Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Chapter 430 Snape’s Elixir of Fortune

Harry subconsciously retorted, but he had nothing to say.

He lowered his head, holding the knife tightly in his hand, and said nothing.

Mrs. Weasley glared at Sirius and comforted,

"Harry, Sirius didn't mean it. Too many things happened between you and Alan. You have to believe that his kindness and care are all sincere."

She looked at Mr. Weasley next to her and sighed silently.

Adults like them all know...

The subsequent antagonism and hatred were also sincere.

But what else could she say?

She could only comfort the child and said, "Harry, eat some more."

Ten days passed by in a flash.

Harry's mood seemed to have improved a lot in the company of everyone.

Harry once asked Dobby what he thought Alan would do to him.

Dobby hesitated and said, "Harry Potter, even though His Highness treated you like that, Dobby still thinks that His Highness is a good person.

"You know, Dobby is here because His Highness is worried that Sirius will not take care of others, so he asked Dobby to come and take care of you! And..."

The elf looked at his bright gloves and socks and said,

"Your Majesty is also a good man."

Harry touched its ears and seemed to know the answer.

He thought, maybe yes, His Highness just couldn't accept the accident between His Majesty and Grandpa Butler, and he had such a disgusting soul piece on his head.

In a sense, Harry also hated this soul piece.

This damn Voldemort not only killed his parents, but also let a soul live on his forehead, such a dirty soul...

This made Harry feel as if he was contaminated and made him feel sick.

He has been very sad these days.

Not only because of Allen's rebellion, but also because of the accident between His Majesty and the housekeeper - after all, he is one of the few elders who gives him respect and love!

Follow because...

He hates himself like this.

If he becomes Voldemort's "horcrux", and Voldemort will not be eliminated until he dies, then he is undoubtedly Voldemort's accomplice!

Calculating this, it means that he harmed His Majesty and Grandpa Butler.

How could His Highness not hate him?

Harry had carefully recalled the details of his relationship with Alan these past few days, and had to admit that maybe Alan had known this fact for a long time.

Maybe……

Voldemort was the Slytherin descendant who was related to His Highness by blood, and he was lucky enough to become His Highness's brother for a short time only because of the soul piece.

In fact, he is just a fake.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Harry couldn't help but wipe away his tears.

Forget it.

Forget it...

His Majesty and His Highness were once so kind to him. If His Highness persisted, he could welcome death and kill the soul piece in him.

In that way, he could be considered as avenging his parents.

After he figured it out, he seemed particularly calm when he saw Sirius again.

Harry looked at the worried Sirius and finally showed his first smile after the accident, and in turn comforted him and said,

"I'm fine, Sirius."

He acted very normal, almost happily having lunch with a few adults, and then heard a loud knock on the door.

Lupine went to open the door and saw Snape with a dark face.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, glanced behind him subconsciously, looked back and asked, "Why are you here? Severus."

It was as if Snape had been forced to eat a fly.

But he seemed to have something very important to say, so he even endured the venom in his mouth, raised his hand to push Lupine in, and then kicked the door shut with a bang.

"Shut your mouth, you furry werewolf!"

A cello-like voice quickly passed by and mocked,

"Aha, I should know that only that stupid dog would be willing to take in a dangerous person like you - don't look at me like that. Of course I'm not here just to mock you. You don't deserve to let me go all the way."

"What are you looking at? Where is the wave?"

He almost said the last words through gritted teeth.

Lupine was choked for a moment and didn't know how to reply.

He raised his eyebrows at the angry black bat and said tentatively, "Oh, Severus, I know you don't like me, but... Harry is Lily's child!"

Snape's face became even colder, he gritted his teeth, and his voice was slow and low, "Of course, I know."

He said quickly,

"Of course I'm not doing this for stupid Potter, but for Lily's sake, I'm warning you - take Harry Potter away, don't let him stay here stupidly, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. pig!"

Lu Ping also became serious and asked, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that Snape was silent for a moment and seemed to be trying to cover up something with his venomous tongue, he quickly asked, "Did Dumbledore tell you something?"

Snape looked at him for a while, gathered his black robe around him, and said, "Oh, look, how our noble bees gathered together a group of trash with well-developed limbs and simple minds? Even you are no exception.

"—Of course not him."

Black Bat seemed unwilling to say more, but still said, "It's Allen."

He pursed his mean lips tightly and spat out a few words, "Take him away quickly."

Throughout his life, he had never prepared a mockery of others, and his harsh words were always prolific, but it was so difficult to show kindness.

It was as if a few words had exhausted all the courage.

He looked deeply at Lupine, turned around and pressed his hand on the door handle. The moment he was about to go out, he turned his back to Lupine and said,

"I think although Gryffindor people have always been reckless and reckless, they will not show off in front of their own faces at times like this."

Black Bat kicked open the door.

He faced the westward sunset, covered himself with morning glow, and then closed the door.

The moment the door was completely closed, Lu Ping looked sideways and found a bottle at the entrance, and he could vaguely see the label on the bottle.

— Felicia.

The person still used the dark green potion that had not changed for thousands of years, and the handwriting was still familiar, but it was written in a very sloppy way to hide it.

It's like there's always something awkward in that person's heart about kindness.