The coldness seemed to possess a wonderful magic, which instantly calmed Harry's mind.

Then, it started spreading rapidly towards Harry's torso and limbs.

Everywhere he went, all the magic powers started to run automatically as if they had received some kind of instruction.

Driven by this miraculous force, Harry raised his wand magically.

First, a gray-white light beam hit Ron's body and flew him away.

Then the gleaming wand slapped Snape's spell again and slammed it away.

snort—

After a strange sound.

A large amount of magic light dust slowly fell around Harry.

The appearance of this scene caused a brief silence in the entire classroom.

Those who can enter the NEWT course are not mediocre.

They all recognized the trick Harry had just used.

First, he pushed Ron away with a burst of magic power, and then a curse counterattack defeated Snape's attack.

Most importantly, Harry used all of the Silent Charms throughout this entire process.

And it's a multi-cast silent spell.

This is not something normal Hogwarts students can do.

Even a normal Auror might not be able to do something like this!

"God! Harry! How did you do it?"

Ron jumped up from the ground, hugged Harry and cheered, "This is really, great! You're a genius!"

Harry was swayed by Ron's actions. Now all the cold energy in his body had disappeared. He looked at his wand with a dull expression, and he couldn't believe it.

Snape's gloomy and vicious voice also sounded quietly at this time:

"Well done, Mr. Potter, you..."

"You don't need to call me sir, Professor." Harry interrupted in response, "I think, I should have succeeded? So should you give me extra points for Gryffindor now?"

As soon as these words came out, several classmates gasped in surprise, including Hermione.

But no one has ever dared to be so angry at Snape in Snape's class. This is an absolute act of murder!

However, behind Snape, Dean, Seamus and other Gryffindors showed admiring smiles on their faces.

In their opinion, this is the proper response of a Gryffindor, the brave Gryffindor never fears any suppression!

Harry also noticed them and waved to them proudly.

Hermione hurried forward and grabbed him, not wanting him to continue to provoke Snape.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Lockdown, Saturday night, in my office," Snape said coldly. "I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter...even the savior."

…

"Harry! You did a great job!"

After an excruciating Defence Against the Dark Arts class was over, Ron had just walked into the common room when he couldn't help shouting at Harry, "I can't believe you did it so easily? And of course, Neville, you did a great job! Ha! Did you see Snape's expression? He was like a bug that was bitten in half while eating an apple!"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the Gryffindors who were returning with Harry and the others couldn't help laughing.

Harry was also giggling, finding Ron's analogy very fitting.

This time, although he was punished and imprisoned by Snape, it was worth making a fool of himself if Snape could get the punishment he deserved.

Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors obviously think so too.

It's not because the punishment didn't fall on them, so they don't care.

But as a Gryffindor, punishment like confinement is really nothing.

Of all the Gryffindors who were in the third year and above, how many were not punished by the professors?

It really doesn't matter to them.

"To be honest, I really don't understand what Dumbledore and Link were thinking, why should Snape be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, that guy is arrogant and vicious, and it's not suitable at all! Remember what he told us when he was just in class?"

Ron seemed addicted, cleared his throat, and said in Snape's tone, "Oh! If it weren't for the fact that I helped you catch up at the end of last semester, a large part of you People are simply not eligible to continue taking the NEWT course of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

what! This is simply the big joke of the slippery world!

Anyone with a bit of IQ should know that the reason we got high marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts and other courses last year was entirely because Link ordered the D.A. Army to open up the D.A. improvement cram school!

What does this have to do with him Snape?

He was really embarrassed to take all the credit for himself! "

After Ron said the latter, his expression became grim.

It was obvious that he had substituted his grievances against Snape in class.

The surrounding Gryffindors were also very cheering, and laughed again.

Only this time, Harry didn't laugh along.

Hermione frowned and said:

"I think you're complaining here, you might as well practice Silent Spells or do some other homework. As long as your grades are good enough, Snape will have no reason to trouble you next time."

"Ha-Hermione, do you really think so?"

Ron seemed to have heard some big joke, "Your logic has a huge error! Snape is just trying to trouble us, and it has nothing to do with our grades! Your grades are not good enough. Did it? But what happened? Wasn't Snape still bothering you just now?

Also, how do you think I was targeted in my last class? What was Harry being punished for again?

I am saving you! How can you say that to me now? "

Listening to Ron's words, Hermione's face quickly began to redden again.

This made Harry a little helpless.

He felt that a new quarrel was about to begin.

