[HP] Secret help

"The door was closed with a sound.

ninth glass bead

After seven days, Harry Potter was sitting on this bed again. He propped his elbows and buried his face in his palms. The curtains were not drawn tightly, and a narrow line of light was cast through the gap.

Snape closed the door, approached Harry, and lightly touched the top of his head with his glass: "Maybe a hot drink?"

Harry raised his head, and the narrow moonlight just shone on his left eye, like a cracked emerald in the eye socket. He took the glass of milk and muttered, "Thank you."

Snape sneered, "Back to manners again?"

Harry had just taken a big gulp of milk, with half a circle of white milk stains stuck to his mouth, he raised his head to stare at Snape, crunching the glass in his hand: "You're a bastard, Snape, a complete , hypocritical bastard."

Snape said, "It comes out of your mouth, Potter, and you don't always realize it."

He paused, and pouted at the glass in Harry's hand: "You look like you want to throw this glass of milk on my face, but I advise you not to do it—never provoke a powerful, You can't beat a grown wizard, say, my lord."

As if Snape had thought about it, Harry moved his thumb and squeezed the cup louder: "How do you know that I can't beat you? The wand flies--!"

A huge force interrupted him, Snape's hand clamped into Harry's mouth, throwing him hard on the bed, the back of Harry's head was pressed into a ball of blankets, the sudden blow made him He was dizzy for a while, and he subconsciously clenched the glass in his hand. The undrunk milk was thrown out of the glass, and the splashes were everywhere, leaving clusters of thick milky white on the dark quilt. Milk stains, reminiscent of something not very good.

The wretched holly wand moved and just popped out from under Harry's pillow, and his master was overpowered.

Snape propped his other hand on the mattress and looked down at him, perhaps because of the attack on the back of the head, and Snape clamped half of his face. Under the pressure, Harry raised his head slightly, buried in the soft and fluffy Under the quilt, his eyes were half-closed due to the concussion, like a warrior whose sword was knocked out, or a dragon whose fangs were pulled out.

Snape was silent for three seconds, and finally turned his head slightly when Harry's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and stopped looking at his face, with a rare helpless expression: "I gave you a glass of milk instead of Stimulant potion, Potter, I thought the great savior came to the humble house to find sleep—”

"boom!"

Snape was sent flying and smashed heavily on the wardrobe behind him. The wooden wardrobe creaked and was almost deformed by the impact.

"Silent spell, I'm not doing badly, am I?" Harry smiled and shook the wand in his hand at Snape, "Didn't you say, Professor, never give the enemy a chance?"

"Well, well," Snape hissed, propping himself on his knees, "you managed to piss me off, boy."

Almost as soon as Snape finished speaking, Harry also flew out. Before the latter could even see how it all happened, he smashed against the wall by the window, fell into the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and threw the dark green The heavy curtains were completely torn from the curtain box: "Oh! Damn..."

Harry's back was in a burning pain, and he fell on the satin-like curtain and rubbed the back of his head vigorously. He was attacked twice in a row, which made his eyes a little dizzy. He rubbed and muttered: "Why do you still wear a wand..."

"Stand up, Potter." Snape waved his wand, shrunk and threw out all the extra things in the room. He pressed his temple impatiently, "Don't you just want to fight? Let's hurry up." Let's waste the extra energy of the savior."

Harry pursed his lips and stood up propped up. Almost instantly, Snape's spell came. The latter had been away from the brink of life and death for a long time, and his fighting state could not be compared with that of his prime, besides, he was no longer in his twenties. A young man with a fresh blood, he was tired for days and got up late at night, which made his temples throbbing constantly.But Harry was different. He received Auror training and even became the captain of Auror. He was the feared existence of countless fugitives, so the competition lasted longer than Snape expected.

A small and empty room is not suitable for fighting, because there is no way to dodge or turn around. Both of them must be careful not to be bounced by their own spells.Wizards usually don't care about harming fish when they fight. If something is broken, it's fine to put it back together. The walls of Snape's bedroom are falling apart, there are big and small holes caused by magic everywhere, and those photo frames that were not taken away in time are crackling all over the place.

With a "boom", Snape blasted a hole in a wall as high as a person. He was a little annoyed by the beating, and he couldn't control the output of magic power. Nougat, he can no longer catch him as easily as he did at Hogwarts, the game becomes a bit more difficult.

