When the savior is no longer the savior

Silencing Charm, he said to Draco: "What do you think? Draco, this time the action."

"Me? I—" Draco didn't expect the topic to turn to himself, and he panicked, "I don't—no, I think it's fine."

"good?"

"Yeah, good - good - no problem," Draco said hastily.

Such an answer seemed to please Voldemort.Voldemort smiled slightly: "Then you shouldn't object to accompanying him?"

"What?" Draco didn't understand.

But Voldemort had come to a conclusion, his eyes gleaming with cold pleasure: "Take Draco and show him our purpose - or," he said softly, "you will take a good look, ha Leigh? What's so special about Ravens."

Amidst the loud laughter, Draco was pushed to go out, he was startled and flustered, and in a hurry, he heard someone asking again if he could use the Kedavin Curse——

The owner of the seat responded.

He said no problem.

The former savior of the wizarding world never thought that one day, St. Mungo's crowded seats and green-robed therapists would become one of the sights he didn't want to see, but even though he didn't want to see it in his heart, this way Like many things before, it became something he had to face and solve—no matter how much he wanted to escape in his heart.

With some indescribably complicated emotions, Harry came to the injury hospital that looked like a second-hand clothes market. He didn't go to the consultation desk, just grabbed the list he picked up when he came here last time, and walked directly to the stairs.As for the suspected figure of Draco seen outside the Leaky Cauldron?Harry didn't even think about whether that figure belonged to Draco, let alone catch up to it - at least today, he didn't want to care about these messy things at all.

As the floor went up, the number of crowded patients gradually decreased, which aggravated Harry's uneasiness. He felt that his feet became heavy, and he realized that his palms were sweating... But he still came to the place where he checked last time. place, even though he didn't feel like talking at all at this point—if he hadn't seen someone he didn't expect.

"Madame Dora?" Harry was taken aback by the unexpected encounter, but then he realized it wasn't a mere coincidence.

This is indeed no coincidence.

Dora, who is in her thirties, is wearing a well-made thick fur magic robe, and she is carrying a small fur bag that looks like a style in her hand. Her golden hair has also been carefully groomed, and the ends of her hair are slightly curled.She looked like she had been waiting a long time.

"Harry - can I call you that?" she demanded.

"Yes, ma'am," said Harry.

Dora nodded slightly: "You still decide not to have a child, even if you can already feel that there is a life worth looking forward to growing in your body? Even if it is your own child?"

Harry frowned. Dora's voice was calm enough, but he still felt the annoyance of privacy being violated, which made his voice hard: "Yes, ma'am."

"Why?" asked Dora.

"No reason," Harry said impatiently, "I don't want it, I'm too young, I'm still in school... I shouldn't, I can't keep him..."

"I'll raise it." Dora answered immediately.

"What?" Harry was stunned.

"I'll have it! Harry, if you think you're too young—give it to me. I want a baby, I've always wanted one! Come over whenever you want, and of course, if you want, I can give you a galleon—I mean, the necessary nutrition expenses or something." Dora finished in one breath.

Harry slowly understood the meaning of the other party:

She wanted his baby, his and Snape's.

She was going to pay for his child, and then his child would have nothing to do with him...

The two emotions of absurdity and anger rose in Harry's heart at the same time, and they became so intertwined that Harry could hardly control himself: "I think I made it clear the first time! I'm not short of money, I'm not short of money. would sell my child—”

"Then you're going to kill him!?" Dora yelled sharply.

The two confronted each other in the corridor. Fortunately, no one passed by in the corridor at this time.

Harry was the first to look away. He couldn't hold his anger at a lady for too long, especially when he found that despite her exquisite makeup, she had already grown gray hair and the corners of her eyes were fine.

"I want to ask," said Harry, "how did you know I was here today?"

Dora hesitated for a moment: "I come here often, and most of the therapists on this floor are my good friends. We talked about you again, and she looked very strange. I asked—but she didn't tell me." Ra explained, "Then I got worried and looked through the file while she was away. I apologize for that, Harry."

She bowed to Harry.

"I probably can't help but accept it." Harry said sarcastically, he took a deep breath to calm his anger and irritability, "Mrs. Dora, it's not that I don't want children because I don't want money, I just—just can't help it."

"You just don't care, don't care, don't want—or actually hate him?" But this time, Dora retorted sharply, "No qualified parent would use their child's life to say that there is no way!"

