Chapter 353 Hufflepuff: Questioning Salazar, Understanding Salazar, Becoming Salazar

Harry looked at the time on the clock and didn't know whether to laugh or cry: Rice's potion was effective, but he still had a strange dream. It was ineffective, but he actually slept for eight hours.

Touching his forehead, he found that his scar was burning, as if someone had branded it with a hot wire.

Harry took out the "painkillers" provided by Rice without hesitation and drank a drop. The pain in the scar was immediately reduced, but his brain seemed to be surrounded by a layer of mist, and all his perceptions became "dull".

Harry's expression became indifferent. He climbed down from the bed, put on his clothes silently, and prepared to go to the hall to eat.

At this time, Ron also woke up. He opened the bed curtain and called Harry: "Harry, wait for me, let's go to the hall together."

Harry: "Oh."

After Ron got dressed, he yawned and walked towards the hall downstairs with Harry.

While walking on the road, he was still complaining: "Have you done your homework for Divination?"

Harry didn't respond, and after two seconds he uttered a word: "No."

Ron didn't notice anything unusual at first, but just invited his friend: "Then let's write the homework together after dinner? I think we only need to write that we are unlucky to get high scores."

Harry: "Okay."

Ron felt something was wrong, but he didn't take it seriously - isn't it normal to be sleepy and not want to talk just after getting up? Then when the two returned to the lounge and started doing homework, Ron discovered Harry's abnormality.

"I plan to predict that I will fall in the bathroom, what are you going to write?"

"I don't know. I'm thinking."

Ron:?

In the following conversation, he found that Harry was indeed very abnormal: he was like a machine without emotions, and he only responded to various questions with one word or a short sentence, and he wrote his homework very slowly - this was a Divination homework, so he just had to make it up.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron stared at Harry's face seriously.

"Not bad." His response was still brief.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron frowned.

"My scar hurts, I asked Les for medicine." Under the suppression of the potion, Harry did not continue to hide his situation from Ron, but told everything that he had hidden in his heart before.

Ron:? !

He suddenly became alert and asked what the medicine was. Finally, he learned from Harry that Les provided him with three kinds of potions, and asked about Harry's recent experience.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it didn't work."

Ron: ...

Harry's sincerity made him speechless. He thought about it seriously for a while and decided to wait until Harry's drug effect was over.

The dose Harry took was actually very small. After less than an hour, the drug effect went down. He gradually regained consciousness and then remembered what happened before.

He suddenly became embarrassed.

"Ah, Ron, that's not what I meant. I meant--"

"You really should talk to Professor Dumbledore, tell him that your scar hurts, tell him that you're having strange dreams. Harry, although I know a limited amount and I'm not as good at making potions as Les, I understand that what you're experiencing is definitely not a normal situation--so Les pointed out the most correct way for you from the beginning: go to Dumbledore."

This time it was Harry's turn to be silent. Ron and Les gave exactly the same advice, and he knew deep down that this advice was the most reliable and pertinent, but he didn't want to do it from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, I'll go. But Les's sleeping potion is really good--I won't use his painkiller anymore." Harry changed the subject. He planned to finish the two bottles of sleeping potion Les gave him first.

Maybe he will heal himself by then? Then there's no need to bother Professor Dumbledore.

"That's right." Ron was fooled by Harry, and then turned his attention back to the Divination homework: "Harry, you have to hurry up, we have to go to class soon!"

"Yeah!" Harry nodded and quickly made up his homework. After the effect of the drug wore off, Harry wrote quickly and finished the homework that he had not finished for an hour in less than ten minutes.

After writing the last sentence, the two hurriedly put the things into their schoolbags and ran quickly towards the West Tower.

In the following days, Harry did not go to Dumbledore as he said, but bet on Rice's potion.

With the help of two sleeping potions, Harry no longer had strange dreams, only the occasional painful scar reminded him that things were not over.

But no matter what, Harry got superficial peace, and so did Hogwarts.

Helga finished most of the things on hand, leaving only the automatic doll that she promised to the Ministry of Magic.

These days, in addition to teaching students and Cedric, she spent all her time designing this doll. She hopes that the doll will be stable, reliable, not prone to damage, and easy to produce while having as many functions as possible - she can't really spend all her time and energy making dolls and selling them for money, that's not realistic.

With so many demands, even though Helga is good at puppet making, it took a lot of effort. Under the pressure of so many tasks, she, who can fight with gods, also felt tired.

So she called Les to her office.

"Help me, Salazar!" Helga took out a thick stack of parchment from under the desk, "Help me correct the students' papers. I use the spell you invented, you must know it very well."

Les: ? ? ?

Helga, what strange mushrooms did you eat to have the illusion that I am willing to help you correct your homework? I even let Daphne write my own homework!

"Goodbye!" Les turned around and left, and then found that the door of the office was locked tightly.

"You can try it, I will count you as the winner if you can get out." Hufflepuff showed a smile of success: she had already opened the field, and Salazar could not escape without making a noise.

Les: ...

He realized that he had been tricked, but it was not a big problem, he had a countermeasure.

"Helga, I remember you told me before that you found a student you like? Then why don't you let the student correct your homework?" Rice said in a gentle and persuasive way: "These unimportant tasks can be left to the students."

"Is this... really okay?" Salazar's words cheered up Helga, but she felt a little embarrassed, because this was exactly the same as Salazar's behavior of exploiting the little girl?

"Why is it not okay?" Rice raised his mouth: "This is for the good of your students!"

He whispered beside Helga like a venomous snake in the Garden of Eden: "In the process of correcting homework, won't he have a deeper grasp of the knowledge?"

Helga fell into thought.

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