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Dumbledore closed the door, leaving the space inside for the poor family. He rubbed his eyes and said to Madam Pomfrey, "Please go and have a rest, okay, Madam Pomfrey? I'm sure they will need a lot of time."

He turned to look at He Shenyan again, didn't say anything, just patted his shoulder and left. He was walking in the corridor alone, his back was lonely and lonely, as if he had remembered someone.

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Harry later learned the full story in the Daily Prophet. A photo of Neville with his parents and grandmother was printed on it, still in bold text: "The couple who have been crazy for years are finally healed!"

Ron and her read the report together during dinner, and the two came to a conclusion: it must be the professor's help.

They were convinced of it, and the inference in the newspapers was Dumbledore's own hand, saying that he had felt guilty for the couple for many years, and had therefore been researching how to cure this Cruciatus-inflicted madness, Go and cure them after the results of the study. But Neville's parents said it wasn't Dumbledore, and they kept the man's name a secret. The report also stated that Dumbledore only "gives a mysterious smile".

Harry's evaluation of this was: "This guy named Rita Skeeter is really annoying enough, even if you ask the principal, he even went to Neville's house to interview."

Ron was dealing with the roast chicken in the bowl. He said, "Neville hasn't come to school for three days. He may be behind again. We have to help him."

"Of course, but what's going on with Hermione lately?" Harry put the newspaper aside, and she ate another bowl of vanilla ice cream.

"I don't know either. She hasn't even eaten much recently, and has been soaking in the library." Ron shrugged indifferently. Seeing his nonchalant look, Harry pretended not to know who he was delivering meals to every night. Ron was like that anyway, but he really didn't know who Harry was delivering vanilla ice cream every night.

"Then I'll go first." Harry stood up, she had eaten the whole bowl of vanilla ice cream, picked up another one and ran away. Ron thought she might get fatter if she ate like this, but he didn't dare to say it. Malfoy had been stuck in the corner again last week for staring at Harry, and he even suspected Malfoy was having a little fun with it. This is the third time since the beginning of the school year, not counting the time on the train.

However, it has nothing to do with me. Ron thought, he killed the roast chicken in his bowl, grabbed a bowl of mashed potatoes and bisque and headed for the library.

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"Professor, I brought you ice cream again."

"Thank you, Miss Potter." Snape nodded calmly and took the ice cream. After more than half a semester, he was finally able to face Harry calmly.

But what Harry said next nearly made him fall off his chair: "Do you know my mother, Professor Snape?"

Snape grabbed the ice cream in his hand so that it wouldn't slip. He took a deep breath and asked, "...Who told you this, Miss Potter?"

"No one told me, Professor. I guessed it."

In an embarrassingly long silence, Harry kept her green eyes fixed on Snape, who just kept his head down at the ice cream.

"...Well, I do know your mother." He finally gave up his resistance.

Harry smiled lightly, but then she just said, "Okay, professor. Remember to rest early." Then she left.

Only Snape was left sitting in the office like a dull puppet, he didn't understand what Halle meant, just like he didn't understand what Lily meant.

He sighed and finished the rest of the ice cream. Wipe your hands and pick up the notes you put aside and start studying. There was a flame in his heart that never died. And this flame is gradually burning more and more vigorously.

From ancient times to the present, people like him have been like this, they can only hide the flame in their hearts and dare not show it to others.

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For the next period of time, Hogwarts was very quiet. Neville returned quickly, he was no longer the same person he used to be. Many professors are very pleased with this. Harry still brought Snape ice cream every night, and so did Ron. In addition to delivering dinner to Hermione, he soaked in the library and gave her his notes, and the two of them studied together. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is April 17, which is Easter. Hogwarts will have a two-week vacation on this day.

Harry had nowhere to go, so Hermione invited her to spend the holiday with her. Their family plans to travel to Hawaii, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Harry was initially worried that the Hermione family would be unhappy about it. But Hermione's father, a dentist, welcomed her very warmly.

The students all left, as did most of the teachers. The only people left in the school now were the gamekeeper, Rubeus Hagrid, and the caretaker Argus Filch. The two actually enjoyed vacations, but they insisted not to leave school. He Shenyan knew the reason, and they had been studying with Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall is one of the few who never leaves the school, and she seems to call it home.

Apart from these three, only Snape remained at the school. In the past two weeks, he hadn't been out of his office, and he had asked the elf at Hogwarts to bring him some to the office to eat. The beard grew again, and the hair gradually grew longer, but he had no energy to focus on appearance at this time. He was obsessed with research.

He Shenyan didn't tell them a single lie. Meditation is difficult, spell research is difficult, and the new way of cooking potions is even more difficult. But it couldn't be more difficult than this resurrection spell that He Shenyan taught him personally.

According to the classification in the "Basic Spell Encyclopedia", this is a seventh-level spell that they can't come into contact with anyway. belong to the highest level. Its name is very common, it is called resurrection. But the principle is not simple at all. Snape still remembered He Shenyan's serious face in the separate class that day, and remembered every word he said.

"...This spell was invented by myself. I combined the five resurrection spells of my predecessors and eliminated the shortcomings before inventing this spell. What I want to remind you is that this spell is extremely dangerous and uncontrollable. Because resurrection Life itself is dangerous, what you want to get, you have to give."

Yes, you have to give something.