Harry opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"I'll raise it, Harry, I'll raise it. I promise I won't let him interfere with your life, if you want to see him, no problem; if you don't want to see him, I will pay for all his life, I swear I Will love him with all, Harry, whatever his problems - if you don't mind, we can make a contract!" said Dora, looking at Harry with emerald green eyes, and Harry noticed that the other had something wrong with him. A pair of eyes like Lily's, the same color as lake water, looked extremely gentle and soft.

Harry was a little dazed, and then he saw the woman standing in front of him take two steps towards him.He backed away a little helplessly—this was something he didn’t even have in front of Voldemort—and heard Dora begging in a hoarse voice: "For the sake of his being your child, Harry, don't kill him...don't kill him." kill him."

For a moment, Harry's heart clenched in such pain that he almost thought he was going to bend over, roll on the floor, or scream out.

But nothing.

Harry suddenly felt that he was divided into two people. The rational part controlled the body and told Dora in a cold and steady voice that he knew this was his child, so he decided his fate; while the emotional part stood Looking down at the ground from a high position, it is extremely tormented, but there is always nothing that can be done.

Such separations only existed in extreme times, but when Harry returned to his body again, he walked around Dora and was about to push open the door of the treatment room.

But Dora was still closely beside him. She looked at him anxiously, and shouted to him in hope and despair like grasping at a straw: "You will never have children again! Harry, If you don't want him—"

Harry paused in pushing the door, surprised by his own calmness - but he did open and close the door calmly.

Dora's voice died away.

Only then did Harry look into the room, and he saw a therapist sitting behind the desk in the treatment room, who was the older witch who examined Harry last time.

She pursed her lips tightly, her expression was rigid, and her bun was meticulous, just like the always strict Professor McGonagall.She stood up when Harry entered, and said with a sort of resignation, "I think I violated the therapist's code. I'm very sorry, Mr. Ravens."

Harry ignored it, and asked directly: "If I don't want this child, there won't be any in the future, right?"

"Probably so." The old witch said calmly, "It is not easy for a wizard to have children, and you are so young, even a woman is extremely harmful to the body... Are you still determined not to, Mr. Ravens?" She Looking at the boy standing in front of him, he asked.

Harry was silent for a moment: "Can you postpone it for a few more days?"

The older witch frowned: "It's almost four months now, Mr. Ravens. If you delay it any longer, it will be very dangerous... If you delay it any longer, the child has already formed, and you are killing life."

"Just a week..." Harry murmured.

The older witch wanted to say something, but Dora, who had been arguing with Harry outside before, made her have no position to say anything more.She sighed: "This time next week? I hope you don't procrastinate any longer, Mr. Ravens, whether you want it or not. Indefinite procrastination will only make you more and more uncomfortable."

"Thank you," Harry said to the older witch, and he pushed the door open and left.

It was approaching dusk, and the white clouds were stained with crimson and golden yellow, and the buildings on the ground were covered with a golden-red halo, making them look warm and peaceful.

St. Mungo's welcomed another young couple. This couple is obviously happy. The husband is firmly holding his wife's hand, looking around from time to time, as vigilant as a hunting dog guarding a baby— —This is probably not a compliment, but there is no doubt that it makes people envious.

They came to the information desk and asked for a name. After getting a reply, the red-haired wife passed by a pregnant woman. She turned her head and looked enviously: "James, speaking of which, I have always wanted a daughter... ..."

"Okay, okay." The loyal dog wagged its tail.

"We can dress her up, and Il and Harry have a sister too - they'll like it?" Lily thought expectantly.

"Of course, absolutely." The loyal dog said without doubt.

"I thought so too... Harry?" Lily said suddenly.

"That's right, Harry...Harry?" The loyal dog was about to agree, but suddenly realized, "Wait, what Harry, isn't Harry at Hogwarts?"

"That's right." Lily said puzzledly, she turned her head to look again, but she didn't see the figure she saw just now, "I saw it just now... um, did I see it wrong?" She said doubtfully.

"Uh——" James' heart skipped a beat, "I think you must have misread it, right? He's at school now." He said calmly.

Lily looked at James suspiciously: "I think something is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?" James broke out in a cold sweat.

Lily said nothing, but looked at James with her eyes open.

Just at this time, a person turned around and walked out, and suddenly met them face to face.

"Mr. Potter?" It was the lady who turned the corner who spoke first.She was clutching a crocodile leather bag, her nails were long and red, and her hair was in curly, delicate curls, which, to be honest, didn't match her.Of course, the most striking thing is her eyes behind the jeweled glasses-greedy and vicious eyes.

