[HP] This deer is not a deer

Until the evening, the first floor of the hotel was still lively, and there was still a beautiful girl with blond hair standing next to Harry, blinking and smiling at him.

Harry tried to drink the last sip of his beer, he listened politely to her chatter, and finally he managed to swallow the last gulp of liquid, politely replied, "I think so, Hogwarts does have a lot of interesting things." place, I guess you will also like it, if you have a chance to visit, Miss Mathilde, well...it's getting late now, I think I should go back and rest."

Harry put down his glass, walked over the table and walked upstairs, quickly bypassing the waiter who was blocking him, Harry ignored the disappointment of the other party, and let the girl stare at him annoyed behind him.It was only after returning to his private quarters that Harry fell into silence.

He casually lay down on the bed. In fact, there was nothing to be busy with this day. It was just some usual communication work, nothing particularly important.Harry closed his eyes, his stuffed brain suddenly emptied out, leaving him tired and empty, as if there was something unfinished, lingering in his mind all the time.

The bell was still rattling softly on the wall, 11:58, still early, Harry thought to himself, he turned his head and looked at the dark night sky outside the window, the stars were sparsely reflected in his eyes, Harry was in a daze again After a while, he got up from the bed, opened the drawer, and unconsciously opened the letter from St. Mungo's.

Lifting his head up and raising the letter paper, Harry carefully brought it in front of his eyes and read it several times carefully, but the strange and apprehensive feeling did not disappear. Harry looked at every letter on it as if he was lost Words, read over and over again.He stood up, thought hesitantly and went to the window again, looking at the clear starry sky outside.

About half an hour later, Harry seemed to be still in a daze. He lowered his head and carefully folded the letter, and stuffed it back into the envelope again.He returned to the bedside and put down the letter, turned his head and hurried on his feet, put on the wizard's black cloak, tightened his clothes, and Harry turned around in a circle and disappeared.

When Harry Apparated again, he appeared in Grimmauld Place, and the empty square was deserted knowing that there were still lights left.

He walked slowly towards number 12, Grimmauld Place.

He actually came back in the middle of the night, Harry was struggling to think, why couldn't he control himself?

But Harry knocked on the door desperately, and then he was surprised immediately, the door opened, and what he saw was not Kreacher, but Hermione with the messy hair, holding the lamp in her hand, looking at the door standing in the same surprise Harry outside, "Why are you back now?"

"Hmm..." Harry was a little nervous, and he changed the subject, "Why are you here?" Hermione moved out of the way, and Harry entered the door. At this time, Sirius was no longer in Black's old house, because Harry went to France, And Sirius went on other tasks alone.

"Sorry, I stayed without your consent. I originally sent a letter to Sirius, and he told me that I could come and borrow your library, but I didn't expect him to be no longer at home!" Hermione grabbed Scratching his messy hair, "I'm coming, Kreacher said that Sirius told him to let me go to the library directly, I stayed all day, completely forgot the time, and it was already night when I recovered , I was supposed to leave at night, but Kreacher told me that you wouldn't mind, so I simply stayed."

"It's okay, I really don't mind." Harry said, he followed Hermione inside, the two came to the kitchen, Kreacher had prepared warm tea, he was waiting respectfully, Harry said to him , "Thank you, we don't need too many things, Kreacher, you can go back and rest."

When he finished, Kreacher stooped and disappeared.Hermione put down her lantern and asked him, "Why are you back?"

"Well, I forgot something at home," said Harry, "come back and get it."

"Oh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, looked at him incredulously, and said meaningfully, "I think you probably heard that Professor Snape woke up."

Harry nodded and smiled, "Nice thing, isn't it?"

"Didn't you come back... to see him?" said Hermione.

"Maybe it's time to see him." Harry stared at the black tea in the teacup, as if he didn't care much, and said, "But it's not now..."

"Harry," Hermione reminded him, emphatically glancing at Harry with raised eyebrows, "I didn't say 'tonight' either, I just asked when you'd see him."

Harry looked at her awkwardly, eyes wandering and said, "Oh yes, that's what I meant."

