[HP] Devil is alive

There is a faint aroma lingering in the air, and it is hard to tell what it is.He felt as if he had sunk into a pile of cotton, and his body was still covered with a soft cloud, making him want to sigh comfortably.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a black-haired woman sitting by the bed, patting his body lightly while smiling happily.

Beside the woman was a man with a hooked nose, his hands were on the woman's shoulders, and his eyes were gentle.

At that time, the woman didn't have so much sorrow on her face, she was still a delicate and reticent woman.

At that time, there was not so much hatred on the man's face, he was still thinking about his wife and his son.

At that time, he was still a newborn child...

That is……

Mom and Dad...

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a white flower vine.He was a little surprised, and when he looked carefully, he found that it was fake.He tilted his head and saw the softly hanging light green veil, outside were more vines, flowers and... small animals - this is like the forest depicted in the book - or the kind of childish fairy tale book !Their striking similarity is that they are all fake!

When he thought about it, he had no strength in his body, and he struggled to sit up, but it made him dizzy.

Just when he was about to fall back on the bed, he supported him with one hand, pulled out a pillow and put it behind him, and helped him sit up.

"Eat something first, you've slept all day." The voice of the owner of that hand was very clear, as warm as the temperature on his hand.

The platinum-blonde long hair glowed softly under the dim light. At first glance, he thought it was a woman—who made him look beautiful and have long hair?There is a light and soft feeling between the brows, matching with the gray-blue eyes, exuding a... faint and quiet aura like orchids that cannot be ignored.

platinum gold...

He remembered that when he fell...

The child on the bed pursed his lips, and there was still a trace of blush on his pale little face against the black hair.After washing it, it looks much better. It has black hair and black eyes, and its color is as pure as night.

"Eat something and get some sleep. You can leave tomorrow." Messiah picked up the hot soup that was placed on the table just now, thought for a while, and fed him himself, lest his hands shake and dirty the bed after a while up.

Messiah could sense that this child...was also a little wizard.

What a coincidence...

Doesn't it seem that the magic world is very prosperous? !

"Excuse me..." When Messiah handed over the spoon, the black-haired child suddenly raised his head, "Did I... bump into you?"

It feels very urgent and embarrassing to say this, right?However, what came out of this child's mouth was cold and hard. With his cold expression, it has absolutely nothing to do with the word pleasing.

"Yes." Messiah said gently.

At this time, you have to play the image of a gentle big brother.This child seemed rather stubborn. If the Messiah was angry, he might be silent and sullen, with disdain in his heart.If you quarrel with him, maybe you will conflict in reverse.It is such a gentle and good temper that can arouse his guilt instead.

The black-haired child pursed his lips, clenched his little hands into fists and said nothing, as if waiting to be petrified, Messiah also guessed it, "It's nothing serious, you can go home when you recover from illness tomorrow. "

Is he afraid that the Messiah will make trouble and go to see his parents?Given what he knocked over yesterday, his parents might beat him up.

Messiah just cleaned his body with magic, so he didn't see many scars on his body at all... In other words, it didn't matter if they saw Messiah, and they didn't know each other.

The boy's face was slightly red, and he hesitated to raise his hand to take it by himself, but he looked a little embarrassed.

"You are still sick, rest after eating." Messiah smiled softly, and handed the spoon to the boy's mouth.

The room decorated with lifelike sculptures, big and small, is filled with the tempting aroma of thick soup and a touch of fragrance. The quilt is very soft, warm and soft to cover the body, and warm and warm colors are everywhere, just like a dream. Tranquility and serenity... and a little bit of loneliness.

The boy secretly glanced at the person beside him, the man who always had a slight smile and fed him spoonful by spoonful... It seemed very mysterious, like it was written in a fairy tale book thrown into the corner, kind gentle angel.

But no matter whether it was a dream or reality, he knew very clearly...it didn't belong to him.

He has to go back asap...

"That..." After swallowing a mouthful of hot soup, he raised his head hastily, "I have to go home quickly."

He overturned his father's wine, and he didn't want to think about the result.To be honest, he really didn't want to go back. He hated his father's insults and beatings to their mother and child, he hated relying on his own child's face to pay his father credit for wine, and he hated his mother's cowardly character that didn't look like a wizard!

but……

Messiah tapped the bowl with the spoon, wiped off the soup under the spoon, and said to the boy with a smile, "Finish it first, you are still sick."

