[HP] Elephant of Time

However, in fact, his time has not been cut off. The time line created by this nothingness has stirred the flow of time. Although there are no major problems yet, rules are rules, and we hope to correct that period of time... ..."

The sound of the explosion of magic power even overwhelmed the ringing of the bell. This virtual space, which looked exactly like the Kars Mansion, was shattered into pieces under the impact of huge magic power—Harry radiated magic power in an instant because of his anger, and directly blew up the space.

When he came back to his senses, Harry was standing in the center of Kars Mansion, the weird clock disappeared without a trace, and the surrounding area was in a mess as if swept by a hurricane, and all the exquisite utensils were turned into a pile of rubbish .

And the black-haired and black-eyed potion master stood in front of him gloomyly, apparently displeased because the potion was half-done and was disturbed by the noise outside.

Harry shivered, the mess around him only made Snape's mood worse.

"Mr. Harry Potter." Snape's soft voice made Harry feel even more creepy in this scene, "May I ask what you did to my hall? Maybe you miss your lion's den, but obviously this It's my house."

"Uh... I'm tidying up?" The blue-eyed lion turned his head, trying to pretend to be a fool to pass the test.

"Given that I just came up from the basement, do you think that boiling potions will eat up my IQ, or do you think my brain is as messed up as the mess around you?" Snape sneered, returning to his true colors as a potions professor. , "Potter, what the hell happened? Do you think I'm going to believe all the stupid excuses your barren brain is coming up with?"

The potions master walked briskly to the only clean floor in the chaotic space - exactly where Harry had seen the clock earlier - a huge infinity symbol was engraved on it, with the ring of Möbius connected end to end .

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry: "The savior wants to express now... this is engraved because of your noble personal preference?"

——This is really unacceptable.

So Harry confessed everything honestly.

After listening to it, the potion master rubbed the center of his brows, feeling very, very tired, tired!

"Mr. Potter, anyone whose IQ has reached the lowest level of an adult knows that he should at least listen to the conditions of the other party in the negotiation before making a basic judgment, instead of running away magically like being kicked in the head by a Hippogriff. My house has become..." He looked around in disgust, and spit out the last words, "... a pile of garbage."

After saying so, Snape checked Harry's body with a wave of his wand to make sure that the hot-headed lion had not suffered any permanent damage from the magical runaway.

He can't afford to pay the Order of the Phoenix a Harry Potter!

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

Looking at Snape's indifferent expression, Harry didn't worry about the future, nor did he have any doubts about the Carls family, as if what Harry said just now wasn't that someone was going to erase the fact that "Snape survived", but rather It's like "today's weather is nice".

"Use your brain, Potter."

Snape cleaned up his own chaotic hall - with the magic bonus of Kars House, it was not difficult to do it, and even if left alone, the house would slowly return to its original state.Otherwise, why do you think the Potions Professor can continue to endure the gold and red eyes, instead of changing the decoration in the first place when the memory and magic power are restored.

"I don't think your memory capacity is enough to forget what happened just a few days ago."

Harry suddenly thought of the night that had made him want to dig a hole and bury himself.

"...that blue bird!" That deal.

"Luckily the Savior doesn't need an appointment with St. Mungo's Brain Magic Injury Unit yet."

"You already knew?"

"Well, apparently I know how to use what's around my neck instead of making it an ornament."

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- Apparently I know how to use what's around my neck instead of making it an ornament.

Harry didn't notice that when the potions master said this, there was an indecipherable complex expression on his face, and his deep and dark eyes were fixed on the side of Harry's face, as if he was trying to interpret something unsolved for thousands of years. problem.

The caution of the double agent quickly allowed Snape to cover up his out-of-control emotional outpouring, and the indifference and sarcasm that remained unchanged for thousands of years replaced the complexity, pressing it deeply behind the barriers of his mind.

Everything that happened in that instant just now was just a secret in the blink of an eye.

"...time, time..." Harry muttered silently, trying to recall the deal proposed by the blue firebird that he overheard that day, "find, repair and manufacture."

