When Felix came out of the headmaster's office, he was still thinking about the last advice Dumbledore gave him: never try to play with people's hearts.

He shook his head and prepared to go see Hagrid's big dog. That guy should be back to five or six feet tall, right?

On the other side.

In the Gryffindor common room, many people were still discussing what had just happened. Right in front of them, Professor McGonagall dragged Neville Longbottom away with a scary-looking old woman.

From the helpless expression on his little round face, it seemed that he was about to go to the execution ground.

"That's Neville's grandmother. I met her during the holidays." Harry introduced, "She is very strict with Neville."

Hermione whispered, "Professor Happ must have persuaded her, so she came to take Neville to buy a new wand."

The three of them knew that Professor Happ suggested that Neville change his wand, and they also accompanied Neville to mail the professor's letter.

Ron pointed out bluntly: "He should have changed it a long time ago. You don't know how great the effect is after I changed my new wand! But speaking of it, Neville's grandmother seems to be very strong. Why don't his parents come?"

Harry said: "Maybe they were killed by Death Eaters. At that time, Neville's grandmother mentioned that Neville's parents were tortured by Death Eaters but never leaked the information."

"Death Eaters..." Ron said disgustedly, "What a group of heinous people."

"Yeah," Harry said unhappily, "Just like that Sirius Black."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Harry had been acting very strange since Thursday night.

Ron said: "Harry, my letter has been sent, but my father hasn't replied yet."

"Well, thank you." Harry replied weakly.

Hermione looked at the time, "Sorry, I'm going to go out for a while." She left in a hurry and came back again about seven or eight minutes later, yawning and looking around, passing by their seats twice.

Ron said dissatisfiedly: "Hermione, I thought you were Neville in disguise. Your memory is so bad."

"What? Oh, I was just thinking about something. We talked about the intelligence on Thursday night, Harry, let's sort it out again. To be honest, I don't know what you are depressed about."

Harry said dejectedly: "I used to wonder why Snape hated me so much... A dozen days ago, I thought it was because he and my father were mortal enemies when we were in school, but now I find that my mother is also involved." Hermione

opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. Ron said: "You are stuck in a dead end, Harry. It's easy to understand if you think about it. Snape and your mother are neighbors and have a certain friendship. He may even have a crush on your mother. But the two drifted further and further apart after the sorting. As for your father and Snape, it's another matter."

He finally concluded: "In fact, they are just two people Snape knows, one is a neighbor and the other is a mortal enemy, but they just happen to be your parents."

Harry said: "I always feel weird. I didn't expect that I could be related to Snape."

"It's just the friendship and hatred of the previous generation. Think about it, Harry." Ron said, "If I want, I can be related to any Death Eater. I mean those pure-bloods... If I dwell on this all day, I'm afraid I'll be angry to death." He made a vomiting expression.

"But, according to what you said, if Snape liked my mother," Harry couldn't help shuddering, as if his body was covered with sticky Flobberworms, "why didn't the two of them get together later?"

Ron said puzzledly, "Is there any connection? Were you looking forward to Snape becoming--"

Harry covered his mouth in frustration, and Ron said with a smile, "Are you still bored? I'll let you think too much."

Harry said unhappily, "If you say that again, I'll stuff Uncle Vernon's stinky socks into your mouth while you sleep at night." Then he stammered for a long time, thinking about how to explain the awkward feelings in his heart, and finally gave up completely, "I just feel uncomfortable all over!"

Hermione thought aside, "Harry, I think your worries are completely unnecessary. It's impossible for the two of them to be together."

"Why?" Harry asked eagerly. He had been troubled by this weird feeling these days, even more than his hatred for Sirius Black. He couldn't wait to find more evidence.

"Because of the war." Hermione said, "Don't forget the background at that time. That was the era when You-Know-Who was most rampant, and Slytherin College was equivalent to the Death Eaters' boot camp at that time."

"So?" Ron asked with interest. He took out a bag of fruit jelly and handed it to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "Didn't you think of the issue of camps? Do you really think it's just a game? According to You-Know-Who's ideas, Harry's mother is a Muggle-born, the lowest existence, and naturally stands on the opposite side of You-Know-Who. And Snape... is he a pure blood or a half-blood?" She looked at Ron and asked uncertainly.

Ron recalled carefully, "I don't remember there being a Snape family. Maybe he inherited his father's surname?"

"Then he should be a half-blood," Hermione said, "But anyway, he stood on the side of the You-Know-Who—"

Harry said rationally, "He didn't. If he was a Death Eater, he couldn't have escaped Dumbledore's sight."

"Well," Hermione amended her words, "According to Professor Lupin, Snape at least partially agrees with the You-Know-Who's ideas, right? Think about it, Harry, how could they be together? Their circles are completely two opposing camps!"

Harry suddenly understood, and the problem that troubled him was solved. They soon began to discuss enthusiastically how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.

"The only thing that can fight Dementors at present is the Patronus Charm, but he can't hold a wand," Hermione said.

Ron guessed, "Maybe it's some kind of advanced black magic that the You-Know-Who taught him?"

Hermione thought of the pile of black magic books in Professor Hep's thinking room, and decided to ask Professor Hep privately if he knew. "By the way, Harry, do you always carry that peephole with you?"

"Yeah," Harry took out a walnut-sized golden peephole from his pocket, "It looks like it's broken and has never changed."

Ron said quickly, "Don't, if it really changes, we'll be in trouble."

Several people were doing their homework in the lounge. In the middle, Wood came to find Harry and told him the latest Quidditch training plan. Wood pulled Harry aside mysteriously and said something excitedly.

When Harry came back, Ron couldn't help asking, "He looks very happy?"

"Yes," Harry carefully put the parchment filled with the training plan in the book, "According to him, the troll captain of Slytherin is likely to be detained by the professor, and he is ready to keep an eye on it."

After about an hour, Neville came back, with no obvious expression on his face.

"Neville, this way!" Harry waved at him, "How's the new wand?"

Neville muttered, "Not bad." He took out two wands from his pocket, one old and one new, but other than that, they were surprisingly similar.

Hermione carefully distinguished them, "Cherry wood, of course, the wand core is unicorn hair, and as for the size..." She measured it, "Thirteen inches. Is that right?"

Neville looked at her in surprise.

Hermione said happily, "I spent a lot of time studying wands last school year."