Snape's eyes were dark and sinister.

She stared straight into Harry's eyes, with tiny bits of magic surging in her jewel-like pupils.

"You know my level of Occlumency." Harry smiled softly, "Don't use this trick again."

Snape looked away and met Hermione's gaze.

The magic invaded her brain, but before Snape could look through her memories, Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her behind him: "Professor, it is inappropriate to use Legilimency on students."

"Potter!" Snape wanted to bite his back teeth and spit in Harry's face, tearing his hateful cheeks and eyes into pieces. "Since Black came back, your brain is like something that has been eaten by a dog."

"Do you remember what I said..."

Harry said expressionlessly: "Professor Snape, I know exactly what I am doing."

"You know it very well?" Snape smiled contemptuously, "With so many prohibited materials, what on earth do you want to cook?"

"You are the youngest and most talented Potions Master of this century." Harry praised him softly, "and an extremely outstanding Legilimency Master. How could there be something you don't know? Mr. Snape, it's really surprising."

"Potter, answer my question." Snape emphasized.

Harry shook his head. "Just some potion research."

"A new potion formula?" Snape raised his eyebrows. "You're not here yet..."

He paused and then changed his words: "You are not at the level of using these contraband items now."

Harry looked him straight in the face. "Need me to repeat myself? I know exactly what I'm doing."

Hermione grasped Harry's robes nervously.

Ron clutched his robes nervously.

"Potter." Snape pulled out his wand. "I suggest you listen carefully to what the professor says."

Harry sneered: "You also know my last name is Potter."

Snape's face changed.

Harry slowed down his tone and repeated the words without thinking: "I can't watch my friend being killed by him and do nothing."

Ron was a little confused. He didn't understand why Harry suddenly said such a thing.

Hermione was startled, then quickly recalled.

This is what Harry said to Professor Snape last year after Ginny was captured by Tom and left behind that very "sincere" invitation letter.

After saying this, Snape no longer stopped Harry.

This moment is just like that moment.

Snape's face changed again, he clenched his wand and couldn't say anything.

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and left with the things, followed closely by Hermione and Ron.

Snape stopped trying to stop him. He stood blankly in front of the table, staring at the desk where Harry had sat. He shook his head and sat on another desk. The effect of the brain-blocking technique seemed to be gradually fading from him.

"You and Professor Snape..." Ron finally realized something, "seem not as close as before?"

Before, they were also so sharp-tongued.

But the atmosphere was not so tense.

Harry pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Professor Snape, I mean Snape." Hermione asked carefully, "He and..."

"Guess," Harry interrupted.

Hermione lowered her head, turned hastily to the side, and came out quickly, carrying the smell of other classes on her body: "Harry, maybe I should ask clearly?"

She thought about this sentence for a whole class, and then mustered up the courage she had accumulated throughout the class before she said it out loud.

"I asked Professor Dumbledore, but he wouldn't tell me." Harry shook his head.

"Then why not ask Snape?" Ron made a suggestion. He was not as sharp as Hermione and couldn't guess what it might be.

Hermione and Harry glanced at him with strange looks.

"It's different, it's different, Ron." Hermione shook her head helplessly, "If, I just said if, if that really happened, Harry shouldn't have asked Snape anyway."

"Why?" Ron asked puzzled.

Hermione looked at Harry's profile: "Harry is giving Snape a chance."

Give...a chance?

Ron was confused and didn't quite understand.

"You should have been more clear!" Ron muttered, "Like what is this..."

Hermione glared at him.

Ron shrank his head and said, "You two are so smart. Okay, okay, I'll think about it myself. I should be able to figure it out."

The next day in Potions class.

Snape didn't say a word to Harry, deliberately ignoring him, not commenting on the potion, nor finding fault and deducting points. This made the young wizards a little uncomfortable. What happened to the professors recently? Why did they all start to change their style?

Professor Lupin became handsome and Professor Snape became "gentle".

Will the strict Professor McGonagall end up doting on the little wizard?

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is extremely cruel.

Professor McGonagall has become more strict. She has recently consulted Godric about many things that happened at Hogwarts. She realized that with such an unreliable headmaster, she, as the vice-headmaster, should shoulder more responsibilities.

Harry was not affected at all and continued to study the potion.

