[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Chapter 203

If so...Harry didn't know what to say for a while.After all, she couldn't solve Snape's choice of self-restraint.

She thought of the magic stone in her pocket.

"Headmaster Dumbledore gave me this," she pulled out the Resurrection Stone, and finally looked at Snape, "Maybe you can talk to someone? With your mother? Or father? They should be more convincing than me. "

Snape let out a chuckle from his chest, "I'm rather skeptical, Harry. My father was an alcoholic, and my mother..." He paused, and Harry suspected he had changed the wording, "… She's probably done her best." Snape finally settled on this vague statement.

"Oh—" Harry froze for a moment.

The amount of information was too much, and this was the first time Professor Snape mentioned something about himself.

"But I'll try..." Snape didn't understand why he said that, let alone why he took the stone from the girl's hand.Harley took the initiative to show his favor today, which has already made him fall into a trance. For example, a moment of excitement set off a part of his childhood to her...

Halle twirled the toes of her shoes on the carpet. "So, shall we see you next Potions class?"

Snape didn't answer directly, but Harry was optimistic - at least he didn't say no directly.

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Harry thought that he was probably the only student in the whole school who didn't cry when he learned that Snape had withdrawn his resignation letter.Oh, and Hermione was the other one who was calm.

"His teaching methods and his extreme preference for his own college are indeed unacceptable, but at least he is still a real talent, at least better than those teachers who can't answer students' questions." Hermione said pertinently , in order not to be offended by the grieving Gryffindors, her voice was very small.

The Slytherins had always been deadpan and calm, and Harry guessed they were afraid to express it.

If the whole school knew that Harley had played a vital role in persuading Snape to stay at school... probably she would have gone from "everyone's favorite" to "everyone's beating" in no time.

Harry followed the crowd into the Potions classroom, always reminding himself to concentrate on his lessons and not to give too much meaning to the class. Fortunately, Snape seemed to be doing the same, he just glanced up and walked away The students who entered the classroom didn't give Harley a single look.

Before walking to her and Queenie's usual seats, she suddenly hesitated...

"Hermione, I want to switch partners with you."

Hermione's partner in Potions class was Neville, so as to prevent the fat boy from making big mistakes because of Snape's intimidation, such as frying the cauldron and the like.

Neville seemed completely in disbelief that such a good thing would happen to him—Hermione was indeed perfect, but partnering with Harry meant she was immune to Snape...

"A-are you sure, Harry?" Neville whispered, "I-I might hold you back."

"How could it be?" Harry put down his schoolbag and set up the cauldron, "You and Hermione have never had any problems with your cooperation... Well, there are very few problems."

Snape glared at the new change in his classmates, and the Slytherins, led by Nott (whose father was jailed in the Ministry operation against Harley), were smirking, waiting to see The Dean reprimands Beloved Potter.

But in vain, Snape pursed his lips and said nothing.

Harry looked directly at Snape, trying to avoid any provocative eyes, she really just didn't want to hear Snape's sarcasm about Neville anymore.

But she hadn't expected her "never had a problem" comment to be a curse, until Neville misread the dose of powder... no, he threw a big chunk in without grinding it.It was a good thing the cauldron didn't explode, but the bad thing was that the bottom of the cauldron melted away and the irritating liquid dripped onto Harley's legs and feet.

Harry quickly cleaned up all the potion remnants, but Snape had already strode over, his face darker than the molten cauldron.Neville trembled all over. On the one hand, he felt guilty for Harry, and on the other hand, of course, he was scared by Snape.

A few Slytherins giggled gloatingly.

"Weasley! Send Potter to the hospital wing!" Snape yelled at Ron, "Hug! Don't let me know that Potter's foot touched the ground, your paper is double the length!"

Ron wanted to protest, he would dutifully send Harry to Madam Pomfrey without Snape threatening with papers, okay?

