[HP] Chaotic Love

is a sinner.

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Harry was so thin that Snape could easily lift him up with one hand and give him medicine.

Snape's gentleness towards the unconscious Harry probably came from this man's awkward nature, he was not used to showing favor in front of others.

In the past, Harry had always been so thin and pitiful, but unlike now, it seemed that there was only a handful of bones left.

In fact, this is what the savior of the wizarding world looks like. He doesn't look like the steel and iron bones that people imagine, but he has always been terribly tough, and he is by no means a bone to chew on.

Snape's fingertips lightly touched the boy's slender cheeks, neck, and the scars on his arms that had been faded by magic at this time.

What a stupid lion who won't let me feel at ease until death...

We did, we all survived.

What a miracle.

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four years ago

Harry's loss of his parents seems to have brought him an innate sense of inferiority, and he is always worried about gains and losses.

During that time, Snape and Harry were still in an awkward cold war, and there was no communication between them except in class.

At first, Harry's Occlumency progressed well. He learned to protect those clear memories that easily affected him, and sometimes even actively set traps to hide his past.

Until one day, Harry went to class in a very unstable mood. At that time, Snape didn't say anything. In fact, he kept avoiding Harry, and even started to invade without noticing that something was wrong with Harry.

Harry's emotions collapsed almost instantly.

The death of Cedric, the death of his parents, the tragic childhood memories, falling into desperation again and again...

Almost as if he was taking a class for the first time, Harry laid out all his weaknesses and was defenseless.

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Snape gave Harry a rare break.

This rest passed for a long time, and he sat next to Harry with a blank expression, neither leaving nor urging, as if he was waiting for the boy to say something.

This silence lasted for a long time before Harry spoke softly.

"Professor...can I survive?"

Snape frowned, everyone was risking their lives for this brat, but he himself still hesitated.

He just wanted to turn around and criticize him, but the boy who lost even the only advantage of Gryffindor was stunned by the boy's distracted and helpless eyes.

"I'm not afraid of death," the boy's voice was a little hoarse, as if in pain, "I'm afraid of death for no reason, I'm afraid that no one will believe me until I die."

"People will always accept reality, whether it pleases you or not."

"But that's not trust. They trust me today, but they won't trust me tomorrow." Harry wiped his tears hastily, without saying a word, just staring at Snape blankly.

When the word trust was mentioned, Snape stopped talking, obviously remembering the previous events.

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"Professor, will we survive then?"

Harry stared straight at Snape with a pair of emerald green deer eyes, as if begging for something.

Suddenly Snape realized.

Harry's dilemma is not that no one believes him, but that he urgently needs someone to rely on.

An adult who is strong enough and close enough.

Snape wanted to tell Harry that he probably wouldn't survive, but... seeing those eyes...

Forget it, Snape, just think of it as saving the poor child.

He just...just needs a little hope.

"Of course," Snape said with duplicity, even he didn't believe it himself, "...someone will always be with you."

I believe that you will have a perfect life, although I am afraid that this perfection has nothing to do with me.

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Four years later

In fact, Snape never expected to survive, and even he completely resigned himself to death.

Well, he admitted that he didn't plan to survive from the beginning, but he didn't know what method the brat used to wake himself up.

yes wake up...

A place where there is no war, no pain, no sin, nothing but darkness, not even the sun.

He actually doesn't like Myth Sunshine.

In the sunshine, there are not only spring flowers blooming, but also criminal murders and robbery.

From that endless peace, it seemed that he was forcibly pulled out by someone, and then he was far away from that lingering peace—what he thought he had been longing for.

Whether it is hell or heaven, there is always a destination.

It's a pity that once he returns to reality, he is still that pitiful, sinful wretch.

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Thinking of this, Snape pulled the boy over agitatedly, and opened the glass bottle with one hand, as if he wanted to help the unconscious Harry drink it down.

But apparently, Harry in his sleep was not very cooperative, frowning tightly, he rubbed the pillow, and buried his face by the way, trying to resist the entry of this bad-tasting thing into his stomach.

Our professor was not in a hurry, he took a wand and casually pulled out a small metal crowbar from the air. It seemed that this was not the first time the professor had experienced this kind of situation. He straightened Harry's face with one hand, and He skillfully took out the tool and pried open Harry's teeth, and directly poured the potion upside down.

Harry always seems to be injured, whether in wartime or non-wartime, and over time, Snape, who often "handles Harry's funeral affairs", has also developed a unique skill.

