Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 27 That Summer, That Girl

As a master of Occlumency and a man who could work undercover under Voldemort, Snape always controlled his emotions very well and never showed them.

But he never expected that when he told the secret that he had buried in his heart for many years to the son of the girl he once loved in the form of flower language, it seemed that... he was seen through by the other party on the spot?

Snape's face was expressionless, but his heart was surging.

How could this eleven-year-old boy understand the language of Victoria’s flowers?

With doubt, Snape met Harry's green eyes.

These eyes...

"Sif~"

By the clear lake, a red-haired girl was standing there prettily with a book in her arms, her pair of green eyes that showed joy and anger curved into beautiful crescents.

The weather is fine today. The sunshine shines on the girl, making her look even more lively and lovely.

When Snape heard the girl's voice, he nervously stuffed the dark magic book in his hand into his clothes.

But he didn't expect that in his panic, the book fell to the ground.

"Sev, you are studying the dark arts again!" Lily picked up the book, bit her lip and looked at Snape, her bright eyes full of sadness, "The dark arts will affect the souls of wizards. Professor Dumbledore once warned us so. Are you going to be like..."

"Okay, Lily." Snape lowered his head. "I hope you can understand me about this matter. I really want to..."

"Want to leave a good impression in front of that person? You should know what he advocates, right?" Lily said in a mocking tone, and then said sadly: "Sev, you once promised me... You disappoint me so much!"

"Lily, I..." Snape opened his mouth to explain, but the words couldn't come out.

Lily threw the book "Whispering in the Petals" in her hand heavily at Snape and ran away without looking back.

Snape would wake up from his dreams countless times in the middle of the night.

Only the book "Whispers in the Petals" can bring a little comfort to his heart.

Yes, Lily is the boy's mother...

Just as he was immersed in his memories of Lily, he suddenly noticed Harry's face.

Exactly the same as that arrogant and conceited face!
The heart that had begun to thaw suddenly froze again in an instant.

Broken special!

"Gryffindor... deduct two points." Snape had a blank expression on his face, and his tone was still dragging: "For your cleverness."

After saying that, Snape flicked his sleeves and rushed back to the podium.

"Harry!" Hermione whispered, "Why on earth do you say that? Good God, I thought it was Professor Snape who couldn't answer the question."

Harry raised an eyebrow and didn't answer Hermione's question.

He was also a little confused. What was going on with this professor?
You may suffer, but we Gryffindors are innocent, why are you deducting points from us?
However, he soon realized that Snape had gone easy on him. Unlike the Herbology class, Professor Snape did not let them learn theoretical knowledge first, but planned to let them learn relevant knowledge while doing practical operations.

Snape divided the students into groups of two and instructed them to mix a simple potion called a cure for scabies.

While the students were busy, Snape was dragging his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them weigh dry nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were criticized, only Harry escaped.

It’s not that Snape didn’t want to find fault with Harry, but because he stood in front of Harry for more than ten minutes without finding any fault. Every step was perfect.

Just a scabies potion, Harry thought. If you want to see me brew a Felicis Potion live, I can do it.

When Harry skillfully put the prepared scabies potion into the bottle, Snape finally gave his evaluation with a complicated expression.

"Very good. Considering the first-year level, it is considered qualified."

Ron looked as if he had seen a ghost. He lowered his head and dared not raise it, for fear that Snape would notice his expression.

If the professor finds out about this, ten points would be the least he could get.

Harry raised his head. He didn't know if he had seen it wrong, but Professor Snape's expression softened for a moment.

Just as he was about to say something, a thick acidic green smoke suddenly came out from the side, and a loud hissing sound was heard.

It was Neville, who had somehow managed to turn Seamus's cauldron into a warped mass, spilling the potion onto the flagstones and burning holes in the students' shoes.

In a few seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools. When the pot was overturned, Neville was soaked in the potion. His arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, and he screamed in pain.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, waving his wand to clean up the spilled potion on the floor. "I think you put the porcupine quills in the pot without taking it off the fire, didn't you, Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville was sobbing. It was not a pleasant feeling to have the unfinished scabies potion splashed on his body. The result was that a large number of scabies grew on the places where he was splashed.

"Weasley! Why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine quills?" Snape scolded Ron, "Do you think you are excellent because he made a mistake? Because of you, Gryffindor will be deducted three points!"

In fact, Ron and Neville were not in the same group. He was in the same group with Harry, but Neville was next to them.

This time, Ron suffered an unexpected disaster, but he didn't seem to be surprised and accepted Snape's troublemaking calmly.

Patience brings peace, this is the wisdom that Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George summed up in the Potions class and passed on to Ron before school started.

Sometimes Harry even wondered if every Potions professor had immeasurable hostility towards Gryffindor, especially those with the last name Weasley?
I think back then, Professor Sharp often targeted Gareth - of course, that was also because Gareth's hands were not very clean and he always liked to smuggle medicinal materials.

Then, the scabies potion that Harry had prepared was ruthlessly requisitioned by Snape. The potion was sprinkled on Neville's affected area, and the scabies disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Harry held his chin with his hands, half of his face hidden behind his hands, and sighed helplessly.

He always felt that Snape was weird, and out of curiosity he decided to ask Hagrid what was going on.

After all, Hagrid had been a gamekeeper at Hogwarts for so many years, and was good friends with Mom and Dad, so there was no reason for him not to know what happened between them.

(End of this chapter)