Silhouettes of HP

dog.But this time he was too lazy to coax it with music, and just threw a high-strength sleeping spell at it.

Lu Wei fell to the ground.Harry went over, pulled the tab off the trapdoor, and jumped in.

The devil's net sensed that someone was approaching, and quickly entangled him.This time Harry was much calmer, he threw a stickless "Fire Blazing" over, and the devil's net disappeared without a trace.

There were no Hermione or Ron now, Harry realized for the first time clearly, though he would always think of the last time the three of them had laughed and walked by together.In this life, Hermione studied at ease and didn't think about any messy things, and in this life, even if Ron was restless, no one would give him advice on finding information. Naturally, he and Neville wouldn't know anything about Nick Flamel and Philosopher's Stone.

So, he was really alone now, Harry was a little disappointed, and maybe Severus.Thinking of his dark and greasy old Bat-lover, Harry swallowed his sentimental heart.

Along the stone corridor to a brightly lit room, Harry once again saw the key bird shining like a jewel.

Harry leaned against the wall behind him and whispered, "As the heir of Slytherin, I order the key to the next door to fly over."

Phew - a big silver key automatically fell into Harry's hand.

Harry laughed so cheaply, it felt so cool to show off in Hogwarts in the name of the heir!

He opened another door of this room and entered the room with wizard chess.

Ron wasn't there.Harry's wizard chess is half-tuned. He couldn't beat Ron in his previous life, and he couldn't beat Draco in this life.He was very hard-pressed, so he had to repeat the old tricks.

"As the heir of Slytherin, I order you all to stand back and let me pass."

All the chess pieces obediently moved out of the way, Harry walked behind the white chess pieces and opened the door.

If Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick knew that the level they had worked so hard to make was played by him like this, he would definitely be so angry that he vomited blood.

Harry stuck out his tongue.

As in the previous life, there was a troll in this room still lying on the ground, bloody, apparently unconscious.He bypassed the troll and opened the door to the next room.As soon as he entered the door, a black and a purple flame blocked the entrance and exit of the room, trapping him here.

It's Snape's Potions level.

Next to a pile of potion bottles was the parchment left by Snape. Looking at the familiar slender writing on it, Harry couldn't help smiling happily.

He suddenly felt that he was not alone now, that tall and steady man had never been far away, and had been silently watching and protecting him.No matter past life or present life.

He is not good at logic problems. Hermione said in her previous life that many wizards do not have the ability to reason logically, so that they are trapped here forever.

However, Snape possessed wisdom, talent, and strength. If he hadn't deliberately disguised himself as a severe and terrifying teacher, he would probably be the most admired person by the students.

Taking a deep breath, Harry picked up the smallest potion bottle and drank it down.

Biting chills seeped into his body instantly, Harry bit his lower lip, walked through the black flames without hesitation, and walked into the last room.

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☆、Chapter 44

Quirrell is standing in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Harry suddenly remembered how surprised he was when he saw Quirrell here in his previous life, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.I was really stupid at the beginning.

Quirrell froze for a moment when he saw Harry looking at him without surprise.

"You know it's me?" he asked.

Harry asked calmly, "What else? Professor Snape?"

"He's more like a bad guy," Quirrell said.

Harry shrugged noncommittally, "My Dean, I know better than you."

Quirrell: "..." Isn't the Potter family supposed to be a pure and enthusiastic Gryffindor family?Why a sinister and cunning Slytherin savior?He was speechless.

"What else do you want to say?" Harry asked, tilting his head slightly.

Quirrell had a fierce look on his face, completely different from his usual timid look: "This school year, I have found many opportunities to kill you, for my master..."

"Then you found out that I didn't go to the Quidditch Cup and I don't usually see me except for class?" Harry asked back with a smile.

Quirrell nodded: "That's right. I always thought that the last Quidditch Cup was a good opportunity. As long as you stand in the stands, I can kill you."

This time it was Harry's turn to be lazy: "It's a pity, I have no interest in Quidditch at all, but you have a chance to kill me tonight, as your master."