The boy complained at the time that he was not romantic at all.

Even though I just sneered at these words countless times, deliberately being against it.

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"Cough cough."

Despite countless successful experiments, our savior nearly choked to death for the umpteenth time.

The main reason for being choked is that our professor is indeed the youngest master of potions, and the effect of the medicine is directly proportional to the taste.

Like himself, good medicine tastes bitter.

Although the effect of the medicine is good, it is a pity that it is not tactful enough, and it is extremely spicy. Few people can understand the benefits of this kind of straightforwardness.

It's a pity that I just like a man with such a temperament.

Harry wondered whether he had a tendency to m, and actually liked this kind of vicious man...

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The boy who was woken up by the medicine looked at his professor with dissatisfaction, his big eyes were teary from the choking, as if he was accusing the man of bullying him.

However, Snape obviously wasn't someone who could be easily dismissed by pretending to be pitiful, and he threw Harry back on the bed roughly, without the gentleness and patience that Harry had when he was unconscious, with a look of impatience on his face.

Harry cursed inwardly, no matter how many times this man died, he still looked so awkward.

"Although I know the result, I still want to ask," Harry, who had just woken up, forced his weak body to sit up, "Do you really want to save me instead of murdering me?"

After finishing speaking, Harry himself laughed, as if this scene was like returning to the time when he and the professor first fell in love, and he insisted on asking the answer "he cares about himself" from the man's mouth.

It's a pity that because of the man's awkwardness, I haven't succeeded once.

Until he died, he didn't know whether he had ever loved himself or not.

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"Should I be grateful to our great savior for trusting his humble potions professor?" Snape replied blankly, reaching out to help Harry and help him arrange the pillow behind him.

"If you are willing to improve the taste of your potion, I will be grateful to you." Harry automatically ignored the professor's expression, language, movement and psychology, and said to himself.

"The golden boy who defeated the Dark Lord, the savior of the wizarding world, I wonder if you could condescend to tell your Potions Master what happened to your injury."

"Fame and prestige are not everything." Harry sent back what the professor had said in class in the first year, "The professor is really prescient.

"

Xiao Ha lay on the bed and looked up at the professor who was nearly 190 tall. He seemed to be full of admiration and said, but in fact he was pretending to be crazy and not telling the truth.

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"Enough, Potter!"

The cellar snake king's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, "I want to know what's going on."

"According to my estimation, it should be in tomorrow's newspaper."

Harry said indifferently, with a non-cooperative attitude, which made people feel toothache for no reason.

"I don't think I've thought about understanding the influence of our savior, if you..."

Seeing that the professor was about to spray venom, Harry immediately raised his hand in surrender, "They think I'm Voldemort's Horcrux."

Snape sat up abruptly, the creases between his brows furrowed deeply again, "What's the attitude of the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry interrupted the professor, lay back hard, and began to play cheeky again, "I want to sleep for a while."

"Mr. Potter, I remember this is my room."

"Professor, there are 30 Aurors guarding my house." A certain savior shamelessly replied.

Snape frowned and looked at Harry, thinking seriously, is this considered arrogance? ?

☆、Chapter 9

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The professor stared at the savior with a dark face and turned on the air-conditioning.

Facing Snape's black face, Xiaoha consciously turned on the invincible state, and only a moment later came the sound of even breathing.

The man who was still simmering in his heart had nowhere to vent his anger.

When I came to the study room, I used the deformation technique to change the desk into a soft black bed.

As night fell, Snape couldn't sleep for a while.

Since when did Harry see that he was no longer trembling, was it when the two of them were training alone during the war, or after Harry and himself started an affair, or after their first time...

The little brat who was only a little kid back then has already taken charge of himself, and he is full of damn charm.

As the only person who visited me during this time, who saved me, now the answer is very clear.

Snape had thought the war was over and everything was over.

Harry will have the aloofness of his savior, and he can face Lily with peace of mind. The reality always disappoints most people.

That boy will have a bright future, and he shouldn't be involved with himself.

As for the obscure and private matter between the two of them, it is precarious during the war, and it is nothing more than seeking mutual comfort, that's all.

Now, Harry's status is extraordinary, and Harry's whole life cannot be delayed because of this little matter.

In this quiet night, I can hear a clear sigh, which disappears in the wind in a blink of an eye, and it is fleeting.

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Snape didn't really go to bed until midnight.

After leaving the war for a long time, the professor dreamed of many scenes from the past, which were some extremely long memories.

