When the savior is no longer the savior

It wasn't very close, and Harry only vaguely heard the words "bastard, fool, idiot whose brains were all eaten by trolls", and the corners of Harry's lips could not help but twitch slightly in agreement Until the voice of Dumbledore who had just left and appeared suddenly came again—this time, Harry found that the old man who had never been willing to express his negative emotions easily even had a faint look of anger on his face: "Severus, Now the troll is on the first floor, warn the students to stay away!"

Harry's smile froze on his face.

For a moment, he thought he didn't catch what Dumbledore was saying - but only for a moment.In the next moment, in the next few seconds or even a few breaths, he suddenly woke up, and didn't even have the time to notice whether Dumbledore had left or whether he said anything else, he just turned around and looked at Snape—— At this time, Snape also frowned, obviously thinking of the same thing as Harry.

"...I, Il!" Harry opened his mouth and tried to speak, but unfortunately he couldn't find the correct syllables because of his throat tightening several times.A deep irritability and panic surged in his heart for a moment, and he didn't care about other things. First, he used a silent "Needle Sting Curse" on himself, and then, through the pain, he finally regained some of his proper reason. "Professor, Il—"

"I know!" Snape was obviously impatient, he stood up sullenly, and strode out, his robe turned up, aggressively, "Stay here, Mr. Ravens, don't try to make trouble for me!"

stay here?Harry's heart was clenched - even the time he faced the acromantula before, he wasn't worried like this, yes, yes, at least at that time, he was still next to Il, and he could understand - still Can control the development of things!He collected himself, disregarding the pulsating yelling and rushing nerves, stepped diagonally in front of Snape, and said quickly: "Take me, professor, take me—I won't make trouble, and I won't I'll get you into trouble!"

Snape lowered his voice and growled viciously, "Get out of the way!"

Seeing Snape's increasingly angry and impatient expression, Harry couldn't help raising his voice: "——you know I have this ability! Professor Snape!"

The sound in the cellar suddenly disappeared, and even the sound of the always active fire was barely audible.Only the beating of the heart is amplified until it fills the eardrum, passing by quickly, and rushing by for a while.

It seemed to be silent for a long time, actually less than a minute, Snape twisted the corners of his lips, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Is it? ——It's a pity that your professor, I, don't think so."

He drew his wand and pointed at the child in front of him: "Now, get out of the way—now!" he snapped, "Stay here, I don't need you!"

A certain nerve in Harry's mind snapped slightly.

He heard an indistinguishable voice sneering contemptuously in his mind, another voice mockingly ridiculed in his mind, and even a voice repeatedly said to him, "Stay here, just stay here; we will Solved, we can do it."

But in fact?

Harry's eyes fell on the birch wand pointed at him.

In fact, they left one by one - one by one!

No.Another voice from the bottom of my heart sounded in time, though it was obviously weak.

You should trust him, he has the ability to do it all, what you need most now is to get out of the way and wait!

Get out of the way and wait?

wait for what?Waiting for someone to tell him all the success or someone to tell him the unfortunate failure...?

Harry's lips trembled, and he tried his best to resist, but some images from the past still seemed to be injected with life, and scenes were played back and forth before his eyes.

His mind went blank.

As if just for a while, and as if after a long time, he heard his own voice coming from far away, ethereal and clear, and indifferent and dull as if stripped of emotion.

"I see, Professor, then..." he heard himself say humbly, and then he raised his hand—as if to hold something—and drew out his wand, making two natural and unhesitating strokes. curse.

"Except your weapons."

"Passed out."

Snape's body flew upside down, hit the wall with a "bang", and then slid to the ground, unconscious.

Harry watched, as carefully and patiently as a spectator.He noticed that the first spell didn't hit Snape all the way, and he took a moment to dodge; he also noticed that after the second spell hit Snape, within a few seconds, Snape still tried to stand up - of course, he also noticed the other's eyes.

Those dark, deep eyes filled with shock and anger.

Never had Harry hated Hogwarts' endless corridors and automatically changing stairs so much.

Also, never before had Harry felt the Hogwarts draft so cold - and now, it wasn't even really winter.

Apparation cannot be used in Hogwarts, and there are no students walking in the corridors anymore. Harry was running as fast as he could to the first floor. Pain, he inevitably felt uncomfortable, but he didn't pay attention to it, he just wanted to find the troll faster and faster, before the troll found Il, otherwise——

otherwise what?