I have to say that Harry Potter has grown up pretty well over the years.

Harry subconsciously tilted his head to look at the hole in the wall, it just led to the next door, his second bedroom, splashed with earth and rocks, was collapsing on his own bed, he sighed in annoyance.

Suddenly, something entangled him, and at the moment he was distracted, Harry was instantly entangled like a snake wrapping its prey. He lost his balance and leaned back, just over the hole in the wall, and fell on the ground. In a padded spell, the wand flew out of his hand and flew towards Snape.

Harry moved, and found that only his toes and neck were left under his control. He writhed on the ground, blushing and yelling at Snape: "You cheat! Let me go Snape, we Hit again!"

Snape ignored Harry as if he didn't hear it, just waved his wand to rearrange the master bedroom, threw Harry Potter back on the bed in the second bedroom, and directed the fallen bricks to fill the hole again inside.

The curtains in Harry's room were fully drawn, and only the moonlight filtered through the thick cloth that did not completely block the light, casting a faint light on the things in the room.

Harry's glasses were knocked off when he fell, and there was a chaotic light in front of him. He turned his head with difficulty, and saw the shadow belonging to Snape approaching slowly, and he could only hear Snape Pu's whisper-like voice in the dark said clearly: "I will not accompany you."

There was a soft thud very close by, and Harry guessed that Snape had put his glasses on the bedside table, and said angrily, "Is that going to send me? Are you going to tie me up until I fall asleep? "

He paused, and said in an unclear tone: "Aren't you just waiting for me to deliver it to your door? I'm right here. Isn't this what you want?"

Snape was silent, the shadow stopped beside Harry's bed, his footsteps were very light, and the slippers barely touched the floor.

"No, Potter," Snape said.

Then there was silence for a while, and for a long time, Harry even felt that maybe Snape was gone, but he couldn't see, he had no freedom, no glasses and wand, and he lost his limbs, eyes, eyes and fangs at the same time, which made him a little panicked .

"Snape? Are you there? Why don't you talk?"

"I was thinking," Snape said softly, "maybe we can spend your energy, which you have nowhere else to spend, in another way."

"What did you say—" Harry's voice stopped abruptly, muffled like a goose being pinched by the neck.

Something, warm and somewhat rough, was pressed against his thigh in a nonchalant way.

It was Snape's hand.

Harry's heart was beating wildly, and the sound of sudden rapid breathing was very obvious in the quiet darkness, and the hand was withdrawn again as if suddenly frightened.

No one spoke, Harry just opened his eyes wide and desperately looked in Snape's direction, but it was all in vain, the man was still a dark shadow.

"Darkness can always hide many things." Snape's voice sounded softly.

"Danger, lust/desire, and -- shame/shame."

There was no fireplace in the second bedroom, and when the blood boiling caused by the battle dissipated, the cold air clung to Harry's skin/skin again, bringing up a layer of tiny goosebumps.

Snape's hand was again on Harry's stomach, and Harry took a breath.

The darkness came over him, like the smell of shampoo in a supermarket, they rushed in and drowned Harry.His fingers were nimble, with slightly moist fingertips. They quietly got into the crevices of Harry's clothes and skin, just like the poisonous snakes that pierced the flowers and leaves in the Garden of Eden, hissing and biting the forbidden fruit.

Harry gasped, realizing that the magic that bound him was gone.

"Now, I give you a choice." Snape's voice sounded softly in the darkness, bewitching/bewitching him, just like the snake bewitched/bewitched Adam, "You can resist, reject me, you can let me I stop."

Harry was breathing heavily, biting his lip, and it swelled up like a balloon in Snape's hand.

In the darkness, he heard Snape chuckle.

Harry's face suddenly became hot: "Shut-shut up!"

He said so, but didn't make any movement, even raised his arm and pressed it on his eyes.As Snape said, the darkness can hide too many things. It seems that they can deceive themselves and others by being invisible and inaudible. They seem to have reached some kind of tacit agreement, as if the two people who cannot see each other in the dark are no longer Harry Potter And Severus Snape, but something else weird.

It wasn't what Snape wanted, not only.thought Harry.

It's what he wanted, he brought it to his door, but it's not his fault, it's Snape, it's Snape who wove a web for him to climb into