Nobody knew what Felix Felicis had shown Harry in his dream, but Ron noticed that over the following term, his friend had several times tried to say a word beginning with "F" to the Potions professor.
Yet whenever he had just gotten out the "F," Snape would cover his ears and flee before he could finish.
Ron greatly admired Harry. He actually dared to swear at a professor?
And the professor was even scared of him. Was he really that powerful? As expected of the former Savior—same people, different fates.
Forget it. It was time to clean the third-floor bathroom again.
Because he had personally tested a certain "F"-word on the head of Slytherin, Ron, who had been punished by Snape to help Filch for a month, once again picked up a bucket and brush.
Perhaps only Neville had noticed Harry's changes. The transformation had been gradual, but for Neville, who often lost his memory, it was a drastic upheaval.
The Boy Who Lived truly was no longer as gloomy as he had been at the start of term. He had switched to Muggle contact lenses, and he no longer cut or washed his hair.
Harry was becoming more and more like Snape. Other than being friendlier and more helpful, he was practically that man's biological son!
Several times, when Neville woke up in the dormitory, he thought Snape was lying in the other bed and nearly jumped out of his skin.
But Harry said it was already the tenth time Neville had forgotten about his new hairstyle. He just needed to think carefully and stop making such a fuss.
Neville felt like his brain was not enough. Hadn't Harry hated Snape the most before? Why had he changed so much?
He wanted to write to his grandmother and ask