For so long in the Witcher world, the scar has been safe and sound. Several powerful sorceresses, such as Yennefer, Triss, and Keira, who is good at alchemy, have checked it for me. Apart from its special shape, it has nothing special.

of special features.

The Sorting Hat chirped twice: "That's just to prove your identity as Gryffindor. My dear little gentleman, put it back quickly. It's so empty inside. I'm not used to it."

Will scars hurt?

Harry wanted to struggle a few more times.

Harry was about to put away the potion with satisfaction when the scar on his forehead suddenly stung. He quickly raised his head and met the eyes of Snape and...the professor next to Snape.

"A king never shows his ambition." The twins sang in harmony.

"Oh, born Gryffindor."

What’s so interesting about that professor who wraps his head in a turban and looks like an Indian?

It seems...that's the truth.

Forgetting potions are not a good thing.

"We will surely steal the show again and again."

"I just borrowed it back to look at it." Harry said without changing his expression as he casually made up a lie, "Mr. Sorting Hat said that you can only pull it out if you need it, which proves that I need it now."

Harry raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "Okay, Prefect Weasley, I have a question for you."

He was hurriedly stopped by Hat: "That impolite little lion, give me your sword back."

Harry looked over.

He lifted the Sorting Hat and reluctantly thrust the sword into it.

"You are so talented, Harry, come hang out with us."

Harry remembered this and turned around to chase Dumbledore.

Bang.

"Yes, I have something I want to talk to you about." Harry nodded and gave Snape what he thought was a kind smile.

Dumbledore stood up and said what should be paid attention to - do not enter the Forbidden Forest, do not cast spells in the corridor, and do not enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor.

"So, this is also a symbol of the Lion King!" Brother George followed and chanted, "Your Majesty, the Great Lion King, tonight you will ascend the throne and sit on the throne!"

He frowned.

"Who is that oily kelp?" Harry raised his head and looked towards the teacher's desk, and happened to meet Snape's disgusted gaze again.

Harry took something out of his robe and placed a long-necked round bottle on the table: "If you two continue talking, I will pour this stuff down your throats."

Snape grinned, almost gritting his teeth.

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "Well, I also have something I want to talk to you about."

"Severus, do you want to come with me?"

Snape sneered, Harry was not delusional, he was really gritting his teeth: "I won't disturb your gathering, Dumbledore, remember, you have to give me an explanation!"

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