Chapter 32: Wash your hair, Professor (please read~)

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall waved her wand.

The chess pieces that looked like they were chasing her immediately stopped.

"You beat Professor Quirrell?"

"Although there are indeed some problems with his teaching methods, at least wait for me..."

"I mean, at least be gentle."

Snape sneered, but he restrained himself a little to Professor McGonagall: "This is not a professor, but the Dark Lord's lackey, my dear Professor Minerva."

"Oh, yes, the mysterious man." Professor McGonagall suddenly realized and looked at Harry: "Mr. Weasley told me that you are here to stop the mysterious man."

"You are only a first-year wizard, how dare you..."

Harry stopped Professor McGonagall: "Dumbledore asked me to do this, and I refused twice."

Dumbledore asked them to sit down and turned to look at the portraits on the wall: "I have something to say to my students. Maybe you need to leave for a while?"

"Petunia is your aunt." Dumbledore explained, "The curse requires the power of blood to maintain. You will have to stay there for at least a month."

Professor McGonagall subconsciously turned the wand in her hand.

Harry asked, "Why?"

Harry was unmoved.

"That was not pleasant at all, neither for me nor for them."

"Oh, are you too old to see clearly?"

"The Patronus Charm." Harry continued, "Of course, you know it, the Patronus Charm in the form of a magical creature."

Snape snorted and put his wand against Harry's head: "Don't ask about random things, Potter. You should restrain your desire to peek into other people's hearts!"

Snape gritted his teeth: "Shut up, Potter!"

"I can provide you with a magic potion to cure presbyopia."

Harry shook his head: "Dumbledore, this is your responsibility."

"Minerva, Severus, please send Quirrell to the infirmary." Dumbledore ordered, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor may be in a bad situation."

"Would you like to stay with a troll for a long time?"

"For your own head?" Snape sneered.

The only explanation is that this scar does not belong to Harry, but to Voldemort.

"Not Wednesday, I have to go to Professor McGonagall's confinement." Harry shook his head.

Harry shrugged and nodded perfunctorily. He heard it, but didn't listen...

Harry answered without hesitation: "I will probably stay at Professor Flitwick's house. He will introduce me to a master blacksmith. I have collected a lot of materials in the Forbidden Forest. I can make a pair of leather armor by then."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "No, he was very good-looking when he was young, as handsome as you. What you see now is what he looks like after his flesh and blood have been transformed by dark magic."

"Now we can have a good talk." Dumbledore sat down, waved his wand, and poured Harry a glass of milk and Snape a cup of black tea.

Snape gouged it out with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to hang Harry upside down.

Almost at the same time, the two of them started taunting.

Harry clicked his tongue: "In that case, I'm afraid I'll have to collect more reward from you."

Snape pursed his lips and tilted his head.

Snape laughed angrily: "Ah, you stupid lion of Gryffindor, are you still proud of breaking school rules?"

"Starting from the next school year, come to my office every Wednesday and Saturday, and I will let you learn Occlumency and the Patronus Charm."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and lifted Quirrell into the air.

Dumbledore looked serious: "I'm sorry, Harry."

"Occlumency." Harry said.

Before this, he had only seen one person use it.

"I'm not interested in Voldemort's past." Harry interrupted, "Please don't talk nonsense, just talk about the most important things."

"What did you just say?" Dumbledore thought for a moment, "Yes, Voldemort, he was also an outstanding student at Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

This is a very interesting title, with some respect.

Principal's office.

Harry frowned: "It's so interesting to have Voldemort on his head. Why does he love to take root in people's heads so much?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry fiercely.

"So you should learn Occlumency as soon as possible." Dumbledore emphasized, "How do you plan to spend the holidays?"

Harry laughed: "Professor Snape likes trolls so much. It seems that I will have to find a way to give you one next Christmas."

Dumbledore smiled: "Of course, even if you don't say it, I'm afraid I will ask you to learn it."

Wandmaker Ollivander.

Dumbledore looked at Snape: "Severus, I think you would be willing to help me with this."

Even outstanding witches like Yennefer and Triss failed to discover it.

"Minerva, oh, dear." Dumbledore waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

Snape's face became more and more gloomy as he listened: "Very good!"

"Or... in your aesthetic, not having a nose is a cool thing?"

"Harry, I think... you have to go back to your aunt's house." Dumbledore expressed his opinion tactfully, "I will talk to Filius."

That love spell allowed him to hurt Voldemort.

"I don't want to." Snape refused decisively. "I can be in class, and I can even tolerate Potter asking some stupid questions after the class is over, but this is the limit."

Fox was lying on his bed, sleeping soundly, without any sign of panic.

"It's really touching that Professor Snape cares about me so much." Harry said expressionless and indifferently.

"How do you get rid of this thing?" Harry pointed to his forehead.

"Just like Voldemort, every professor who has taught him thinks that he is handsome and elegant and will become a great Minister of Magic."

Harry nodded: "Part of Voldemort? Maybe it's a fragment of his soul. He's so powerful. He can still leave such a trick before being seriously injured..."

Dumbledore nodded: "That's not a problem, it's just... you have to learn the Patronus Charm before you can make some changes."

But why do scars hurt?

Even if the harm is mutual, it should still be the palm...

"Do you know Aunt Petunia?" Harry was stunned, and then quickly noticed the greasy-headed cloak whose expression became more sinister, "Do you know Professor Snape too?"

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and felt a little headache: "Okay, even if you have to fight, don't do it in my office. Fox will be scared."

Why does Lily and James' child have a mouth that looks so much like Snape's?

"Don't worry, after nine months, I will let you feel the pain of having someone peek into your heart."

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall roared like a lion, "How dare you! How did you promise me? You said it was impossible for anyone to break into Hogwarts, and it was impossible for anyone..."

He suddenly felt worried.

"I was also negligent due to some other things back then. I failed to discover the true nature of Voldemort, and I failed to guide him well to make him the person he is now."

"And the smell of Professor Snape's hair oil is a bit unpleasant."

Harry and Dumbledore looked at him.

"There are three Gryffindors here, Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

Harry suddenly understood and nodded.

"Forbidden Forest!" Snape's voice became hoarse, "Think carefully with your stupid mind, Potter, that is not the place you should go."

"Your mother, Lily, was a Muggle before." Dumbledore paused, "She was a No-Maj. At first, Petunia also hoped that she could become a little wizard, and she even wrote me a letter."

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction: "I knew Severus you would definitely help me."

"Do you want me to recite a spell, Potter?" Snape said in a sinister tone.

Give Harry to Snape - although he trusts Snape not to do anything to harm Harry, Snape also has the ability to bruise Harry's face and then recover after teaching.

.

"Please forgive me for testing you. Sometimes people hide things well."

"I want to learn two spells from you." Harry said.

Dumbledore had a headache and waved his hand: "Okay, just restrain yourself in front of me. Harry, is there anything else you want to ask?"
To be continued...