She looked at Harry thoughtfully, then said, "I just wanted to say that it's been a long time since you've visited Professor Snape with us."

"Well, yes. I know, I'm working too hard." Harry quickly explained, then paused, and added, "I don't think Severus would like to see me, he would be angry."

Hermione was thoughtful, and she said tentatively, "You are always working, working, and not free. Everyone knows that you have been there by yourself, and you are very concerned about Professor Snape's health, but...Harry , I think maybe you are avoiding Professor Snape."

"I..." Harry opened his mouth. He put down his teacup and stood up. "Well, you know I'm a little embarrassed to see him. I did come back to get something, Hermione."

Hermione watched him carefully, and Harry, avoiding her eyes uncomfortably, said hurriedly, "I've got to go upstairs."

"What are you taking?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"It's just..." Harry was a little reluctant to answer, he was about to leave.

Hermione followed him and asked him strangely, "Why did you take off your cloak?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, he took off the hood, Hermione watched him open his mouth, and muttered with a little flush, "You..."

He quickly put the hood back on, Hermione stared at him a little reluctantly, Harry pressed the hood again, and said falteringly, "You know, I forgot to take the potion...I'm going up."

"Honestly, Harry," sighed Hermione, who was still looking up and down at Harry, blushing even more with excitement, "really... can you let me take a second look?"

"No." Harry said resolutely, he was relieved when he rushed up the stairs quickly under Hermione's regretful and burning eyes, touched his ears awkwardly, went upstairs and drank the potion in the bedroom , Feeling the ears shrink back, Harry twisted his body and touched his ears, and he was slightly relieved.

This old problem... Harry grabbed a handful of messy hair, he turned around and found the invisibility cloak he had hidden in the bedroom, put it on, and when he went downstairs again, Hermione was no longer here.

He walked quietly across the hall and opened the door.

Looking from behind Harry, there was no one in the empty hall at this time, but the door opened suddenly, as if someone was coming in and out, and then closed quietly...

In the dead of night, there was no sound.

……

In front of the old-fashioned red brick department store, there is a "closed for renovation" sign on the gate, and the empty streets are deserted and dark.

Through the glass window on the opposite side is St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic.

Even though he didn't really need to do it, Harry walked up it quietly, he went in without making a sound, it was very quiet inside... the first floor seemed to be empty.When we came to the second floor, it was still quiet, dark, and there was no sound from anyone. Harry didn't alert any guards, and he walked quietly to the door belonging to Snape's ward.

In the quiet corridor, Harry stood for a while, with his head down, as if waiting, hesitantly and thoughtfully staring at the lock of the door, finally Harry took a deep breath, waved his wand softly, and was locked The closed door quietly 'clicked' and opened.

Harry held his breath for a moment before he slowly relaxed.

He pushed open the door slowly and silently. Harry's eyes blinked in the darkness, carefully identifying the bulging figure lying on the bed in the darkness, and he walked forward slowly, in the darkness His vision gradually became clear, and Harry walked to his side. Snape's cheeks were still thin, and he didn't seem to have improved very much.

Harry looked at Snape's quiet face, just like every time he saw him, he never responded...Harry felt a little disappointed, and seemed relieved.

It's night, and it's still late at night.

He just fell asleep.

Thinking of this, Harry's tense shoulders completely relaxed, Severus was still alive, he was even awake...Harry watched quietly and carefully, observing Snape's stern face, he quietly stretched out his hand , stroking that hard face, Harry couldn't hold back his hand, Snape was always surrounded by many people, Harry's tense nerves never relaxed.

Or, Harry didn't dare, he never dared, he shouldn't have any contact with Snape in the sun.

Harry's fingertips touched carefully, Snape's face was so thin that only bones remained, but he couldn't help feeling the touch carefully, the back of Harry's hand brushed against Snape's face. Feeling the warmth on his cheek, he gently brushed Snape's hair sticking to the side of his face, Snape frowned slightly, he moved, Harry held his breath, his hands froze in mid-air and dared not move .

Slowly, Snape frowned, Harry was still staring at him, the backs of his fingers still pressed against the edge of Snape's forehead.

