[HP] Secret help

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Snape held him down, tied him up, and the four corners of the sheet suddenly rolled up, tying Harry to the bed.

Harry struggled a bit, raised his head and glared at him: "Let me go, Snape!"

Snape ignored him, just sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him and said, "I used to be very curious, how did you get all these things on your body."

Snape tapped Harry's chest with his wand, and his pajamas peeled off like an open bud, revealing the scarred chest inside, and the tip of Snape's wand gently walked over the wounds, as if The beast patrols its territory.He tapped Harry's side along a long scar, and the indistinct touch made Harry tremble all over, and the final tap made him twist his waist uneasily.

"From deep to shallow from bottom to top, the starting point is three inches below the ribs, and the ending point is close to the collarbone. The scar almost runs through the entire chest. This wound is very strange." Snape said softly, "The ending movement of the Slashing Curse is Swing down instead of throwing, if you get hit by an enemy spell, that's not how the wound should be."

"unless--"

The tip of Snape's wand moved, and slid against Harry's side to swipe the line of the knife and curse. A scab, a brand new wound was cut on the scar that grew new flesh, and blood rushed out of that gap.

Harry shuddered, pale, but made no sound.

"Ah, that's it," said Snape, as if suddenly realizing it. "Just turn the wand and attack from the bottom up—"

"Then Mr. Potter." Snape's voice sank, and the cold tip of his wand moved away from Harry's body. He ignored the bleeding wound and asked him, "Why did you do this to yourself?" What about the curse?"

"I didn't, I—" Harry licked his dry lips and stammered.

"You didn't?" Snape's voice rose suddenly. "Do you need us to take off your clothes and find out the source of every scar before you can tell the truth?"

"Or is it that Mr. Potter actually has some unspeakable secret little hobby, and I shouldn't waste my time on it." Snape said, "If so, I don't think there's any need to—"

"No..." Harry forced a word through his teeth.

Snape leaned close to him, pressing his palm on his chest, the pad of his index finger pressed right on Harry's freshly cut wound, Snape curled his finger, and the neatly manicured nail was digging into the baby's mouth Thick blood spurted out of the turned flesh, Snape narrowed his eyes and asked him, "What?"

Harry's eyelashes trembled, and the veins on the back of his bound hands were bulging: "I said—no—"

"Go away!—" Harry growled.

As if some sharp edge broke through the darkness and mist in front of his eyes, he finally floated up.

So what Snape saw when he entered the door was this scene, the boy was lying on the bed panting, the corners of his eyes were still wet with tears, just like every morning in the past, sweating and exhausted from the nightmare.

It's just that it was later today, and he didn't hide himself well.

Snape put a glass of warm water with honey on his bedside table and looked into Harry's slowly focusing eyes.

"Drink it," Snape said, folding his arms.

Harry let out a breath, and slowly stretched out an arm from under the covers. There was no fireplace in the second bedroom, and the cold winter air blowing on his arms made his hairs stand on end.

Harry took off the quilt, and saw a red mark on the palm of his hand, as if he had been dug by his nails for a long time, leaving a few short blood marks that were about to break the skin, there was no curled bed sheet, and no hideous wound on his chest ,Nothing at all.Harry looked at them for a moment, then reached for the glass by the bed.

This scene seemed familiar, as if everything had returned to the beginning.

Harry saved half a glass of honey water and put it back, and looked up at Snape, who stared at the glass for a while noncommittal. Harry found that this always fierce man did not have the oppressive feeling in his dream, and even tensed up. Holding his arms tightly, he assumed a gesture of extreme rejection.

Even Harry could see the man's uneasiness.

"Professor...?" Harry said, his vocal cords were still a little hoarse after being moistened by warm water.

"Well, you worry-free little bastard." Snape suddenly cursed viciously, "Can I deign to talk to your old professor today?"

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The initiative had been completely reversed, and as much as Snape hated to admit it, it was true.

He saw the big boy who was sluggishly nestled in the quilt froze for a moment, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he replied, "Okay."

"But it's obviously not a good time to talk." Harry smiled at him, "I'll go...to tidy myself up first?"

