"Damn old bat, George and Fred were right, he just didn't like us." Ron huffed down and picked up the textbooks scattered on the floor.

"I heard that he used to give us Gryffindor points indiscriminately."

"Look at this week, he has deducted more than 30 points."

Although nearly twenty points were captured by Harry.

Ron glanced at the buddy next to him, but didn't say anything.

But the doubts buried in his heart still made him can't help but ask: "Harry." ”

"Honestly, do you have a grudge against Snape?"

"Me?" Harry was stunned, "How is it possible, I don't know him at all." ”

Two weeks ago, he didn't even know if magic existed in this world.

How could he have a grudge against a wizard.

"Or your family? Think of your dad, Harry. Ron's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world, "Your parents may be in the same class as him." Just now he said you're like your dad. Harry, I'm sure he knows your father. ”

"Really?" Harry, who came to his senses, thought it was possible.

Snape looks to be in his thirties, (the professor is twenty-nine this year.) ）

It's entirely possible to be in the same class as your parents.

"That's right, it must be your father, or your mother, who sinned against him when he was younger, and that's why now Snape will take revenge on you."

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Owen, who was hiding around the corner, looked at Ron incredulously.

It was as if I had met him for the first time.

Am I lost?

When did Ron get so smart?

Could it be that Geigei is off the ground? The virus is shut down, and smart IQs are taking the high ground again?

He was not the only one who was deeply surprised, but Hermione on the side couldn't help but glance up at Ron.

This fits her guess perfectly.

From the first Potions class, she had found it strange.

Professor Snape seemed to be taking too much care of Harry.

Although this kind of care ended in a deduction of points, for the two people who had never met, this kind of 'care' was obviously beyond common sense.

And the look of disgust on Snape's face when he said that Harry was like his father could be inferred that Harry's father should have a grudge against Snape.

Unexpectedly, Ron could see it too!

This came as a surprise to her.

"Hiss~"

Hiding in the corner, Owen slowly walked out of the darkness like a poisonous snake in hunt.

"Oh! My dear friend, you seem to be in trouble. The strange tone sent a chill through Harry and Ron.

"Need help?"

"N-no."

After seeing the figure coming out of the shadows, Harry took Ron and took a small step back unconsciously.

Leave Hermione alone.

But the little witch wasn't as fearful as her two trash partners.

She is like a green vine growing on a strong wall, tough and confident to face the evil boy.

"We don't need your help, Harry will take care of it." She said as she stared straight at Owen.

"Nervous about what." Owen waved his sleeves and continued nonchalantly, "Well, what are you doing with so many magic books? ”

"Oh~ It's all Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Stains, you can't be trying to deal with me!" Owen smiled wickedly, his face playful.

"It's not!" Hermione, who looked at Owen, said categorically, "It's just for self-defense, to prevent someone from being violent against us again." ”

"Wow~"

Violence against you?

Uh-inexplicably remembered a certain Russian~Si game.

Ahem, Owen, who quickly regained his mind, pretended to be surprised, "Who is it?" There would be such a Hogwarts scum, name it, and I guarantee he won't see the sun tomorrow. ”

"Hehe~" After glaring at him with her little tiger teeth, the little witch grabbed Harry with her right hand and Ron with her left hand, and raised her foot to leave.

"Wait." Owen suddenly called out to the three.

"Don't want to know why Snape is targeting you? Harry? Someone smiled wickedly. Show the style of the dark boss.

"Huh?"

Why the topic suddenly came to him.

Halimune shook his head.

Does Owen know?

How so?

Where did he know that!

"Of course I do, and more than you think." Owen saw through Harry's puzzled little expression at a glance.

With that, he walked towards the outside of the castle on his own.

Look at Owen's figure.

Harry couldn't stop wondering.

This is the second time he has heard about his parents.

The last time I learned from Hagrid that his parents did not die in a car accident, but at the hands of Voldemort.

He desperately wanted to know more.

Eventually, Harry insisted on following Hermione and Ron's advice.

The other two certainly wouldn't leave Harry alone with Owen, who knows what would happen.

Immediately, the three little ones formed a group and ran out of the castle.

Saturday morning, the sun was shining.

The warmth of heaven has never been stingy, and it has always sprinkled golden light.

This makes Hogwarts, which is already in early autumn, still look a little midsummer at noon.

Owen's footsteps were fast, and no matter how much Harry chased after him, the distance between them always seemed to remain five meters away.

"It looks like Hagrid's hut?" After following Owen for more than ten minutes, Harry finally noticed that the building in the distance was familiar.

"What is he doing here?" Hermione asked, confused, "Could Hagrid be in danger?" ”

She asked subconsciously.

"Oh my God~ Hermione, that's an adult wizard." Ron shouted in a high-pitched voice: "With his strength, the most he can do is to bully the little wizard." ”

"It's too~" Although she said so, the little witch still had a cautious expression on her face.

I don't know why, she always felt that the figure in the distance was a little unfathomable.

"Look, he's knocking on Hagrid's door."

The three of them couldn't help but quicken their pace, and finally arrived at the door of the hut at the same time as Hagrid opened the door.

"It's you!" Hagrid opened the door open, revealing his large, bearded face.

"Come in!"

Hagrid let them both in,

There is only one room in the chalet. Ham and pheasants hung from the ceiling, boiling water was boiled in a brazier in a brazier, and a large bed with rags in the corner was a bedding made of rags.

"You're welcome. Just sit at home. Hagrid said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pitch-black behemoth rushed out from behind him, lunging at Ron and licking his ears.

"It likes you." Hagrid said with a smile.

He didn't stretch out his hand to stop him.

This made Ron bitter, and the little guy stood motionless as if he had been petrified, allowing Yaya to nurture his face with saliva.

"This is Ron. That's Hermione. Harry said to Hagrid.

"Ron?" Hagrid lifted the cooing kettle on the stove and poured boiling water into a large teacup, while placing the crust cake on the plate.

"Another little Weasley." He glanced at Ron's freckled face.

"I know why Tooth likes you." Hagrid's voice was visibly displeased, "It took me almost half of my life to get the twins out of the Forbidden Forest. ”

"But this little fool is happy to play with those two tricksters."