Harry didn't think about it, or didn't have the energy to think about it anymore - he was already in the middle of the first floor, and he already smelled the stench he had been looking for.

It belongs to trolls, the stench of stinky socks mixed with unsanitary public toilets.

Harry's running speed didn't slow down, on the contrary, after confirming his position, his speed was three points faster than before.However, at this moment, Harry had completely calmed down.

With the wind whistling past his ears, Harry no longer tried to think about what happened to the troll, what about Il, he quietly raised his hand, and the holly wand slid into it. his palm.He closed his mouth, stopped panting like a big dog running at full speed, and began to regulate his breathing—even if it made his chest feel like it was about to burst—so that he could read accurately when the time came. All kinds of spells, even Shenfeng Wuying or even Avada Kedavra.

The stench was getting closer and closer, and even the air that had been flowing freely seemed to stagnate under such a disgusting smell.

A corner, another corner; a corridor, another long corridor, and when Harry finally saw the huge one-story-high monster, he saw another person.The other one looked particularly petite and slender against the backdrop of the troll.

Yes, it was Il, Il Potter.

Hogwarts first year, Gryffindor "good" student - good student with good grades!

Finally, he arrived at the place before everything happened, but Harry was not happy at all. On the contrary, after seeing the situation in front of him clearly, he only felt that his eyes went dark, and he almost wanted to curse regardless of the occasion—oh, he saw it. What?The troll walked ignorantly ahead with a club, breaking walls or walkways every now and then, and that Potter—that fool—idiot—bastard—followed the troll half-cloaked in the cloak of invisibility. later……

—follow the troll!

Harry could finally understand how Professor McGonagall felt trembling with anger when he knew that he, Hermione, and Ron, three first-years, dared to deal with the troll alone.

At about the same time, the troll, who was wandering around aimlessly, and Il, who was following the troll, both noticed Harry who had rushed out to block the troll.

Looking at the "little guy" who was not even up to his knees, this mr. troll holding a wooden stick and exuding stench all over his body was obviously quite at a loss, but this little bit of confusion did not hinder the instinct of the troll at all, it developed a grunt like thunder With a sound, a dirty hand the size of a cattail fan was rubbing the snot, and the other hand, which was always holding the wooden stick, was raised high, and then slammed down——

At this moment, it seemed as if the wind in the entire long and narrow corridor was being dragged and stirred, squeezing and crowding together, wrapping wooden sticks, screaming.

However, Harry, who was facing this directly, didn't even pay him a little more attention.While he kept glancing at where Il was, he cast a silent armor spell on himself.And almost at the same time, his wand was pointed directly at the troll's head again, and the most skillful and effective "de-you weapon" was ready to go, and the subsequent "fainting ground", of course, was also ready to stop .

But what was surprising—no one expected that at this moment, Il, who had been staying calmly, suddenly jumped in front of the giant monster, before the falling wooden stick, and took a step towards the straight Harry, who was standing still, rushed forward!

Harry was almost petrified by the sudden surprise.He couldn't care less about "disarming you" or "drowsing", he just remembered waving his magic wand and yelling "Curse Listop" to disarm himself—if Il is thrown backwards ... God, there are trolls behind!

Things happen in the blink of an eye.

When Harry was still yelling Listop, he had already been thrown to the ground by Il, the wand in his hand was not stable, and it fell to the floor with a click.

When Harry, who was thrown down and slammed into the hard floor with his shoulders and back, was completely occupied by the wooden stick that was getting closer and bigger, he almost instinctively raised his hands to hug Iraq. Er, trying to turn over - but at this moment, Er hugged Harry with one hand and quickly rolled towards the direction where his wand fell!

The wooden club fell to the ground, and after a loud bang, gravel flew.

Il and Harry, who were the closest to each other, were inevitably hit by stones several times, but at this time, no one paid attention to such a small matter.

Il was on top of Harry. He grinned and hissed when the stone rain poured down from his head, but he didn't slow down as he should. He reached out to pick up the stick. The wand fell on the ground, and at the same time got up on hands and feet, dragging Harry around the wooden stick that fell down again, and hurried out.

Harry was still a little dazed at first, but when he was dragged a few steps away and the second loud noise came from behind, he suddenly came to his senses, and he didn't care about the meaning of El's actions, just doing The most correct choice at the moment - together with the other party, keep your mouth shut, and run wildly!

In Hogwarts, the troll's originally low level of flexibility was obviously affected again.

