Ron threw his head over, startled Crookshank on his knees, and slapped him in the face.

"Why not extra points?" He was shocked, "We can continue to compete for the Academy Cup this year, we are third!" ”

"Third place with a difference of more than 100 points from second place?" Harry asked softly.

Ron pouted: "It's just over a hundred years away from the first place." ”

"It's more than two hundred." Hermione's face was expressionless, "It's because we won the Quidditch Cup, or it's worse." ”

"Just because of the fight, I was deducted more than 300 points."

"More than three hundred!"

She paused and gritted her teeth: "George and Fred are really, they know to hide their whereabouts when they are pranks, why do they forget to do so when they fight, and they don't run quickly after the fight, they have to dance around the Slytherins and wait for Snape to pass?" ”

"There's Malfoy in there." Ron shrunk his head, but spoke with a sense of urgency, "I just didn't have time to get there." ”

Hermione bowed: "Then next time, remember to block him in the bathroom, use the silencer charm, and show off as much as you want after the fight." ”

"It's been blocked several times." Ron sighed, "That's what George and Fred did, but now Malfoy is smart, he goes to the bathroom with a few seniors, goes into a cubicle, and has to seal the cubicle with a spell." ”

"Are the Malfoys poor enough to make money this way?" Harry sighed and sighed.

Ron was stunned.

Hermione's face was red, and she nudged Harry, "What thing are you talking about. ”

"Harry has a point." Ron's eyes lit up, and he pulled out his parchment and quill and began to write, "Why can't it be like this? ”

"Poor little Mr. Malfoy, there are so many sacrifices for the sake of the family."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

As he wrote, Ron looked up again, "But even if it's two hundred points short, Professor Dumbledore can still add it for you." ”

He put down his pen and counted on his fingers: "You can add 100 points if you bring back the portrait of Gryffindor, you can add 100 points to catch the dark wizard who endangers the castle, and you can add another 50 points to the wave of Quidditch pitch and drive away the Dementors."

As he calculated, Ron grew excited.

"Didn't you think about why Dumbledore gave me extra points at the end of the semester every year?" Harry asked him rhetorically.

Ron didn't hesitate: "Of course it's because you're good, and the things you do aren't just a little wizard, or even an adult wizard, can do." ”

Hermione shook her head, "Not really!" ”

Harry looked at her.

"I have the feeling that Professor Dumbledore is a little too eager." Hermione felt that her reaction seemed to be a little too violent, and she raised her hand to rub her face, "He wanted to make Harry a special person who could only solve everything if he stepped in. ”

Ron muttered, "Isn't that what Harry is all about?" ”

"Harry is doing this on his own." Hermione glanced at him, "Not Professor Dumbledore." ”

Harry nodded approvingly: "If you want to get extra points, you should have been hated too much until the last moment." ”

"The little badgers also work hard, I'll give you an example, Ron, for example, your mother promised you a hundred Galleons of pocket money for the top three of your grade."

Ron shook his head in horror and waved his hand: "Too much, too much, one Galleon is fine." ”

"Then promise you a galleon of pocket money." Harry paused, glanced at Ron with pity, and continued, "You're almost third now, and what would happen if Snape suddenly said that Malfoy had done a beautiful job in a few months and added a few points to his final exam score, taking your place in third place?" ”

"Beat him up again!" Ron gritted his teeth.

"The little badgers would think the same way, too." Harry nodded.

Ron shook his head like Crookshank in Harry's hands, "Well, you're not as hated as Malfoy." ”

"How good would it be to swap Malfoy for Neville?" Harry glanced at him.

Ron paused, his words stuck in his throat and unable to spit out.

Neville

He did have a better relationship with himself, but it was a galleon

"Snape isn't going to give Neville extra points." Ron lowered his voice to a very small voice and spit it out of his mouth quickly, and the last of his stubbornness bloomed in a fleeting way.

Hedwig and Bowes soon flew over, they were just playing with the mermaid, they were wet, begging Harry and Hermione to cast a spell on them and clean them up, before picking up the letter and flapping their wings to work.

They continued to discuss the House Cup.

Hermione and Harry give Ron advice from time to time, beating people is not casual, putting on a sack is also an art, you can put it on once, and it is not a skill to beat people to a blue nose and swollen face, don't George and Fred just block it once?

Next time, he can still set it, and he can beat people to a blue nose and swollen face, and even have to let him send it to the door himself, begging to beat himself up, that's called ability.