Quirrell stopped talking nonsense with him, and immediately summoned a rope to tie him firmly.Harry did not resist, he decided to accompany Quirrell and Voldemort to the end this time.

Now regardless of whether there is the "mark of love" given to him by his mother, in terms of magic power, Quirrell and Voldemort behind his head are definitely not his opponents. In other words, even if he really has no way to resist, Hai Erbo can also help him.So he's pretty stress-free.

To a certain extent, Haierbo and Harry, who have signed a pet contract, are connected. As long as Harry is in a stable mood, Haierbo will obediently put it on his wrist.

"I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror," Quirrell murmured to the Mirror of Erised behind Harry. "This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone." He said, "Only Dumbledore can come up with something like this... But he's in London right now... By the time he comes back, I'll be far away..."

Listening to Quirrell's chanting as in his previous life, Harry couldn't help smiling: "Why do you think that only Dumbledore can stop you?"

"Then who else can stop me?" Quirrell turned around and sneered, "Could it be you?"

Harry subconsciously wanted to shrug his shoulders, but Quirrell's rope was tied too tightly: "Stop talking nonsense, you'd better find the Philosopher's Stone for your master, or he won't be happy."

Quirrell looked at the Mirror of Erised, showing a flustered look for the first time: "Do you have to break this mirror to get the Sorcerer's Stone?"

"Use that boy... use that boy..." Voldemort's voice sounded from Quirrell's hood.

"Okay, Potter, you come here." Then, he clapped his hands, and the rope on Harry's body was automatically untied.

It is really troublesome to untie after just tying.Harry complained silently in his heart.

"What did you see?" Quirrell asked.

Harry looked at the Mirror of Erised, he and Snape were still embracing and kissing.

"Tell me!" Quirrell urged impatiently.

Harry: "..." What did he say!Is it true?He couldn't help thinking bitterly.

When he was frowning, the Philosopher's Stone suddenly fell from the mirror into Harry's trouser pocket.

"I saw...well, I saw Voldemort turned into a snake face." Harry looked at Quirrell, hesitating, "It's so scary, so scary!"

Quirrell: "..."

"He's lying," said Voldemort again from the back of Quirrell's head, "let me talk to him, face to face..."

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet..." 24 Xiao's servant Qi Luo persuaded.

"I still have this strength."

Quirrell took off the turban on his head, and Voldemort's face that was neither human nor ghost appeared in front of Harry again.For some reason, Harry suddenly remembered the scene in the previous life when this face was screaming at the shed ordering Nagini to kill Severus.

His heart throbbed violently.

"What are you going to tell me?" Harry asked, hiding his emotions, leaning lazily against the wall behind him.

Voldemort's hoarse voice slowly complained: "You have made me like this, only shadow and steam, with unicorn blood..."

Harry yawned, it was painful to hear the same uninteresting words twice.

"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket!" roared Voldemort.

Harry smiled and asked, "Why?" He didn't sound annoyed, as if he was just asking a very common question.

Such a calm Harry made Quirrell suddenly feel that something was wrong.It is incredible that a 12-year-old child can communicate so calmly and calmly with a dark wizard who is intent on killing him.

"Lord, master..." he stammered.

Voldemort ignored him and continued to order Harry: "Hand it over."

"What if I don't?" Harry's lazy voice suddenly became sharper, and with a wave of his hand, he hit the Mirror of Erised with a soundless "split" soundless and wand, and this huge and ancient mirror suddenly shattered to the ground. .

Quirrell really panicked this time, and he wanted to run away.He never thought that a first-grade child could do magic without a wand, and even smash the magic mirror of Erised, which proved that the opponent's magic power had surpassed his own.Things started to get out of hand.So, instead of waiting here to die, it is better to leave first and then find a way.

However, without giving him a chance to escape, Harry waved again and read into Quirrell's face, "The birds are flocking."

Immediately, thousands of birds flew towards Quirrell's face, pecking him so much that he could only cover his face with his hands, unable to fight back at all.It was the first time Harry had actually used the magic that the Slytherins had shared with him, and it worked so well that he was amazed.