The gloomy childhood, the beautiful girl, and then the endless darkness, the cruelty under the old headmaster's smile, struggling day after day in the sea of ​​sin, until the golden boy appeared in Hogwarts, with those green eyes , the sins of my life.

Snape was a man who was good at hiding.

When he opened his eyes, the thick night covered up the waves in his deep eyes.

Those pair of eyes are like endless eyes, people will never guess what kind of secret is hidden deep in his heart.

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The night was so quiet that the sudden scream in the bedroom was very clear.

"what!"

A scream from the bedroom interrupted Snape's thoughts, he rolled out of bed almost immediately, and rushed to Harry's room as fast as he could.

Harry still maintained his sitting position, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and his pale cheeks all showed that his master was not in good condition. The moment Harry saw Snape, his green eyes became brighter.

"Professor." Harry's voice trembled.

The man held the boy in his arms with a blank expression, gently stroking the boy's thin back, just like the night in the past war period, until the action was finished, Snape secretly cursed himself for moving faster than his brain's reaction .

"I saw the godfather, Lupine, the headmaster, and..." Harry suddenly stopped talking, just looked at Snape, staring at him, as if he was afraid that Snape would suddenly disappear.

There is panic in the eyes.

Snape just stiffly pushed Harry away, and then replied in a stiff voice, "Mr Potter, although I don't expect your brain not much bigger than a troll to remember anything, let me remind you that I am in your five You were taught in grades to clear your mind before bed."

After a long silence, Harry said softly, "Always give me a way to miss them, I should pay the price."

Snape caught his breath.

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The fragility in Harry's eyes made Snape feel familiar, just like himself at night after Lily's death.

Such familiarity made him want to turn around and leave, which he did.

A pair of hands suddenly appeared at the waist hindered his movement, and Harry hugged the man's leaving back tightly.

"Professor, you won't leave again."

"Again" allowed Snape to confirm who the last person in the dream he said was, but rationally he deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of the words.

"I will stay here today, Mr. Potter." The professor emphasized the word "today".

Go to the small table next to the wall and sit down, take out the books on the side, under the dim light, the outline of the elder like a Roman statue is more attractive.

charm?For a split second Harry wanted to laugh at himself, a greasy old bat.

No, he is a hero.

In this world, there will never be another person who can trust me so desperately.

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Harry lay on the bed, his eyes wide open.

"Professor, you won't leave again."

In fact, this was not the first time Harry asked the professor this question, but Snape never gave Harry a satisfactory answer.

Or dissatisfied with the professor's answer, maybe just want to get a definite answer, Harry asked again.

Snape looked at Harry, his cold lips were almost drawn into a line, and his eyes were dark.

"Ah."

The man was finally willing to nod. In fact, he was never willing to refuse Harry, and it was always like this.

Is this a promise?It should be, Harry only knows that the professor has never broken the promise.

Professor... you fell.

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four years ago

Snape, who watched the hour hand reach seven o'clock, rarely turned dark. It was already time for class, but Harry Potter still didn't come.

Harry and Snape had a cold war for a whole year, but a more accurate term should be called - Snape's unilateral cold war and Harry's unilateral entanglement.

Harry was very dependent on Snape, although he never showed this dependence in front of outsiders, and as for Snape, he still seemed to be trying to keep the boy's kindness out.

The boy's dependence... It seemed that it made him feel uneasy and guilty.

Harry only knew how his parents owed him, but he didn't know that he... was also one of the murderers who killed his parents.

Every time Snape thought about it, he had the urge to freak out.

However, under Dumbledore's request, the Occlumency class still had to be taught, so the embarrassment and anxiety have continued until today.

Harry is absent from class.

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When the bell rang at 07:30, Snape, who had waited for half an hour, was finally convinced that Harry might not be back today.

"Damn it, disturbing Potter."

As soon as the words fell, Snape hurriedly turned and left to find Harry.

If this was normal, Snape guessed he would be delighted that the nagging Potter had finally voluntarily asked not to come to class.

But he knows today is different.

Yesterday, Sirius Black died, and Snape knew that that idiot Harry must be guilty of it.

This has nothing to do with him, Snape kept telling himself.

Well, he admits he's worried about Potter being that idiot.

After all, it was Lily's child, and he couldn't ignore his life or death. Snape found such a reason for himself, awkwardly refusing to admit that he was worried that that too innocent child would do stupid things.

A child who lost his parents, his only godfather was also killed by himself...

