Chapter 12 Snape only wants me to be disfigured (please read and vote monthly)

Hermione and Ron looked at Harry's back.

There was no difference between his usual walking posture, but in their eyes, there was suddenly a sense of impassioned and heroic sacrifice.

He has a really big heart.

I have to go see Snape after class.

"Potter." Snape was sorting out the lesson plan. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he suddenly raised his head and glanced across his face and eyes. The disgust that had just disappeared suddenly surged up again, "Is there anything else?"

"Thank you for your teaching." Harry nodded his thanks, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Snape's facial features tightened, as if he had heard something extremely disgusting: "Oh... I can actually hear the thanks from Gryffindors, who want to take off their heads and put them on the top of the tower.

"

"nausea!"

"It was like hearing a troll confess his love to a unicorn."

"Stop that pathetic, hateful face of yours, Potter, and say what you have to say."

Harry knocked on the door.

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

What kind of story did Snape and Harry's parents have that could make Snape hate him like this?

"You put your hand in the hat!" Hermione couldn't suppress her voice. Did Harry have some misunderstanding about the word "pleasure"?

What's in the hat?

The Sword of Gryffindor.

Harry shook his head: "It's too obvious."

The news was so shocking that Ron and Hermione almost bumped into each other.

For example, the love rivals Harry knew, Yennefer and Triss, who were jealous of the White Wolf, were even good friends before.

Harry shook his head: "I was just wondering whether to give the professor a custody fee."

They discussed all the way, and imagined the contents of countless novels - such as Jane Eyre, or Clarissa. Of course, Harry's mother was not the heroine, and the one who experienced the tragic past was naturally imagined as Professor Snape.

"Very good, very good." Snape clenched his fists. Harry's little move could not escape his eyes, which made him pour another gourd of hot oil on his anger, "I thought you could change a little bit.

But he's still the same arrogant, smelly, arrogant Gryffindor."

Ron stuck his head out and reached out to take the pie from Hagrid: "Hagrid, do you know about Professor Snape and Harry's father?"

Snape became even more angry, picked up his wand and poked Harry's chest: "When you make a request, you must lower your attitude. No one taught you before, but I will teach you now!"

boom!

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

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

"Potter, keep this in mind!"

Harry said with a stronger tone: "Ron, the professor is a good man."

Ron and Hermione were stunned - they had not been together for a long time, but they had never seen any expression on Harry's face other than "expressionless". Even if the atmosphere with Snape reached that level of stalemate, Harry was always the same.

The posture of Fu Taishan collapsing in front of him without changing his appearance.

"Perhaps, you will think Snape's attitude is very bad, but please believe him, everyone in Hogwarts, including Mr. Dumbledore, may be the last person who wants anything to happen to you."

At this point, he stopped suddenly. He took a deep breath before continuing: "Evans does have some notes in my hands, but I don't think you are qualified to inherit them now."

His little life was comfortable, but luxurious...can't talk about it, right?

"The doghouse and blanket made of unicorn fur." ​​Harry raised his hand and rubbed his face, "The wind chimes made of mermaid scales, and that one, how many Bowtruckles are they?"

"Harry's father?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment, his hand trembled as he was lost in thought, and a piece of cake fell, hitting Hermione on the head.

"Professor Snape probably likes my mother." Harry put on his schoolbag and walked out first, with the two little dogs following behind him. "He is my father's love rival."

"Lily was very close to Snape before fifth grade, but they were not lovers, just good friends. They suddenly parted ways. In seventh grade, she got together with James and got married not long after graduation."

"Professor Snape is indeed reliable, and Dumbledore trusts him." Hagrid emphasized his tone.

Harry raised an eyebrow: "You should know more?"

"Evans has twenty-three potion notes in total. After this year's final exam, come to my office and I will personally give you a question."

"I thought you were going to fight with the professor." Ron covered his heart, feeling some phantom pain.

Steal love with a sword.

Harry was confused: "Didn't we have a pleasant conversation? Why do you think we are going to fight?"

Can those amber lion eyes really see a world different from theirs? - Gryffindors are secretly rumored that Harry's eyes can see through magic, life and death, and that is the Dark Lord

Die under these eyes.

Ron and Hermione didn't understand the value of these materials yet. They just looked at the doghouse with envy. They didn't understand other things, but they knew the value of unicorn hair. One piece cost ten galleons.

I have to find a way to figure out the reason - I have to admit that Snape is the potions master that Harry has the easiest access to, and he has benefited a lot from a few casual suggestions. What if he could learn all his skills?

?

They formed a group and headed outside the castle.

Hermione looked at Harry with concern: "Potter, I don't mean anything else, maybe... you are too stressed."

But not to the level of Snape.

"But it should be more than that."

Harry turned away the wand: "I may understand the professor's mood, but please remember that this is my mother's relic."

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

It was ordinary, even a little shabby, making Ron feel like he was at home.

"It's okay." Harry responded perfunctorily, his eyes still circling the room.

"No." Harry shook his head decisively, "I just like the material on them."

Harry stared directly at Snape and said nothing.

Harry was about to say hello when he glanced across the room, eyes wide with surprise.

"I even made a so-so scabies potion. If it falls into your hands, it's like a troll picking up a magic wand. You can only use it as a fire stick."

Love rival!

Ron muttered and questioned: "But Professor Snape's attitude seems to be that he wants to stuff Harry into the troll's lair."

Hagrid's eyes shone brightly: "Harry, that's great. Do you also like these cute little creatures?"

"Why should you give him money?" Ron clenched his fists. "He hates you so much. Maybe he has some conspiracy to keep your mother's belongings."

"Oh, okay." Hagrid muttered, but didn't take it seriously. Most wizards had the same attitude as Harry, except for some special beings like a pockmarked boy. "Are you still used to staying at Hogwarts?

?I heard from the professors that you performed very well."

Ron and Hermione's expressions became brighter.

"But he's just a love rival, so he shouldn't be so malicious towards me."

"Yes." Snape narrowed his eyes, his expression became sharper and more dangerous, "Li..."

But Harry didn't know either.

Hagrid opened the door amid a burst of barking.

What's in the house?

They looked around.

Snape snorted coldly, put down the things in his hands, and left the classroom without looking back. He really didn't want to see Potter again even for a second.

Hagrid was also puzzled.

Harry shook his head and calmed his expression: "No, I just didn't expect... Hagrid that you would be so extravagant."

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

"But...Snape has always been at odds with James. They often fight and curse each other."

There are more than a dozen jars on the windowsill, each of which contains a strong scent of magic, venom, blood or saliva of magical creatures.

"I also want to know about their past."

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

"Oh, how do you know?" Hermione readjusted the posture of holding her schoolbag, curious and gossipy, "Did Principal Dumbledore tell you?"

This dirty, inconspicuous kennel may cost thousands of galleons.

oh…
To be continued...