"Using the Killing Curse on you is really cheap for you," Harry sneered, without the usual gentleness at all, but with bloodthirsty gloom, "Would you like to try Cruciatus? You are always going to die anyway, No one will find out that I use the forbidden spell." After speaking, he swung a spell over.

"what!"

With Quirrell's screams, Voldemort couldn't hold back: "Kill him!" He ordered his servants.

"Master, I... ah!"

Harry threw Cruciatus again, leaving Quirrell unable to make any other sound except screaming.

"Voldemort, you killed my parents, you killed the person I love the most. And my last relative, my most respected teacher, all died at your hands," Harry said in the cruel voice of chanting Unspeakable sadness, "So, I hate you more than you can imagine!"

Harry's tears were dripping down, he tried his best to hold back, and threw another Cruciatus Curse at Quirrell: "Anyone who wants to revive you must die!"

The magic connected by Voldemort and Quirrell made it impossible for Voldemort to leave the host's body before Quirrell died without recovering his physical strength.He could only watch helplessly.

The third Cruciatus Curse was thrown, and Quirrell lay motionless on the ground. Harry stopped the spell and walked over, only to find that he had been pained to death.His magic power is too strong, coupled with the sheer hatred, Quirrell can't even bear his three Cruciatus Curse.

Voldemort immediately turned into a puff of black smoke and drifted out of the room.

Harry took a deep breath, a pained smile on his lips.Quirrell is dead.This was the first person he killed in his previous life. At that time, he had no intention of killing him, but now...

Hatred really turns people into demons...

Harry thought bitterly, in this life, he might never be able to look at the world with pure and enthusiastic eyes like his previous life.

Severus, the child you've been trying to protect is gone.Now this Harry will do everything possible to protect the one he loves.

He looked down at Quirrell's body, sighed slightly, and then filled in his handprints.

Quirrell's whole body seemed to be burned by fire, and he could no longer see a human figure, let alone the cause of death.

Harry gave himself a "pass out" before Dumbledore arrived, and he didn't know anything after that.

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☆、Chapter 45

When Harry woke up, he found himself lying in the hospital wing. As before, when he opened his eyes, he saw Dumbledore's glasses blinking desperately in front of him, and there were a lot of snacks beside him .

He turned around quickly in his mind, and then sat up pretending to be panicked: "It's Quirrell, Principal Dumbledore, Quirrell wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

Dumbledore smiled: "You did a good job, Harry, you stopped Quirrell."

"I……"

"The Sorcerer's Stone has been destroyed by me," Dumbledore smiled, "you protected it."

"But Quirrell, is he, is he dead?" Harry asked nervously, "Did I kill him?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's none of your business."

"But, I still killed someone." Harry lowered his head with guilt on his face.

"You didn't do it on purpose," Dumbledore reassured, "to stop Voldemort. Besides, Voldemort is going to kill you, you're just defending yourself."

He originally thought that Harry, who was assigned to Slytherin, was different from what he imagined, and he might not easily go to Quirrell, but he didn't expect that Harry was still full of Gryffindor-style sense of justice.He is completely relieved now.

"Why does Quirrell seem to be on fire as long as I put my hand on him?" Harry asked tentatively. He wondered if Dumbledore suspected the cause of Quirrell's death. "He can't touch me."

Harry was not worried that the headmaster would see the problem from the wizard chess, because as far as he knew, after letting the wizard pass, the wizard chess would be restored to its original state, otherwise he wouldn't have to play the chess again after Quirrell passed.So the only thing he is worried about now is Quirrell's death.

Obviously, he did it flawlessly.Dumbledore explained to him about the "Mark of Love" again.

Harry let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, as long as he wasn't suspected.

At this moment, Snape came in.Looking at his still dark attire, Harry couldn't help grinning.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry, still in a mocking tone: "I heard that the great savior saved the wizarding world again?"

"Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted in disapproval.

Snape ignored him and continued: "There are many worshipers outside waiting for His Majesty the Savior to wake up. If you want those worshipers to continue waiting, go to sleep."

