Chapter 32 Wash Your Hair, Professor (Please Read It Later)

Chapter 32 Wash your hair, Professor (please follow up~)

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall waved her wand.

The chess pieces that looked like they were chasing her immediately froze.

"You beat up Professor Quirrell?"

"Although there are indeed some problems with his teaching methods, at least wait for me..."

"I mean, at least be gentle."

Snape sneered, but he restrained himself a little to Professor McGonagall: "This is not a professor, but the Dark Lord's lackey, my dear Professor Minerva."

"Oh, yes, the mysterious man." Professor McGonagall suddenly realized and looked at Harry: "Mr. Weasley told me that you want to stop the mysterious man."

"You are only a first-year wizard, how dare you..."

Harry stopped Professor McGonagall: "Dumbledore asked me to do this, and I refused twice."

He looked at Snape thoughtfully.

"The Dark Lord".

This is a very interesting title, somewhat respectful.

Before this, he had only seen one person use it.

Wandmaker Ollivander.

Snape gouged it out with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to hang Harry upside down.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall roared like a lion, "How dare you! How did you promise me? You said it was impossible for anyone to break into Hogwarts, and it was impossible for anyone..."

"Minerva, oh, dear." Dumbledore waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

Professor McGonagall subconsciously turned the wand in her hand.

"Minerva, Severus, please send Quirrell to the infirmary." Dumbledore ordered, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor may be in a bad situation."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and lifted Quirrell into the air.

"Professor McGonagall is not one of those idiots in Gryffindor who are waiting for food." Snape stared at Dumbledore, "There is no need for me to go with her."

"There are three Gryffindors here, Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

Harry and Dumbledore looked at him.

Snape pursed his lips and tilted his head.

"Okay, Severus, come along." Dumbledore hesitated, nodded, and with a wave of his hand, they walked out of the room and separated at the end of the corridor.

Principal's office.

Dumbledore asked them to sit down and turned to look at the portraits on the wall: "I have something to say to my students. Maybe I need you to leave for a while?"

The portraits slipped away knowingly, and soon there was only an empty background painting all over the wall.

"Now we can have a good talk." Dumbledore sat down, waved his wand, and poured Harry a glass of milk and Snape a cup of black tea.

"What did you say just now?" Dumbledore thought for a moment, "Yes, Voldemort, he was also an outstanding student at Hogwarts..."

"I'm not interested in Voldemort's past." Harry interrupted, "Please don't talk nonsense, just talk about the most important things."

Dumbledore looked serious: "I'm sorry, Harry."

"Due to some other things and negligence, I failed to discover Voldemort's true nature, and failed to guide him well to make him the person he is now."

"Please forgive me for testing you. Sometimes people hide things well."

"Just like Voldemort, every professor who taught him thought he was handsome and personable and would make a great Minister of Magic."

Harry thought of Voldemort's face: "Do you have any misunderstandings about handsomeness?"

"Or... in your aesthetic, not having a nose is a cool thing?"

Dumbledore was stunned, then smiled and shook his head: "No, he was very good-looking when he was young, as handsome as you. What you see now is what he looks like after his flesh and blood have been transformed by dark magic."

Harry clicked his tongue: "In that case, I'm afraid I'll have to collect more reward from you."

Dumbledore looked serious.

"I want to learn two spells from you," Harry said.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Occlumency," Harry said.

Dumbledore smiled: "Of course, even if you don't say it, I'm afraid I will ask you to learn it."

"The Patronus Charm." Harry continued, "Of course, you know it, the Patronus Charm in the form of a magical creature."

Dumbledore nodded: "That's not a problem, it's just... you have to learn the Patronus Charm before you can make some changes."

"When will I come to study with you?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore looked at Snape: "Severus, I think you would be willing to help me with this."

"I don't want to." Snape refused decisively. "I can endure it in class and even tolerate Potter asking some stupid questions after the class is over, but this is the limit."

"Would you like to stay with a troll for a long time?"

Harry shook his head: "Dumbledore, this is your responsibility."

"And the smell of Professor Snape's hair oil is a bit off-putting."

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry fiercely.

Harry was unmoved.

"Harry, you should have discovered your scar..." Dumbledore instead brought up a new topic.

Harry nodded: "Part of Voldemort? Maybe it's a fragment of his soul. He is so powerful. He can still leave such a trick before being seriously injured..."

