[HP] Secret help

The strenuous work was not the same as dementia, it was not something that could be done in an instant, Snape half-lyed on his newly changed sofa, and found a comfortable position to raise his wand.

Harry's bed was very close in this sofa, and Snape could just reach out and tap Harry's forehead, and he said the spell: "Transfer soul to dream."

Snape quickly lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Snape opened his eyes in a thick fog. He knew that he had succeeded, because he could not be so lucid in his dreams. He straightened his robes, and his next goal was to find Haribo special.

He walked quickly in the vast fog, counting secretly in his heart. In other people's dreams, everything about the outsider is controlled by the owner of the dream, even including time.Snape had never seen such a vast and clean dreamland, empty of nothing, and marveled that our Mr. Potter had never used such an excellent Occlumency Technique before. If the Dark Lord invaded his brain at this time, perhaps You'd think he was a little fool with an empty head.

When the third hundred seconds was about to pass halfway, something else finally appeared in the fog. In the dream, only the owner could construct things. There were dreams as far away as fields, and there were also dreams like this moment, this small The smaller entity was not as big as the second bedroom where Harry lived.

A narrow flight of stairs.

Faint crying came faintly from the silent surroundings, as if buried in some soft fabric, suppressed sobbing, it sounded like a child who was not too old.Undoubtedly, it came from under that flight of stairs.

Snape walked over quickly, and within a few steps, he circled the staircase. Under the steps made of old planks, there was a small room much shorter than his own.Snape vaguely recalled the savior's childhood in the past, and he seemed to have had a rough time just like him, and even slept in a cupboard before going to Hogwarts.

That's right here.

This old cupboard was constructed extremely meticulously, the patent leather turned up at the corners and the old wood grain on the armrests were meticulously presented, and even Snape still had a choking smell of dust lingering at the end of his nose.

What does this dream mean?Snape didn't think much, and stretched out his hand to pull the low latch. It seemed to be fixed. No matter how hard Snape tried, he couldn't move at all. He pulled out his wand and cast an opening spell, but there was no response. His wand even Not a gleam of light came out.

It seems that magic is not recognized in this dream, which means that Harry Potter at this time does not know the existence of magic.

The crying continued, and the immature throat seemed to be bursting with tears. The voice was as thin as a newly weaned kitten.

Snape walked around to the door and called softly, "Potter."

The voice inside the door suddenly stopped, and even hiccupped because of the excessive inhalation, and then completely quieted down, followed by a few panic inhalations after a few seconds.

He was rejecting the title, Snape frowned, and called out inquiringly: "...Harry?"

The person inside stopped for a while, sobbing and asking, "Who is it?"

His voice was so childish that Snape bet the Harry Potter in this dream was no older than five.Snape had never been good at dealing with such brats, and it was not without reason that the Potions professor topped the list of the most unpopular professors at Hogwarts.

So Snape thought of a reason very awkwardly: "I'll pick you up."

"Pick me up?" Harry stopped crying and asked timidly, "Why, who are you and where are you going?"

Snape wasn't sure how much of the dream the brat would remember when he woke up. Some people could remember everything, while others only had a vague idea. Snape resented that foreign things like memory balls couldn't bring out the dream itself. Yes, otherwise he must record Harry Potter's stupidity at this time.

"Open the door, Harry." Snape called his name brazenly. "We'll be late for Hogwarts."

The people inside the door did not speak. After a few seconds, there was a rustling sound from inside, and Harry said: "Did you sneak in while Uncle Vernon was out? Pull the latch and I will I can go out."

This is a hint, which proves that Harry Potter's subconscious mind has allowed him to go out by himself. When Snape went to pull the latch again, the latch was easily pulled open. He opened the door, and the darkness came s things.

what are these!

Snape was taken aback, and with a flick of his wand, a bright light scattered all the dark shadows in front of him.

Magic is admitted!

However, Snape didn't care about that at all at the moment, the things in the door poured out continuously, those black ones with slender legs, each of them was as big as a kid, covered with a layer of pointed and Stiff short hairs, a house full of spiders!Giant spider!They were squeezed out of the narrow doorway like a flood, far more than the small staircase could hold.

