[Twilight, HP] Wizards and Vampires

The winter rain was pattering outside the window, and the dark night was permeated with Fox's unique winter dampness. Harry even felt that it might turn into real snowflakes in the next few hours, instead of frozen stiff ice particles.

He had gotten an email from Bella a few hours earlier, saying she had finally convinced Renee to come to Forks for school in January.Of course, Harry's boyfriend was specifically mentioned in the email.

"...I still can't believe Harry that you actually have a boyfriend, I mean I always thought you were joking. Anyway, I'd love to see what he really is. But you Don't let Charlie know, because no matter who your boyfriend is, he will come straight to your door with a pistol..."

Yes, he and Edward had a "tryst" in his bedroom almost every night, but Charlie didn't know it.If the taciturn father suddenly found out about this matter, he would definitely confine himself to death, let alone Edward.It's time for Karen's vampire identity to be exposed in front of him...

Thinking of this, the green-eyed boy couldn't help but shudder.As for Renee...he sighed, he still can't predict the behavior of that mother...

"Oh, my beloved boy, you are not suitable for frowning, you are still suitable for a sweet lily-like smile, although it is not blooming for me..." The gray-green snake crawled along the corner of the table to Harry ．On Swan's wrist, he looped his body into a bracelet shape.

Medusa's hiss interrupted his thoughts.Anyway, let's talk about it then... After a while the Gryffindor's optimism dispelled Harry's worries.

At least it was safe for now, because Sheriff Swann had just returned to his bedroom, and he wouldn't be in his house again until morning.

"Thank you, Medusa," Harry said gently, "but why don't you go to bed? I'm going to start work tonight."

He grabbed Medusa by the wrist and put it on the bed.

Apart from the windows, the walls around the bedroom have been cast with defensive and soundproofing spells.

Roughly the same purpose, but different appearance, Harry sighed as he stared at the pile of herbs he had pieced together on the Internet.

He had tried it twice before.

Whether he could successfully come up with a palliative medicine from this pile of things, Harry didn't hold out much hope.

At this time, he missed that greasy old bat in Slytherin, the greatest Potions professor... Maybe he was here, and his magic problem would have been solved long ago.

A few minutes later, Harry.Swan gritted his teeth, frowned, carefully put a small amount of material into the steamer, and carefully stirred with a glass rod from the school's chemistry laboratory.

After a while, the medicine in the steamer bubbled and gave off a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Harry stared at the bubbling and bubbling strange liquid, ready to give himself a protective armor at any time.

The color of the potion gradually changed, and it turned into a deep purple.It seems that the nature of the liquid is fairly stable, and there is no danger of frying pans.

Completely different colors and failed again?That's normal. After all, it's an alternative material, so the dosage and mixing method should be different.

The green-eyed boy adjusted his glasses and lowered his head to record the ratio of his failed recipe.He has recorded the formula after the first two failures, and Harry believes that he will sum up the successful experience from it sooner or later.

And the failed recipes are not useless, because they may be the birth of a new medicine.For example, the potion vapor dispensed last time has the effect of intoxication, and it will delay the onset. Harry named it "drunk liquid". The effect of the "drunk liquid" did not take effect until an hour later, when Edward.Karen has just arrived.Harry just remembered slamming headfirst into the vampire's hard, broad chest, dazed, and hurting the bridge of his nose from his glasses.

He couldn't remember what happened after that. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he saw the pale and handsome vampire sitting on the bedside and staring at him for a long time, then frowned and asked, "What did you do last night?" Have you been drinking?"

Harry quickly denied it, and just as he was about to ask him what he did last night, the vampire hurried away from the window, and then Charlie came to wake him up and cook.

What did I do to him when I was drunk?Harry was still wondering, in fact, he always thought he had a good drink.Come to think of it, he hadn't told Edward that he wasn't drunk from drinking.At the same time, he was also thankful that he did not have a magic riot during this period and became a human bomb.

Finish your notes, Harry.Swan observed the pot of potion for a long time, took out the glass bottle placed next to it, and prepared to fill a small bottle of potion for samples.