It didn't take much effort, after Il and Harry purposely ran around a few corners, the roar and stench that belonged to the troll were already insignificant.

It was almost eleven o'clock at this time, and the moonlight spread down from the sky like a silver veil. Outside the Hogwarts corridor, the Black Lake was sleeping quietly in the night. There are fine silver lights shining, as if the night covered with many stars suddenly falls from the sky and lives in the lake.

There was a sudden wind, and a slight coolness hit, mixed with the rustling sound of leaves, it was the sound of night.

Harry and Il stopped in their tracks slowly. They gasped, looked at each other, and opened their mouths at the same time, as if they both wanted to speak—but neither of them made a sound, because before that, there was a rush of chaotic footsteps. Along with the night wind, the sound rang in the ears of the two of them!

It's the professor! ?Harry and El saw the answer in each other's eyes.

Beads of sweat came out of Il's forehead. Looking left and right, he grabbed Harry's hand and slammed into the closed classroom door next to him!

Harry quickly grabbed the other's arm, he gave Il a look, and leaned forward to use a silent lock-unlocking spell--this spell Harry had never used a few times, so it took several attempts to break it. ——Il, who saw this scene and stared wide-eyed in surprise, quickly got in, and then closed the door lightly.

At the same time, the sound of chaotic footsteps approached, and an angry female voice came from outside: "Potter is here!"

It's Professor McGonagall!Il, who was hiding in the dark classroom, was taken aback and couldn't help leaning towards Harry.

Harry could easily hear the rapid heartbeat of the other party, and just as he smiled a little, he heard another gloomy and furious voice: "And Ravens!"

It's Professor Snape!This time it was Harry's turn to gasp and lean towards Il.

thumping!

The two shoulders touched, obviously it was just a light touch without making a sound, but it shocked Il and Harry a little bit.

"You..." A high and a low childish voice sounded in the empty and dark classroom at the same time, belonging to two people.

Earl and Harry stopped again.

The footsteps outside gradually faded away, and the voices of the professors were also low and inaudible.For a moment, Harry silently used a "fluorescent flash" - even if the professors had already left, it would be too ostentatious to turn on the lights directly.

The ball of light hangs from the tip of the wand, and the surrounding darkness seems to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands, slowly separating to the sides.

Il, who was shoulder to shoulder with Harry, didn't move. He maintained this posture, looking at the second wand in Harry's hand with a little surprise, but didn't say much, and couldn't help bumping it triumphantly. Leigh's shoulder: "Hi, I knew you'd be coming!"

"If I don't come, I really don't know that you will follow behind the troll as if you have no brains when you can leave safely." Harry said flatly.

"Come on, I'm not worried—" Il said unhappily, but stopped immediately.

"What are you worried about?" Harry frowned.

The person standing next to him muttered twice, but Harry couldn't hear it clearly. He turned his head and saw that the brown-eyed boy next to him blushed a little, turned his face away, and said awkwardly: "Well, I know it's kind of silly, but I was thinking that if you came..."

Harry froze.

El didn't finish his sentence, but what else did Harry not understand?Just be careful that you will meet a troll—and at that time, the other party doesn't even know if you will come to the appointment.

Harry didn't know how he was feeling right now.

move?Of course there is; sad?Not necessarily not.

Whether two first years would be better than one against trolls, Harry wasn't sure, and he believed El wasn't sure either.

Il wasn't him.thought Harry.

Il wasn't him, Il was just an 11-year-old kid, a first year at Hogwarts, he didn't have enough magic, and he didn't have the spells to deal with trolls—but he didn't know how to deal with trolls. Blame the risks involved.

He is not without options.Harry thought again.

It wasn't that the troll had discovered him, it was he who followed the troll just because he might come.

He is willing to risk his life just to reduce the risk that another person may encounter.

At this moment, Harry clearly felt the pain of being pulled and torn in the heart - it was so intense and long-lasting, it spread to every corner of the body along the nerves and blood.

He couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He and he, they made the same choice, in the face of danger.

Not because they know each other are brothers, but because they are brothers to each other.

Harry felt a little tired, and he put his weight on the wall behind him, and on the people beside him.He heard the sound of bricks and stones collapsing—it was the wall of his heart built out of fear and fragility, and just like that, it simply and naturally fell apart, leaving nothing behind.

Harry felt sad.

However, he understands that this is the most thankful thing after he came to this world.