Harry thought that he was completely fine, except that his school uniform and shoes were torn, and his skin that was stained with potion liquid seemed to have been scalded with some big blisters.But Ron had already put his arm behind the crook of her leg and whispered in her ear, "Don't contradict Snape at this time, you want me to write double thesis?"

Harley swallowed the words "I can walk by myself", looked back over Ron's shoulder, and looked at Neville worriedly.

Of course Snape noticed the girl's eyes, and became more angry, but this look made him...he really couldn't let go of punishing Longbottom.

So, afterward, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students all opened their mouths, seeing that Snape just lightly punished Neville for cleaning the classroom after this session and copying the potion making steps ten times - very reasonable Well-founded punishment, no cursing, let alone vicious sarcasm.

Neville looked like he wanted to cry even more, because he always felt that there was a fraud in it, and the nightmare was still to come.

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Lying on a bed in the hospital wing, Harry took off her school uniform robe with a torn hem and put on a skirt-style hospital gown, waiting for the ointment on her legs and feet to take effect.And Madam Pomfrey has already gone back to the pharmacy to continue dispensing cold medicine.

Professor Snape was the first to see her.

"This is a lesson for you to change your partner casually. The reason why Granger was able to safely partner with Longbottom for so long is because she never let Longbottom perform any steps alone. It is too reckless for you to act directly without observing!" He crossed his arms, still unrelenting.

But Harry knew that the ointment she was applying had been sent by a student of Snape's to Madam Pomfrey.

She leaned back on the upturned pillow, licked her lips, and quietly asked the question that bothered her. "You, why are you treating Neville so badly?" She paused, and cast an anti-eavesdropping spell on the outside of the curtain, "Neville is also...a victim of the prophecy."

Snape's arms lowered slowly, he let out a breath, and rubbed his head between his brows, the hair on either side cast a shadow on his aquiline nose.

"Perhaps you'll hate me even more after I say this, but I'm... really a selfish person," his voice became hoarse, "he's a boy, Harley, and the Dark Lord should have chosen him ..."

He imagined a different reality, one in which Lily was alive and happily with Harry, and Neville was the one in the prophecy.

It's not that Harry didn't think about this answer, but the frankness and sorrow in Professor Snape's words made her suddenly speechless.

These past...unclear... Sometimes she even felt that she was looking for troubles for herself?

"You..." Harry changed the subject, "You're not resigning." She didn't use interrogative sentences.

Snape nodded, "Lily - the Lily in the stone - reminded me that the reason I survived her death like a walking dead is because I promised to protect you with Dumbledore. "

"And my task has not been completed yet." He looked at Harry and said.

"My mother wouldn't say that..." Harry frowned. Her mother would never place such a difficult task on others, at least she didn't think so.

"She didn't say it directly," Snape smiled wryly. "She only said that it doesn't matter whether she and James forgive me. What matters is whether I can forgive myself and move on with my life."

"And the only way for me to have peace of mind is to keep protecting you." The way he said it...as if he was asking Harley to allow him to protect her...

Harry was a little bit bitter, "You don't live for me, or my mother..."

"As a matter of fact I am." Snape interrupted Harry. "She was the only light in my dark life throughout my childhood and teenage years."

He originally thought that this sentence would touch the girl, and he would continue to ask about Lily's past - he found that he really enjoyed telling Harry about Lily's school days, and maybe he would also tell some stories about Lily before Hogwarts. The thing about... that cute little red-haired girl.

But Harry's face turned gray—

"Stone," she frowned, reaching out to Snape, "I want it back."

"……why?"

"You obviously love my mother, it's too..." Harry's small face wrinkled, and he didn't know what to think of, "How do I know that you won't do weird and lewd things to my mother's ghost!" Harry's face All red.

what? !

Such a strange brain circuit... All the sentimental and nostalgic atmosphere was ruined by Potter's dead girl! ! !

"Is this kind of person in your eyes?!" Snape also exploded.

"I don't care! I want the stone! Principal Dumbledore also said that I will deal with the stone in the end!" Harry waved his palm forward again.