A spark of inspiration flashed through his brain: "Repair and time... Maybe it refers to the time-turner! It is the last time-turner in the wizarding world!"

The Potions Master's response to this statement was to stand up from the sofa and go straight to the basement, moving as silently and quickly as in a Slytherin cellar, the silky voice drifting away as the people left.

"Mr. Potter, don't worry, I think this is my own business, and I don't need anyone to make decisions for me."

Having left the Dark Lord and the old headmaster, no one else wants to continue to interfere in his life - even the savior of the wizarding world does not have this privilege!

"I just care about you!" Harry stood up, staring at Snape's back, wondering why someone could regard his own life as less important than doing potion experiments underground.

This sentence seemed to hit a non-existent joke in Snape. He stopped, turned to look at Harry, and sneered. It sounded like he couldn't tell whether it was pleasure or sarcasm——Harry delusional persecution Serious Potter felt more like the latter.

"I'm not interested in the concern of the savior, Potter. If you still have extra time and energy to do these things that have nothing to do with you, why not find a way to save your hopeless design talent..."

A blueprint was floated in front of Harry, and the messy lines on it made the Gryffindor Lion blush immediately.

Snape didn't stop, however.

"...or you could try to save Gryffindor's miserable friendship, though I scoff at that myself."

The puzzled expression on Harry's face seemed to satisfy the evil taste that the potions master didn't even bother to hide. Snape provoked a malicious sneer, and the light of "as I expected" flashed in his black eyes.

"Look, look, I thought that after five years, you should have gained something other than turning yourself into a lunatic. Now it looks like you haven't thought about anything?"

Harry looked at Snape in bewilderment. Didn't the snake ever speak without obliquely?

"Weasley is not a good subject to keep a secret - besides, almost the entire wizarding world knows that the Savior has returned with a high profile with the former Death Eater, don't you think-"

"Don't say that about yourself," Harry interrupted Snape.

The moment they heard it, they understood what Snape wanted to say. They obviously returned to the wizarding world but didn't find any friends. They obviously didn't see Ron and Hermione at the entrance of the Weasley joke shop. What would they think?

But before those thoughts, his instincts responded to the word "ex-Death Eater", even if it came from Severus Snape himself - perhaps because it came from the Potions Master. , and he didn't want to hear such a slightly insulting way of addressing him.

Snape raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkened again, looking at Harry Potter as if he were looking at a magical animal.

Finally, without saying anything, he disappeared through the entrance to the basement.

London, a coffee shop.

The able-bodied brown-haired woman hurriedly pushed open the glass door, putting aside the voices of "Welcome" from the waiters, she looked around the entire cafe with an urgent expression, and finally saw a black-haired friend sitting behind a certain potted plant He was relieved, smiled and signaled to the waiter that he already had a seat, and then walked quickly to sit down opposite his friend.

"Harry! How are you? Why are you with Professor Snape? I didn't expect you to be here. How is your life? Is there enough money?"

"Stop! Stop!" Harry looked at Hermione Weasley, who instantly turned back to being a Hogwarts student, with a bit of a headache, the familiar headache of his friend's curiosity and thirst for knowledge beyond ordinary people— The waiter next to him had already looked at them quietly many times, and that familiar look reminded Harry of how neighbors in the small town gossip with each other, they thought they were hiding but were taken away by the savior and potions master fundus.

"Hermione, I'm fine, just... calm down first, what can I order? The desserts in this shop are not bad."

Hermione's weird face for a moment made Harry feel that his tone was a bit like Dumbledore who likes sweets, but he quickly relieved and said to his friend with a smile: "If Headmaster Dumbledore can come here, he must not I’ll sell some cockroach piles.” However, he knew very well that the old headmaster might not really like those foods so much, perhaps, he just used sweets to replace some kind of memories that could not be recalled or forgotten.

Hermione covered her mouth. There were crystal tears in the eyes of this strong witch. Unlike when Harry left the wizarding world, this time they were tears of relief.

"Oh, Harry. I know that your appearance in Diagon Alley means that you are doing well now, but I didn't expect you...to be so good...you have changed so much." back to life, life