Snape frowned, he was rarely willing to admit that Black's stupid dog was somewhat useful.

With a "bang", the door of the studio was slammed shut from the side of the living room.

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Grimmauld Place

Snape pushed open the door of the room, looking desolate.

Grimmauld Square is always dark and scary, with the style of a typical dark wizard family.

The unusual silence here made Snape frown. None of the lions in the Order of the Phoenix are here. Let Harry stay in this place by himself at this time. I don’t know what those stupid lions are thinking. What!

Snape was a little irritable, and went to Harry's room with ease.

If it weren't for the boy's slight, almost inaudible breathing, he would almost have thought that no one was in the room.

With a wave of his wand, he turned on the lights in the room.

The boy's face illuminated by the incandescent lamp reflected the boy's bloodless cheeks, and he looked pitiful. Compared with the thin boy, the black bed was too wide.

Seeing the tears on the boy's face, Snape felt his breath stop.

"They'll be back later," Harry whispered to the man.

Snape just replied blankly, "I thought it was every minor's responsibility to study hard, so, Potter, are you planning to cut class?"

Harry ignored the professor's words, he hugged the man gently, and then easily felt the muscles on the man's body tense under the clothes.

"Professor, I don't want to stay here."

"Potter, you're past the age of willfulness."

"Professor, take me away..." Harry buried his head under his arms, but the voice did not hesitate, "I don't want to see them."

"Potter! Can't you understand what I'm saying!"

Snape had always hated actions that weren't controlled by his mind, including his subconscious reaction to those eyes.

By the time Snape realized it, he had already apparated with the boy in his arms.

Well, I can't refuse him at all.

Damn little bastard.

☆、Chapter 10

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Spider's End Four Years Ago

Snape ended up taking Harry back to the End of the Spider.

If Harry's destination is a place where no one disturbs, then this is a good choice. The last time they came here was more than half a year ago.

At that time, Harry was so fragile, like a glass doll that would shatter when touched.

The sadness in the boy is so easily empathetic.

Snape had never been a person who was good at taking care of other people's emotions, but for Harry today, he was extremely tolerant.

He totally understood how Harry felt.

Killing his closest relatives with his own hands.

Due to one's own stupidity and ignorance, and then ... inability to do anything.

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Harry nestled softly on the black sofa, he seemed cold and even trembling.

Snape handed Harry a cup of chocolate and sat down beside him.

Warm hands covered Harry's.

At least it's a consolation.

Harry buried his head on Snape's shoulder wearily, not letting the other party see his expression, and then spoke in a nasal tone.

"Actually, no one blamed me. They all treated me very well, but the more this happened, the more I felt guilty."

"They are all comforting me and saying, 'Sirius' death was not my fault', but I can't lie to myself... I know, it's my fault, if I can be more careful, I won't make such a mistake mistake."

"They comforted me and said, 'I've tried my best', but I knew that maybe I could do better..."

Harry raised his head in despair, but his thin body couldn't help shaking, "I can't forgive myself at all."

Snape put his arms around Harry's shoulders lightly, as if to give him a little support.

"No one can forgive me, least of all myself," Harry said.

The boy's voice is so desperate, as if there is no light in this world.

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Looking from the side, Snape seemed to recall some familiar scene, which made him stuck in the memory, almost unable to extricate himself.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth with a long tone. The man's voice was deep and elegant, with a soul-stirring charm in the dark night.

"Yes, in fact, you know that it is your fault." Snape seemed to be sunk in some memory, unable to extricate himself for a long time, "From the moment the mistake was made, it has been engraved in our lives, as long as As long as we live, this error will not go away."

Snape lowered his voice and repeated again.

"Nobody can forgive us."

Harry drew himself closer to Snape, holding Snape tightly in his right hand, as if holding on to some hope.

To comfort others, but also to comfort yourself.

In this world, everyone is struggling with pain.

But God is especially cruel to them.

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Snape told Harry—the dead are dead, we can only spend our lives to redeem the mistakes we made, and we can't do anything else.

Therefore, Harry can only win this war, not lose it.

For those who died.

"Professor...will you stay with me all the time?" Harry asked cautiously in a muffled voice.

Snape looked away from Harry and didn't answer, when he just said, "I'm always leaving."

The boy was silent for a long time, and then he could only smile wryly.

"Even so, I don't want to care anymore."

At least, for now, you are with me, that's enough.

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Harry lost Sirius that day, but gained Snape.

get in a sense.

