[HP] This deer is not a deer

The Triwizard Tournament kicked off.

Dumbledore also told him that the spell on him was gradually fading, and that it might soon be completely lifted.

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The cauldron was bubbling and bubbling, Harry was staring down at his own rich, pale blue potion with his head bowed, and Snape, smiling from the Slytherin side, directed Malfoy to make his soup No matter how you imagine, the smile on that face is not good-looking, deliberate, sleek, and disgusting.

It annoys him all the time, this is not the only thing he needs to be upset about, isn't it?

the week before—

He somehow became the fourth champion of the Goblet of Fire!

It was clearly worth his troubles more, and it was annoying, and it made him feel bad and depressed.

But... Whenever he saw Snape, his attention drifted unconsciously.

Another two weeks have passed.He can stop going!He can break promises... No, he never promised anything, no one can make a deer answer whether to go or not to go.

But he still foolishly ran to meet this man, Harry knew it was dangerous, Harry felt it, he actually had feelings for Snape, although - that was purely from his point of view.

Probably, Snape wouldn't have any burden if he knew it, and he would cut it off without hesitation, right?

But Harry was still restless, and the hand that kept shaking the stirring rod slowly slowed down, until Snape came to his side, Harry shivered, and the hand holding the stirring rod slightly a tight.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter, don't you know how to keep moving your hands and stirring, or is my teaching not enough for you to know how to make the potion turn pure blue?" Sne Pu's disgusting and harsh words slipped past Harry's ears, "Also, the dilution of this potion is obviously wrong, and another ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor, Potter, if you don't get it in the right shape before class is over , another ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry remained silent, continuing to do what Snape said was 'what should be done'.

But Snape didn't want to let him go. Since last week, he has become a particularly glaring thorn in Snape's eyes. Harry almost suspected that it was because he accidentally 'became' the only special character at Hogwarts. Goblet of Fire warrior, and he wasn't a Slytherin, plus, Snape hated him so much!

"Potter," Snape said in a cold voice, "I think your precious mouth should know how to answer my question."

"I see." Harry said, bowing his head.

"Another ten points from Gryffindor." Snape tossed off his robe, ignoring Harry at all, and strode towards the podium.

Harry snorted inwardly, wanting to rush up and beat Snape up, he tried his best to suppress the unrealistic delusion.

Before the end of get out of class, Harry managed to finish the potion in his hand, but it still didn't meet Snape's requirements, because the potion was not pure blue, his potion looked a little pale, Snape looked up Looking at his potion, he didn't say a word, but waved him away.

Another unmistakable fail, Harry walked towards Ron, but Ron didn't look at him.

Ron doubted him.

Harry pretended to be indifferent, walked to his desk and packed his things, never looked at Ron again, threw his backpack on and left the classroom without saying a word, Hermione hurriedly followed behind him, she Looks a little worried.

"Harry, don't be angry, Ron will always figure it out, and he must also understand that you didn't secretly put your name in the Goblet of Fire yourself, I think he just needs some time..."

Goblet of Fire, spit out the fourth name - that is him, Harry Potter.

He became the most ridiculous fourth warrior who should not exist.

Obviously he didn't throw the name in, but no one believed it, not even Ron!

"I know." Harry replied irritably.

Hogwarts at this time is full of excitement and novelty, and people seem to only talk about one topic: the Triwizard Tournament.Rumors spread quickly among the students, like highly contagious bacteria, Hogwarts warriors, Harry Potter became a warrior without telling everyone... What items will be in the Tournament, Beauxbatons and Germany What makes Armstrong's students different from them.

He should worry more about these things instead of thinking about Snape.

The Hufflepuffs passing by looked at him a little strangely, Harry tried not to look at them again, he could understand the attitude of the Hufflepuffs, even though he didn't like it.They want to support their warriors.

As for the Slytherins, he had known all along that they would only give him vicious insults - he was extremely unpopular with them, and always had been.Most of the Ravenclaws, on the other hand, seemed to think he had played a ruse, tricked the Goblet of Fire into accepting his name, and couldn't wait to earn more fame for themselves.

Besides, Cedric did look more of a warrior than he did.

With his straight nose, black hair, and gray eyes, he was a handsome man indeed.Between Cedric and Viktor Krum, it's hard to say who gets more praise these days.At lunch one time, Harry did see the sixth grade girls who had been eager to get Krum's autograph, begging Cedric to sign their schoolbags again.

Meanwhile, there was still no news from Sirius, and Professor Trelawney was predicting his death again, with more certainty than usual.He had been such a mess learning the Flitwick Charm in Professor Flitwick's class that he had been given extra homework - the only one other than Neville who had been given homework.

But he still went to find Snape by the lake every Friday as usual.

Being annoyed by all kinds of things made Harry feel a little restless even though he had turned into a deer.He walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Snape was standing there, he rushed straight up and bit Snape's sleeve.

Harry dragged Snape into the Forbidden Forest, not wanting anyone to see them, even if no one would recognize who he was, Harry would still be worried.

What's more, there are a lot of Bubaston and Durmstrang students in the school. Maybe someone will wander around out of curiosity. Harry doesn't want to be bumped into by anyone, or he doesn't want to see anyone' Outsiders', for Harry at this time, except for Snape in front of him, everyone else is superfluous.

Snape was dragged into the Forbidden Forest just like that, Harry finally stopped, he turned to look at Snape behind him, Snape didn't look angry.