That love spell allowed him to hurt Voldemort.

But why do scars hurt?

Even if the harm is mutual, it should still be the palm...

The only explanation is that this scar does not belong to Harry, but to Voldemort.

Excellent witches like Yennefer and Triss failed to notice it.

"Maybe he didn't notice it himself." Dumbledore shook his head, "Otherwise, with his mind, he would have influenced you through the scar a long time ago."

Snape listened, his face becoming more and more gloomy: "Very good!"

"Starting from next school year, come to my office every Wednesday and Saturday, I will let you study the brain block and the Patronus Charm well."

"Wednesday is not possible, I have to go to Professor McGonagall's detention." Harry shook his head.

Snape laughed angrily: "Ah, Gryffindor's stupid lion, are you still proud of breaking school rules?"

"Very good, then every Thursday and Saturday."

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction: "I knew Severus would help me."

"Professor Snape actually cares about me so much, it's really touching." Harry had a blank expression and a cold tone.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Shut up, Potter!"

"If you can't learn these two spells within a school year, I will let you taste the taste of a troll's anus!"

Harry laughed: "Professor Snape likes trolls so much, I have to find a way to give you one for Christmas next year."

"Is it for your own head?" Snape sneered.

Dumbledore had a headache and waved his hand: "Okay, be more restrained in front of me, Harry, do you have anything else to ask?"

"How do I get rid of this thing?" Harry pointed to his forehead.

Dumbledore sighed: "I haven't figured out what he is yet. There are many ways to cut souls in the dark magic. I'm not sure which one he is."

Harry frowned: "Voldemort grows on his head. He is really interesting. Why does he like to take root in people's heads so much?"

"So you should learn the brain block as soon as possible." Dumbledore emphasized, "How do you plan to spend the holidays?"

Harry answered without hesitation: "I should stay at Professor Flitwick's house. He will introduce a master blacksmith to me. I have collected a lot of materials in the Forbidden Forest. I can make a set of leather armor when the time comes."

"Forbidden Forest!" Snape's voice became hoarse, "Think carefully with your stupid brain, Potter, that's not the place you should go."

Harry shrugged and nodded perfunctorily. He heard , but whether to listen or not...

"Harry, I think... you have to go back to your aunt's house." Dumbledore tactfully suggested, "I will talk to Filius."

Harry asked back: "Why?"

"That's not pleasant at all, neither for me nor for them."

"Petunia is your aunt." Dumbledore explained, "The spell needs the power of blood to maintain it, and you have to stay there for at least a month."

"Do you know Aunt Petunia?" Harry was stunned, and soon noticed the greasy cloak with a gloomy look, "Professor Snape knows her too?"

"Your mother, Lily, was a Muggle before." Dumbledore paused, "She was a Muggle. Petunia also hoped to become a little wizard at first, and she wrote to me."

Harry suddenly realized and nodded.

So this is why Petunia hates magic so much?

What about Professor Snape...

Snape sneered and put his wand against Harry's head: "Don't ask about these messy things, Potter, you should restrain your desire to peek into other people's hearts!"

"Don't worry, after September, I will let you feel it... the pain of having your heart peeped into by others."

Almost at the same time.

Harry put his wand against Snape's waist: "Thank you, but I sincerely suggest that you wash your hair properly, professor. I find it more difficult to accept the smell of hair oil than the pain of being read by others."

"Do you want me to chant a spell, Potter?" Snape's tone was sinister.

Harry remained calm: "At such a close distance, you may not be able to take advantage."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and had a headache: "Okay, even if you want to fight, don't do it in my office. Fox is scared."

"Hehe, are you too old to see clearly?"

"I can provide you with a potion to treat presbyopia."

Almost at the same time, the two of them started to mock.

Fox was lying in his nest, sleeping soundly, and there was no sign of panic.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Thank God, I really hope you won't fight."

He suddenly felt a little worried.

Handing Harry over to Snape - although he trusted Snape not to do anything to hurt Harry, Snape also had the ability to smash Harry's face and then restore it after teaching.

How come Lily and James' child has a mouth so much like Snape.

Snape stood up: "Come on, Potter, come with me to the office."

"Are you eager to teach me now?" Harry stood up.

"Don't forget!" Snape gritted his teeth, "You still have an exam, don't you want the notes?"

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