The classroom was silent for a long time.

Il, who was full of confidence, began to feel uneasy again. He was a little angry, and more helpless: "Oh, brother, don't be so stingy-you have come to find me! In the case of giant monsters appearing!" He emphasized, "Admit it, you still care about me...well, of course," he waved his arms in an exaggerated circle, "I care about you too, um, very much!"

The light created by magic was quietly extinguished without knowing when.

In the darkness, Harry, leaning against the wall, felt the coldness from his back... and the warmth from his shoulders.

He heard Il's hesitant voice: "Will we be friends?"

Harry thought it was a little funny, he grinned but didn't make a sound.

After a while, El said again, "We'll be brothers! Like James and Sirius...well, you don't know that. Well, they..." He scratched his hair in trouble.

Who said I don't know anymore.Harry retorted dissatisfied in his heart.

It's a pity that Il didn't hear it, and he was still explaining jerkyly: "Well, those are my father and godfather, they were good friends when they were students, good friends all the time, brothers all the time...better than biological brothers .”

No one spoke again.

Then it was Il who said again: "We will be brothers." He repeated, his tone natural and certain.

So finally a voice responded to him, just a simple sound, so ordinary, as if talking about the weather every day.

"Ah."

We are brothers, Il.

After a long time, in that classroom that still only had starlight.

"Well," said Harry's voice again, "I just have one question."

"What question?" Il asked lazily.

"You remember about the Forbidden Forest?" Harry asked.

"That...well, of course." Il said unnaturally.

"Then why," Harry said his doubts slowly, "do you think I can't deal with a troll?"

"...Ah!" The shocked Yi Er.

unexpected punishment

"...So in the end, you stayed in that classroom all night?" Draco commented after hearing all the stories in the normal version.

This is the room between the tapestry of the ballet and the human-sized vase on the eighth floor of Hogwarts.Room of Requirement, no doubt.

But it wasn't Harry who brought everyone in, it was Il—because the next day, when Draco saw Harry and Il standing together, he expressed that he didn't want to be with a "Gryffindor fool" In the same position under the public.

So Il, who still needs to please Harry, pinched his nose and recognized it, and took Draco and Harry to the eighth floor, the magical place he knew from James—a hidden space that was not "in public" .

This is a small living room, with gold and red as the background, it is very warmly furnished (Draco curled his lips in disdain), and Yi Er occupies a large sofa by himself, leaning on the sofa with his head up, weak and his voice is vague : "I ended up going back to Gryffindor Tower and almost got caught..."

"That's a shame." Draco smirked.

El glared at Draco.

Draco stared back.

El stared again.

Draco turned his head in disdain: "Harry, what about you?"

Harry, who was suddenly asked, raised his head in a daze - he was almost falling asleep just now: "What?"

El helped answer from the side: "Harry went back earlier than me."

Draco glanced at Il coldly, with indescribable disdain in his eyes.

Il was a little annoyed and dazed, and was about to make a sound, when Harry next to him stretched out his hand to rub his face, moaned and said, "Oh, you don't want to know where I went yesterday..."

Er blinked, not understanding.

Draco asked with clear sympathy: "Where is the professor?"

"Snape?" Il finally came to his senses, "You were discovered by him? Merlin, your labor service will continue until the end of this semester!"

"It's obviously you Gryffindors who will last until the end of the semester." Draco grumbled from the sidelines.

Harry sighed wearily: "It's Professor Snape, Il."

El shrugged.

Draco was quite satisfied, raised his chin slightly and said, "What is the punishment, Harry? Or I can go and talk to Professor Snape." He was not sure.

At this time, Yi Er also chimed in: "Yesterday you went because of me. If I went to talk about it... Uh, would it be useful?"

"It works." Harry said sternly, "Il, if you go, you can easily double my punishment."

Earl froze.

Draco laughed mischievously.

Harry followed suit, and he joked, "Well, Il, you know, Professor Snape hates you as much as he hates me."

Draco took the remark completely as a joke.

Yi Er tilted his head and thought for a while: "If you want to say that he doesn't like me, I wouldn't be surprised at all." He snorted softly, "Actually, I've met him a few times. At home, he is my mother's good friend." friend, but I suspect he doesn't like my dad and me at all."

"I don't think you can ask your father's friends to like your mother." Harry said with a guilty conscience.

"That's true, but..." But what, Il didn't continue, but turned a corner and asked, "Harry, you haven't said what punishment you got."