Blizzard potion, he found a similar potion - "Lucky Potion". This potion, which has the reputation of "lucky potion", is not essentially to bring good luck to the user, but to enhance the user's perception, even including the sixth sense, presenting a state of "omnipotent luck".

Acromantula eggs, unicorn horns, and blood...

The combination of these things opened the door to a new world for Harry.

It seems that you can make use of not only the positive effects of the materials, but also the negative effects of the materials?

He adjusted the recipe and experimented bit by bit.

I also went to the Forbidden Forest over the weekend and dug out a handful of eight-eyed giant spider eggs. If you can buy materials for free, it's best to avoid spending money.

Monday night.

Across the Black Lake.

Harry waved his wand and chanted a spell, and as he wished, a violent wind blew, rustling the trees and causing ripples on the water.

He pointed his wand downward again and chanted another spell.

The raindrops fell, but it could hardly be called a rainstorm. It was more like moderate rain.

Then gently raise it.

Dark clouds gathered and thunder roared.

"Harry, you've made great progress." Dumbledore cast a rain-proof spell on himself and Harry and applauded him.

Harry had a blank expression and shook his head: "Not even close."

"Is it Gryffindor's note?" Dumbledore inquired.

Harry nodded.

He increased his magic output, and the raindrops became bigger.

"Have you had some unpleasantness with Severus recently?" Dumbledore observed Harry's spell casting and suddenly asked after not being able to find any problems.

Harry was not affected at all: "He doesn't seem to be such a chatterbox."

"I have always been paying attention to you." Dumbledore said gently.

Harry smiled softly: "I knew you were spying on us again."

"I just heard some rumors." Dumbledore looked up at the dark clouds. "You know, Gryffindor has been very enthusiastic recently and would chat with every portrait."

"Even the lives of portraits are peeped into." Harry whistled softly.

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed: "You can trust Severus completely."

"Then you should tell me about it." Harry turned his head and looked at him, his tone serious, "No matter what happens, I have the right to know about it related to my parents."

Dumbledore wanted to say something else.

Harry waved his wand heavily from top to bottom, and a bolt of lightning fell and struck the surface of the lake, scaring a mermaid who had just emerged and wanted to breathe the rain water, and the mermaid shivered and hurriedly dived back.

Thunder interrupted him, and Harry continued, "I trust Snape very much."

"What happened to Peter?"

"And how did I treat him?"

"Hermione, a fourteen-year-old little witch, can see that I'm giving Snape a chance."

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Can't you see?"

Harry's expression was calm, and his tone was calm, but the flashes and noises in the thunderclouds became more frequent, and the raindrops became heavier.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Harry held the wand with both hands again and continued to practice the weather spell, pondering the fleeting feeling just now, and asking Dumbledore some questions from time to time.

They didn't bring up anything else related to "Snape".

Until June.

Final exams are coming.

The young wizards had two fulfilling semesters and made significant progress, especially in their Defense Against the Dark Arts skills.

This made the other three deans, except Snape, smile more.

This year's "owls" exam, Defense Against the Dark Arts, has nearly twice as many "E"s as in previous years, and even several more "O"s.

Professor Lupin's achievements are obvious.

What made them happiest was that nothing unexpected happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year, and Harry did not beat up the professor of this course - oh, no, he had already "beaten" him once at the beginning of the school year, and even Sirius, who was teaching the class on behalf of the teacher, could not escape.

But the impact is not significant. Except for the professors, the young wizards almost don't know about it.

Apparently, next year's professor will continue to be Remus Lupin, and the effect of the curse seems to be gradually losing its effectiveness.

Werewolves can be safe too.

Black Lake.

Hermione counted her grades on her fingers. This year she finally caught up with Harry in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but even if she took into account the grades of several other courses that Harry did not choose, she still could not surpass Harry in the ranking.

Still second place.

Ron maintained his third place level and had a huge gap with the fourth place.

The little badgers celebrated happily.

Ron lazily lay by the lake: "This year's house cup should belong to Hufflepuff."

Hermione glared at him unhappily, "If George and Fred didn't bring people to fight with Slytherin every day, we would still be able to win the house cup this year."

She looked back again and saw Harry waving his wand, taking out parchment and a quill, and writing a letter.

"Harry?" Hermione leaned over and took a look. "You asked Professor Dumbledore not to give you any more extra points?"