Succubus System At Hogwarts

"There is one last thing, Professor."

Dumbledore looked at the little wizard lovingly.

"Go ahead, kids."

"Snape... Why does Professor Snape protect me when he clearly hates me?" Harry frowned slightly. "I don't understand, Professor. Why?"

"Back then, James and Severus did dislike each other and often clashed." Dumbledore sighed softly. "But later, James did something that Snape could never forgive him for."

"What was it?"

"James saved Severus' life." Dumbledore's tone was drawn out. "Human emotions are truly fascinating, aren't they?"

Harry and Ian exchanged glances, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

"Professor Snape couldn't stand owing your father a favor like that. The reason he tried every means to protect you this year was because he felt that by doing so, he could settle that debt with your father. Once that was done, he could freely relive his hatred for James..."

At this point, Dumbledore's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"But he hates me so much, yet he's so nice to Ian." Harry was even more confused.

Ian rubbed his nose awkwardly. What could he do? He just happened to look more like their mother, Lily.

Oh, Merlin's big socks! Praise mother Lily!

Dumbledore looked at Ian's face, which bore a strong resemblance to his late mother. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Because your mother, Lily, was a good friend of Severus. Their relationship was always strong."

"What!?" Ian and the others were very surprised.

Ian secretly criticized the ambiguity in Dumbledore's words.

Was that really just good friends? Severus was completely obsessed with Lily.

But Ian could understand why Dumbledore wouldn't expose their professor in front of two eleven-year-old wizards. He couldn't just say, "Oh, Professor Snape used to be hopelessly in love with your mother," could he?

"Everyone who has seen Ian says that Ian looks a lot like our mother, and I look exactly like my father when he was young." Harry murmured. "So this is why Professor Snape treats you so differently?"

"No, you have something else that looks just like your mother, Harry." Dumbledore pointed to Harry's eyes. "These green eyes."

"Eyes..." Harry subconsciously touched them.

"Yes, Lily's eyes."

Dumbledore's voice became very soft, as if he were recalling a distant memory. "He was looking at Lily through you two brothers."

Harry was stunned. "He... he..."

Ian was sure that if Harry knew the extent of Snape's feelings for Lily, he would be even more shocked.

"Alright, children, do you have any other questions?"

Dumbledore stood up and picked up a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "Would you like one? When I was young, I ate one that tasted like dung."

Harry quickly waved his hands. "No, Professor, I don't have any other questions."

Ian raised his hand curiously. "Professor Dumbledore, how do you know it tasted like dung?"

Had Dumbledore actually tasted it before? Hiss! That was awful to think about!

Dumbledore glanced at Ian lightly, until Ian scratched his head uncomfortably. Then, he retracted his gaze and simply said, "Well, you know, young people are always a little curious."

Harry: Σ(????)?

Ian: (?_?)?

You are truly ruthless, Dumbledore. With that kind of curiosity, you're bound to succeed in anything you do.

"Have a good rest, children. There will be a feast tonight. Tomorrow, you can go home." Dumbledore walked out the door, leaving behind two very different expressions.

"Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore turned around and looked at Ian.

Ian stared straight into those wise blue eyes. "Professor, see you at the feast."

This year, the House Cup will still belong to us Slytherins.

Dumbledore was momentarily stunned, then chuckled. "See you tonight, children."

With that, he turned and left the hospital wing.

...

Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, was a kind woman—but also very strict.

"Madam Pomfrey, just five minutes." Harry pleaded.

"That won't do." Madam Pomfrey rejected him immediately.

Ian also wanted to see Hermione and Cassandra, so he muttered, "But you let Professor Dumbledore in?"

"Because he is the Headmaster." Madam Pomfrey replied confidently. "Now, both of you, lie down and rest. You need it."

"We will just lie down and do nothing, Madam Pomfrey." Ian blinked his bright green eyes and acted cute. "Please?"

Heheh~ This trick works every time. Back in the orphanage, the sisters and caretakers always gave in to me.

Sure enough, Madam Pomfrey was no exception—she couldn't resist the cuteness of children, especially when Ian was both handsome and charming.

"Alright, alright, I give up. But you mustn't move around, understand?"

"Okay, Madam Pomfrey."

So, Harry and Ian were finally able to meet Hermione and the others.