Harry stuck out his tongue embarrassingly, and lowered his head to get out of bed.

Unlike the previous life, last time he was in a coma for three days because of the massive consumption of mana and the resonance of his scars with Voldemort.This time, he cast a sleeping spell on himself, so he woke up in one day without any aftereffects.

Of course, this is not the case in Dumbledore's view. Harry has been in a coma since he entered the secret room, Quirrell is dead, and Voldemort's soul is missing. He thought that Harry had suffered a lot of damage. faint.

"By the way, Principal Dumbledore," Harry asked casually while dressing, "do I still have to go back to my aunt's house during the summer vacation?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

Harry's tears overflowed immediately: "But... I don't want to go back."

"Why?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry's tears fell quickly: "They made me do a lot of things, beat me if I couldn't finish them, didn't give me food, and locked me in the cupboard..."

Before he could finish speaking, Snape, who had always been calm, couldn't hold back anymore. He shouted at Dumbledore: "You promised me that you would take good care of Harry. Is this what you called the promise before? Let him Live a life worse than that of a house-elf?" In his previous life, although he knew that Aunt Petunia often abused Harry, he never thought that Aunt Petunia had such a hard life.

This is Lily's child.Snape closed his eyes and thought painfully, although old Potter was a bit of a jerk, he was very good to Lily, if they were still around, Harry would never have lived like this.

"But," Dumbledore hesitated, "you know, there is no safer place than his aunt's."

Snape frowned: "His aunt's house is safe? Are you sure his heart is not hurt in such an environment?"

Harry: "..." If he's drinking water, he'll spit it out, it's weird how old Bat cares about his mental health or something.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly: "What else can we do?"

"Can I stay at Hogwarts during the summer vacation?" Harry stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, looking extremely pitiful, "I won't cause you any trouble."

"Hogwarts is not open to students during the summer vacation," Dumbledore explained, shaking his head. "Perhaps, I can help you find a professor to take you in for two months."

Bingo!Harry's heart was filled with joy, and there was still a subtle sense of gratitude on the surface: "Thank you, Headmaster." It would have been more perfect if he had directly appointed Severus, and Harry prayed silently in his heart.

Sure enough, Dumbledore lived up to his expectations, he turned to look at Snape: "Severus, your summer vacation..."

"I'm busy." Snape dryly refused.

Harry immediately threw himself into Snape's arms: "Professor, please, I really don't want to go back to my aunt's house. I will definitely not cause you any trouble. I can also help you with all the housework..." He Hugging the other party tightly and making promises, the emerald eyes looked deeply at Snape, as if accusing the other party of being helpless.

Even though he knew he was acting, Snape was still taken aback by how shameless the little bastard was. He subconsciously raised his hand and stroked his head.

Dumbledore watched this scene, smiled and said to Snape: "Then, Harry will entrust you with the summer vacation."

Snape glared hard at the speaker. "Are your eyes covered with syrup? Or are your ears stuffed with candy? When did you see, or hear, my consent?"

Dumbledore smiled very kindly: "Don't you have the heart for Harry to go back to his aunt's house and suffer?"

Snape thought for a long time, finally nodded, and said through gritting his teeth word by word: "Wage, salary, increase, times!"

Dumbledore: "Deal!"

Harry: "..."

Snape turned to leave, his robes billowing imposingly as he moved.

Harry dressed and followed Dumbledore out of the hospital wing.Sure enough, as Snape said, the entrance of the medical wing was surrounded by students, and when they saw him coming out, they all rushed up one by one.

Draco and Bryce rushed over first.

"It's great to see you're okay," Draco said in a low voice, although he tried to keep calm, but still couldn't hide his excitement, "Did you really see that person?"

Harry followed him to the Slytherin dormitory, trying to avoid the people following him.

"Voldemort?" he asked, and then he heard Draco gasp, "See you."

Harry shrugged, then quickly walked into his room, and after confirming that Draco and Bryce had all come in, he quickly closed the door to keep the onlookers out.It's not that he's arrogant, he's been fed up with these so-called "admirers" since his previous life, think about Ke Liwei in the past.