Seeing this man, both James and Lily frowned unhappily.James said, "What is it, Skeeter?"

"Nothing," said Rita, her eyes wandering over James and Lily for a moment. "I have a report next week. I hope I can interview you, Captain Auror."

Then she turned and left.

James breathed a sigh of relief.Not only because of Rita's departure, but also because the previous topic was diverted.He silently murmured 'Thanks Merlin' several times, and said with a smile: "Reporter of "Daily Prophet", you don't know how annoying she really is--today, she was unexpectedly straightforward. Alright, let's go in, Don't keep Bird waiting, Lily."

"...Okay." Lily shrugged her shoulders, temporarily let James go, and pushed open the door and walked in.

The setting sun also fell, and the star curtain rose into the night sky, and the faint brilliance sprinkled on the cobbled road, outlining some light and shadow.

Having already asked for leave, Harry was in no rush to return to Hogwarts, nor did he want to see Snape right away.He was walking on the streets of Knockturn Alley, browsing the shops in the alley at his usual pace, looking for interesting magic books and magic tools, trying to make himself the same as usual.

But it's not the same, it can't be the same.

Harry couldn't lie to himself anymore.

He walked out of another dark shop and walked into a remote doorway, when a bright light unique to the spell suddenly flashed in front of his eyes!

Draco stayed in the corner with the three wizards.He heard his own breathing and the breathing of those around him...he knew one of the heavy breaths was his own, because he heard the jeer of the wizard standing next to him.

It annoyed him a little, but more than annoyed, how could Harry be here?Even if it was said by that one—but the sound of footsteps suddenly came from afar, lonely and monotonous, echoing in the long doorway...

"It's him!"

"Prepare!"

Hearing the people around him say this, Draco suddenly panicked and pulled out his wand tremblingly, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only shrink in the corner, listening to the footsteps approaching slowly and gradually becoming clear...

The red magic light lit up in front of his eyes!

"Come out." Another voice rang out.

Draco opened his mouth, and he looked at the wizards who fell in front of him, not understanding what happened.

How many minutes has it been since the beginning?Is there 1 minute?Three wizards who were about to sneak attack, just like that—knocked down?

'Really special'...is that it?

But that person made it clear that even Avada Kedavra would be fine...is this 'really special'?Want to be ready to face the killing curse from your companions at any time? ...

Darkness approached.Draco, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

The last conversation with Harry a few days ago clearly came to his mind, and at this moment, he realized clearly that maybe Harry really wasn't lying: he didn't do it voluntarily.

No one will willingly face a killing curse from a companion!

"Come out." In the voice from outside, apart from indifference, anger was also added.

Draco shuddered, he walked out of the hiding corner hesitantly, and saw Harry pointing his wand in his direction, his green eyes were particularly bright in the darkness, as sharp as if they were about to burst out in the next moment Like a spell.

"Harry—" Draco was really startled, and he couldn't help but cry out.

Holding the wand, Harry, who was really about to cast a disarming spell on the opponent, froze for a moment. He waved his wrist, and a green light appeared on the top of the wand.

Draco squinted at the sudden light.

After a short silence, Harry, who could see the face of the other party clearly with the Lighting Curse, said, "You are here." He asked again, "Did you know that they use the Killing Curse?"

Draco opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Harry said coldly, "You know."

He said nothing more, put away his wand, turned and left.

104. Treasure

In the Potions Office in the basement, candles burned quietly in chandeliers.

This is in stark contrast to the irritability of the owner of the room.

22:54:49.

Snape couldn't count how many times he looked at the wall clock on the wall. He turned his eyes back to the homework he was grading, trying to calm himself down, but the crooked English didn't obey him. The mind, on the contrary, distorts and fuses on the paper, becoming a row of huge numbers - or time.

Eight hours have passed.It's almost nine hours.

Nothing will happen to Harry.Snape told himself again.Although he has never been very happy to get involved between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, but this does not mean that he will ignore Harry's true level.

As long as it wasn't Voldemort - or even Voldemort - who really wanted to keep Harry, there would be a price to pay.And if Voldemort had any sense, he would know that this was not the time to go to war.

Nothing will happen to Harry.Snape said to himself again.He just needs a little time, a little time to calm down.That's his kid... that's mine too.

Snape thought so.It was a strange experience: he clearly felt his heart beating with the thought, and then he seemed to be soaked in warm water, and his whole body felt a kind of lazy comfort.It's not the kind of peace and tranquility that you have with Harry, it's a little more gentle, a little more flat, but it's also impossible to ignore, they're not actually the same, but at the end of the day, they're the same thing, just think about it a little bit , as if you can forget all the annoying and unpleasant things...