"Harry Potter!" Snape yelled exasperatedly, stepping back as he waved his wand. "Stop your tricks!"

Suddenly, those spiders seemed to have heard Snape's words, and they were vomited up by the small cupboard, and a short little man flowed out from it, squeezed among the spiders that kept kicking their legs, and Snape spent It took a lot of effort to keep his wrist from swinging his wand at the brat, and Snape himself was piled up by spiders all over the floor.

This feeling is very weird, those furry and slightly prickly touches are real and clear, but fortunately these spiders only seem to be big and not lively, after being washed out of the cupboard, they piled up half dead on the ground, Harry Potter never He fell out of it, threw himself on Snape's waist, and cried, "Severus, I'm so scared!"

...?

Snape made a move that he regretted so much, he pinched the back of his hand expressionlessly.

It doesn't hurt.

Yes, how could it hurt? This was in Potter's dream.

He was stunned for ten seconds—no, there must have been a minute. Snape looked suspiciously at the crying kid hanging on his waist, with unkempt hair and the famous lightning bolt on his smooth forehead. Scar, yes, this is Harry Potter, and it is also his dream, but Harry Potter hugged his thigh and cried?Even in a dream?

Might as well convince Snape that Voldemort is back.

Harry Potter is crazy.

This kid must be crazy.

—or maybe I'm crazy, Snape thought.

They stood in the same place in a daze, until at some point those horrifying piles of spiders quietly disappeared. Harry Potter seemed to be tired from crying, sobbing and slid down from his lap and sat on the white ground. , wiping tears like a burst faucet.

Snape finally came back to his senses. He knelt down and looked straight at Harry's face with a strange expression. He looked only four or five years old, and even his hair was the soft, burnt yellow that is unique to children, like ginger candy. Roll, is a very cute little boy.

"Why are you crying?" Snape touched Harry's face uncomfortably, it was soft, like cream or pudding or something.

"I'm terrified." Harry lifted his little face, with two watery teardrops hanging on his face, "There are spiders in my shoes, and there are spiders on my bed, those disgusting things, I'm so scared..."

He pursed his lips and burst into tears again, and threw himself on Snape's neck, and the voice that reached his ears was extremely aggrieved: "I don't want to live in a cupboard..."

The little thing in Snape's arms was soft and thin, and it couldn't even fill his arms. At this time, Harry must be at the age where he was subconsciously allowed to act like a baby, so he always showed childish cuteness unscrupulously.

People who are dreaming can hardly retain their waking consciousness. Most of the time, they just follow their instincts. Only rarely do they know that they are dreaming, and even less often, they can wantonly manipulate dreams. Obviously, Mr. The former was also the state Snape most wanted to see.

It's a pity that this quiet time didn't last too long. Harry Potter in his arms suddenly jumped up, took Snape's hand and ran into the distance: "Run! Uncle Vernon is coming back soon!"

It was as if a small bell was beating in Snape's heart. As soon as Harry finished speaking, a huge head rose from the horizon not far behind them.

Vernon Dursley looked like a carrot growing out of the ground, slowly revealing his whole body. This could no longer be simply called a giant. It was as tall as a triumphal arch, with a bald head on top of it. The huge belly that almost covered the whole head from the feet had a dull and weird expression. It was drooling and slowly moved towards the two of them, shaking the ground with every step.

The scene was downright creepy.

"Fuck Harry Potter control your fucking mind!!" Snape finally couldn't help yelling, the surrounding scenery gradually changed as he kept inserting Fuuk into the sentence, the trees grew wildly, and The ground became soft and covered with green turf.

Dursley was still chasing after him, and it took five or six seconds for Snape to run for one step. It was strange that this Harry Potter, who was not as tall as his thighs, kept running in front of him.

"Come in, there's no time!" Harry jumped into the oncoming tree hole and waved to Snape, "Severus, come on!"

"What the fuck is that!" Snape yelled at him angrily, "Harry Potter in Wonderland?!"

No.13 glass beads

Snape had never entered other people's dreams. If he had entered before, he might have thought longer before deciding whether to enter Harry Potter's dream. In fact, entering a dream is a more private process than reading memories. Behavior