[HP] Secret help

He found that his attire had also changed. Under the omnipotence of the dream master, he also changed his clothes—just like Harry, he was only wearing a pair of beach shorts printed with coconuts and palm leaves.

However, the body Harry Potter arranged for him was not so beautiful, pale and thin, without obvious muscles, like dried potato chips, Snape sneered, and walked towards the biggest one with all the biscuits hanging on his body.

Harry's ability in the dream was enhanced, and Snape had to admit that this kid probably had pretty good talent, and he could already influence the dreamer.

When Snape approached Harry, the latter lazily raised his head and whistled at him, "That's right, Snape."

Snape noticed that his address had changed again, from a cute little sweetheart to a hated bastard. The dreams were chaotic and changeable. There was always a Harry Potter that could drive him crazy.

"Come on, lie down." Harry invited, leaving half of the shade for him.

Snape sat down on the fine sand, even with residual body heat on it, the golden boys seemed to be tired from playing at last, and snored while hanging on Snape, neither of them noticed, Snape Never lost these annoying little guys.

He never refuted Harry's name from beginning to end.

"How much do you think I will remember when I wake up tomorrow morning?" Harry said lazily.

Snape turned to look at him sharply: "What did you say?"

"I'm dreaming, that's obvious," Harry said, "otherwise you, Severus Snape, the perverted Potions professor who never took off that black robe, how could you be wearing a silly Xi's board shorts and a straw Hawaiian hat sat next to me."

Snape subconsciously touched the top of his head - this brat even arranged a straw hat for him!However, he missed it and angrily lowered his hand to glare at Harry amidst Harry's exaggerated laughter.

"I'm lying to you, it's just beach shorts, although I'd like to see what you look like in a Hawaiian hat." Harry was out of breath with joy.

"Thank you so much." Snape said eccentrically, "Why don't you have a Hawaiian grass skirt?"

"Then there's no need." Harry continued to laugh, "Then I'll be ashamed to death when I face you in reality."

Snape snorted coldly. It turned out that Harry only knew it was a dream, but didn't know Snape's dream spell. It's not surprising. After all, people only retain part of their sanity and memory in the waking state when they dream, and after waking up It may not be possible to remember all the details of the dream.

That's why Snape was so confident.

"It's such a peaceful dream, the sea breeze, the beach." Harry muttered to himself, "I haven't had such a good dream in a long time."

Snape asked, "What was that restless dream?"

"There are many." Harry Potter in the dream said everything, "mostly about Voldemort (Snape shuddered), and partly about wars and dead people."

Speaking of this, he smiled: "Actually, I can't remember clearly, but after all, I have a lot of nightmare material, right?"

Snape was silent for a while, then asked again: "So you are addicted to the water of life and death?"

"It doesn't work that well for me anymore, so I quit desperately." Harry shrugged and said lightly, "Edward said I was a nightmare on A theory, not a nightmare on B theory, so those who specialize in Nightmare potions don't work for me anymore."

"Who is Edward?"

"My Muggle doctor, he's got it right, even though I put a Confusion Charm on him afterwards - I'm sorry to fool Hermione."

Snape sneered again.

"Hey, I know what you're thinking." Harry sat up angrily propping himself up on the sand, his eyes in the sun seemed to be shining with golden light, "You said that these things of mine are low-level tricks."

Snape said lightly, "What's that little trick, huh? Killing yourself?"

Harry didn't look offended in the slightest, just said with some surprise, "You're so gentle today."

Snape looked at him, "What do you mean?"

Harry smiled and said, "I thought you were going to slit my chest like you did last time to tear me apart, or forcefully give me a choking orgasm."

"That wasn't a dream." Snape glanced at him.

"Excuse me--?"

"Speaking of..." Snape jumped up and leaned back on top of Harry. His ridiculous beach shorts disappeared, replaced by a black wizard robe, the one he wore most often.

Snape leaned on top of his head, staring at Harry oppressively, his robe slipped into Harry's palm, the smooth cloth felt like snake scales, which made the young man lying on the ground tremble uncontrollably for a moment.

Snape said, "Speaking of which, Potter, what is that long scar across your chest that you display like a medal?"