"You..." Snape died helplessly, he never, never, never thought of doing anything to Lily's ghost!His memory of Lily absolutely does not allow such contamination!

"Your mother and I are innocent, don't think about it!"

Reluctantly, Snape took out the resurrection stone from his robe and pressed it into Harry's palm - he originally wanted to talk to Lily again, but now... if he didn't hand in the stone again, he would be treated as a ghost by Potter girl. The possibility of a wretched man!

Potter's dame pushed the rock under her pillow, finally looking a little more satisfied.

"I don't care about the complex relationship between you adults, and I can't manage it." She curled her lips and shook her head with an exaggerated distressed expression, as if she was an older person who saw through the complicated world...

Snape almost laughed out of anger, but... the embarrassment and estrangement between the two of them seems to have disappeared after being disturbed by the Potter girl...

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Queenie sneaked in after Snape left, and only her Legilimency radar could avoid Madam Pomfrey.

She unfolded a packet of Honeydukes. "Neville asked me to bring it to you. He's sorry."

"Tell him I'm fine," Harry smiled, and picked up a candy and put it in his mouth, "but I'll accept the candy."

As Harry twirled the candy in her mouth, she was thinking about something she had been thinking about since she got back from the Ministry of Magic.

"I remember Fred and George working on some trinkets?"

Queenie nodded, "Canary biscuits, class skipping candy, etc."

"Can they do something else? Something more aggressive? I want to place a custom order, or I can work with them."

Queenie raised her eyebrows, and stopped licking the candy quill, "More aggressive? What do you want to do?"

"I don't think I've ever fully combined magic and physical training," Harry said, leaning back on his pillow and looking at the ceiling, "and now, after lying idly on the hospital bed for a while, I suddenly have a wonderful Idea, I don't think anyone but them can help me realize it."

Queenie shook her calf hanging by the hospital bed, "So they are your exclusive Lucius Fox? Like the one who designed weapons for Batman?"

"If they can do it." Harry thought that was a good statement.

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"So..." Harry looked up and looked at the familiar women's bathroom, "This is your 'R&D Center'?"

It turns out that such whimsical ideas as canary biscuits and skipping class candy were born in Myrtle's bathroom.

"R&D center?" Fred grinned. "Hey, George, I like that name."

"Here we can avoid the interference of other people and others," George shrugged. "Myrtle will even help us to follow. The only price we have to pay is to show her the upper body from time to time."

"Evil." Even Queenie was shaking her head.

"So, rich Harry, what order do you want to place? Brother Weasley promises to help you." Fred asked, taking out his quill.

"I have a small dart, uh... it's a weapon." Harry rubbed his nose, suddenly worried whether it was a leak of identity.

"Brother Weasley also promised not to ask unnecessary questions," George nodded, "You can even let us forget about it afterwards."

Well... that's pretty sincere.

"Is there some kind of magic that can automatically trigger a magic when my dart touches a criminal? Like fainting or something." "And whether this magic will be detected by the Ministry of Magic, after all, I haven't adult."

"Criminal?" Fred opened his eyes wide, but then raised his hands. "Sorry, I forgot the promise of 'no extra questions'. You don't need to answer at all."

"It shouldn't be difficult," George touched his chin, thinking, "As long as the magic has been attached to an object, it is considered to have been cast, and the triggering process will not activate the detection system of the Ministry of Magic."

"Then what if someone other than her meets by accident?" Queenie asked.

"Plus the speed limit? You have to move at a certain speed to trigger it?" Fred and George immediately entered the "brainstorming" state.

Harley and Queenie were out of conversation.

"What if she's on a Muggle plane or a car?" said Fred. "On a broomstick?"

"Rotate! Adding the rotation limit, it is impossible for the plane to rotate." George waved his hands, imitating the rotation of a dart.

"Well... that's a way." Harry said to himself, anyway, the twins couldn't hear her anymore.

So, after a few weeks of research and development, Harley finally has it - the comatose batart, and all the petrified batarts!