Snape nodded inconspicuously, moved his feet, turned around and left the second bedroom.Harry lay down for another half minute, then threw off the covers and slowly opened the door to the bathroom.

He was also at a loss similar to Snape, and didn't even notice the pair of lake blue slippers that were neatly arranged next to the bed.

When Snape walked into the living room with two glasses of drinks, Harry collapsed on the sofa as if all his bones had been pumped out. Snape curled his lips—a bad habit of Gryffindor.For those Gryffindors who are greedy for pleasure, even the common room is pasted with bright red wallpaper. The fire in the fireplace seems to have never been extinguished all year round. The students always bring food in. A warm and sweet smell.The messy bookshelves and tables and chairs there are full of books in a mess, and there are wide and big sofas everywhere. The little lions can only lie on the top of their heads, and the worst thing is that there are hammocks on top of their heads.

Snape scoffed at such a learning environment.

Seeing him coming, Harry hurriedly sat up from the sofa, straightened his glasses that fell off the bridge of his nose, and smiled at Snape, the corners of Snape's mouth twitched even more.

He walked over and sat across from Harry, put the goblet in his hand on the coffee table, and pushed one of the glasses towards Harry.

Harry looked at the transparent liquid inside and raised his eyebrows: "I didn't even know your house had a wine cellar—you wouldn't use a goblet to hold tap water, would you?"

Snape was noncommittal and made an indifferent expression: "I just think you might need this."

"Drunken truth?" Harry said half-jokingly, "or did you add Veritaserum to it?"

Snape obviously choked for a moment, and said angrily, "Do you think you're worth more than those three drops of Veritaserum, Mr. Potter?"

"Okay, okay, sorry Professor." Harry said insincerely, took a sip from his glass, sweet and spicy.He didn't drink much, and didn't know what it was, "I was just joking, look - I drank it, it tasted good, thank you."

Snape snorted softly.

"But to be honest, Professor, I prefer butterbeer..."

Snape gritted his teeth: "Harry Potter, you pushy brat—"

Harry laughed, emerald eyes curved into an arc, as if he couldn't see the half-life removal this morning at all, and he couldn't see such a Harry Potter pointing his wand at his temple and saying God has no shadow.

Snape admitted that his heart stopped for half a beat when Harry said the spell to himself, no, not only the heart, he had just been drawn in by Harry's scream, and the boy's spell was at the end, Only the guttural sound remains.

At that moment Snape felt that he was completely stunned, all the well-trained fighting skills were forgotten, Snape could only look at him, and could do nothing else.Just like when he himself fell on the floor of the screaming hut and looked into those green eyes, the time seemed to be stretched suddenly, like tearing the bubble gum in half but breaking the connection, he was here, Harry was on the other end, looking at each other from a distance and separated hard.

Fortunately, the boy on the bed had stiff fingers, and the holly wand fell from his fingertips, rolling away.

And then Snape came alive again, and he walked like a breeze to the bed, picked up the wand, and threw it in the bedside table like trash, making sure it would never be picked up again by sleepwalking brats.

Snape felt he had failed, all and all.

He should have woken up a few years ago, not just because of Harry Potter's messy hair like a ball of steel wool, that mouth full of nonsense, fingers that can't even hold a stirring rod, and that shiny heart of.

The moment the brat tried to jinx his own head, Snape had already surrendered, all plans and self-restraints were thrown away, he should have understood, Harry Potter, this arrogance, Gu Ying felt sorry for himself, the brat who drank cold water into his stomach for other people's kindness, from the very beginning, from the moment Lily gave birth to him, it was Snape's mission.

"What the hell did you dream about?" Snape asked with a livid face.

Harry's laughter faltered, and he took a sip of wine to cover up: "You also know it's a dream, Professor, those are all fake, why do you ask so seriously?"

"Oh, is it?" Snape sneered, "Who is that jinxing against his temple, Potter? Did I tell you that Shenfeng Wuying can only be used on the enemy, and the command is regarded as The wind in your ears? Can’t you leave even the slightest space in your walnut-shaped brain for harsh words?”

"Really? But don't I still sit here properly? No—as you said, my head was cut into pieces." As he said, Harry shook his head with a smile, a few disobedient little rolls Mao scratching in being drunk