Draco sat on Harry's chair and asked, "Father said he hoped to invite you to Malfoy Manor during the summer vacation. Can you come over? Of course, there will be a formal invitation." Naturally, the Malfoy family will not invite others Just say it verbally, especially if the other party is still a famous savior.

Harry nodded: "My honor. Besides, as long as the dean lets me go, it should be fine."

"Dean?" Draco and Bryce gasped, "You mean..."

Harry bowed his head in embarrassment: "You know, I used to live at my aunt's house, and they don't like magic very much, so...the headmaster was afraid that I would be inconvenient, so he arranged for me to go to the headmaster during the summer vacation."

"These stupid Muggles..." Draco grumbled.

Bryce gave Harry a knowing smile: "Then, I hope to see you again next semester, Harry."

Harry returned a wider smile.

This year's Academy Cup deservedly belonged to Slytherin. Even without Harry's final confrontation with Voldemort, under Snape's favor, Slytherin would still have secured first place.

Seeing that the Hogwarts auditorium was covered with silver and green decorations, Harry suddenly wanted to laugh. In this life, Snape no longer had to worry about Dumbledore finding a reason to give Gryffindor extra points.

The exam results came out, Harry glanced at his report card, it was not bad, even Snape gave him an O, not to mention other subjects, except History of Magic, he got E and O.

Hermione still won the first place in the whole year with all O's, and Draco came in second because of an E. Seeing the ranking, he almost vomited blood.With lower test scores than Muggle-borns, he's going to have a hard time this summer.

Sadness is sadness, when he saw Hermione, he still smiled and said "Congratulations" to her.Hermione smiled sheepishly as she accepted his congratulations.

This time, Harry didn't take the Hogwarts Express. After all the students left the school, he went to Spider's End with Snape and started his happy summer life.

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☆、Chapter 46

Spider's End is located in a poor area of ​​London. Snape's father, Tobias Snape, has lived here since his business failed.

Snape didn't like it here. His impression of this house was that it was filled with the loud beating and scolding of his father when he was drunk in his childhood and the crying of his mother. If it wasn't because Hogwarts was closed during the holidays, he wouldn't bother to come back .

Harry didn't come to Spider's End for the first time. The other party brought him here to celebrate Snape's birthday in winter, but he got drunk very quickly that day, and left in such a hurry the next day that He didn't even have time to observe the growth environment of his lover.

The house had two floors plus a basement, not too big or too small, it was very suitable for a family to live in. Although the house looked dilapidated from the outside, Snape arranged it neatly and comfortably inside.

Snape took him to the bedroom, and Harry was dissatisfied when he saw the only cot in it—it wasn't where he slept the last time.

"I don't want to live here," Harry shook his head desperately, "It's too small and broken!"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Then, please, the great savior, go back to No. 4 Privet Drive. It is more spacious and luxurious, and more suitable for you."

Harry looked at him aggrievedly: "Obviously you didn't let me sleep here last time."

Snape: "..." He didn't expect Harry to get drunk last time, and he planned to take him back to Hogwarts after drinking, so he didn't prepare anything, he could only let the little bastard sleep. bedroom.

"Sev..." Harry looked at Snape pitifully, "I'm afraid to sleep alone..."

Snape's staring eyes were about to burst into flames. The little bastard lived alone in the dormitory for a year, and now he told him to be afraid? !

Harry ignored his anger, and continued to make trouble without fear of death: "I often have nightmares at night, Sirius fell into the veil, you were killed by Nagini..."

"All right, all right," said Snape, who was most afraid of the little bastard telling him about the past, which was a terrible experience that neither of them wanted to recall, "You won, little bastard, come with me. "

Harry, who had achieved his goal, followed behind Snape with a particularly wretched smile.

Snape's bedroom contained a large bed, with silk sheets and quilts, which looked extremely comfortable.Harry immediately threw himself on it and rolled over.