But immediately, Snape's heart was wrapped in severe cold again.

He no longer exists.

under my default.thought Snape.A pain that cannot be expressed in words seized him.He began to clearly realize that such a decision may be the most correct and reasonable so far, but at the same time, it is very cruel...very, very cruel.

Do I regret it?Snape asked himself this, he couldn't answer, he did suffer from the loss of his child, but if the child's existence was at Harry's risk...

...Harry will regret it.Another thought crept into Snape's mind, unwilling to be alone.This made Snape suddenly feel annoyed that he was seen through, and he couldn't help but argue with himself: Regret?Why do you think so?

He has always been so righteous and kind.

This is his own idea!He favored Voldemort above all others!

That's just a habit, he hasn't figured it out yet.

You see, you said that he didn't understand it!

But you always knew.

……

You always knew that he was going to regret it, when he lost his child, when he came to his senses from his frenzied pursuit of Voldemort...he was going to regret it, that was his child, the continuation of his life.

……

You despicably kept silent because you couldn't bear the pain of losing him.In such a situation, you can't bear it just by imagining it.

I didn't-

You carefully induce him, but do not take the initiative to make any decisions, just to keep him from resenting you when he wakes up and regrets deeply.

……

But how could he not hate you?When he understands, he will find that he cannot forgive himself, nor can he forgive you.He is the murderer and you are the accomplice.You killed your own children with your own hands.

……

He will leave you.Severus Snape.

The heavy bell rang suddenly, breaking the silence in the office.

Snape woke up from the illusion, and found that he seemed to have gone through a strenuous exercise, and felt tired from the inside.

It's eleven o'clock at night.

It's time to watch the night...he hasn't come back yet.

Snape stood up, put on his robes, and buttoned them as he walked out, not noticing that he had buttoned a button in the wrong place.

During curfew, the cellar belonging to Slytherin is generally quiet, and snakes that are keen on hibernating are not as energetic as lions—or to put it bluntly, the education they received from childhood made them more accustomed to obeying rules and being strong.

But today was a surprise.

When Snape walked through the corridor towards the Slytherin lounge, he saw a man standing by the entrance looking around, pacing back and forth, visibly flustered and absent-minded.

"Who's there?" At this time there was no light in the corridor, Snape shook his wand and cast a light spell, asking sternly.

The figure at the entrance stopped suddenly.

Snape walked in quickly, and he quickly saw who was standing there: "Draco?" He frowned, "Here - what are you waiting for?"

"I..." Draco stammered, "Professor, I... I want to ask, is Harry there?"

Harry hasn't answered Hogwarts yet!This result was not unexpected, but Snape's heart still sank—of course, it didn't show on his face: "Ravens isn't inside? Slytherin..." Snape said His eyes swept over Draco's face, and after seeing the anxious and hesitant expression in his eyes, he suddenly stopped, "Have you seen Harry?"

Draco hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Where? When?" Snape asked immediately.

"The doorway in Knockturn Alley." Draco's tone was a little erratic.

"Don't lie! Draco!" Snape snapped.

"I didn't!" Draco retorted violently, "I just—"

"Just what?" Snape asked.

"I..." Draco said nothing.

Snape stared at Draco with his obsidian eyes.

Draco's forehead gradually broke out with fine sweat, and the menacing gaze shot in front of him made him look away involuntarily. If he didn't know the form of insanity, he would have thought that Snape was spying on him His secret... That kind of gaze made him feel that he was completely seen through...

"When?" Snape said suddenly, his voice had returned to calm.

"what?"

"When did you meet Harry," Snape repeated.

"Evening - around 07:30 in the evening." Draco said hastily.

"Yes." Snape replied lightly, "Go back and rest."

"What about Harry?" Draco asked a little worried.

"I'll go to him," Snape said simply. "Also, you owl your father a letter, telling him I'll go and talk to him in a couple of days."

Draco obviously wanted to ask more questions, but Snape had already chased him back to the common room.

Then, he returned to the cellar, sent a message to Dumbledore with the Patronus, briefly explained the matter, and hurried to Knockturn Alley through the fireplace.

Harry wasn't actually in Knockturn Alley at this moment - not too difficult to understand, after all it had been hours - but not far from Knockturn Alley.

He drinks at the Leaky Cauldron.

alone.