These experimental methods are what he learned from the movies.If Hermione were here, she would never have imagined that the former savior would be so patient in researching potions.After all, he was fed up with the days of worrying about magic riots or magic mutations every day.Of course, it was easy for him to forget about it when Edward was around.

He carefully filled the bottle with the failed potion, and when he was about to seal the bottle, a sudden figure made his hand tremble, and the glass bottle fell into the pot, splashing a few drops of dark purple liquid.

When the armor body appeared, Harry's vision blurred, and a cold and hard arm pulled him back directly behind the table.

When the liquid splashed on the floor, there was a "sizzling" sound, and white smoke rose up. Small holes were pierced out of the wooden floor, and shallow potholes were corroded on the concrete floor below.

Harry stared dumbfounded at his handiwork.

This failed agent is actually more corrosive than concentrated sulfuric acid...

"God, Harry, what are you doing?" Edward.Karen let go of the boy in his arms, and stared at the pot of strange liquid that was still bubbling with lingering fear, wishing to throw it out of the window with his eyes.Then he turned angrily to Harry.Swan, "I just came a little early, and you gave me such a surprise!"

It was true that Harry hadn't made any potions in front of his troubled boyfriend, and he had completely forgotten to tell him about it.

"Cough——, you came an hour earlier today." Blinking his green eyes innocently, Harry looked at the frowning vampire and said slowly, "Edward, you know I'm a wizard, think about the TV What do you think I'm doing in the movies? Isn't that normal!"

The vampire stared at the "wizard" for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "Yes...it's very normal for you to do this, I'm too surprised, your spell can protect yourself...well, Sooner or later, I'll get used to it." He sat on the edge of the bed, and there was even a trace of frustration in his tone.

Maybe it's because when encountering such a thing, the vampire's nervous reflex system always runs faster than the brain.Harry silently slandered his boyfriend in his heart, then he hesitated for a while and leaned next to the vampire, pouted: "Actually, I'm not good at this, but I have to try it, because my magic power is not stable enough , I need the help of potions. So... Please don't be present when I brew potions, because I don't know if these potions with unknown effects can kill vampires, maybe they can corrode your hard skin. "

Edward.Karen glanced at him, seemed annoyed, but somehow became amused afterwards.His golden eyes flashed twice: "I will dodge in time, you know my speed. Harry, so I want to watch you from the side..."

At that moment, Harry.Swann was almost mesmerized by those beautiful golden eyes.

He wanted to give Edward a kiss, but he just stared into his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to look away.Then he said dryly, "Oh, yes, vampires are also curious. After all, I am the first living wizard you have ever seen."

Then he turned his head, swallowed quietly, and despised his behavior of "dissatisfaction with desire".

During this time, Edward.Most of Karen's eyes were the golden color he liked, and he could hardly see the pure and depressing darkness before. It seemed that he was in a good mood.Harry was fine with that, and although he couldn't kiss and make out like normal lovers, he was glad he could make Edward happy.

So the green-eyed boy shrugged indifferently: "I will remember to add an armor for you in time. Edward, I am proficient enough in this spell."

When he turned his head, he saw the handsome and pale vampire was also staring at him deeply, his eyes focused and gentle.

He looked away again and sighed secretly, took out a glass bottle from the cabinet and carefully filled a bottle of potion.

After one "cleaned up", the dark purple liquid in the steamer disappeared completely, and the other "recovered", the potholes on the ground disappeared completely, and the floor returned to its original state.

When he turned around, the vampire was already standing beside him.

There was rare excitement in his tone: "What kind of magic is this? It's quite amazing!"

"Cleaned and restored. Obviously, they do what they're called," Harry explained.For a while, he no longer shy away from using magic in front of Edward, but most of them are small life magic, and there are often minor problems due to unstable magic power.Even if Edward hadn't said anything, Harry knew he must think he was a poor wizard.But he doesn't intend to argue because of this, because right now, he is indeed very unqualified.

After that, he didn't speak again, but just lowered his head and packed up the remaining potions, while Edward.Karen also remained silent.