Harry was experienced in that area.

Ron took notes, more carefully than any other class.

After a long moment, Hermione raised her hand and poked Harry in the face, "Harry, Snape is here." Everywhere else she couldn't poke, it was wrapped in leather armor, and she had always wondered if Harry could wear this armor every day.

Harry looked up.

Snape had walked over to them, and heard Hermione's call.

His face remained unchanged as he stared at Harry, "Potter, I think we have to talk." ”

"Is that what I thought?" Harry didn't lift his head, waved his wand, and commanded the quill, correcting several of Ron's spelling mistakes.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Yes." ”

Harry then lifted his head and looked at Snape, "I thought you'd put it off longer until the day I ran impatient." ”

"Did Professor Dumbledore talk to you?"

He turned his head and looked at the eighth floor, behind a window, a beam of gaze and magic peeking here.

Snape didn't speak, he gestured to a more remote part of the lake, "Let's go there and talk?" ”

Harry stood up.

Ron was about to get up when Hermione waved her wand and with a thud, a book slammed into his head.

Wait for them to go away.

"That's their business." Hermione shook her head, her eyes and tone a little worried.

The last few weeks before the holidays were sunny and cloudless.

It's just summer, and the breeze is blowing, but it's not mixed with the boring and anxious atmosphere.

Harry and Snape looked at each other.

The two of them, like laurel trees, stand on the shore of the lake.

"Albus, I should have told you about the prophecy?" Snape's throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse.

Harry nodded.

"Then he also told you about my past?" Snape tilted his head away and looked at the lake.

Harry shook his head, "He didn't say it, but I inquired about it myself." ”

Snape was silent.

Harry continued: "Born in Spider's Tail Alley, with a drunken father and a love-brained mother. ”

Click-

Snape tugged at his neck and jerked his head back, staring at Harry incredulously, his eyes shocked, hateful, and disgraced.

This kind of thing.

"You didn't listen and asked Mrs. Dursley about these things!" Snape struggled for a moment, the stuffiness in his chest turning into several coughs, which were spit out along with his questioning.

Harry nodded, "Obviously, I'm not the kind of good student who is obedient. ”

Snape clenched his wand: "What else?" ”

"You and my mom used to have a good relationship, but when you were about the fifth grade, you suddenly parted ways." Harry continued, "The Godfather said it was because you called my mother a mudblood. ”

Snape's face turned pale, his hands began to tremble, and with the help of Occlumency, his emotions did not collapse immediately.

But it's even more painful.

Desperately dull like a knife, in his heart, one knife after another, could not be cut, but each knife would break out of the wound in the heart, it was empty and bleeding, overflowing with something that even Snape did not know what it was.

"And then you became a Death Eater." Harry looked at him, his tone unusually calm, "I don't know what happened in between. ”

"Perhaps, you just failed to stop your master and save my mother."

"I hope so, Professor Snape."

Snape opened his mouth, he found that he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, he took a bottle of tranquilizer from his robe, and after taking it, he gradually recovered: "I couldn't save Evans, even if I killed her. ”

Harry's heart shuddered.

The breeze, the warm sun, and the small sound of the lake churning.

Surrounded and squeezed, overwhelming, enveloping him, like a wooden box, constantly shrinking, pressing his back so heavy, pressing him out of breath, and pressing his hands began to tremble.

"Prophecy" Snape was dejected, and with difficulty, word by word, pulled out of his mouth, word by word, "It was Voldemort who I told him, and when he knew about the prophecy, he decided that you were the child of prophecy, and I couldn't stop him." ”

"That night, he killed Evans."

Harry took a deep breath and exhaled it after several cycles before he continued, "Professor Snape, I heard my godfather and Uncle Remus talk about my father. ”

"When he was young, he did some very excessive things to you, and it seems that he almost killed you."

Snape looked up, his eyes glazed, "If I could die that night, maybe it would be a good thing." ”

"As his son, I should, and indeed will, say sorry on his behalf, even if it is not what he said personally, even if it may be twenty years late." Harry pulled his sorting hat into his hat and slowly drew his serpent sword.

"But I can't say it."

"A man who killed my parents, I can't say 'I'm sorry'."

At this, he paused, and pointed his sword at Snape, "Draw your wand, Snape." ”

"Neither you nor me."

"Or should you and Potter, you and Lily Evans, make a deal, just today, okay?"

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