This pub that bridged the Muggle and wizarding worlds didn't look all that glamorous - at least not as glamorous as it served to serve.It's just a bar, an ordinary, popular, kind of profitable bar.

One night passed, and the guests in the bar changed two or three batches. Harry, who had been here since eight o'clock, stubbornly guarded his territory, and poured another glass of beer down his throat.

He already felt groggy.

Why am I here?Harry, who was half drunk, asked himself seriously.

Because of Voldemort?Because of Draco?Because of my child?

Yes, that's right, my boy... because of him!But, haven't I already decided not to?he thought dully.No big deal, I'll still have... oh well, I forgot again, probably won't have any more...

so what should I do now?stay?What if Voldemort turned his attention to this child?

Oh, yes...and Professor Snape.He's waiting for me to go back... But is he really waiting for me?Why didn't he seem to like the kid at all?Maybe he doesn't like me that much either?It's just because of Lily, Lily...Harry was thinking wildly under the influence of alcohol. He held the glass in both hands, took another sip of beer, and his posture was as obedient as drinking milk before going to bed.

This caught the attention of those at other tables.

One of the wizards in his 20s winked at his companions, and came over to chat with him with a glass of wine: "Hey, what's your name?" He asked softly, "You don't look like you graduated from Hogwarts yet."

Harry ignored it, lost in his own thoughts.

The wizard sitting next to Harry said a few more words, but there was still no response.He was a little annoyed, and just as he was about to reach out, he heard a low voice from behind: "You'd better take your hand back."

What?The wizard turned his head inexplicably, but before he could see anything clearly, he only knew that a person in black robe passed him by.He turned his head back again, only to find that a somber and indifferent wizard walked in front of the person he wanted to talk to.

Isn't it here to find trouble?That was the wizard's first reaction.But then he realized that he was wrong-although the wizard who came to him still had a gloomy face, he was very careful in pulling him up—or helping him up.And the guy who was sitting here, who had been silent all this time, grinned at him, with a smile over his eyes and brows.

The two walked out of the bar hand in hand.

The wizard rubbed his nose and sat back beside his companion. Unsurprisingly, he received some good-natured ridicule, and he himself laughed a few times before he said somewhat disappointedly: "Oh, it's been a night, and there are all kinds of jokes. Lord's..."

Coming out of the Leaky Cauldron, Snape didn't go back to Hogwarts, but took Harry to Apparate to Spider's End.

He opened the door, and noticed the painful and uncomfortable look on the face of the person he was leading.

This made Snape curse in a low voice, he put Harry on the sofa, strode into the work room, searched for a few bottles of potions that he had prepared before, and had no side effects, and he was going to give them to Harry Drinking, only to find that the person who was supposed to be on the sofa had already opened the door of the bathroom staggeringly...

In the end, Snape, who seldom saw Harry drunk—except for the first time—was worried. Not only did he follow into the washroom, but he also put the hot water on and took Harry's place slowly. Get off your clothes and let him walk into the bathtub...

White mist rises from the water, and together with the transparent soap bubbles, it swims freely in the warm air.

Harry lay in the bathtub, his eyes closed, as if dozing off.His exposed skin had already turned a tinge of red due to the hot water.

Snape's gaze rested on Harry's shoulder for a moment, then he forced himself to look away, fixed his gaze on Harry's face, nudged Harry slightly, and whispered, "Don't fall asleep .”

"I didn't sleep." Harry said angrily.His outstretched hand tugged at Lasnape.

"Huh?" Snape leaned closer.

Harry threw his head back, looking at Snape with wide eyes.

"?" Snape didn't understand.

Harry scowled angrily, and continued to watch without giving up.

"What's wrong?" Snape was confused.

Harry straightened up resentfully, took the initiative to bite Snape, was dissatisfied, and took another bite.

A tooth mark appeared on Snape's face.He looked at Harry silently.

Harry blinked his emerald green eyes, sending an innocent signal.But looking at it, especially when his eyes wandered to the tooth mark, he still couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Snape's face darkened more than a little.

Harry hastily suppressed his smile, leaned over and kissed him flatteringly.

no response.

Kiss again.

shaken.

kiss deeply.

Responded.

Kiss decisively.

After going back and forth a few times, Snape was lured into the bathtub filled with water by Harry while still wearing his clothes.

The hot water, still steaming white, overflowed the bathtub and slapped on the tiles on the floor.

Harry's smile was as bright as a cat's, and he quickly turned over and pinned Snape under him, so fast that he didn't look drunk at all.

