Harry sat on the bed in a daze, hugging his knees as he unconsciously stared at the darkness in front of him.

Ron, Neville, and Seamus were already sound asleep, breathing evenly behind their respective beds.

He didn't tell anyone about what happened in the cellar. When he hurriedly ran back to the common room, he only lowered his head and said to Ron and Hermione, who wanted to ask about him after seeing that his expression wasn't right, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Then he quickly ran back to the dormitory, pulled the curtains tightly, and shut himself inside.

"Whoosh — Pa!"

George and Fred's fireworks were very durable, and they were still persistently spitting out large amounts of unrepeated profanities. From time to time, a stick of fireworks would fly into the sky and explode with a large "pooh" word, illuminating the dormitory.

Today seemed to be a day of celebration for all the teachers and students of the school. He should have been enjoying himself, if not for —

Harry's heart painfully twitched again.

Why was fate playing tricks on him like this?

The first person he fell in love with killed his parents.

Merlin seemed to have played a big joke on him.

Harry bit the back of his hand tightly to prevent himself from crying out loud.

The back of his hand was already badly mutilated, but it still couldn't cover the overwhelming pain and sorrow in his heart.

Harry and Snape were once again at odds with each other, and their relationship was even colder than before.

In the past, Snape always liked to pick on Harry's faults, finding fault with him for no reason, and deliberately deducting his marks.

Now he didn't do that anymore, and he began to completely ignore Harry. Those pair of empty and cold black eyes didn't seem to see Harry's existence at all.

Harry also stopped sneaking glances at him.

During the potions class, he silently lowered his head and concocted his own potions. After Snape finished giving out homework, he stood silently on the podium, and there seemed to be an invisible iceberg between the two of them.

After class, Harry picked up her homework and put it on the podium like everyone else. Then, she turned around and went back to her seat to pack her bag.

Without Snape and those messy thoughts interfering in his mind, his potion was actually quite good. Although it wasn't as clear as the sky blue as described in the book, it was still a light green that was as transparent as crystal. It looked quite beautiful.

When Harry walked to the door of the classroom with her backpack, she looked back and saw that Snape had already left. She had taken everyone's homework with her, except for his —

The thin-necked glass bottle containing the pale green potion was left alone on the podium. A ray of sunlight shone through the unclosed curtains and reflected on it.

The diamond-like light shook slightly. It wasn't dazzling, but Harry felt that her eyes were a little blurred.

"Harry?" Ron and Hermione looked at him worriedly.

They had recently noticed that something was wrong with him, but since Harry didn't want to talk about it, they didn't ask anything. They just silently accompanied him, occasionally exchanging worried glances with each other.

"I'm fine..."

Harry looked away from the bottle. When he opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was a little hoarse. He hurriedly adjusted his breathing and forced a nonchalant smile. "I'm fine... Let's go."

Snape didn't show up for the Potions class on Thursday afternoon.

When they walked into the basement classroom as usual, Snape wasn't there. The person waiting in the classroom was Professor Mcgonagall.

When everyone was present, she announced that Professor Snape had something to do and that these two classes would be changed to Transfiguration class.

Everyone else was fine, but Harry's heart suddenly tightened.

"Professor Mcgonagall!"

After she perfectly demonstrated how to turn a glass into a turtle, she waved her wand and told everyone to practice freely. Harry raised his hand and called for her.

Everyone else was practicing noisily. Professor Mcgonagall turned to look at him and walked over.

"What's wrong, Mr. Potter?"

"I..." Harry pursed his lips and asked softly, "Where's Professor Snape?

Where did he go? "

Professor Mcgonagall looked around. No one was paying attention to them. Only Ron and Hermione quietly looked up.

"I've said it, Mr. Potter." She looked down at him over the top of her glasses. "Professor Snape had something to do. He went to Diagon Alley to buy Potion materials."

Harry did not believe her at all. "Did — did he go to — did he go to Black..." He looked at Professor Mcgonagall anxiously. "... summon him?"

Professor Mcgonagall's brows furrowed tightly. She said seriously, "Don't make me explain it to you for the third time, Mr. Potter. Professor Snape went to Diagon Alley.

It's your tortoise you should be worrying about — "She rapped her wand on Harry's table, and the tortoise, still in its transparent glass shell, began to wobble away from the table." Oh, Harry!

Just as Harry looked down, the turtle turned over and fell to the ground with a bang. It broke into several pieces.

"It seems that you need a new cup."

Professor Mcgonagall used the Flying Spell to summon a new cup and put it on Harry's table. She ignored him and turned to teach the other students.

During dinner, Snape still did not appear. Harry stared at the delicious steak and kidney pie in front of him. He had no appetite at all.

After eating a few mouthfuls, Harry returned to the dormitory and fell on the bed weakly.

Ron and the others were used to Harry's recent state. They were worried about him and tried to persuade him, but they did not even know why he was sad. It was futile to persuade him.

Seeing that he had no other problems except sleeping in the dormitory, they simply let him be.

Why do you still worry about the person who killed your parents? Isn't it better if he is seen through by the Lord Voldemort?

But he also risked his life to protect you for so many years...

He was the one who told the Lord Voldemort the prophecy... He hated my father!

He didn't know at that time... Besides, he regretted it so much later...

He simply used me as a substitute... He wanted to find my mother's shadow in it!

But he also sincerely cared about you... Think about that bowl of Motra rat tentacle juice...

Don't say anymore!

Harry felt like there were two little people arguing in his mind. No one could convince the other, and his heart was in a mess.

He breathed heavily and wiped the tears on his face. With trembling fingers, he pulled out the invisibility cloak from under the bed and put it on. He hid from everyone's sight and walked in the direction of the cellar.

Snape's office door was tightly locked, and there was no one in the corridor.

Harry hid in the invisibility cloak and bit his lip as he looked at the door. It was as if he could still see him hugging Snape tightly in that room. Snape was cold and soft-hearted as she brought him a bowl of medicine...

Don't die... don't die... I don't want you to die at all...

You must... come back safely...

Harry leaned against the wall opposite the office and slowly squatted down.