He has almost convinced the two of them. Why is there a fight every day?

What he didn't expect was that Hermione, who was blushing, finally lowered her head and said:

"thanks…"

"What did you say?"

Ron frowned and looked at Hermione in shock.

He couldn't believe that these two words would pop out of Hermione's mouth.

According to common sense, shouldn't Hermione scold him immediately?

This made him a little suspicious that there was something wrong with his hearing.

Hearing this, Hermione raised her head abruptly and yelled at Ron:

"I said, thank you!"

The huge sound almost rang through the entire Gryffindor common room.

Now Ron was completely incapable of doing it, and he hesitated for a long time before he hummed "No thanks".

It made the surrounding classmates laugh again.

Harry laughed happily too.

He put his arms around Ron's shoulders and said:

"It would be best if you guys could reconcile. But I don't think that what Snape said in class just now is not without reason."

"What are you referring to?"

"He said that many people were admitted to the NEWT course because of him." Harry said with some emotion, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is indeed the case. You have to know that not everyone is qualified to take it. Join the DA army and enjoy the DA internal remedial courses. Except for us, more ordinary students did get good grades because Snape gave them a wave at the last minute.

In addition, he taught us the Silent Mantra today, which should also be well-intentioned.

After all, that is indeed a very useful skill. If you can really master it, it should be of great help to the future battles that may come.

So, Snape is a little bit annoying.

But overall, he is still a competent professor.

At least he's better than professors like Umbridge or Lockhart? "

These words had been in Harry's heart for a long time.

After today's class, he really felt that Snape wasn't that bad.

Even, Snape could even be called a good professor if you put aside those bad personalities and what they could target them.

It's just that Ron, Hermione and others obviously didn't feel this way.

Because as soon as he finished speaking, he found that almost all the students around were looking at him with extremely strange eyes.

Ron even reached out and touched his forehead twice, frowned and said:

"You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"What are you thinking?" Harry jerked Ron's arm away, "is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Let's put aside what you said first, shall we not talk about this issue. I think you have a bigger problem." Ron said with concern, "I have felt a few days ago that you are starting to become more and more serious. The more...the more kind, no, or kindness and self-discipline. You no longer stay in bed in the morning, and after you get up, you will make your own bed and wash yourself clean. You will no longer waste food when you eat , to be kind and polite to the students in the lower grades, and even less hostile to the Slytherins. And now, do you think Snape is not so bad?!"

"These... aren't these what I should do as a student?"

"It's true, but you weren't like this before. The changes in you have been too great recently. What's wrong with you?"

Hermione also came over and said:

"Also! What happened to your performance in the Potions class and the Defence Against the Dark Arts class just now? You were obviously not that smart and good before, but today, not only did you handle the Living Hell Potion perfectly , and the second person in the class to learn the Silent Spell! It's so reasonable!"

Gu </span> Harry stared blankly at Ron and Hermione.

Their words made him a little confused.

Harry actually noticed the change in himself.

Overall, these changes are almost all benign.

Therefore, he has not paid too much attention to it.

But now being questioned by Ron and Hermione, a doubt finally emerged from Harry's mind.

When did these changes start?

Did it start when you lived with Sirius?

Or did it start at the beginning of this semester?

Or, did it start when you started having that sweet dream?

Looking at Ron and Hermione's concerned eyes, Harry was at a loss for words.

He didn't know how to answer his two best friends, because even he didn't know which of the many choices was the correct answer.

"Harry! Huh! Harry Potter! And Neville Longbottom!"

At this moment, a slightly immature voice suddenly rang.

Being interrupted like this, Harry's little thought, which he finally had, was interrupted again.

Others are not interested in continuing to discuss this topic.

Everyone heard the sound and looked around, and saw that a second-year Gryffindor boy had quickly run up to them.

He seemed to have run all the way from the classroom. This intense exercise made his forehead full of sweat, and he was short of breath and could only gasp for breath with his hands on his knees.

But even so, he still handed a letter covered with wax stamps to Harry and Neville with difficulty:

"I have here... and your letter, yes... Professor Slughorn asked me to give it to you!"

"letter?"

Harry took the letter in confusion, "Why did he write to me again?"

"What else could it be for? Maybe I want to invite you to dinner together again!"

Ron was speaking in a strange way.

It had been a long time since Professor Slughorn had only invited Harry and Neville on the train and not him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Neville and Harry, who had just opened the letter, were looking at him with strange eyes.

This made him realize something.

He opened his mouth wide and said:

"I'm just... nonsense, shouldn't I have guessed it?"

