HP the red-haired savior

"professor?"

"I have something to tell you."

Snape had no expression on his face, staring at Harry blankly.He was a little nervous, and self-loathing surrounded him.

"Professor, but..."

Harry could feel the smell of blood on the other person's body, and the professor was injured.

"I like you."

The hoarse voice made all the words that Harry hadn't had time to utter blocked in his throat.

"Eh?"

Harry's green eyes widened, completely unaware that Snape would say such words out of the blue.

Snape's hand clenched violently. "No, it's nothing." He slightly raised his voice, and said in a cold tone, "I'm going to duel with Charlie Potter in a few days, you should prepare early."

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that Snape turned around and was about to leave, Harry grabbed his robes and raised his head to look at Snape, "Professor—you just—just—"

Snape turned his head sideways and looked at Harry fixedly, his deep eyes revealing a menacing aura.

"Professor..." Harry, who was being watched like this, suddenly lowered his voice, "You just said..."

What did you say……

Harry's expression at this moment was like that of a little boy in love, all his worries and expectations were written on his face.

"I—" Snape originally wanted to deny it. The Fidelity Curse just made him confess to Potter, but there was no rule that he couldn't deny it later.However, looking at the cautious look of the little giant, Snape couldn't deny it and leave.

"Professor!" Harry also felt the other party's hesitation, and greeted him with the recklessness of a young man, "I like you too!"

After saying this, Harry immediately stood on tiptoe and gave Snape a close-to-lip kiss, which hurt a little because he was too eager and too forceful.

"Potter!"

Snape growled in a low voice, feeling a little bit annoyed - besides that, there must be something similar to shyness!

"Professor, don't be shy!" Harry's eyes sparkled, and he grinned, "The professor likes me, and I like the professor, isn't that great?"

"Don't talk to yourself!" Snape frowned, "I'm going first."

"Professor!" Harry looked at Snape's leaving back, and couldn't help but increase his voice, "Maybe I will, I will go to see Merlin in a few days! Even if it is so, even if it is so, I won't admit it ?"

Snape stopped in his tracks.

See Merlin or something in a few days.

What a cunning brat.

"No, it won't." Snape didn't turn around, so Harry couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Why not?!" Harry pursed his lips, telling the truth that he didn't want to face, "Xiali is not the kind of person who will show mercy."

"He promised me," said Snape, "that you will live."

"Really..." Hearing these words, Harry felt a little dazed for a moment, a little unbelievable, "Xia Li—"

Why did I promise you?

Harry wanted to ask that.

Suddenly, a guess flashed in his mind, which made him feel a little bit wrong.

While trying to convince himself not to think wildly, there would be no such a coincidence, he asked the other party because he couldn't help it: "There are conditions, right?"

"..."

Snape didn't speak for a moment.

"Professor..." Harry's voice was almost pleading, "Answer me, Professor!"

"Yes."

Snape turned around, most of his face was shrouded in shadow, only the cold and serious line of his mouth stood out.

"What's the condition?" Harry's voice trembled slightly, "Is it a condition when you say you like me?" After saying this, he laughed as if he had said something funny. "No, is it? Charlie isn't that boring, is he?"

What answered him was the man's silent gaze.

"Professor..." Harry pulled Snape back, "Are you kidding me? It's not like that, is it?"

Still no reply.

Harry let go of his hand, allowing the man in black to turn and leave.

The two people with their backs facing each other had the same discomfort and pain on their faces.

Harry was in pain because he thought the professor liked him too, but the fact is that the professor's confession was not sincere because of Xiali's condition.

Snape's pain, on the other hand, was unbearable.With the belief that he can sacrifice for the other party at any time, he cautiously dare not take a step beyond the threshold, worried that he and the other party will be harmed, and is full of guilt for blaming the deaths of the Potters and his wife, even unwilling to admit love.

Love is devout, almost humble piety.

If Harry Potter hadn't been killed by Harry Potter in a duel afterwards, Snape probably wouldn't have expressed his feelings frankly in his life.

No, actually it can’t be regarded as this life——

Harry Potter had died in that duel, and before Snape could react - whether in thought, emotion, or action - Harry Potter had done another thing.

He also killed the Dark Lord.

Then?

Then, Snape saw Harry Potter's body disintegrating bit by bit, turning into pieces of translucent things, completely dissipating into the air.

Then, he lost consciousness.

After regaining consciousness, it was back to the day when the little giant monsters were dueling.

Looking at the playing cards flying towards the little giant, Snape, who was still a little dazed, suddenly came to his senses. He almost immediately stood up from the stands, trying to prevent the little giant from dying——

However, this time, the target of the playing cards was not Harry's throat.

First the knee, then the wand.

"That's it."

"You have already lost."

The duel ended in Harry's defeat, and the Death Eaters, contrary to what the Dark Lord had promised, took Hogwarts as the battlefield and fought against the Order of the Phoenix.

And Charlie Potter, holding the Dark Lord in his arms, gave a kiss in full view and then both disappeared on the battlefield.

But to Snape, none of that mattered.

What matters is that the little troll is still alive.

He came to the middle of the Quidditch pitch, picked up the little troll who couldn't get up and walk because of the playing cards stuck in his kneecap, and walked towards Hogwarts Castle.

"professor……"

The little troll held him tightly, and the green eyes behind the glasses were slightly moist.

"He said he promised you wouldn't kill me..."

It was an unusually aggrieved voice, and he didn't know what he was aggrieved about.

He couldn't understand the mind of the little giant.

"Don't make noise." Unconsciously, Snape took Harry's arms with more strength, which made Harry feel a little painful.

However, the feeling of pain is reassuring.

"So the professor really doesn't like me..."

The low voice of the little giant came from his arms, as if he was very sad.

"..."

Snape frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, then lowered his head and touched Harry's mouth.

"Stop mumbling alone."

Dry tone.

"Teach, professor?!"

Responding to him was the raised face of the little troll, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The professor really likes me, right?"

Snape didn't say anything else, but quickened his pace impatiently.

"Professor? Teach~teach~!"

That soft tone was no different from his brother's.

"Don't move around! Don't your knees hurt!"

Looking at the little giant jumping up and down suddenly, Snape felt extremely helpless.

However, judging from his relaxed, even happy expression, the professor is not in a bad mood.

The author has something to say:

The computer was taken to be repaired, so here is the code of the claw machine, and I wrote half of it and posted it first.

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Regarding the issue of Harry and the professor's attack, I honestly don't know ╮(￣▽￣)╭

The column has been revised, I am not used to orz