Harry's confinement did not come after all, and on Friday, the day after the troll incident, after the morning Potions class, Professor Snape angrily told Harry to roll out of his office in the evening.

It was hard not to wonder why Snape was so ill-intentioned towards him, and that afternoon he went to Hagrid's hut to find out something.

"Yes, Professor Snape didn't have a good relationship with your father before." Hagrid grabbed the crust cake and held a vat of hot tea in his hand.

"Well, that's all I can say, Snape is just harsh, how could he take those unhappiness from more than a dozen years ago out on the child."

"I don't think so." Harry replied as he dealt with the enthusiastic teeth.

Tooth was Hagrid's big black dog, and Harry thought that some of him were crazy, and he would snort and pounce on someone when he met him, making him a little overwhelmed.

"I heard he used to be a Death Eater, didn't he?" Harry said.

Hagrid's body shook suddenly, and his face changed a lot: "Oh, where did you know?" ”

"The rest room, the Slytherins know a lot about these things."

"What is a Death Eater?" Hermione looked confused.

"It's Voldemort's henchmen, the guys who did bad things with Voldemort."

Boom! Hagrid fell backwards without noticing, clutching his chest with a pale face, "Harry, no, don't mention that name!" ”

"Uh... Sorry, I relented. Harry was embarrassed.

Hagrid struggled to get up and sit back in his chair, and he composed for a moment before he said, "We have to trust Dumbledore. If Snape wasn't trustworthy, how could he possibly be involved in that project. ”

"Which plan?" Hermione grasped the gist of Hagrid's words at once.

"Oh no. Don't ask, it's confidential! Hagrid reacted suddenly, his face a little distressed.

Harry wasn't that "related to the fourth-floor hallway?" Or is it related to the 713 vault? Or are they the same thing? ”

Hagrid looked at Harry like a monster, "Oh, where did you know that?!" Who is it... No, no, no, it's neither, don't speculate. ”

"Hagrid, don't be so nervous, I don't really care about these things." Harry shrugged helplessly.

The more it piqued his curiosity, the more he didn't want to explore it.

The main one, has nothing to do with me.

Dumbledore was still at school, and the sky was falling, and there was a tall top.

Well, that's not so true, though, because they were chased by the trolls just yesterday.

Although it is not yet known how the trolls appeared at Hogwarts, it is certainly not normal.

Know that it doesn't emerge from the gate or the Forbidden Forest, but from the underground classroom!!

Someone is doing this on purpose. Unless you say that the big stupid guy with the skin of a stone will also apparition and teleport to the underground classroom for no reason.

Harry suspected that it might have something to do with the fourth floor, or the 713 vault.

But come to think of it, the trolls must have been just an aftermath of this, and it was already too much for him to handle. He went to wonder what was going on on the fourth floor, thinking that he didn't die fast enough?

On the way back, however, Hermione was curious about the 713 vault Harry was talking about.

"The 713 vault has been robbed." Harry said that this was what he had heard from the break room.

"So what?" Hermione was a little confused.

"Remember the day we went to Gringotts? Hagrid went to the vault and fetched something. Then the vault was looted. Harry explained.

"There's a dark wizard coveting the contents of that vault, and Dumbledore asked Hagrid to get it out of the box ahead of time." As he spoke, he looked at Hermione, "Guess where that thing is now?" ”

Hermione reacted quickly, and immediately clapped her hands and said, "Fourth floor?!" ”

Harry nodded, "It should be like this." ”

Harry was willing to tell Hermione everything because she knew that Hermione valued the school rules and wouldn't do anything stupid, so she said that.

For another person, like Draco, he wouldn't want to talk about it, it would only add to the trouble.

After dinner, he said goodbye to Hermione, who was going to the library, and went to Professor Snape's office underground.

Knock Knock Knock –

The door slowly opened, and Snape's office was a perfect fit for Harry's impression of himself, a dimly lit room with hundreds of glass bottles on shelves and slimy specimens of plants and animals floating in colorful potions.

Harry instinctively felt that that was not all. Because he didn't see any potion making equipment here.

Maybe there's another room deep in the office, and there's a lot of stuff in there.

"Come in, Potter, do you think it's okay to mix up confinement time while clubbing outside?" Snape's voice in low pressure appeared.

"I'm sorry, Professor." He hurriedly walked in.

As soon as he stepped inside, Harry smelled blood. Snape's desk was brand new, with blood-stained bandages.

He noticed Harry's gaze and glared at him sharply.

"Go and get the white essence, it's on your left." He said with a warning meaning: "Take care of your eyes. ”

Harry nodded, and walked towards the left-hand shelf.

Bai Xian is also the content of this school year, but it is estimated that they will only learn it until the Easter summer term.

Thankfully, Harry had mastered this knowledge. It didn't take long for him to find the white fresh essence.

This is an extremely powerful all-purpose trauma medicine.

"Professor." Harry handed the medicine to Snape. After the other man took it, he leaned over and began to change the dressing, and by the flickering candlelight, he could barely see the hideous wound on Snape's leg.

Harry's stomach thumped and his mind became foggy.

He slapped his head hard, and Snape heard the voice, looked up at him, and said disdainfully, "Looks like you realize there's something wrong with your head." ”

"No, I'm just a little unhappy that my body reacts like this." Harry explained, then asked, "Professor, why don't you use magic to fix it?" ”

"Shut up! No questions are allowed. Snape rebuked, "If I can use magic, do I need to be white?" If you're thinking with your brain, you don't ask this kind of question. ”

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry simply bowed his head and apologized, his eyes focused on Snape's wounds.

It's not a cut wound, the cut of flesh is extremely rough, and it can't be a blunt object... It shouldn't be a wound caused by a spell, or at least it should have a spell effect that burns, freezes, or petrifies...

Biting?!

Harry remembered that Snape was the last professor to arrive last night. Plus the trolls emerge from the underground classroom.

Underground, apart from the Potions classroom, Snape's office, and the two House lounges, there are only a few empty classrooms...

Snape?!

Harry looked at him strangely, and quickly dismissed the idea.

It would be unprofessional if even I could connect all the clues to Snape at a glance.

Not to mention that he still showed this wound naked in front of a student? He's not afraid that my big mouth will spread out?!

It's a bit ridiculous.

So exclude Snape first!

After he had finished treating the leg injury, Harry was led into the back room.

Snape was much more powerful than he thought, and his walking pace was completely unaffected, as usual.

Regardless of whether it has an impact on the recovery of the injury, at least to do such a thing, there must be a very strong heart.

Soon, he retracted his admiration for Snape.

Snape took out a whole bucket of frogs, and then asked him to dispose of them, and he had to keep every eyeball intact and collect all the blood.

Harry looked down at the frogs that had been piled up in large numbers and were intertwined with slime, and his face was bitter.

"Lonely croak—"

"Lonely—"