Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

every time.

Once the medicine is made, the person who makes it will fall into pain that feels like it is burning in flames. Every inch of skin, every blood vessel, eyeballs, internal organs, including the brain and soul - this happens on that day every month.

The only difference between the person who makes the medicine and the one who drinks it is that the person who makes it will not die.

In other words, a talented potion master could theoretically make thirty sets of "Burn" if he had enough materials.

Then, the rest of her life would become an eternal hell of fire, with torture every moment.

——This price is indeed worthy of the effect of "burning": killing without a trace, difficult to prevent. Unable to detect, can not be traced. Compared with the killing curse, it is more strange and hidden.

No wand is even needed.

Severus Snape looked at the girl who acted as if nothing had happened after killing someone.

There was mist in her eyes.

The medicinal root was lit, and after stirring it into a sticky liquid, a light green smoke rose up. A huge shadow was cast in the algae-colored lake, cruising and crushing the water vines, silently but frightening people from the bottom of their hearts.

The phantom gradually solidified.

Not Lily Evans's look.

It’s… Mori Tsukisa.

The same smile.

He couldn't believe that he actually felt fear in a ten-year-old girl - that kind of feminine and vicious feeling was not like the goose bumps caused by a poisonous snake crawling on the skin. She was like a lake that no one had set foot on for a long time.

Dead leaves fell on it, turbid mud, dead insects and spider webs.

Beneath the lake's surface a deformed whale slept.

The gurgling sound gradually faded, and the potion in the crucible began to emit wisps of white smoke, and the sweet smell dissipated in the air.

The two were silent for a long time...

"Do you think I should tell Dumbledore about this?"

The cold bat folded its wings, turned its head and sneered: "You can do anything for her." He stared at Harry, his eyes dark: "Do you think I will help you...cover for you?" Snape uttered a "ha", strode to Harry, leaned down and looked seriously into those emerald green eyes. "Your arrogance is becoming more and more like your father's."

After staring at the familiar green for a few seconds, he quickly looked away. He turned around and poured out the dregs in the crucible as if nothing had happened.

"You completed a plan that landed you in Azkaban, Harry Potter. You concocted the Burn, and you thought that after you killed Dolores Umbridge, the Ministry's Aurors would not be able to find a clue. You did this under Dumbledore's nose, and you will disappoint many people."

Yes.

But it's none of my business.

She was a threat to her sister, so she had to die.

"I really want those who died for you to hear what you are saying now."

Snape finished speaking and Harry fell silent.

She thought of Tiffany, Doyne, Zales, and Manny.

She thought of Ms. Vivian, who had a ferocious expression and held her wrist tightly.

The few emotions she had were tormenting the girl, who was in physical and spiritual pain, burning her brain and heart.

——A flash of regret flashed across the face of the man with his back to her.

He wiped his fingers and changed the subject:

"Do you know what's in Azkaban?" he threatened her, his black robes spreading out to blend in with the gloom of the room.

"There are countless Dementors there. Criminals thrown into prison will live with fear all day long, in dark cells, on the sea - no one can come to save you, your sister, your stupid friends in Gryffindor - you will suddenly disappear from Hogwarts, and they can only get a few words about you from the newspapers."

"Miss Potter, I really want to ask you: Did you use your brain before making a decision? Carrying such a dangerous potion with you, just to pour it into the mouth of someone who upsets you one day? Just in case?"

Snape stared at her gloomily, his words becoming more and more severe - but Harry became more and more confused.

If you listen from another angle, it feels like...

There is a kind of...

I hate iron but cannot make steel...

Fatherly feeling?

She wasn't sure if there was something wrong with her brain, but... it looked very similar?

Professor Severus Snape. Helped her deceive Dumbledore and dragged her into the room, just to...

Threaten her?

"…There was no bathroom, no rest, and besides the sound of the waves, the only sounds were the prisoners' wailing and laughter…"

Severus Snape lit several brighter candles.

"Your reputation is no longer loud, or rather, loud in another way."

He spoke slowly, but his hands moved very quickly. He squeezed out juice from the wet plant roots, chopped up a few long insect legs, and put them in a new crucible.

"'Burn' leaves no evidence."

"Yes, you are smart, young lady." Snape stopped and glared at her: "It was a unique way of death, and there were only two people in Hogwarts who had the motivation and ability: Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape."

Harry pulled out a wand from somewhere and tapped the candle. The thin flame swayed left and right. "…What should I do, Professor?"

The old bat's sarcasm became stronger: "I'm really touched that you still worry about me."

"Perhaps by 'Professor' I meant Dumbledore."

Snape choked.

This terrible way of choking is too familiar.

Many years ago, a certain Miss Evans used to talk to herself like this...

The man was busy with the medicine in his hand and sighed imperceptibly.

"Do you really know what you are doing?" Snape's voice was so light that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the blade hitting the board: "Oh, a head that thinks in a straight line like a troll..."

Snape glanced at the ugly, charred sore on the back of Harry's hand, followed her fingers, and saw her wand.

His eyes paused and he snorted a few times: "That old guy really made a mistake... How could a master chosen by an acacia wand be kind..." Snape swept the debris aside, added water, and lit the fire.

Harry waved his wand aimlessly, controlling the pieces of paper in the air to fly around: "That's what she deserves. She can punish me, but she shouldn't slander her sister."

"You were much more obedient in front of your so-called 'sister' than you are now."