He stared so dumbfounded, watching Snape move his eyelids, open them under his eyes, and turn to look at him—Harry jerked awake, pulled his hands back, Snape's The reaction was faster than him, and he stretched out his hand to grab him, the darkness made it impossible to see anything, Harry quickly backed away, Snape missed, but the invisibility cloak on Harry's body was ripped off.

"Who's there!" Snape warned hoarsely. He staggered and moved his blunt body, and stretched out his hand quickly, as if touching something—that made Harry, who was just about to escape, a little flustered, and he was afraid of Snape. Nepe fell and took two steps forward hastily.

Then, suddenly, Snape froze.Harry stood there flustered. He saw Snape looking straight at him. Harry was startled and backed away. Snape was holding onto the edge of the bed with his hands. , the black eyes that fell on Harry's eyes seemed to be burning brightly, staring at him firmly——

Harry kept backing away, a little at a loss, he should leave, but Harry hesitated, he stayed where he was, Snape who was propped by the bed was still motionless, just looking in Harry's direction, Snape's arms were shaking, and it didn't take long for his body to lose support and fall back on the bed.

There were panicked and noisy footsteps in the corridor, and people were running out of the corridor quickly one after another. Harry finally woke up completely. He immediately put on the invisibility cloak again, and hastily opened the door——

Suddenly, the lights in the corridor brightened up!

The empty door was open, as if no one had pushed it open just now, the door panel was still shaking empty, and under the projected light, there was not even a single extraneous figure.

The corridors are empty.

"What's going on?!" The therapist rushed up from the first floor, clutching his wand tightly, staring nervously at the empty corridor with his lips trembling, followed by two Oro who rushed over.

"There's nothing here—" Another Oro who was stationed came back from the other side, "It seems to have run away."

They hurried to the ward with the open door, the therapist walked in, hurried to the head of the bed, helped Snape who was half lying on the bed, and asked in a hurry, "Mr. Snape, we are sorry, we Didn't realize St. Mungo's was broken into, how about you? I should give you a check."

With his eyes closed, Snape turned his weak body over with the help of others, and lay flat on the bed again. The quilt on his body was also straightened by the therapist.

"I'm fine," he replied to the therapist.

The three Oros who came in were looking around, but they didn't seem to find anything, and turned to Snape, "Did you see anything, sir."

Snape moved his eyelids, but still didn't open them. He said indifferently, "No, there's nothing. I saw it wrong."

"Really?" Oro asked suspiciously, "But, sir, it was you who activated the warning spell, and your door is still open, Mr. Snape, for your safety, you should tell us everything you know .”

"Nothing." Snape repeated again in a hoarse voice. He closed his eyes and seemed to be falling into rest again. He moved his lips and said impatiently, "It's pitch black everywhere. I can't see anything."

"Is there really nothing?" Oro asked again emphatically angrily, and the therapist stared at him angrily and disapprovingly.

Snape ignored Oro and closed his eyes in silence. The three of them looked at each other resentfully, and finally had no choice but to leave.

When they left, the closed door darkened the room again, but Snape opened his eyes.

……

The dim vision made it almost impossible to see much, he only saw the outlines of the indoor tables and chairs, and a little bit of moonlight projected from the skylight, which was pitifully small.

Snape closed his eyes, he had reason to suspect that everything was speculation, that young man... yes, young man, he shouldn't appear at this time, but obviously, Snape believed in himself more than he doubted himself Those eyes, those senses of touch...the cold temperature against the edge of his cheek, and that foolish figure that was accidentally exposed.

After a while, Snape opened his eyes again. He looked at the dark ceiling in silence, and slowly narrowed his eyes, as if he really fell asleep again. However, the heart that was still alive was beating vigorously. Let the blank brain have enough spare power to repeatedly think about the truth that has been glimpsed.

What he saw in the dark was the outline of the figure, the face, and the green eyes that were accidentally exposed.

"Harry." Snape whispered slowly, feeling the beating of the heart in this skinny body, allowing the fresh blood to flow in the body, little by little, making his heartbeat more and more violent, It seemed that something slowly grew from the bottom of his heart, and the roots penetrated into his heart.

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