"Yeah, Ron, you guessed it right. Not a dinner, but a party."

Harry said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Ron screamed and took the invitation letter in Harry's hand and looked at it.

While watching, while holding Neville in his arms, he kept shouting inexplicably:

"God! Harry, and Neville! Slughorn must have taken a fancy to your talents! Think about it, he'll be able to pull out a big pot of Flux after that, how much can you get this time? Benefit! Merlin is on top, you are going to make a fortune!"

"Wait, what elixirs? What make a fortune? What are you talking about?"

Seamus frowned and asked in a puzzled way—he didn't attend NWET's potions class, so he didn't know much about the class.

Ron was so excited he couldn't help himself.

He rushed to the long table in the lounge and started talking to everyone about Harry's feats in the morning class.

Looking at that proud appearance, it was as if he was the one who won the elixir in the end.

Harry didn't participate in Ron's story convention.

He walked slowly to the window alone, staring at the Forbidden Forest that was gradually turning yellow in the distance, Harry frowned tightly.

He didn't think Slughorn's invitation was just to make them rich.

In his conjecture, Slughorn must have a more utilitarian purpose.

Like, does he value something in himself?

Or, he also noticed the huge change in himself, and what did he try to gain from it?

Harry didn't know, he was just flustered for no reason.

This dinner party is probably not that simple!

But no matter what, he is going.

Because, Slughorn, probably knows something about his mother, Lily.

And Harry is quite curious about these things!

…

at the same time.

Snape and Draco were walking down the streets of Hogsmeade.

Compared to Diagon Alley, there were not many people in Hogsmeade on Thursday afternoon.

Apart from the shop assistants who were so bored that they were chatting and joking, there was hardly a single passenger on the street.

In fact, many shops on both sides of the street were closed at this time.

But even so, Draco was still so nervous that he couldn't help shivering.

Snape seemed to notice this.

His deep gaze swept over Draco's trembling shoulders, hesitating for a while, and finally reached out and took his hand.

Draco gave Snape a surprised look.

Snape, on the other hand, stared straight ahead, as if the hand holding Draco wasn't his at all.

Unlike Snape's cold, sticky appearance, his hands were warm, dry, and very powerful.

Feeling the warmth from the palm of his hand, Draco's nervousness subsided slightly, and his body no longer trembled.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"Professor Snape, you say, can my dad really come out?"

"Even if your brain is full of troll snot," Snape said lightly, "then you should know that Link isn't guilty of playing tricks on us on this kind of issue. Since he said we're going to pick up your father, then Then your father will really be released!"

"Then you say, will my father have been tortured mad by them? Or was he broken leg or hand or something?"

"Will not!"

"Why do you say that? You know how cruel Link Foley is, maybe he really..."

"To shut up!"

Snape interrupted suddenly and sharply, "From now on, I don't want to hear a single syllable from your mouth! I don't want to read a little bit of hatred or insult to Link in your head! Do you hear it?" "

Draco stared blankly at Snape, his eyes gradually turning red.

He didn't expect that Snape, whom he had always regarded as his godfather, turned towards Link Foley, and also said such heavy words to him.

However, Snape didn't have any interest in explaining this, he stretched out his hand and yanked it, and led Draco into the Three Broomsticks pub next to him.

Jingle Bell!

As they entered, the bell hanging on the door frame made a crisp sound.

This would startle Ms. Rosemerta, the proprietress, who was dozing on the bar.

She hurriedly raised her head, wiped her saliva and said:

"Welcome, we have... um!"

Ms. Rosmerta's words suddenly got stuck, she stared at Snape with surprise on her face.

As a tavern owner whose main business is from Hogwarts students, she certainly knew Professor Snape.

It could even be said that she was very familiar with Snape.

After all, almost every student who came to her shop for consumption would not involuntarily complain about Snape when they were happy.

What really surprised her was that today's Snape had changed his usual image.

Not only did he change into a gray robe, but he even washed his hair, making him look less greasy.

More particularly, Snape was holding a student with platinum blonde hair.

Where are they going?

Ms. Rosmerta couldn't help thinking.

Snape said coldly in a tone of notice:

"We're going to borrow your Floo fireplace here."

"When, of course, you are free."

Ms. Rosmerta stammered.

In fact, Snape dragged Draco into the fireplace before she could respond.

By the time Ms. Rosemerta finished speaking, Snape had already raised a handful of Floo powder and said expressionlessly:

"Ministry of Magic!"

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