[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

The man's oppressive aura was aimed at the waiter below, and the waiter carefully retracted his gaze, as if all the well-trained etiquette had returned, he straightened the silver tray, and the scattered goblets returned to the tray , just a bit of bright red on the tray remained, but it couldn't attract the waiter's special attention.

At this time, the organizer of the banquet came forward to apologize. Rao Severus was still dissatisfied and did not pursue it any further. He waved his hand and let the waiter go. It was just a sudden incident before and he didn't notice anything. After careful observation, Severus How can you not understand what happened to the accident just now!

It's just... the skin of the vampire will have burn marks when it is scratched by the silverware, not to mention that the blood dripping on the silverware should boil and turn black until it evaporates dry. Before, Severus used Harry's blood After doing an experiment, although the reaction was not as severe as Harry said, it was also different from that of a human being. However, the blood drop on the silver plate that the waiter was holding just now did not change at all, as if it was normal.

"You're a good means." Severus turned sideways slightly and snorted coldly.

Harry sat up straight, took out a handkerchief with his right hand and wiped the sporadic blood on the back of his left hand casually. The waiter didn't scratch deeply, and Harry didn't pay much attention. Seeing that the wound was still oozing blood, he put the handkerchief on his left hand On the table, smiled slightly: "Don't you know me, sir? If I hadn't been suspected, how could I reveal the identity of Saint-Germans."

Severus raised his eyebrows, the young man's expression and demeanor had indeed restrained a lot, but his personality didn't seem to have changed at all.

"Sir, why don't you sit down and talk?" The calmer Harry was, the more anger gathered in Severus' chest.

Sitting down with a sullen face, Severus was able to look at the young man more closely. Just like what he saw just now, Harry five years later was not as ostentatious as before, but seemed to have dissipated all his anger. Same, with an unhealthy smell.

But he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, Severus frowned and remained silent with a dark face.

On the other side, although Draco was chatting with others, he had been paying attention to Harry's side. Seeing that the atmosphere here had started to calm down again, he was a little bit dumbfounded.

The godfather's awkwardness is not something that happens every day or two, but Harry, who has always been straightforward and straightforward, always thinks about his words when he meets the godfather. It's really shocking that the two of them don't know what to say when they meet again five years later. have no choice.

I just thought about the past, but I thought that I should let them solve the emotional matters by themselves. I am just a cowardly loser emotionally, so why bother to intervene in other people's feelings and do "guidance".

Thinking of this, the bitterness on the platinum youth's face disappeared in an instant.

The silence between the two was no longer tacit and harmonious as it was five years ago, but added a lot of embarrassment that there was nothing to say, even if Harry wanted to say something, he didn't know what to say.When he met Severus himself, he couldn't remember a word of the remarks he made in front of Gellert. In fact, those words were just making excuses. It's just that he can't let go of his self-esteem and admits that the person he likes treats him like a scourge - that angel potion is really the biggest rejection for the vampires.

"What's the matter with your hand?" The voice next to him interrupted Harry's divergent thinking, and when he came back to his senses, the man sitting a full distance away from him was staring at his left hand in displeasure.

Harry lowered his head, looking at the handkerchief soaked in bright red with some surprise, the wound didn't heal by itself but kept oozing blood.

Perhaps noticing the surprise on Harry's face, the man stood up and said in a deep voice, "Come with me."

Harry was even more surprised, but habitually stood up obediently and followed the man's footsteps.

In terms of familiarity with the Roskaway exchange seminar, Harry was far inferior to Severus, and naturally he didn't know that the participants of the seminar could use other reasons to quit midway, but he could guess that since it was After driving for three days, everyone must have a suite for rest, and sure enough, Severus took him up to the second floor.

"It's not a bad arrangement." Harry followed Severus into the room and took a look around.

Severus was obviously familiar with this room, took out the medicine box from the cabinet on the right, raised his chin towards the sofa beside him, "Sit."

Harry's movements paused, walked over to sit down, and naturally raised his left hand to rest on the armrest of the sofa to facilitate Severus' movements.

Watching the man disinfect himself with alcohol, Harry suddenly said, "It hurts."

Severus' movements froze for a moment, and he retracted the cotton swab soaked in alcohol, as if he was thinking of something else to disinfect.

Harry was silent for a moment and then laughed out loud, the sly and mischievous smile familiar to Severus five years ago returned to the face of the pale young man in front of him: "You liar, the vampires are not afraid of alcohol! "

The veins on Severus' forehead twitched happily, and the cotton swab in his hand seemed to land firmly on the wound on the back of Harry's hand, but Harry could only feel the gentleness of the man's movements.

"When I first met you, you also asked me to sit down, and then wanted to treat my wound." Harry's expression was gentle, "It's just that I was still young at that time, and I was in the early rebellious period, but instead It pissed you off and wasted your kindness. But that was the first time you gave me something, even though it was a bandage and ointment that fell into my arms."

Severus' movements slowed down, and his voice was the same as Harry remembered, as low and magnetic as the finest double bass: "Oh?"

"You may not remember." Harry whispered, with nostalgic eyes in his eyes, "It happened many years ago. At that time, you were often in Saint-Germont, and I was not this face."

Hearing this, Severus really recalled some very vague impressions from his memory. In fact, he spent very little time in Saint-Germain. During the period of researching Voldemort's potion to control the nobles, Severus Springs was actually not a good person, and the number of times of kindness was only a handful.There was indeed a kid who didn't know good and evil, but the face of that kid had been blurred by the years, and all Severus could remember was the despair and hatred burning in those eyes and the deep unwillingness.

"You were not cute when you were a kid." Severus snorted and began to apply the ointment to Harry.

"Ah, it's really not cute." Harry chuckled, delighted because Severus still remembered himself, "I had already started the task of Knockturn Alley at that time, but I hadn't learned how to disguise myself better, A little unlovable in character."

Severus threw away the used cotton swabs, tidied up the contents of the medicine cabinet and put them back where they belonged. When he turned around, he saw that Harry had already walked to the window.

Raising his eyebrows, Severus sat down on the sofa and looked at the young man surrounded by sunlight: "Your wounds heal very slowly compared to ordinary people."

Harry leaned against the window lattice and shrugged: "Probably because of the potion I used, or maybe it has something to do with the silverware that the waiter used."

"Potion?"

"Well, neutralize the toxins that have a problem in my body." Harry looked at the look of the man sitting on the sofa through the window glass, with a smile spreading across his face, "Because I want to live."

Severus watched the young man suddenly turn around and take a few steps to the left to block the sunlight that poured into the room. He raised his arms in a gesture of embracing the sunlight, and the smile on his face was as dazzling as it was five years ago: " [Let the fame that all seek be recorded forever on our tombstones, that we may gain immortal glory in the shame of death; however gluttonous time devours everything, we will strive to gain our fame while this breath is still alive, Let the sickle of time not hurt us; our life may end, but our reputation shall last forever.] (from Shakespeare's "Love's Labour's Labour")"

Severus sat there, the figure of the young man was reflected in the black eyes, the young man who was supposed to be a dark creature was dazzling like an angel in the Bible.

Harry walked towards Severus step by step, then bent down to the man's ear as he did five years ago, lowered his voice, and murmured like lovers rubbing their ears together: "The time of life is short; to spend that shortness basically, it would be too long .”

——Life is so short, if you waste your time, then a short life will become too long.

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