Snape picked him up and threw him back to the ground: "Pack up your things for me first, put your clothes in the closet, then go to the study to put down the books, we will go out to buy some daily necessities in the afternoon, if I remember correctly , His Excellency the Savior seems to have promised to take care of all the housework?"

Harry stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, put down his clothes, and came to Snape's study with books and summer homework.

Wow... As soon as he entered the door of the study, Harry was dumbfounded. Does the professor need so many books here?Harry looked up at the bookshelf that was N times taller than himself, and felt his neck ache.

Snape stood at the door of the study and looked at him, "Summer vacation is a good time to study." He said with a half-smile.

Harry turned his head to look at him with a face full of tears. The old bat wouldn't ask him to memorize a lot of knowledge about potions again, would he?

Snape seemed to read his mind, and nodded in agreement.Nonsense, even the house is occupied by this little bastard, of course I have to take care of him, otherwise wouldn't it be a pity to just let him go.

Harry: "..."

By the time he finished packing up, it was almost noon.Snape checked the time and decided to take him to Diagon Alley for food.

Fortunately, the students were all at home during the holiday today, and there were not many people in Diagon Alley at this time, otherwise Snape's appearance here would definitely cause panic among the small animals in Hogwarts.

But there are always exceptions to everything.The two came to a restaurant, and the smell of black pepper pervading everywhere made Harry swallow uncontrollably. However, before he could speak, a sixth-grade Hufflepuff student who was using the summer work-study program screamed:

"S...Professor Snape?!" /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ How pitiful I am, I just came to the hotel to change into work clothes less than an hour after school was on holiday in the morning, and then I saw the scariest thing again Professor of Potions.

Snape raised his eyebrows, with a cold expression that frightened the little animals to death, he mocked: "Mr Wolfe, you should be glad you are on vacation now, otherwise Hufflepuff will be imprisoned for changing the professor's name without authorization." Take two points, and besides, your Potions score this time..."

Wolf turned his head and ran away, and called the boss to come and take the order for his professor himself.

The boss was a middle-aged man in his 30s. As soon as he heard that Professor Snape was coming with the savior, he immediately went over to say hello. Not to mention the charm of the savior, his son had to be in the hands of Professor Snape.

Snape still had a cold expression, he reluctantly nodded, and put the menu handed over by the other party in front of Harry: "What do you want to eat?"

The boss turned to Harry with a smile on his face: "Mr. Potter, your presence has made our shop flourish. If you need anything, please let us know immediately. We will serve you wholeheartedly."

Harry sniffed the scent wafting from the restaurant, and then said to the boss, "I want the dish you are cooking now."

"Okay." The boss nodded, "This is black pepper sirloin steak, how well done do you want?"

Harry thought for a moment, "Five points." Then he looked at Snape.

Snape frowned, without even looking at the menu, he said to the boss, "Same, medium well."

"Old Bat, just eat raw." Harry muttered in a very low voice.

Snape didn't catch it: "What?"

Of course it was impossible for Harry to repeat it, he continued to look up at the boss: "Another order of French fries, a serving of tiramisu, and a serving of vanilla ice cream."

"You're not allowed to eat ice cream right after dinner," Snape grimly denied.

"But, I want to eat," Harry said to the boss pretending to be innocent, "give me one."

The boss hesitated: "This..." Although he really wanted to meet the savior's request, Professor Snape...

Sure enough, Snape raised his eyebrows and smirked at the boss: "If I remember correctly, your son is in the fifth grade of Gryffindor..."

The boss said to the savior sincerely: "It's too hot in summer, eating ice cream is not good for your health."

Harry: "..."

Because His Excellency the Savior came here in person, the boss gave a lot of each dish, and by the time Harry finished eating, he was almost stuffed to death.Snape originally planned to go shopping for daily necessities directly after the two of them ate, but seeing Harry in such a half-dead state, he had to take him back to Spider's End to drink some potions to help digestion.

Because of Harry's fuss, they didn't really want to go back to Diagon Alley. Taking Harry to Diagon Alley was too troublesome and easy to be recognized by others. After discussing it, the two decided to go shopping in a Muggle mall. .

