HP the red-haired savior

Ever since he had an extremely ambiguous dream that night, Harry has been in a trance.

This kind of trance is well reflected in the usual academic life, not only in a daze in class, but also often restless after class.What was wrong with him worried both Ron and Hermione—yes, even Ron, who was always carefree, could see the special situation of his little friend.

"Harry, what's the matter with you!" Ron and Hermione sat next to Harry, and Ron bluffed, "Recently you even dared to desert the old bat's Potions class , You didn't see the face of the old bat, you didn't scare me to death!"

"Yes, Harry," Hermione also nodded, "If you have any troubles, you can tell us!"

After hearing this, Harry covered his face silently in his heart—is it okay to say that kind of thing QAQ!

Not only because the object of the dream was a boy - to be honest, homosexuality is not a big deal in the UK, and marriages with the same surname were very popular in the wizarding world thousands of years ago - the problem is that the object is his brother!And it's still... the younger brother of the suspected enemy.

Thinking of what Xiali had said to him at the start-of-term banquet made Harry feel a little uncomfortable.

This important matter has been stuffed in his heart for a long time, and he almost can't hold it anymore...

And Charlie...

Harry sighed silently in his heart. Before he had that dream, he had no idea that he actually had that kind of thought for his younger brother. Even if he had that dream, thinking about it on weekdays, he didn't have that kind of...for his sweetheart a feeling of.Now he himself can't figure it out, does he really like Xiali?

There were so many messy things that Harry couldn't figure out by himself, but he couldn't tell anyone, even his best friend.

"Potter, come with me." A black figure silently appeared beside the trio, seeing the cold-faced Potions Professor, the three little wizards were a little frightened.

In fact, not only them, some other young wizards who were having lunch at the Gryffindor table were also frightened!Professor Snape was famous, and since someone noticed him walking towards the Gryffindor long table, the little lions of Gryffindor unconsciously became more elegant when they ate.

Well, at least the actions of grabbing chicken legs directly are gone.

"Professor Snape!" Harry snapped, stood up subconsciously, looked at Snape helplessly, already lighting a candle for himself in his heart.

It turned out to be Professor Snape—Ron was still talking about "old bat" just now, the professor didn't hear it... and the professor suddenly asked me to go with him, it couldn't be because I was distracted in Potions class thing...

The more Harry thought about it, the more hesitant he felt, and his face gradually turned pale.

Well, Harry is still a pretty good boy now. Compared to his father, James Potter, he can be said to be a good boy. For the Potions professor who is always keen to pick on him and ridicule him at any time, Harry At most, there is some dislike and little fear, and they can't get close, but there is no deeper level of disgust.

"Hmph." If he had heard Harry say "Professor Snape" in normal times, Snape would have used this as an excuse to deduct some points from him for "tampering with the professor's name", but today Snape had something on his mind, so he just snorted coldly, said "follow up", then turned and left.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little lucky, he hurriedly followed Snape out of the auditorium.

"Hey Harry!" Ron shouted from behind, "Do you want me to bring you something to eat?" Because Harry just sat down and didn't eat much, if he wanted to wait until the old bat was willing to let him go, he must have eaten when.

Just as Harry was about to answer, Snape turned his head and gave him a cool look, and quickly shut his mouth.When Snape turned around and continued walking, he turned his head, nodded vigorously at Ron, and immediately trotted to keep up with the potions professor.

The two came to the potions professor's office. Medusa on the door smiled sweetly at them. Snape said "honorable" expressionlessly, and the office door opened by itself.

Snape walked in, sat down on the high-backed chair, and looked at Harry who was standing dumbfounded at the door, his already agitated mood was even more worrying—at such a time, the Dark Lord had recovered his strength, this The savior who is about to be pushed onto the battlefield is still ignorant!Really... He frowned, looking at the little brat whose face was almost the same as that of Old Potter, he couldn't help but darken his face: "Come in soon!"

Harry walked into the room and closed the door, a little apprehensive.

"Professor Snape, I..."

"The Dark Lord has returned." Snape didn't bother to talk to him, and told him the current situation bluntly, "The war will start soon, but you are still too weak, so Dumbledore decided to let me I'll 'make up for you'." The last three words were meaningful, and Snape sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "So that you won't die all at once in the name of the savior in future wars." gone."

Harry was a little taken aback, but he didn't look surprised, at least not too much... How should I say, excited?Snape originally thought that upon hearing the news of his enemy's resurrection and return, this reckless brat should yell a few times, maybe shed some tears, and he was ready to call the werewolf to appease the brat prepared, but did not expect Potter to be unexpectedly calm.

"I see." Harry was silent for a while before answering sullenly.

Harry is not an idiot. In fact, he is very keen. He noticed something earlier when Hisoka told him "I did the Azkaban thing", maybe earlier, after learning that Ah During the Zkaban incident, he had a vague feeling that Voldemort was back, otherwise the Death Eaters would not have made such a big move.

Now Snape's words only confirmed his guess.

"Okay, then we'll start now." Snape said dryly, and started teaching.

Harry cheered himself up in his heart, thinking that Xiali had already mastered many advanced spells, and secretly made up his mind to become stronger, to become...be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

He also had this kind of thought before, but it was always vague and unclear. Today, he finally understands this clearly, and his will is unprecedentedly firm.

He should grow up, Voldemort's return brought him a great sense of urgency, he has no time to grow stronger.

With such awareness, Harry studied very seriously.Snape's first class was to teach him to use some intermediate and advanced spells, such as "Acute Arms", "Bones in pieces" and so on. It can be said that Snape's fast teaching progress made Harry a little bit hard, but he Still trying to remember as much as possible the essentials of casting spells that Snape told.

By the time Snape finished this tutorial, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Harry was hungry, and a little dizzy from the three hours of intensive lessons before, looking pale and pitiful.In a rare moment of kindness, Snape asked the Hogwarts house-elf to bring him a cup of hot cocoa.

After gulping down the hot liquid, Harry felt a lot better in his stomach, and an involuntary smile appeared on his face.

Snape saw it, and felt that the kid was smiling silly, but he was more pleasing to the eye than old Potter.

"Professor, thank you."

The extremely sincere thanks made Snape a little uncomfortable, he snorted through his nose, and his mouth was not polite at all: "If you have your brother's ability, I won't use it to teach you."

Harry didn't speak, but those emerald eyes were shining - full of determination.