He kissed Snape's lips, it wasn't even a kiss, it was more like a beast's bite, and soon Harry could taste the rust.

It was only after that night that Harry realized that Snape was not as cold as he had imagined, and that man's body was far warmer than he had imagined, with unimaginable power brewing under his pale skin.

In this lonely night, two equally lonely souls met briefly.

They did it all night that night, so that Harry lay in bed all day the next day with a vague fever.

This night, it had nothing to do with love, it was just for venting, just like that unexpected kiss that day.

Maybe, Harry really just... needs someone to rely on too much.

The burden is getting heavier and heavier, but there are fewer and fewer people to rely on.

Although Snape always sneered at the fragile way of maintaining the relationship between the two, it was childish and immature, but perhaps this was really the only way that Harry could talk to comfort him.

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Four years later

Snape looked at the boy on the bed with complicated eyes.

Some things should be resolved, like the complicated relationship with Harry.

He could only tell himself that everything was just an accident and it would not have any impact on his life.

It was Harry who came to him on his own initiative, and you were just trying to comfort him.

Everything you do is for his good.

It's just that, during the war, you just wanted to comfort him to live, but in peacetime, there is no reason for Harry to continue to stay by your side.

Snape subconsciously activated Occlumency, his eyes became cold and empty, trying to restrain his urge to think about these things again.

Oh Fuckmerlin!He was actually entangled with Lily's son!

He thought he had drawn a clear line with Harry, he thought it was easy, there was nothing difficult about it.

Well, Snape admitted that he had no way of sorting out this messy relationship.

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It was late afternoon when Harry woke up.

The room that had not been exposed to sunlight for many years was rarely full of sunlight. Harry covered his eyes with his hands. After the war, it was rare for Harry to sleep well. He could almost feel that there was a gaze staring at him all the time, unlike usual.

Harry and his nostalgia for this feeling seem to be back in Hogwarts, there is no war and death, there is a place where you can feel at ease.

"What time is it?"

He didn't put on his glasses, and vaguely saw the professor still sitting at the desk in a reading posture.

"Mr. Potter, I don't expect you to have a sense of time, so go wash up right now."

"Hey, my glasses..."

"There is a myopic spirit at the head of the bed."

Harry smiled brightly. He couldn't remember how long it had been since no one made his weekly myopia.

The boy happily went to the bathroom to wash up.

The man who was left sitting there was very awkward and said to himself, "Obviously I have experienced the war, why am I getting more and more stupid."

When Harry came to the living room again, the professor was already reading the newspaper brought by the owl.

Harry's face froze, he was not surprised that what Snape would see... Not an objective evaluation.

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The boy sat beside Snape with a smile on his face. The two of them sat on the same sofa, a bit crowded but also intimate.

Harry put his arms around Snape's waist, and leaned against one of Snape's shoulders, so naturally, as intimate as before.

Snape froze for a moment, then staggered his body slightly, "Potter, sit still and don't make a fuss."

The boy's expression froze for a moment, which was fleeting.

They refused without showing any signs, but they knew each other well.

Harry smiled as if he didn't care, and stood up generously, "I'll go get some water."

It seems that it is not...too embarrassing.

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Harry stood in front of the refrigerator in a daze.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that too many years had passed between them.

I misunderstood the year of the professor's betrayal, and then he left for a year, the ensuing war, and now more than half a year... After all, they haven't been together for nearly three years.

What's more, in the past three years... a lot has changed. Harry thinks about it now, but it feels like a lifetime ago.

For the professor, all this is at most a big dream, with vicissitudes of life, but for Harry, everything is real, and he has really participated in every link of the process.

Those painful days, just thinking about them, are heart-piercing.

Harry suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. He was worried that the professor would have more love for him, so he always didn't want to see him.

Now it seems that I think too much.

Except for the mother, I'm afraid the professor really won't fall in love with anyone anymore.

If, Harry meant if, if he had known the Professor before his mother, could he have hoped that the Professor would give him more, a little more... love.

Nothing to do with Lily.

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"The savior still likes to show off his fame regardless of the occasion."

Snape handed the front page of the newspaper to Harry with a blank expression.

Today's front page headline in the Daily Prophet - Savior?Horcruxes! ——Five huge words instantly caught Harry's eyes, followed by a long explanation, and a series of evidence.