Snape's father was a Muggle, and he had been living in the Muggle world before entering Hogwarts, so he was familiar with it, so he found some pounds from his home, and he took Harry to the center of London up.

The reputation of Harry's savior was limited to the wizarding world, and no one in the Muggle world knew the strange scar on his head, so he felt relieved to follow Snape to the supermarket.

The two bought some ingredients that would last for a while, Harry insisted on snacks, Snape hadn't been back to the Muggle world since he was an adult, so naturally he didn't understand what potato chips and corn sticks were, so he let it go .

The two of them were noisy, and it was past ten o'clock in the evening when they returned to Spider's End Alley. Go to Potter Manor. If they're lucky, they can go to the Gaunt family's old house to retrieve the Soulstone ring. They will have to deal with Muggles.

Hey, Harry thought as he put down his things, wondering when Lord Slytherin will come to them.

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☆、Chapter 47

It was Harry's first night in Spider's End, and he took a quick shower, then lay on Snape's bed and waited for him.

Snape originally wanted to make two more potions at night, but after running this day, let alone Harry, he was also a little tired. The way of moving in the Muggle world is different from that in the wizard world, and they have to walk every step by themselves , can neither use a broom nor apparate, because they don't know if they will appear in a crowded place, otherwise the sudden appearance will scare the Muggles.

Snape changed into his pajamas and went upstairs, opened the door of the master bedroom, and saw Harry wrapped in his own quilt, looking at him without blinking.

He gave him a hard look, and got into bed.

"Sev." Harry took the initiative to hug the man who had just laid down, "I'm so tired."

Snape threw a wandless spell on the lamp, and the room was suddenly dark: "Go to bed early when you are tired." When he was not sarcastic, he was always concise.

"Ah."

Harry leaned his head in his arms obediently. The faint smell of herbs on Snape's body made him feel very relaxed. He insisted on living in the same room with him because he didn't want to be separated from him, even when he was sleeping. It was completely different from how he liked Qiu and Ginny back then.He can be impeccable in front of others, but when there are only two of them, he doesn't want to go against his inner desire at all.

He soon fell asleep.Hearing that he was breathing evenly, Snape raised his hand to stroke his always messy hair, then sighed slightly.

When will this little bastard grow up?

It was three days later when Salazar Slytherin appeared in front of them. Harry was his heir, and he thought it would be easy to find each other.

During these three days, Harry and Snape had a good time enjoying the two-person world.Of course Snape wouldn't ask Harry to do all the housework, the two of them basically fell into the pattern of Snape chopping and throwing Harry into the pot.

Nothing bad, just...

"Sev, don't you want to cut all the ingredients into exactly the same size and weight?" Harry looked at the raw materials in front of him with embarrassment, "This makes me have the urge to take the cauldron."

Snape didn't use a Muggle kitchen knife for chopping, but chose the same small silver knife he used to chop potion ingredients.

Harry: "..." He knew that he was not cooking, but potion!

Snape looked up and glared at him fiercely.Harry shrank his head automatically, not daring to say any more, and obediently threw a pile of identical raw materials into the pot.

This is cooking.

When doing homework.

"Sev, what's the difference between a brass cauldron and a pure copper cauldron?" Harry choked on his Potions homework egg, "What's the difference between a daffodil root and a marigold root?"

At this time, Snape was reading a Latin book that he had just looted from the Slytherin secret room before the summer vacation. Hearing his question, he put down the book in his hand and asked, "What's the difference between the aconite in the shape of a boat and the aconitum chamaejasmea?" the difference?"

Harry: "..." Do you think he is a fool?He has been asked this question three times in the two worlds together.

Snape ignored him and turned his gaze back to the book.Harry turned around in his head before he understood what Snape meant.

………………Depend on!How can there be such a vile professor? !

When they went to bed, Harry usually went to bed first.

"Sev, hug." Harry wrapped himself in the quilt and said to Snape who had just gone to bed.

Snape glared at him, "Sleep!"

Harry ignored his freezing gaze, still cheekily rubbing against Snape, Snape