"…Because I'm not sure if my sister likes it." Harley rubbed her nose and flicked her wrist. The paper in the air was burned into a handful of ashes and fell down. She was a little annoyed: "There are too many things I don't know…"

The crucible slowly began to emit blue mist over a low fire. The man stood quietly in the mist, like a boatman in the water, staring blankly at the boiling potion.

"You'll leave with her."

"Yes, Professor."

"If I understand correctly, forever? Leaving this world?"

"should."

Snape paused for a few seconds. "...Then you have to focus your energy...on other things. Potions won't help her at all. Your 'sister' is much more powerful than you think. If there really is an 'other world' - do you think you can find potion materials there? You're not good enough, young lady."

"…Thank you, Professor."

The two men stopped talking. The only sounds in the room were the gurgling of boiling water and the occasional thumping of medicine.

One is a skinny shadow that disappears into the night, a bat whose good or evil is unpredictable.

One is a poisonous narcissus born in the mud, a monster with a deformed soul.

The unknown magic potion took two hours to make. After the sunset-colored potion was put into the teardrop-shaped glass bottle, the milky white smoke was extinguished by the man with a "hiss".

He shook the scalding bottle, walked over to the chair, and pinched the dozing girl's mouth into a duck's.

Tilt the bottle and pour it all in.

Gumbling.

After drinking, Snape glanced at the girl who was wiping her mouth, and seemed satisfied that she did not resist.

Humph.

"This is…"

"A purifying potion to remove evil curses. Mixed type." The worried professor rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the mess: "It can remove the curse and suppress the magic fire that will erupt in your body this month because of your 'genius move'. I feel sorry for those books you bought. Do they know that the person reading them is a fool?"

Harley sat in the chair obediently without saying a word. She raised her left hand, and the black sore on the back of her hand faded away quietly, and the burning pain that burned her brain, heart and body disappeared without a trace.

"You'd better pray that this matter won't cause me too much trouble, otherwise I will hand you over to the Ministry of Magic." The other party still showed his useless fangs in a timid manner: "Dementors are not so easy to talk to, Harry Potter."

“…I would say I did everything.”

Snape gave her a sidelong glance. "Then the whole wizarding world will know that I have taught a genius. Miss Potter, shut up and go back to sleep."

Snape grabbed Harry's collar again, pulled her out of the chair, pushed her roughly, and threw her out of the office. "Get out."

boom.

Slam the door.

Chapter 166 Freedom, Carriage, Girl

There were many different opinions among the students about Umbridge's disappearance. Some thought she just left suddenly for something, some thought the ghost hidden in Hogwarts scared her to death; some small conspirators (Slytherin) speculated that perhaps Umbridge's arrival was related to Dumbledore, and that this glamorous but evil wizard killed the great lady from their college - and there was also a slander that Godric might have resurrected and stabbed her to death with Gryffindor's sword.

That's it.

Even if it's Salazar Slytherin who should be cleansed out.

There's no need for Godric to resurrect that pink toad who pretends to be a girl all day long.

All in all, there was a lot of nonsense going on, including a lot of rumors about Harry Potter: after all, she was the last person known to have seen Umbridge.

'She killed Umbridge!'

'She's a Dark wizard!'

Few people agreed with this statement, and even most of the Slytherin students shook their heads after hearing it.

An underage wizard killed the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic?

According to Professor Snape, 'If you believe those Gryffindor water-filled brains, you'd better not say they are Slytherin students.'

Yes, doesn't that make it seem that the people from Gryffindor are much more powerful than them?

No, no, no.

The impact of this incident was deep and wide, and the students were unaware of the problems hidden behind it. They only greeted their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the short, plump girl, again amid the noise, and then looked forward to the end of the first half of the semester.

The week before Christmas.

The young wizards will return by train along the same route and return to school in early January.

Mori Yuesha didn't need Miles to pick her up, she came and went as she pleased with little Harry. However, Draconian and Hermione had the same idea, and the closer the holiday came, the more they stuck to Mori Yuesha, hanging around her and talking non-stop whenever they got the chance.

Draconian: 'Malfoy Manor...'

Hermione: 'My home...'

The two wanted to invite Mori Yuesa to play, but they felt uncomfortable saying it - in front of the "enemy", whoever was rejected would lose.

'How about coming to my house?'

Before leaving, Dumbledore met with Mori Yuesha once more. He was going to the Ministry of Magic during the holiday to investigate the disappearance of Dolores Umbridge. The old headmaster warned Mori Yuesha that the spell on Harry Potter might not have worked until now.

The long absence and Mori Yuesha's interference, coupled with the deaths of the Dursleys, made it clear that the protective spell that Lily Evans had cast at the cost of her life was no longer effective.

In a sense, Harry has been completely exposed to the eyes of the dark forces - just like what Harry encountered before, there will be more Death Eaters later, and even that person might appear.

Dumbledore meant for Mori Yuesa to keep an eye on Harry. The vacation was short, and he even thought about letting Harry stay in Hogwarts.

"You are meddling too much, old Dongdong." This is what Mori Yuesha said. "She is already mine, and her fate is no longer subject to the will of your world. Her body and soul, her friends, her enemies. All of these will be deflected to the path in front of my feet, and you can take your eyes off her."

'Oh, I rarely see you so serious.'

"I'm speaking to you in a serious way, old cockroach."

'Harry Potter is a child cursed by fate... Mori Yuesa, I hope you can treat her well.'