"Ian!" Hermione and Cassandra rushed in.

The two wanted to throw themselves at Ian, but seeing the wounds on his body, they had to restrain themselves.

"Ian, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Hermione sat beside him, holding his hand, her eyes full of worry.

Ian gently squeezed Hermione's hand in return. "Don't worry, Hermione, I'm fine."

"How can you be fine? When Professor Dumbledore brought you back, there was blood on the corners of your mouth and your collar." Cassandra pursed her lips. "I was so worried."

"It's really okay, Cassandra. Look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?" Ian said, pretending to get out of bed to prove his point.

"Ian!"

"Lie down, now!" Hermione and Cassandra quickly pressed him back down.

Ian surrendered and lay back down. "Alright, alright, I won't move. No need to worry."

Meanwhile, Harry and the other two exchanged glances.

Harry, in particular, looked at Hermione and Cassandra, feeling slightly left out.

Do they remember that I was injured too? Are we not friends anymore?

"Ahem!" Harry deliberately coughed twice.

Hermione and Cassandra then remembered Harry beside them and hurriedly expressed their concern.

"Harry, how are you?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, Harry, are you okay?" Cassandra added.

Harry waved his hand. "I'm fine."

"What happened after you two passed through the black flames?" Ron asked eagerly.

Draco nodded. "That's right, we only know that Professor Quirrell died, but the rest is unclear."

"So, you two have been talking nonsense everywhere?" Ian glanced at Draco and Ron.

Draco touched his nose awkwardly. "We just… exaggerated a little."

"I'll be damned if I believe that." Ian glared at Draco.

"So what actually happened?" Hermione interrupted the brewing argument between Ian and Draco.

Harry and Ian exchanged glances before Harry finally spoke up, recounting everything that happened after they passed through the black flames.

Of course, he deliberately left out the part about Snape and their parents.

When they heard that the face under Quirrell's turban was actually Voldemort, they all gasped.

"See? I told you Professor Snape was definitely not a bad person." Draco said smugly. "You just didn't believe me."

"Oh, please, hindsight genius." Ronald rolled his eyes. "I don't know who was the one claiming Snape was his godfather all the time but then also suspected him at the last minute."

Draco was left speechless—because, unfortunately, Weasley was telling the truth.

"So, you two defeated Voldemort?" Hermione got straight to the point.

"You could say that." Ian nodded. "But Voldemort is not completely dead."

"Yes, his remnant soul is still out there," Harry added. "But he can no longer use the Philosopher's Stone to restore his body."

"So, the Philosopher's Stone is really destroyed?" Cassandra, like Ian, felt it was a pity.

"That Nicolas Flamel who lived for more than 600 years is also going to die." Hermione sighed. "Facing death is a terrible thing."

"That's what I said." Harry seemed to have met a kindred spirit. "But Dumbledore thinks—he said, 'For people with a very clear mind, death is just a great adventure.'"

Ron curled his lips. "Sometimes I really think Dumbledore is weird, like an old madman."

All of them nodded in agreement. Sometimes they just couldn't understand Dumbledore's way of thinking.

"What happened after you passed through the purple flames?" Ian asked.

"After we returned, we were going to rush to the Owlery to contact Professor Dumbledore, but we ran into Professor Snape in the corridor," Hermione said, glancing at Ian. "He asked us if you were already on the third floor."

"Then he ran to the fourth floor like a madman," Cassandra continued. "We didn't know what was happening, but we hurried to follow him."

"When we got there, we found that Professor Dumbledore was already there," Draco said. "Ian, you didn't see how red Professor Snape's eyes were at the time. He was desperately pouring potion into your mouth."

"I thought he was poisoning you at the time. He looked really frantic," Cassandra said flatly.

"Snape was actually worried about Ian," Harry said, still finding it strange.

He now felt that the only reason Snape hadn't hexed him into oblivion was his green eyes.

"Then what?" Ian asked.

"Then Dumbledore told us to go back first," Ron spread his hands. "And now Madam Pomfrey brought us to the hospital wing."

Ian and Harry exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

They had really been too impulsive this time—reckless, even.

Ian: The impulse was yours, but the personality is mine.

If Dumbledore hadn't been watching, he wouldn't have played along with such a childish game with a group of eleven-year-old kids just to maintain his persona.

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