With a soft voice and a gentle tone, Messiah secretly gave full marks to his current performance.

Although the boy's expression was still cold, the little bit of distress could not hide from the Messiah.

He can go if he wants to, and the Messiah has no intention of keeping him.

However, his messianic habit is that once he does something, he must be perfect, and it is best for people to remember him!

So, baby, you have to remember this gentle big brother, even if you fall into the abyss, you must always remember it~~ With such evil thoughts in your heart, Messiah is even more gentle on the face.

Some people see it as a flood of fraternity, some people see it as a ray of light in their lives, some people forget it when they turn around...and the Messiah sees it as the devil's embrace...the price of meeting the devil.

But in fact...

It's nothing more than a sick, twisted desire...

Helplessly, the beauty shown by Messiah is too perfect. This warm room, this gentle smile, and these gentle words are so perfect that in the eyes of this child, they have become an illusion of nothingness-the cruelty of reality lies in: He clearly realized that he could not have this dream-like beauty.

Let the child drink by himself first, Messiah went out, bought back a thick piece of clothing, and put it in front of the boy, "Your previous clothes were dirty, put this on."

Only then did the boy belatedly realize that he was wearing a nightgown... His face was a little hot, and at the same time he couldn't help but suspect that this nightgown clearly belonged to a child, right?This man looks like he lives alone.

In late autumn, when winter is approaching, it will always be a little cold in the morning and evening.The clothes the man bought looked like winter clothes, very thick and warm... The boy pursed his lips, got out of bed and put on the clothes quietly, being careful not to touch the sculptures around him.

The man came out from another room, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and said as he walked, "Take this back, I knocked yours away."

It was obvious that he bumped into this man in a hurry, but in the eyes of this man, not only did he not blame him, but he also thoughtfully prepared everything for him.With his personality, he would never accept such "friendliness".However, at this moment, thinking about the situation at home, he had to do this... Such a choice made the boy feel painful, and he silently accepted the man's kindness. At this time, he didn't even have the strength to doubt it.

"Don't think too much," Messiah knelt down and helped the boy straighten his collar. "Tell me where you live? I'll take you there."

"Spider's End..." the boy frowned, and immediately added, "My name is Severus Snape...I will pay you back!"

Messiah blinked, and in a trance, felt that this stubbornness overlapped with another person's figure.

Looking closer, both of them have jet-black hair and glasses.

"I'm the Messiah. But how do you get to Spider's End? I don't know." He smiled, turned around and took out a rolled parchment from the shelf hanging from the flower vines, opened it and looked at it. On has been quill come over.

The parchment looked old, but when opened it was empty, nothing.Messiah handed him the quill, "Write the name of the place."

Snape paused, and wrote the name of the place in the middle of the parchment as promised.

At the moment of the last stroke, he sensitively felt his feet shaking, as if the wind was blowing.

Messiah put the parchment away again, but there was no response.However, it should be successful, although I don't know why, but that's how Snape feels.

"Go back." Messiah moved his arm, as if wanting to touch Snape.In the end, the action was stopped...

Snape didn't notice the Messiah's movements.He took deep breaths repeatedly, and the dark and terrifying chimney stood not far from the wide open door. He knew that this was near Spider's End Alley.

This man in the name of the savior is indeed not an ordinary person.What Snape wanted to say, he didn't say it in the end. He pursed his lips tightly, and walked out the wooden door with the bottle in his arms...

The boy walking forward with his back to him walked farther and farther, his steps were not very big, as if he was a souvenir, but more determined.Messiah felt a little dazed, "Tom..."

The boy turned his head and asked in a cold tone: "What?"

His small figure was almost lost in the darkness, but Messiah could still see the outline of his face.That cold voice was always heard by Messiah before the age of six in the previous life——from Tom's mouth.He smiled and said softly: "The road is a bit dark, be careful."

"..."

Biting night wind poured in from the open door, until his right arm went numb, Messiah suddenly realized that the child had already disappeared.

He sighed, closed the door, and because he was absent-minded, he caught his finger instead.Yingrun's fingertips turned dark purple almost immediately, even if Messiah disguised himself as an adult, his body was still an 8-year-old child after all...

Messiah frowned, put his finger in his mouth and gently sucked it... There was a sense of foreboding.

The room was quiet, and the statues of various plants and animals were lifelike and compactly placed inside.But it feels like it's not enough...

Messiah blinked, came to the table calmly, picked up the carving knife, and continued to carve quietly...