"At least Slytherin didn't get deducted points." Draco added on the sidelines, and then earned Il's disdain, "Come on, Snape was never willing to give Slytherin points deducted."

Draco, furious, fought back.

Yi Er dismissed it and fought back.

So in an instant, the lion of Gryffindor and the little snake of Slytherin fought again, and there was a scuffle.

Harry, who was lucky enough to stay out of the matter, glanced twice, and didn't have the energy to try to persuade him to fight, he just thought about what Ir said just now—what punishment did he get?Oh, Merlin knew, if he could, he would even rather be severely deducted 150 points and [-] points by Snape, but...

Time goes back to last night.

In fact, the two didn't stay in the classroom that seemed to be used for storage for a long time. As the protagonist of the incident, Il, who once declared in a high profile that he would stay on the first floor for a whole night waiting for someone, he wanted not to be deducted points. Can only return to the dormitory before the professors deal with the troll, so as to create sufficient evidence of absence.

Harry is naturally in favor of Il's choice, undeniably, despite being sorted into Slytherin, he still has an unusual affinity for Gryffindor, and at this time... er, Gryffindor There are indeed too many gems, which are a bit pathetic.

So soon, when Il put on the invisibility cloak and walked towards the Gryffindor tower, Harry didn't need much effort, and quickly returned to the cellar.

Just where to go now?

One side is warm and cozy - well, it's still a bit cold - the lounge, and the other is dark and cold - well, it's been bright and warm since today - Potions Office, ha Li hesitated for a while, and then felt that everyone knew how to choose.

Anyway, let's dawdle the night away...Professor Snape should be mad... Wait for him to calm down tomorrow, uh, wait for me to prepare for tomorrow...

The blue-eyed savior tried his best to comfort himself in his heart, then closed his eyes and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

……

After 15 minutes, the current savior saw the closed door of the Potions Office appearing in front of his eyes for the third time, he finally gave up, hugged his head, squatted in the empty corridor in frustration, and choked silently.

Time ticks forward.

The temperature in the cellar was always lower than that on the ground. In front of Snape's office, Harry went from standing to squatting, from squatting to sitting, and finally couldn't help but put his arms around his shoulders and sneezed loudly.

Then, a black robe appeared in front of his eyes.

Harry blinked, and blinked again.

Vision...?Is it a vision... He thought a little guilty, but he didn't dare to look up.

It's a pity that a real warrior must face the bleakness of reality - although Harry's warrior, like his savior, was driven to the rack - Harry immediately heard a mocking and gloomy voice behind him There was a ringing in the head: "It turns out that our excellent Mr. Ravens lost not only his little head, but also his two agile thighs that love to run around?"

Harry's face was flushed, and he stood up, stammering, still not daring to look up: "That, that, Professor Snape..."

Snape snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and roughly pushed Harry away, opened the office door, walked in first, and then said to the person who was still standing at the door: "Come in! If you try to stand outside and say something to let If anyone else is watching the fun—”

The threat in Snape's words was self-evident.

Harry secretly groaned, and hurriedly followed Snape into the office step by step: "Well, Professor Snape..."

"I know my name, and I don't need the excellent Mr. Ravens to remind me." Snape's voice was soft, "Besides, in view of Mr. Ravens' behavior just now, I'm afraid I don't have the ability to continue to serve as our Ravens Mr. Si's professor."

"Professor, professor!" Harry was really nervous, he raised his head quickly, wanted to say something, but stopped, took a few deep breaths before saying, "Professor, I'm really sorry... I am willing to accept any punishment."

Snape stared at Harry.

Harry didn't look directly at Snape, but he didn't dodge either. He stood up straight with his face slightly lowered, expressing his respect and apology.

"It's rare," Snape's voice sounded in a moment, as low as ever, without any other emotion, "this is probably the most sincere apology I've ever received from Mr. Ravens...but for What? For your professor who you just successfully knocked out?"

He smiled: "Let your poor professor figure out what it's like for his student, his first-year, freshman student to knock down his professor? Of course there is panic, isn't it? Oh, then After all, he is a professor, if he avenges his personal revenge, if he speaks out the matter in a disregard of face... What will be the result? Dropping out? Of course, of course," Snape said in a low voice, "there must be some secret joy Well, the professor at Hogwarts, my own professor—it’s so easy to be knocked down! Is it because of his reputation? Or do I already have enough ability to do..."