However, just when Harry looked up at Snape a little uneasy, Snape said, "There are a lot of strangers around Hogwarts."

"Afraid?" He lightly stroked Harry's hairy head, Harry turned his head uncomfortable, shook off Snape's troublesome hand, and snorted angrily.

Snape raised his hand to rub against him again, but this time, Snape didn't seem to be touching him, his fingertips were slowly rubbing along his head, which made Harry itch so hard he couldn't help shaking his head .

"Shedding," Snape said softly, poking his fingertips into his warm skin, which made Harry cringe and shake his hand away, but he couldn't see his own. Looking up, he could only look up at Snape uneasily.

Snape poked his fingertips into his head again, telling him, "Here, there are two more holes."

The place where Snape lightly touched it began to itch, making Harry keep turning his head away from the touch, and why there were two more holes in his head...

"You're going to grow horns." Snape answered his question.

Only then did Harry suddenly realize that he raised his front leg and couldn't help stamping on the ground, but unfortunately he didn't have a hand to touch it himself.Snape's fingers were still poking at the top of his head, and Harry shook off Snape's hand, but Snape put his hand on his head again and continued poking.

The vicious fingertips kept poking and pressing against the hole in his head, Snape didn't seem to notice Harry's reluctance, and the fingertips forced Harry to keep shrinking his head.

Harry glared at the evil Snape, which made Snape's fingertips slightly intensify, causing Harry's head to sway little by little.

Harry turned his head, ignoring him.

Snape continued to rub his head with his hand, even pinching the hair on the top of his head with two fingers, pinching his hair and plucking it gently a few times, Harry turned his head and tried to keep his head away from him, Snape Seeing his reaction, "Can't you touch it?"

"Hmph." He snorted, no way.

Snape didn't care about his anger. He put his palm on his head, covered Harry's eyes, and rubbed his head. Harry turned his head angrily and pointed his butt at him, his tail flicking back and forth as if Telling Snape, get the hell out of here you bastard.Snape looked down at the short tail, and reached out to touch it.

Harry flicked his tail in shock, took two steps forward, turned his head and stared at Snape with wide eyes.

What is he doing? ! ——

Snape saw him turn his head, glanced at him, and reached out to catch his tail again, this time he grasped it firmly, and held the tail and stroked it gently in the palm of his hand.

A strange feeling spread up from the tailbone, Harry turned his head to stare at Snape in horror, his limbs wobbled restlessly, but Snape's restless hand was still stroking, and the strange feeling of numbness almost spread to Harry. The whole body, that feeling - like being grabbed by a hooligan and holding his ass, and rubbing his palms around it.

Harry almost wanted to kick Snape over, but his tail, tail... was brittle again, and Harry almost went limp.

Snape pulled his short tail, in other words... Snape took off his pants in front of his face!Embarrassed and embarrassed, Harry had his bare ass facing Snape, bare, bare... Snape stared behind him for a moment, Harry froze - stop!His heart was roaring with embarrassment.

But Snape was still rubbing his tail excessively, and even poked his fingertips on his ass, maybe it was just unintentional?Harry's head was burning in a mess, until he raised his hind legs in annoyance and decided to kick hard, and Snape 'coincidentally' let go of his hand.

Harry turned around quickly, took a few steps away from Snape, moved uncomfortably behind the bushes, couldn't help showing his head, his eyes stared round with condemnation and anger.

Snape's face was strange, and the corners of his depressed mouth pulled a strange arc, which made his expression even more strange, as if he was holding back a smile, he coughed lightly, walked forward, Harry shrank his neck and hid Shrub, tell yourself firmly to ignore this bastard!

"Angry?" Snape didn't understand why he was angry at all, just that he didn't like being touched by the tail.

Harry snorted and refused to come out.

"The tail is nice and soft," Snape said softly, and he didn't seem to want Harry to understand what he said.Inside the bushes, however, Harry froze.

The words fell into Harry's ears and were automatically translated into, 'Your ass is very soft to the touch. '...Harry swayed limply, and Snape touched...his ass, no, the tail—Harry thought briefly, Snape was teasing him?

Molestation—the word cracked in Harry's mind.

The way he looked at Snape changed.

On Snape's dead face, there seemed to be a huge word written on his forehead at this moment: Abnormal!

godfather!There's a perverted old bat here!

It must be Merlin dancing the tango in a close fitting skirt!

No, no, he's still a deer... So, no... Yes, that's it, but Harry unconsciously thinks more and more crooked... The look in Snape's eyes becomes more and more strange... He froze. Shrunk and hid in the bushes.

But Snape didn't move away, just stood by the bushes in front of him, and didn't speak any more.

All Harry could see through the bushes was Snape's feet, and eventually he couldn't contain his shame and crouched inside.

And Snape stood outside with him, motionless.

After a long time, Snape looked up at the sky, and said to the little guy hiding inside, "I'm leaving."

He slowly walked farther and farther, Harry sat down slowly on the ground, as if the touch on his buttocks was still lingering on it, the unusually thick leaves covered his sight, Harry raised his eyes hand, staring at the fuzzy fingertips in front of his eyes.

——I don’t know when, he has changed back.

How did it change back?Harry lowered his head, moved his hip uncomfortably, and the transformation time really began to shorten.

Fortunately, he was not found.

The author has something to say:

Snape wasn't really a pervert.

Neither is the author (probably).

Hmm. (dark face) You can believe it.