But that overly bright smile and eyes that were almost as bright as jewels proved that Harry was indeed drunk.

The water soaked the clothes and stuck to the skin, making it uncomfortably sticky.To make matters worse, Snape clearly felt the tension in his body, he frowned, suppressed, and pushed Harry: "Stop messing around, Harry..."

Harry moved closer to Snape suddenly.He didn't smile like before, and even his eyes became very serious.

Snape's hand was still on Harry's shoulder, but it had lost the strength.

Harry's forehead touched Snape's, he touched the other's lips lightly, then touched...

Maybe it was Harry, maybe it was Snape, in short, one person took the initiative, and the other catered to them. They kissed, touched, exchanged saliva, breath, and even body heat in a small space.

Snape's palm lingered on Harry's body, his eyes were focused and hot, as if he was treating a pair of rare and precious potions—carefully understanding, carefully analyzing, and then adding every bit of ingredient, every special , use your eyes, use your palms, and keep in mind.

In the hot and humid air, there were intermittent gasps.

Harry leaned against Snape, his chin resting lazily on his shoulder, his arms around his waist, his legs bent apart, half submerged and half out of the water.

Suddenly, Harry opened his eyes, arched his back, tensed his hands and feet at the same time—

Snape's arms followed suit, he hugged Harry into his arms, and waited for the warm body in his arms to stop trembling and relax...

"Professor?" Harry's voice suddenly sounded hoarse.

Still holding the person, Snape wasn't sure if the other person was awake, he tried to lift himself up, but the opposite force acting on his body stopped him from moving.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked, waving his hand and using his wand to reheat the cold water.

"Nothing," said Harry muffled.Then, a kiss landed on Snape's shoulder.

Snape froze for a moment.But this didn't stop Harry from moving, he pulled the other's clothes away, and kissed slowly along the chest, all the way to the lower abdomen, until the one that had already stood up.

Harry didn't stop, he took the thing in his mouth.

Snape's body tightened suddenly, then slowly relaxed again.He pressed Harry's head lightly with his palm, and the soft black hair ran through his fingers, froze playfully.

This is mine.thought Snape.

All mine...the only, the best, the one and only.he thought definitely.

Nothing could bring him down any more.

Silent all night.

The next day, when Harry opened his eyes and really woke up, the first thing he felt was pain, pain from head to body, pain everywhere.

Did I wrestle with the Hungarian Horntail yesterday and get stepped on by it?Harry thought in wonder, sat up with his head supported, and saw Snape sitting beside him with a gloomy face.

"Professor...?" Harry didn't know why he felt guilty.

Snape waved his wand, and a row of more than five crystal bottles slowly floated in front of Harry: "Drink it."

Harry felt furious: "What are these?"

"To relieve headaches, to relieve body aches, to treat colds, as well as calming potions and nutritional potions." Snape said coldly.

Harry's heart was even weaker, he coughed: "Well, Professor, I didn't mean to..."

"On purpose?" Snape asked.

"Drunk," Harry whispered.

"Hmm." Snape was noncommittal.

"And..." Harry stammered, "that kid..."

"Huh?" Snape raised his tone.

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again.He clasped his hands several times, and then let go. He finally opened his mouth, calm and steady, without any hesitation.

"I want to keep this child, Professor. He is my child."

"He is our child."

Harry said so.

Snape stared at Harry, and after a few seconds, he ran his hand through Harry's hair.

"Okay," he said, "this is our boy."

that's all?It's that simple?Nothing else?Harry blinked his eyes, and suddenly a strong sense of unrealism rose in his heart.

This sense of illusion lasted until the next morning. When he was in the Hogwarts auditorium in front of all the teachers and students, he got the "Daily Prophet" and opened the third page. The 15-year-old genius wizard has an illegitimate child! ", and seeing the name Harry Ravens appear under the headline, he sprayed all the milk in his mouth on the newspaper in his hand.

There was a brief commotion in the auditorium.Afterwards, one after another gazes pierced Harry's body like steel needles...

Harry felt that the world was not real anymore.

The author has something to say: If you succeed in charging [-], act like a baby with your eyes wide open like Xiaoha: Is there a reward?

Keep working hard, um~ I suddenly found that I seem to be fixed at 10 o'clock, um...

105. Ordinary and smart

The whispering voices of the people in the auditorium gathered together, buzzing, like thousands of flies flying around their ears together.

Cold sweat broke out on Harry's body. He wiped his sweaty forehead, and shook immediately without thinking about returning the half-eaten donut in his hand