Hermione and Ron looked after Harry.

There was obviously no difference in his walking posture from usual, but in their eyes, it suddenly had a sense of passion and heroic sacrifice.

He really has a big heart.

I have to go see Snape after class.

"Potter." Snape was sorting out the lesson plans. When he heard footsteps, he suddenly looked up and glanced at his features and eyes. The disgust that had just disappeared surged up again. "Anything else?"

"Thank you for your teaching." Harry nodded in thanks, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Snape's facial features twisted, as if he had heard something extremely disgusting: "Oh... I can actually hear thanks from a Gryffindor. I wish I could rip off each of their heads and put them on top of the tower."

"nausea!"

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

"Put away that pathetic, hateful look of yours, Potter, and speak your mind."

Harry said, "I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore that my mother had some potion notes with you, and I thought..."

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

At this point, he stopped talking, took a deep breath, and then continued: "I do have a few notes from Evans, but I don't think you are qualified to inherit them now."

"Even a scabies potion was made so carelessly that it fell into your hands, just like a troll finding a magic wand. You can only use it as a fire stick."

Harry stared at Snape without saying anything.

Snape became even angrier and poked Harry's chest with his wand. "When you ask someone for something, you have to humble yourself. No one taught you this before, but I'll teach you now!"

"Potter, remember this!"

Harry flicked the wand away: "I may understand the professor's feelings, but please remember that this is my mother's legacy."

He emphasized the words "mom" and "relics" a little.

Bang!

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

"Professor." Harry was not afraid of him and had already put his hand into the Sorting Hat.

"Very good, very good." Snape clenched his fists. Harry's little movements did not escape his eyes, which added fuel to his anger. "I thought you could change a little, but you are still the arrogant, smelly, and arrogant Gryffindor."

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

"If you can't get an 'O', forget about the notes."

"Even if Dumbledore comes, I'm telling you!"

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

Snape snorted coldly, put down what he was holding, and left the classroom without looking back. He really didn't want to see Potter for even a second longer.

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

Hermione nodded.

Harry was confused: "Aren't we having a pleasant conversation? Why do you feel like we're going to fight?"

"You even put your hand in the hat!" Hermione couldn't control her voice. Did Harry have any misunderstanding about the word "pleasant"?

What's in the hat?

The Sword of Gryffindor.

Harry shook his head: "I'm just wondering if I should give the professor some storage fees."

"Why give him money?" Ron clenched his fists. "He hates you so much, maybe he has some conspiracy in keeping your mother's belongings."

Harry emphasized: "Ron, the professor is a good man."

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

"Professor Snape should like my mother." Harry put on his schoolbag and walked out first, and the two children followed behind him. "He is my father's rival in love."

“But there should be more than that.”

Love rival!

The news was so shocking that Ron and Hermione almost collided with each other.

"Oh, how did you know?" Hermione readjusted the way she held her schoolbag, very curious and gossipy, "Did Headmaster Dumbledore tell you?"

Harry shook his head. "That's too obvious."

But... it's abnormal if the emotions are too strong.

Like the pair of rivals Harry knew, Yennefer and Triss, who were jealous of each other for the White Wolf, and they were even good friends before.

But not to the extent of Snape.

He had to find a way to figure out the reason - he had to admit that Snape was the Potions master Harry could most easily get into contact with, and he benefited greatly from just a few words of advice. What if he could learn all his skills?

They formed a group and went out of the castle.

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but be curious.

What kind of story did Snape have with Harry's parents that made Snape hate them so much?

But Harry didn't know either.

They discussed along the way, imagining the contents of countless novels - such as Jane Eyre, or Clarissa. Of course, Harry's mother was not the heroine in any of them, and it was natural that she was imagined to be Professor Snape because of her tragic past.

It didn't take long to reach Hagrid's hut - which was quite large considering Hagrid's size.

Harry knocked on the door.

Hagrid opened the door amid the barking of dogs.

Harry was about to say hello when he glanced across the room and his eyes widened in surprise.

Ron and Hermione were stunned - they had not spent much time together, but they had never seen Harry with any expression other than "expressionless". Even when the atmosphere between him and Snape became so tense, Harry remained calm and composed even when faced with a catastrophe.

What's in the room?

They looked over.

It was ordinary, even a little simple, making Ron feel like he was back home.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hagrid pressed his teeth, his face a little restrained, "Is there something wrong with my family?"

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

luxury?

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry curiously, looking particularly hard into his eyes.

Can those amber lion eyes really see a different world from theirs? --Gryffindors are privately rumored that Harry's eyes can see through magic, life and death, and that the dark devil died under these eyes.

Hagrid was also puzzled.

He lives a comfortable life, but it can't be called luxurious... right?

"A dog bed and blanket made of unicorn hair." Harry raised his hand and rubbed his face. "Wind chimes made of mermaid scales, and those, are those a few Bowtruckles?"

"And those, are they salamanders?" He pointed at the stove in the room, where some vague figures were jumping around.

Harry only named the ones he knew.

There's a lot more in the house than just that.

There were more than a dozen jars on the windowsill, each of which exuded a strong magical scent, such as the venom, blood or saliva of magical creatures.

There were also many materials in the room that he couldn't recognize, huge shells, things that looked like they had fallen off a large spider, and some old but still sharp teeth...

Hagrid's eyes sparkled. "Harry, that's great. Do you like these cute little creatures too?"

"No." Harry shook his head decisively, "I just like the material they are made of."

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 strand cost ten Galleons.

This dirty, inconspicuous doghouse might cost thousands of Galleons.

"Oh, all right." Hagrid muttered, but didn't take it to heart. Most wizards had similar attitudes to Harry, except for some special ones like the little pockmarked face. "Are you getting used to staying in Hogwarts? I heard from the professors that you performed very well."

"Not bad," Harry replied perfunctorily, his eyes still roaming around the room.

Ron poked his head out and took the pancake from Hagrid. "Hagrid, do you know about Professor Snape and Harry's father?"

"Harry's father?" Hagrid was stunned for a moment, and his hand trembled, and a piece of pancake fell and hit Hermione on the head.

Hermione held her head and cried out in pain: "Harry said that Professor Snape might be a love rival of his father."

"Oh, Harry, how did you know that? Who gossiped about that to you?" Hagrid exclaimed, his voice as loud as thunder.

Harry glanced back. "No one told me, but it was so obvious it was hard not to see."

"But he's just a love rival, he shouldn't have such strong malice towards me."

“I want to know about their past, too.”

Hagrid lowered his head. "Harry, I'm just a key keeper. I don't know much about what's going on in the castle."

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

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

Steal love.

Ron and Hermione's faces brightened.

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

"Damn it! I don't remember Lily and James being so perceptive." Hagrid clenched his fists and sighed, "Talking to you is like talking to Dumbledore. How come you both can see through people's hearts so well?"

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

"Perhaps you will think that Snape's attitude is terrible, but please believe him. Among all the people in Hogwarts, including Mr. Dumbledore, he may be the one who least wants you to get into trouble."

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

"Professor Snape is indeed reliable, and Dumbledore trusts him very much." Hagrid emphasized.

Harry agreed: "I also believe in Professor Snape. He may wish that I was disfigured, blind, or even had a different personality, but he certainly doesn't want to see anything happen to me."

oh……

Ron opened his mouth, not quite sure how to respond to this.

Hagrid did the same, his grip loosened and another rock cake hit Hermione on the head.

Hermione suppressed her tears and said, "I don't think this is a kind gesture..."