The sun suddenly disappeared, the sky suddenly became overcast, there was a faint thunder, and there was a flash in the distant sky.The drunken sea wind turned violent, and the sand beneath them turned to cold, rough stones.

There were big drops of rain pouring down from the sky, and Harry was still dressed, almost naked/drenched this time.

Snape squinted at the black clouds that were constantly turning around, and said mockingly: "It seems that we have grasped the point?"

Harry's lips turned white, his throat rolled, and suddenly there was a wand in his unrestrained hand, but in the next second, the wand was blown away.

"Ah—ah, so this is the savior's little secret." Snape said something familiar in a dangerous tone, "You hurt yourself to escape from the nightmare?"

"So the wounds I treated you—the ones that didn't look like abrasions, you made yourself?"

The rumbling thunder hit the top of Snape's head, bolts of lightning made his face hideous, Harry closed his eyes and trembled under the man, he clenched his fists and kept repeating "Let me wake up let me wake up let me wake up..."

"Why are you afraid I'll ask you?" There was rain dripping down Snape's black hair, his cropped hair completely wet, looking more like two black curtains around his face, "Tell me the truth Is it more terrifying than the Dark Lord chanting the death curse behind you?"

Harry didn't speak.

"Answer me, Harry Potter!" Snape growled.

"Boom——" There was a thunder in the sky.

"..." Harry's voice was inaudible amidst the crackling rain and deafening thunder.

Suddenly the sky and the earth were quiet, a dazzling white light shot into the sky, and Snape was ejected by the dream.

But Snape saw, before leaving, those pale, rain-drenched lips move a short sentence.

help me.

Harry said.

No.16 glass beads

"Spells related to moving souls into dreams and their analysis, No. 18, don't dream continuously."

Snape is not a person who likes to break the rules, he just often looks down on those mediocre people, and always feels that he is superior to others. This kind of arrogance has existed since his student days, and it is specifically shown in those potions textbooks, which belong to the Half-Blood Prince. Scrawled on.

But at this time, it was reflected in the fact that he felt that he could enter Harry's dream continuously, once in the afternoon and once in the evening.

But he suffered a big loss, and even when he woke up from a coma or a coma, Harry Potter was already sitting by his small sofa, looking over with concern.

"What's your expression, Potter, am I lying in a coffin? It's worth looking at me with a mournful face." Snape's voice was hoarse, but his words were still sharp.

Harry ignored him, just picked up a glass of warm water from the ground, Snape bet the kid had added a lot of honey in it, otherwise the glass would be so yellow only if he dared to pee in it, But no matter which one, Snape hated it.

"You'll have to drink it," Harry said with unusual force.

"Potter..."

Harry interrupted him: "Drink it and we'll talk about me."

Harry thought they would have to confront each other for a while, but Snape just glared at him again, took the glass from his hand, and took a sip of the honey water that was so thick as to be sweet.

Snape's facial features immediately crumpled up: "I would rather you really bring me a cup of palliative, boy, instead of adding so much honey as a pretense."

Harry was surprised: "Did you drink it?"

With a stinky face, Snape pinched his nose and drank the whole glass: "Please don't misjudge a potions master's tongue."

It sounded like flirting, but Harry knew Snape didn't mean it.He drank a full glass of the honey-flavored palliative, his head feeling much better, and he waved Potter away and floated the glass back into the cupboard.

"So, let's have breakfast first." Harry stood up a little awkwardly, "You go wash up first, I-I'll fry the eggs, it's still runny, right?"

Snape looked at him in silence for a while, then nodded sullenly.

It's like the calm before the storm, thought Harry, standing by the stove with the spatula in his hand, feeling like he was the egg next to him waiting to be shelled.Although the fire was burning underneath, the pot was cold and the oil was not hot. All the fury was hidden under a layer of iron, waiting for time to ferment.With a sense of ritual, Harry picked up the egg that was about to die, and hung it over the iron pot.

Yes, this egg is him, as long as the fire finally heats up the oil—

"Potter!"

Harry shook his hand, and himself—no, the poor egg smacked on the bottom of the pot, shell and egg