry agreed, "I trust Professor Snape, too, he may wish I was disfigured, blind, or simply transfigured, but he certainly doesn't want to see anything happen to me." ”

Oh...

Ron's mouth was open, a little unsure of how to respond to the statement.

Hagrid did the same, and as soon as he let go, another rock loaf slammed into Hermione's head.

Hermione cried, "I don't think it looks like a good ......"