"Professor?"

There was a strange atmosphere in the cellar, and Harley moved a little uneasy. Her heart was beating so fast, and her mind was filled with the terrible thought of Melda being kicked out of school alone.

She wanted to see what Professor Snape's face was like now, but she didn't dare.

She was afraid that she would still see that familiar look of disgust. I'm afraid that when she looks up, she will hear the vicious language full of mockery.

But she couldn't let Melda leave with a grievance.

In the end, Hallie could only look up secretly, quietly observing Snape's expression under the disguise of a few strands of red hair in front of her.

"That's enough, you two come in with me."

Snape seemed to be unable to withstand the powerful onslaught of Harry's almond-shaped dark green eyes, and he swerved into the office, leaving the two of them with a slightly flustered back.

Well done, Hallie.

Melda didn't seem to be affected at all, and even secretly made a cheering gesture to Harley.

Expulsion from school? Staying in Azkaban?

Scold!

From the first words Snape said when he saw Harry, Melta knew that nothing would happen.

Because a normal Gryffindor student's conversation with Snape should look like this.

"Oh, Gryffindor disrespects the teacher, five points will be deducted."

Or...

"Oh my God, I can't imagine you have slugs in your heads? Worthy of being a Gryffindor student, stupid. Fifty points will be deducted. ”

Wait a minute.

You know, Snape's ability to listen to the cause of the incident was not normal in itself.

So it's going to be fine.

Snape would even thank me.

Hehe, Melda's cheeks flushed with a strange flush. All sorts of strange CPs popped up in his brain.

What if Harry Potter was a girl?

It's exciting to think about.

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"Is there no way? Severus. Dumbledore, who had received the news from Snecht, hurried over, and then asked strangely after seeing Harry's current appearance.

"Ahem." Hearing the Headmaster's inquiry, our Professor Snape quickly looked away from Hallie's face and coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"You'll have to ask our potions genius about that." Snape, who came to his senses, immediately spoke sarcastically.

"Although the ingredients of these two potions are clear, it will take time for them to mix together in what proportions and what changes have occurred."

"Oh, Melda, what have you done?" After hearing Snape's announcement of the death sentence, Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House, who had come with him, was simply angry.

If it weren't for the Academy's inability to physically punish students, Melda believed that Professor McGonagall would have wanted to beat him up.

"Alright, Minerva. Getting angry doesn't solve the problem. Dumbledore spoke calmly, then asked, "Severus, how long will this potion last?" ”

To say that the principal deserves to be the principal. Melda bowed her head and said secretly in her heart. Although Professor Dumbledore's knowledge of potions was not as strong as his in white magic, it was relative. In terms of potions alone, Dumbledore could be called a first-class apothecary.

Although Harley looks quite bluffing now, and her whole person has changed gender, whether it is her primary physique enhancer or a refreshing agent. These are not powerful potions, and its effects are unlikely to last long.

"A week, probably a week."

"Hmm. I know. Dumbledore said.

Professor McGonagall then breathed a sigh of relief, but the anger on her face was still strong. She stared at Melda sternly and said, "Given that Mr. Corris disregarded the safety of his classmates, he arbitrarily refined potions, and caused serious consequences. Therefore..."

"Gryffindor deducts a hundred points, and you, Melda. You will be placed on probation until Christmas, and if you continue to commit a crime during this period, the school will really consider whether to expel you. ”

Hear Professor McGonagall's final verdict. As if she had been hit by an arrow in the knee, Melda almost fell.

It's really none of his business this time! Who would have thought that Harley would mix two potions together and drink them.

He obviously wanted to help Harry, but why was he really hurt?

"Ahem! Minerva, I don't think Mr. Melda meant it either. Dumbledore's wise blue eyes were full of smiles.

"Besides, it seems that Mr. Melda has not only improved a potion, but even invented a completely new one."

"I think I'll be sorting out this new potion recipe soon at Severus."

"Hmph." Snape snorted, though he didn't want to admit it, but as Dumbledore had said, Melda had invented a new potion.

"There's no first-year student who can invent a potion on his own." Dumbledore paused briefly, then said, "In light of the honor that Mr. Melda has earned for the school, he will receive this year's House Special Contribution Award, and..."

"Gryffindor plus 150 points."

"Albus..."

"I know, I know Minerva." Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Melda deserves to be punished for his mistakes, but he deserves to be commended for his contributions. We should treat every student as an equal, and we should not confuse their merits and demerits. Professor Dumbledore's voice carried a hint of majesty and seriousness, and there was an air of momentum in his words, a strong sense of confidence.

“...”

Professor McGonagall seemed to be about to say something, but in the end she only opened her mouth slightly, and didn't say a word.

"Thank you, Professor!" Melta looked at Professor Dumbledore, and a sudden sense of admiration rose in her heart.

At this moment, Melda finally realized why so many people chose to follow him at the cost of their lives.

Strong and humble. Rational and full of human touch. It was with his unparalleled charisma that Dumbledore conquered one arrogant young wizard after another.

"Now, I think it's time for Mr. Melda to go to class." A smile reappeared on Dumbledore's face. He turned his back and strode out of Snape's office, as if he had done a tiny thing.

And Melda, who looked at the old man in the distance, also felt a sense of security in her heart that she had never felt before.

"Let's go, I think Professor Snape will give Harry a check-up." Professor McGonagall looked at Melda and said.

"Hmm."

...

Well?!!!

What to check the body? Professor McGonagall, you can be clear!!

I'll go, is there such a hot one? What if I suddenly don't really want to leave?