"According to people familiar with the matter, the golden boy has a certain soul connection with the mysterious man. It is one of the horcruxes made by the mysterious man 18 years ago. It contains a part of the mysterious man and is in danger of assimilating with him...and it is listed in the Ministry of Magic. There was a fierce conflict with the Aurors during the invitation, and several Aurors were seriously injured... In the coming days, the Ministry of Magic will conduct intensive searches to check the wizarding residents."

Harry pouted, the Daily Prophet still didn't tell the truth.

"If there is no accident, people from the Ministry of Magic will conduct a large-scale search." Snape still pursed his lips tightly, with a serious expression.

"Leaving England?" Harry raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Leaving is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap." The professor disdainfully said that the lion's IQ can really be ignored.

"Using brains is a Slytherin thing. You should know that lions like the headmaster and Hermione are rare after all." Obviously Harry had no guilt for his brainless answer.

"Be prepared, just in case." The professor picked up the medicine bottle from the table and threw it to Harry. The boy accepted the man's kindness very naturally, but he seemed not at all interested in the troubles from the outside world.

"Thank you, Sev. I'll make some food. Professor, what do you want to eat?" Seeing Harry's indifferent expression, Snape felt the urge to strangle him to death.

Does this kid know that he should be careful with his own life?

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"Our golden boy, no one is stepping forward to protect you now, pay attention to your life."

Snape said in a silky voice, whenever he saw the irony of that Potter-like appearance, he couldn't help spraying venom.

Harry's face turned pale almost in the next second.

"Yeah, I know, it was my fault."

Snape obviously didn't expect Harry to react so strongly to this sentence, but the next moment he thought of Harry who woke up last night, and frowned slightly.

That silly boy thought it was his fault.

"They saved the savior, not just Harry Potter." Snape said dryly, "At least it seems to end well."

If you remove the decline of Slytherin, everything could not be more perfect.

"You have accomplished your mission, although we have paid the price."

Harry smiled, then hugged Snape gently, "Fortunately, at least you are with me."

This time, Snape didn't push Harry away.

The man sighed, it was just a hug, maybe he shouldn't be so harsh.

The author has something to say: Wednesday and Friday are slightly busy. . .Thursdays are sometimes busy. . .Lazy people check if they are free on Thursday, and try to update on Thursday. . . .

so. . .The update is basically scheduled for the remaining days. . . .It should be like this from now on. . . .

So it should be four to five times a week. . . . 1 week update 1w5 is still guaranteed. . . . .

☆、Chapter 11

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Snape held the boy stiffly in his arms, but his slender fingers were involuntarily gentle, gently stroking the boy's messy hair, as if this movement had been familiar to his flesh and blood.

Harry had always known that Snape's arms were much warmer than he looked.

A light herbal scent exudes a reassuring scent.

In the past, Harry also liked to rely on Snape like this, and he always thought that this was the only feedback that the cold wizarding world gave him.

Until Snape killed Dumbledore.

He always sighed that God loved him so much.

The sudden visit of an uninvited guest interrupted the warmth of this moment.

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"Oh, Sev, I'm sorry, I'm obviously not here at the right time."

Two platinum-haired men walked out of the fireplace, undoubtedly the patriarchs and successors of the platinum nobles.

"Also, your fireplace should really be cleaned." Lucius smiled gracefully, not forgetting to complain, as if he wasn't very surprised by the sight in front of him.

Compared with Lucius' calmness, Draco still maintained a stunned expression. Obviously, his skills were not enough.

"Draco, mind you are a Slytherin, don't act like a mindless lion on my turf."

"Yes, Godfather."

A certain ignorant lion was silent at the side, throwing himself into his arms and being caught, a certain savior classmate was very annoyed by this.

little ha. . .Do you yourself think this is throwing yourself in the arms? . .Although I think so too. . .

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"Draco, chat with our golden boy for a while, you are also classmates at the same level, we haven't seen each other for a long time, you can exchange feelings.

The platinum noble raised his eyebrows at his son gracefully, without any consideration for Lord Snake King's feelings, and then pulled Snape into the study.

Draco is also obsessed with the last single good man in Slytherin being tricked by a lion, and especially by Gryffindor.

"Hey, still in a daze." Compared to Draco's shock, Harry tried his best to keep calm.

Well, it's actually a thick-skinned thing. As early as the first month of "living together" with Snape, Harry had successfully practiced this skill.

"You won't really want to be my godmother." Apparently our little nobleman thought of something more terrifying.Calling a male lion godmother who is younger than him, will he die?

Harry felt that he was already shameless anyway, so he might as well continue to be shameless,