"Professor Snape!" Harry interrupted Snape rather hastily and not very politely.

There was a malicious gleam in Snape's dark eyes, so blatant that no one who saw it - any one - could fool himself into ignoring an emotion that could never be pleasant.

Harry almost thought he was back in time.

Such a cold and dark environment, such two people facing each other, holding a magic wand, the tip of the wand is shining brightly, wishing to put each other to death...

Harry shuddered, looked away in embarrassment, and heard Snape sneer: "Well, I'm afraid Mr. Ravens has really completely forgotten the etiquette that a student should have. Of course, our Little Mister Genius doesn't need those useless things, does he?"

Harry stammered a bit: "Well, Professor, I didn't—"

"No?" Snape asked in a low voice, with obvious mockery. "So what are you doing now? Huh? Thinking of the floor as your professor?"

Harry quickly adjusted his gaze, opened his mouth and was about to continue his defense, but didn't know what to say, so he had to close it in frustration.

Merlin, the blue-eyed savior wailed in his heart.Did I really have a good day with Professor Snape?really?

...Actually, I'm afraid there really won't be that day...

There was a moment of silence in the potions office.

Snape's voice sounded again, I don't know if it was Harry's illusion, he felt that this time Professor Snape's voice was colder than before, and he gritted his teeth a bit: "Since Mr. Ravens There's nothing else to say, so—"

"Wait, I still have something to say! Professor!" Harry shuddered and said hastily.

Snape smirked, "It's a pity your poor professor doesn't feel the need to listen anymore, so now, you—"

Harry interrupted Snape impolitely again, and he said quickly, "I was too anxious just now, I can't imagine anything happening to El, hurt, bleeding, even... I can't take it anymore, Professor ! As for attacking you..." He turned pale, took a deep breath and continued, "I'm sorry, really, this is nothing to brag about. At such a close distance, I despicably took advantage of your My trust." His voice gradually dropped, "...I don't think it's something to brag about, Professor."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Suddenly, the corners of Snape's lips twisted violently, his face was terribly ugly: "Well, let's listen, what did Mr. Ravens say? Aha, 'trust'? I really don't know, what is it like— —horrible—things, Mr. Ravens had this unbelievable—illusion! I'm afraid I'll have to correct some of the wildest ideas in your little head, and I've never,' he said. Hui really gritted his teeth, "—never, ever tried to trust a child!"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but seeing Snape's expression, he decided it would be better to keep silent.

It's a pity that Snape didn't want to let Harry go, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his body trembled slightly: "I really can't imagine, Mr. Ravens, I never knew that there would be such a thing in your little head." Wonderful story, I'm afraid I have to question whether some of your attitudes are caused by unreliable stories in your little head that is good at making up stories-"

Harry endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help muttering: "Professor, if you don't trust me, will you be hit by me without any defense?"

Snape obviously heard it, and his eyes became terrifying for a moment.

Harry had a hunch that he might have said something seriously wrong, and he wanted to make amends, but he didn't know how.

At this time, Snape's voice sounded again—his voice was low and slippery again, as if in an instant, all the words that annoyed him and seemed to insult him were all gone, just like those Words never came that way.

"Mr. Ravens, why do you think I was hit by you...?"

Oh, Merlin, get out of your face and everything!

Seeing Snape's face clearly, and in his previous life, Harry gasped as he had never seen Snape so angry before, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, and he opened his mouth, deciding to give in anyway—but before the sound came out, Harry felt himself being pushed hard.

He staggered a few steps and fell on the sofa behind him. Before he realized what had happened, he felt his jaw being lifted roughly, and then——

Then! ? ? ?

Harry, who clearly felt his mouth being pierced by a silky - well, anyone who is not a fool would know that it was a tongue - was really numb.

He's starting to feel like he's actually gone to bed, isn't he dreaming now?

He remembered the absurdity of that night, but it was obviously just a mistake, right?

and so……

So what?

Harry sat dumbfounded, his head was a mess, and he felt that if Snape said he had no brains at this moment - he would agree, without hesitation!

The predatory, emotionless kiss didn't really last long.

I don't know if it's because Harry didn't try to resist at all, the hand that was holding Harry's jaw tightly relaxed, and the tongue that was inserted into Harry's mouth became more delicate. It brushed Harry's gums, Rolling another companion who was quietly sleeping, and trying to penetrate deeper...

Harry shuddered suddenly, a small groan overflowed from the dry itching of his throat