When Felix came out of the principal's office, he was still thinking about Dumbledore's last advice to him: Never try to play with people's hearts.

He shook his head, preparing to see Hagrid's big dog, that guy should have recovered to five or six feet high, right?

On the other side.

In the Gryffindor common room, many people were still discussing what had just happened. In front of them, Professor McGonagall dragged Neville Longbottom away with a scary old woman.

Judging from the helpless expression on his little round face, he seemed to be about to go to the execution ground.

"That was Neville's grandmother, I've seen it on holidays," Harry said. "She's very strict with Neville."

Hermione whispered: "Professor Hepp convinced her, so she came to take Neville to buy a new wand."

They all knew about Professor Heip’s suggestion that Neville replaces his wand, and they also accompanied Neville to send the professor’s letter.

Ron pointed out incisively: "He should have changed it long ago. You don't know how great it will be after I changed to a new wand! But speaking of this, Neville's grandmother looks quite strong, why don't he see his parents?"

Harry said: "It may have been killed by the Death Eaters. Neville's grandmother mentioned that Neville's parents were tortured by the Death Eaters and did not disclose information."

"Death Eaters..." Ron said disgustedly, "What a gang of people who are extremely sinful."

"Yes," Harry said frustratedly, "like that Sirius Black."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and Harry had acted very wrong since Thursday night.

Ron said: "Harry, my letter has been sent out, but my dad hasn't replied yet."

"Yeah, thank you." Harry replied weakly.

Hermione looked at the time, "Sorry, I'll go out." She hurriedly left, and came back again after about seven or eight minutes, yawning around, passing by their seats twice.

Ron said dissatisfiedly: "Hermione, I thought you were Neville's, and my memory was a lot worse."

"What? Oh, I was just thinking about things, we talked about the intelligence on Thursday night, Harry, let's re-clutter it again, and honestly, I don't know what you have to be depressed."

Harry said in frustration: "I have always wondered why Snape hated me so much... More than ten days ago, I thought it was because he and my father were mortal enemies when they were in school. In the blink of an eye, I found that they were even involved in my mother."

Hermione opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. Ron said, "You were so stubborn, Harry. It's easy to understand if you think about it. Snape and your mother are neighbors and have a certain relationship. He may even have a crush on your mother. But the two of them went further and further after the branch office. As for your father and Snape, it's another matter."

He finally concluded: "In fact, it is the two people Snape knew, one was a neighbor and the other was a mortal enemy, but they happened to be your parents."

Harry said: "I always feel weird. I didn't expect that I could still have something to do with Snape."

"It's just the friendship and hatred of the previous generation. Think about it more, Harry." Ron said, "As long as I think, I can catch up with any Death Eater, I mean those pure blood... If I'm confused about this all day, I'm afraid I'll be angry to death." He made a vomiting expression.

"But, as you said, if Snape likes my mom," Harry couldn't help but shivered, as if he was covered in sticky Flober caterpillars, "Why didn't the two get together afterwards?"

Ron said in confusion: "Is there any connection? Are you looking forward to Snape becoming-"

Harry covered his mouth in anger, and Ron laughed and said, "Are you still bored? It makes you think a lot."

Harry said angrily: "If you say this again, I will stuff Uncle Feinon's smelly socks into your mouth while you are sleeping at night." Then, he stammered for a long time, thinking about how to explain the awkwardness in his heart, and finally gave up completely, "I just feel uncomfortable!"

Hermione thought on the side: "Harry, I think your concern is purely unnecessary. It is impossible for them to come together."

"Why?" Harry asked urgently, he had been troubled by this weird feeling these days, even surpassing his hatred of Sirius Black, and he couldn't wait to seek more evidence.

"Because of the war," said Hermione. "Don't forget the background at that time, it was the era when mysterious people were the most rampant, and Slytherin Academy was equivalent to a training camp for the Death Eaters."

"So?" Ron asked with interest, and he took out a packet of marshmallows and handed them to Harry and Hermione.

Hermione gave him a blank look, "Didn't you think the problem of the camp? Do you really think it's a house? According to the mysterious man's philosophy, Harry's mother is a Muggle-born and the lowest-level existence, naturally standing on the opposite side of the mysterious man. And Snape... is he pure or mixed-race?" She looked at Ron and asked uncertainly.

Ron recalled carefully, "I don't think of the Snape family. Maybe he inherited his father's surname?"

"That should be mixed race," said Hermione, "but no matter what, he stood on the side of the mysterious man-"

Harry said sensibly: "He didn't, if he was a Death Eater, he wouldn't have escaped Dumbledore's sight."

"Okay," Hermione modified her words: "According to Professor Lupin, Snape at least partially agrees with the idea of ​​the mysterious man, right? Think about it, Harry, how could they be together? Their circle is completely two opposing camps!"

Harry suddenly realized that the problem that troubled him was solved. They soon began to heat up discussing how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.

"The only one that can fight against dementors at present is the patron saint, but he cannot hold a wand." Hermione said.

Ron guessed, "Maybe it was some kind of profound black magic that was taught to him by a mysterious person?"

Hermione thought of the stack of black magic books in Professor Hayp's thinking hut and decided to ask Professor Hayp if he knew it. "By the way, Harry, have you always carried that spectator with you?"

"Yes," Harry pulled a walnut-sized golden spectator from his pocket. "It looked like it was broken and never changed."

Ron hurriedly said, "Don't, if there is really a change, then we will be in trouble."

Several people were writing homework in the lounge. Wood came to Harry once and told him the latest Quidditch training plan. Wood mysteriously pulled Harry aside and said something with a gaze.

When Harry came back, Ron couldn't help asking, "He looks happy?"

"Yes," Harry carefully clamped the parchment full of training plans into the book. "According to him, the captain of the trolls in Slytherin will be left with the professor, and he is ready to pay attention to this at any time."

After almost an hour, Neville came back, and there was no obvious expression on his face.

"Nevil, here!" Harry waved to him, "How about the new wand?"

Neville muttered, "It's okay." He took out two wands of old and new from his pocket, but other than that, they looked particularly similar.

Hermione carefully identified, "Cherry wood, needless to say, the core of the pole is unicorn hair, as for the size..." She measured it, "Thirteen inches. Is that right?"

Neville looked at her in surprise.
Chapter completed!