[HP] This deer is not a deer

There was an empty and lonely coldness in the air, Snape's eyes flicked across the brown head, and his eyes fell on the slightly trembling pointed ears.It was not easy to see many living creatures in the forbidden forest at night, and the fluorescence emitted by the wand was not particularly dazzling. His lowered eyes fell on those eyes, and he couldn't help but look at 'it' a few more times.

Snape watched Harry cautiously until the pointy ears fell off completely.

It looked more and more pitiful and fearful of Snape, the tip of its small nose twitched inadvertently, standing in front of Snape too embarrassed to move.

Snape turned to face it, glanced casually as if casually, and then took a step forward with no expression on his face, and the stupid deer didn't even move back, and directly bumped into his calf.

"..." Snape had to look down at it again.

As if finally realizing that it had bumped into someone, the fawn took two steps back. It shook its head, and its pointed ears kept dangling in Snape's sight, for example... it didn't Realizing that there is a human standing in front of him, it should stay away from him, instead of being so stupid that it will not run away if it is discovered.

Really stupid enough, the thought that flashed through Snape's mind at this moment, was just that.

The deer shook its ears and turned its head to watch Snape's every move intently. Snape took a step and left. It quickly stood firm and was about to follow. Snape immediately noticed its He turned his head and narrowed his eyes to stare at it carefully. Harry froze for a moment, his short tail wobbled uneasily, but he didn't back away.

Harry was terrified by Snape's stare. After a long time, Snape looked away, turned his head casually and continued to walk along the road.

Seeing the back of Snape walking away, Harry felt relieved, the pointed ears on his head straightened up, his eyes followed Snape closely, and he quickly followed up.

Although Harry didn't know what happened to Snape, he followed without hesitation.Harry followed behind Snape, without making a conscious effort to distance himself.

Maybe Snape discovered something, maybe he didn't, but now that he had been discovered, Harry felt there was no need for him to hide.

But he still couldn't figure out what Snape was doing in the Forbidden Forest. Harry stomped on all fours in frustration, followed closely behind Snape briskly but puzzled. Snape, oh, Merlin's boxer briefs, from his point of view, Snape is even more annoying, obviously just a back view...

Snape would stop from time to time, turn his head to look at him, and then continue to turn his head expressionlessly and walk away.

This made Harry a little confused, and even thought that Snape took him out of the forest on purpose, but it wasn't like that—later Harry found out that Snape was just checking to see if the 'deer' was still with him. behind him.

Because occasionally Snape walked too fast, Harry would always be left behind, and Snape would not stop at all, Snape never thought about him following behind, nor did he stop and wait for him .

But it's no surprise that he's a grim and emotionless Slytherin.Harry shook off the branch covering his head again, muttering angrily, if it was Hagrid, he wouldn't be so cold and intolerant towards a young deer.

Harry quickened his pace sullenly, following Snape's back so closely that he was almost thrown off again.

Finally, he followed Snape out of the Forbidden Forest. Harry jumped up in an instant, couldn't help jumping up on all four hooves, he didn't notice that Snape stopped in front, and Harry ran lightly. Leaping, he ran to Snape's side.Harry looked around for a while, and suddenly realized the people around him. He turned his head and glanced to the side.

Then, Harry realized that he was actually standing in front of Snape.

Snape lowered his head, Harry raised his head and stared, and stood stiffly in front of Snape, not knowing whether it was fear or rivalry.

Those dark eyes looked at Harry, and Snape held out his hand, and Harry watched helplessly as the hand - landed on his head, touched the hairy top of his head.

Harry couldn't react—

The hand rubbed against his head, strangely not uncomfortable, and then Snape let go, his eyes downcast on its pointy ears, and he pinched the tip of his ear instead.

Gently, a little hard, but with the touch of the skin of the fingertips, Harry even felt that the tips of his ears were covered with fine fluff. Snape's fingertips were cold, while the tips of his ears were warm and covered with ice. arrive.

Harry followed Snape blankly, watching his back as he walked away... Harry slowly came back to his senses, shaking his head strangely and uncomfortably, as if the weird touch on the tip of his ear spread in the air .

What the hell is he doing?Harry stomped his hoof in frustration, lowered his head and poked his hoof vigorously into the dirt, shaking the tips of his ears, trying to get the strange feeling out of his mind.I even wish I could stretch out my hands to rub it vigorously, and then completely forget what happened just now!

The hateful thing is that he has no hands!At that moment, Harry was uncertain, probably if he was human again—the face must have been terrified.

After several minutes, Harry's sanity gradually came back, and he suddenly remembered a serious matter!Now, what-what-is he-standing-in-here-doing-what-ah-? !

Harry suddenly realized with a sudden humiliation - Nep had touched him!

He was touched by Snape!

Touched!

Harry was confused again, he wanted to clear his mind, he muttered to himself, and kept repeating a sentence, this is impossible, this is impossible...

This is impossible.

Snape touched him!

snape...

Harry raised his steps faintly, stepped straight and stiffly, and approached Hagrid's cabin bit by bit.

Hagrid's hut was pitch dark, and even Fang wasn't there, and Harry immediately thought that Hagrid must have taken Fang to patrol the Forbidden Forest, or Fang would have barked loudly when he came.Harry had to lie in the yard in frustration, waiting for Hagrid to come back, or until he turned back.

