Harry felt that ever since Snape made a trip to Grimmore Square, the holiday time seemed to have been fitted with a Muggle rocket booster, and flew away with a "whoosh".

Ron and Hermione spent the rest of the summer discussing this matter. Ron's expression made Harry even more nervous.

"Bro, you have to be careful.

Snape will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity!

A private class … If something happens during the class … there will be no witnesses!

I think I'd better write a letter to Charlie to see if there's any way to prevent the curse — "Ron saw Harry so frightened for the first time, so she also became busy, but this made Harry even more restless.

Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and growled, "Ron!

Professor Snape is a member of the Phoenix Society, he won't hurt Harry! "

Ron blushed and snorted, "I don't trust that old bat."

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Well, even if you don't trust Snape, he can't hurt Harry during the class.

Except for some very special circumstances, professors in Hogwarts can't deliberately do anything that could endanger the students' lives or minds. Although they can slightly punish the students, Ferch's iron chains are already the limit.

This is restricted by the Hogwarts law. I mean, in 'Hogwarts, A History of the University', it is clearly mentioned … "

"But will Snape care about any restrictions?"

Ron sneered, "Think about it, he used to be a Death Eater, then became a professor, and happened to meet the son of his archenemy … If I'm so lucky to meet Malfoy's son, I won't let him go." Ron sniffed with fascination. Harry shrank her body and sat away from him.

"Oh, if you want to teach Malfoy's son a lesson, you should first think about whether you can become a professor with your terrible grades.

At the very least, Snape won't turn a mouse that should have turned into a pineapple into a pool of ugly juice. "Hermione said bluntly and then flipped through the book.

"Then, what is' very special circumstances', Hermione?" In order to prevent the two from quarreling again, Harry swallowed her saliva and pretended to be curious.

"There is only one such situation I know — a curse." Hermione's expression eased a little, "Do you remember Quirrell?

And that fake Moody? "

Harry nodded, and Ron chimed in, "Quirrell is also a professor. at that time, he spared no effort to kill Harry. If Dumbledore didn't arrive in time, he would have succeeded!"

"That's what I want to say." Hermione waved the book in her hand impatiently, "You haven't forgotten what Quirrell taught, right?"

"It's the Black Magic Defense Technique." Harry and Ron looked at each other, "The cursed Black Magic Defense Technique..."

"Yes!"

Hermione's eyes widened. For some reason, Harry felt that her expression at this time was very similar to Professor Trelawney's.

"The most popular version is that the mysterious person failed to apply for the position, so she became angry and cursed. Therefore, no one who taught this course could stay in this position for more than a year, but I once happened to meet the ghost of Ravenclaw —"

"How did you meet the ghost of Ravenclaw?

She usually hides in the tower and doesn't come out — "

"Ron!"

Harry and Hermione glared at Ron together.

Ron touched her nose and reached out to Hermione.

"Okay, you continue."

"Yes, according to Ms. Ravenclaw's memories, this curse has existed since her mother. Her mother is Rona Ravenclaw!

I've checked all the traceable information, and according to my speculation, the one who cursed her must be Slytherin himself!

Think about it, Slytherin was best at black magic, and he was looking forward to carrying forward what he had learned in his life. However, Gryffindor didn't agree, and insisted on creating a Black Magic Defense Technique to go against him. Slytherin was flustered and exasperated, so he cursed Gryffindor who taught this course. Gryffindor's strength was on par with him, so of course, nothing would happen to him. But after he died, the curse didn't disappear, and it continued until today — "

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded.

"Ahem, Hermione." Harry cleared her throat. "Your deductive ability is comparable to Sherlock Holmes." Hermione smiled. "Thank you, Harry. I'll take that as a compliment."

"Sherlock Holmes?

What's that? "Ron asked, puzzled.

"Oh, he's an … Auror, called a detective in the Muggle world. He's very famous and specializes in solving big cases, just like … um … Moody."

"Moody?

Oh, Harry, you have to be careful. People won't thank you for calling them crazy. "

"Shut up, Ron."

Hermione said sternly. Then she turned to Harry. "So this is why Quirrell can hurt you and Snape can't.

Because of the curse, Hogwarts don't provide protection for teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so they can't restrict teachers to the rule of 'not harming the lives of students'. Rights always correspond to relevant obligations, isn't it obvious?

This also explains why Dumbledore always has a headache when it comes to the candidates for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He has to closely monitor each and every one of them, and for this reason, he would rather let that idiot Lockhart sit in this position. "Ron snorted through her nose.

"Come on, Hermione, this is just your guess." Ron once again appeared on Harry's shoulder and poured cold water on Hermione. "A weird ghost and a weird witch, you two are really … Ouch!" He jumped up and shut his mouth.

Hermione, who was bristling with anger, had already stood up and was twirling the wand between her nimble fingers. From time to time, the tip of the wand would shoot a few threatening sparks at him.

Seeing that Ron didn't dare to speak, Hermione snorted and turned to walk downstairs. Before she left, she slapped a thick book into Harry's arms.

"Since you don't want to listen to me, you might as well spend some effort to understand the courses you'll face when school starts!

This time, for the start of school, I will absolutely, absolutely not violate the rules and remind you! "

Harry stared blankly at the "Intermediate Potions" in her hand and turned to Ron, who was hugging her leg.

"You're the one who provoked her, right?

I didn't say anything. "

"Hey, buddy." Ron patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "Adolescent witches are all like this, irritable, temperamental, and prone to take out their anger on others … Ouch!"

Ron's face was covered with milk pudding that fell from the sky. Hermione, who had left and returned, stood at the stairs with a murderous look on her face, holding a plate.

Harry wisely hid the smile on his face, lowered his head and pretended to carefully flip through the "Intermediate Potions" that made him suffer. After only two pages, his thoughts began to drift away.

Therefore, Hermione said so much to comfort Harry and not to worry about the upcoming "Snape's tuition", because whether it was intentional or not, Snape could not hurt him.

Harry was very grateful to Hermione, but he couldn't tell her that he wasn't worried that Snape would cast a curse on him. What made him upset was …

Snape really hated him, Harry could feel it.

But Snape had always been protecting him … Harry's heart seemed to be pulled by something.

Hermione and Ron had already started a new round of quarrel, but Harry was not in the mood to listen.

He put down the book, hugged his knees, and turned his head to the side sullenly.

When he closed his eyes, Snape's face appeared in his mind again. Her pale face, her thin lips, and … her deep black eyes.

Those eyes looked at him, revealing a lot of sadness and tenderness, but suddenly the eyes changed, and were full of hostility and hatred.

At the end of the last semester, Dumbledore had explained the reason to him. He could probably understand where Snape's hatred came from. His father, James Potter, had done extremely terrible things to him.

As Ron said, if he had met Malfoy's son, he probably wouldn't have been a good professor either.

But Snape saved him again.

He hated him, but he always paid attention to him. He seized every opportunity to humiliate him, deduct his marks, and put him in solitary confinement. Harry often felt his painful gaze when he turned his back on him. When he thought Harry wasn't paying attention, he would silently look at him with a mixture of love and regret … Perhaps he was looking at someone through his eyes … This made Harry very uneasy.