She felt that she could be called a real "Magic Robin" now, humming.

And the Triwizard Tournament has long been forgotten by her.

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The third round came just when Harry was concentrating on experimenting with the magic batarang, without any preparations for the competition, and she didn't care much anyway.

Her score is lowest on the leaderboard, so she is the last to enter the maze.She thought that she could completely let go of the game once, enjoy the process without worrying about any plots against her.

So even though he lost to Cedric who was the first to enter the maze by a few steps in the end, he had no regrets.

She's been famous enough lately that she doesn't need to add another Triwizard title.

As soon as the trophy was picked up, the maze's bush wall seemed to be alive, and automatically gave way to a path to the rostrum.

Cedric didn't immediately go to the channel to receive the commendation, but turned to Halle who was applauding.

"Will you come to my house as a guest during the summer vacation?" His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were bright, and there was a dangerous impulse in him.

Harry quietly took a small step back and looked up, "I don't want to be too narcissistic, Cedric, it's just...you are too kind to me, maybe I will be wrong, but I don't want to let you be in vain Waste of emotion and time," Harry smiled sweetly, "I... already have a boyfriend."

"At Hogwarts?" Cedric's smile narrowed a bit.

"No, he's a Muggle," said Harry. "A Muggle as good as any wizard."

Cedric stopped smiling completely now, and he looked down at the trophy in his hand.Harry suddenly felt...was he being too naive?Disturbed the good mood of people who just won the game?But... some words must be made clear before causing misunderstandings.

Cedric looked up again, he could no longer see any frustration, he was still a high-spirited young man.

"Well, he's just a boyfriend, and boyfriends break up." He winked at Harry.

Cedric just doesn't know Damian and how he and Harley grew up.So she didn't say anything more about it.

"It's time for you to go to the podium, Cedric, the judges are waiting." Harry said quietly, "Good luck."

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In the blink of an eye, Halle finds herself packing for the summer homecoming...it's been a crazy, long year.

The suitcase is full of special bat darts, and she must make a difference in Gotham this summer vacation.

"Queenie, I know your family has settled in the UK now, but you are welcome to come to Gotham for summer vacation! Hermione and Ron are also welcome. As long as you come, no matter how many people there are, I will cover all air tickets, board and lodging!"

Harley bid farewell to Queenie and other friends on platform nine and three quarters. Beyond the wall behind her was the world of ordinary people, and Damian had already promised to pick her up...

The closer we meet each other, the more hypocritical calmness is there?

Ron is very interested in Gotham's summer vacation, and Hermione is very worried about Gotham's crime rate.

Walking out of the partition wall, Harry saw Damian standing next to a black car—he was always the most conspicuous one in the crowd.

He was wearing a fitted light blue shirt and sunglasses, and he was a bit too handsome.As Harry walked in, he took off his sunglasses, and Harry saw that the sun made the dark green in his eyes clear and bright.An unconscious smile bloomed on her face, and she trotted towards him pushing her luggage.

But Ron, who was watching from a distance, began to feel restless——

"That... guy taller than Marcus Flint, is Harry's boyfriend?" He turned to Hermione and Queenie with a look of horror on his face.

Queenie spread her palms, "This guy can hit Marcus Flint 100 times, no, 1000 times."

Ron's expression became even more tragic.

"Merlin... He's checked it out! He won't settle accounts with me, will he! Wouldn't he already know what Rita wrote nonsense in the newspaper?"

Ron got excited and took Hermione's hand...

"This is a good way to get rid of the relationship." Queenie stared at Hermione's flushed cheeks, and curled her lips.

The author has something to say:

*Finally... it's summer vacation!This is probably my longest chapter yet...

*The third level was originally not planned to be written long, and the original book is already very detailed.In this article, Harley is not the champion in the end, and Harley doesn't care, the champion is Cedric Junior.

*Don't worry about the start-up funds for the twins to open the store, now they are the exclusive R&D personnel of Magic Robin, this big order will not be short of money 233333