There was still all sorts of confusion going on in his head, and he should have explained it to Hermione and Ron.

Dumbledore must have known, and Harry tried to think in frustration, why on earth had he become like this?But he couldn't think of many reasons - well, he's in trouble again, and I hope Dumbledore doesn't dislike him as a student who always causes trouble.And Snape... Snape... no, he didn't want to think about it.

Harry pulled his 'arm' to cover his head, but he couldn't, he wanted to cover his head with his hoof!But that still couldn't stop the unrestrained thinking, messy thoughts kept popping up, Harry remembered the things a long time ago, when he just entered Hogwarts, Snape glared at him coldly... No, didn't he have to see Snape every week?

Potions class, Harry quickly felt a wave of disgust, he hated Snape always deducting his points maliciously, and he always bullied Neville, he even made Hermione cry, he only knows how to protect Pisces Leitlin... Snape even wanted to fire him directly!

Thinking of this, Harry's mood calmed down slightly, didn't he, Snape was so bad.

So Snape touched him... that's just thinking he was a deer, Harry thought hard, as he kept regurgitating bad memories about Snape, well, nothing to remember.

Harry sighed, Hagrid hadn't come back... Maybe Snape wasn't so bad, at least just now - no, he didn't think it was a good idea at all, but he didn't take it for granted A deer did it, ha ha, he always thought that the bad guy, luckily the old bat didn't raise his wand and cast him a poisonous spell.

No, he was a professor anyway, Harry defended Snape in dismay and wonder, smearing him darkly, he knew, Snape was a professor, but he was bad, but - oh, Merlin's balls, Don't think about it anymore! !

Maybe he wasn't so bad - but he was so bad - Harry struggled wonderingly, but he was rubbed and smoothed by a Snape - an old bat.Harry inexplicably recalled the feeling of being touched, soft, although a bit cold...It was different from those annoying little ghosts in the castle, much better...Harry cursed inwardly, and kept saying to himself Talk to yourself, no no no no no...

Harry thought he was going to go crazy, when finally, he felt a change in his body.

He finally got Snape out of his mind and focused on his body, which was stretching... Ten seconds later, Harry jumped up, and he was finally back!Harry happily ran towards the castle, his messy thoughts quickly left behind.

Curfew time has passed.

The castle was pitch black. When Harry opened the door, he held his breath cautiously. Standing by the door, he turned his head and saw Dumbledore appearing out of nowhere.

Harry was taken aback, looked up at Dumbledore who looked slightly serious, and apologized in a low voice, "Principal! I'm sorry, I know, I shouldn't..."

"Don't worry," Dumbledore looked at him carefully, his expression relaxed and softened, and he said to him slowly, "Harry, I've been looking for you everywhere for a long time, don't worry, I won't let you go because of an emergency." Arbitrary expulsion of students."

"You know." Harry quickly reflected, "Did Hermione and Ron tell you?"

"Yes, please follow me."

The castle was dark at night, Harry followed Dumbledore, and met Filch on the way through the third floor. Mrs. Alice called to Harry, but was blocked by Dumbledore in front of him.

Harry walked to the side, he saw Filch rushing over and glaring at him viciously, and then looked at Dumbledore unhappily, "...Principal Dumbledore, although you are the principal, you can't... He murmured as he spoke, obviously knowing that it was impossible for him to punish Harry.

"I know, yes," said Dumbledore, grabbing Harry and stepping forward to Filch, "if any other students showed up after curfew, of course they would be punished, but, Filch, ha Li was called out by me, I have something urgent to deal with."

The original joy on Filch's face quickly faded with Dumbledore's obstruction and explanations, and he finally muttered unwillingly, "Okay, okay, as you wish, you are the headmaster, of course you will listen to me ..."

Harry looked at Filch's face that quickly faded, and felt a little gloating in his heart. Filch saw Harry's happy expression, he raised his voice, stared at Harry maliciously and warned, "Of course. , if anyone let me find out that he is messing around in the castle at night, points will be deducted! Clean the bathroom..."

"If you really caught it." Harry muttered in a low voice, but Filch didn't hear him. He had already followed Dumbledore farther and farther. They arrived at the principal's office. Harry hadn't come so late Passing here, he followed the light in Dumbledore's hand in the dark, and the two walked up the spiral staircase and walked into the room.

The fireplace in the principal's room was still glowing with warm flames. The warm flame finally made Harry realize that he was extremely cold, and the coldness on his body quickly faded in the warmth. Dumbledore walked to the fireplace and said to him, "Come here Sit down, I think you need to get closer so it's warmer."

"Thank you," Harry said softly.

Their arrival awakened many portraits. The snoring of the portraits in the headmaster’s room became weaker. They opened their sleepy eyes, and some looked at Harry and Dumbledore curiously. Some portraits even muttered, “In the middle of the night The...uh...fufu..."

This made Harry couldn't help but look up a few times.

"Well, Harry," Dumbledore began, drawing Harry's attention back, "you can tell me what happened now, although I already know from Ron and Hermione, But I still need you to tell me what's going on, after all, no one knows better than you."

The author has something to say:

Snape: Stupid.

Harry:! !You are stupid!