[HP] Secret help

The reason to laugh to death? Harry narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly, "Simple but useful, aren't you already standing here?" "

Snape was at a loss for words, he was like an oyster that had been shucked, his whole body was burning hot in the scorching sun

, "Okay, the entertainment is over, I think it's time for me to quit."

"Hey, don't go." Harry grabbed Snape's wrist, and the latter realized that the skin from the iron was frighteningly cold, almost like, dead.

Snape stopped, and the instigator didn't seem to notice anything, and continued to talk on his own, "Okay, I'm really looking for a reason, but you can't say that these are meaningless, Ron is indeed Austria, Neville is busy again—”

"Excuse me for interrupting, my lord." Snape said coldly, "I remember Weasley was in St. Petersburg three minutes ago."

Harry was taken aback for a moment, then smiled sarcastically, "I..."

Snape shook the grasped hand.

"Okay! Okay! You're right!" Harry gripped tighter, like holding a 150-point Snitch, "Those are just excuses, I just want to meet you, okay?"

Snape turned around, "Meet me?"

Damn, that feeling came again, and this time Snape's eyes couldn't help but rest on a small piece of collarbone exposed under the hospital gown, and two moist lips that kept opening and closing. He was nearly a height taller than Harry. The two were so close again, the long eyelashes cast a small shadow on the cheek when the kid lowered his head slightly as if regretting, like a silent invitation.

— Well, noisy.

"...I sent you to St. Mungo's from the stinking screaming shack with two holes in your neck bigger than beans and bleeding like a tap, I'm here to see Don't you want to come even once after so many times?" Harry chattered.

"So the great savior wants me to be grateful to you?" Snape snorted.

"You know I don't mean that," Harry said softly.He had apologized a hundred and eighty times and thanked a thousand and eight hundred times when Snape was hospitalized, as if the two of them were only contacted by apology and thanks, and nothing else, even the teacher-student relationship was gone It's over when they graduate.

Harry couldn't grasp those vague things, so he felt disappointed and sad, as if a journey had finally come to an end, and he and those pasts always had to part ways.

"Hmm...it's nothing." Harry let go of Snape's hand, like a drowning victim weakly letting go of driftwood, and he rubbed the hem of his trousers in embarrassment, "Indeed, It was indeed due to the rush of hospitalization, I did not bring a change of clothes."

Harry paused, "Thank you for coming, Professor."

Snape looked at him, wondering if it was a delusion, the dots of light in those green eyes dissipated.

second glass bead

For a period of time after that, Snape never heard from Harry again. He should have been discharged from the hospital not long after his stay, because the front page of the Daily Prophet was contracted by this brat again.

Snape watched him get his wish as an Auror, get a few good assignments, and probably fall in love again.

Gradually, when the haze of the Great War gradually faded and the reconstruction work was completed, people seemed to have returned to the scene after Voldemort left more than ten years ago. The Daily Prophet no longer always followed Harry Potter, but he and Harry It also seems to maintain a delicate old friendship.

As if everything was on track, Harry Potter, the wizarding world, and Severus Snape.

They corresponded occasionally, and they also discussed the weather when they ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Snape watched Harry get a little tan from running around all day, but lost a lot of weight. , He almost thought that this kid had learned some bad habits secretly.

The vague throbbing faded a lot, only a small sprout broke through the ground when Harry looked over, and it was quiet when Snape was alone.

After two years of such a dull and boring life, until Hermione knocked on Snape's door.

"Professor, if you excuse me." The little witch looked a little anxious, with a tiredness that couldn't be concealed by delicate makeup on her face.

"Miss Granger?" Snape narrowed his eyes and let her through the door to invite her into the room. The other party's arrival didn't seem to be something that could be finished in a few words.

Hermione came in and sat on the sofa in the living room. Snape held the kitchen doorknob and asked her, "Tea, coffee, or water?"

"Coffee thanks," Hermione replied.

The two sat down in the dimly lit living room, the firewood was beeping in the fireplace, and the aroma of the two cups of black coffee rose, and everything around them seemed to create a different kind of warmth, which made Hermione stiff With her back relaxed, she took a sip of her coffee and tentatively said, "Maybe I can change to a pair of more comfortable shoes?"

Snape made an excuse.

After graduation, they were no longer as tense as they were in school. Perhaps Hermione was the first one to adapt to the others.

Hermione turned her small high heels into a pair of thick-soled fluffy slippers, unbuttoned her coat, and changed to a relatively comfortable sitting position. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Is the teaching going well recently, Professor?"

Snape looked at her suspiciously: "This is not a clever beginning."

Hermione lowered her head and stroked her broken hair behind her ears, and cursed a few words in a low voice with some annoyance.

"Let me guess, so that you can ask me hesitantly, what happened to who?" Snape suppressed the thoughts that came up in his mind, and frowned, "Could it be Potter?"

Hermione's annoyance grew louder.

"Well, that's true." Hermione sat up straight again, her relaxed back muscles twisted together tensely, she put her elbows on the coffee table and looked at Snape, making a gesture of wanting to tell the whole story, He didn't know where to start.

"Perhaps a cup of hot milk can relax you?" Snape asked absurdly.

Hermione slumped back: "Thank you for adding a small spoonful of honey, if you can."

Then they can have a good conversation.

Hermione kept pecking and drinking from her new children's product, dumping bad emotions on Snape.

"You know, Ron isn't really a good guy when it comes to emergencies, he wants to help and he'll do it, but he's overwhelmed like a groundhog most of the time, things I wouldn't even dare Aunt Molly I know, but Ron, this fool, is too obvious..."

Snape took a sip of black coffee and said lightly, "It's not hard to imagine."

Hermione looked up at him, "We are at the end of our rope, Professor, other than coming to you to try our luck, we can only sit and wait."

"So," Snape heard himself saying calmly, "what do I need?"

"Harry's been missing," said Hermione softly, "at least a month."

Snape put down his glass: "Go on."

Hermione took a deep breath, "We went to confirm Harry's communication facility, the address where his owl last sent the letter was to you."

Snape remembered, it was about a month ago, it was still like the late autumn when they broke up in St. Mungo's, on a cold night, the rain beat the window, the familiar gray spotted owl gave Snape Bring a plain and brief greeting.

Snape frowned. "It was just a normal letter, nothing fancy, nothing about his future or anything."

Hermione didn't comment on anything, just took out a cloth bag from her jacket pocket, poured out a handful of small glass beads of different colors, and landed on the coffee table with clangs.

"We found these portkeys in Harry's place," said Hermione.

"Portkeys?" Snape looked at the dizzying array of balls. There were at least thirty of them. "What is he doing with so many portkeys?"

Hermione shook her head, "These are not all the door keys. Ron and I found out that Harry even made some difficult-to-move furniture or door frame wallpapers into door keys. Most of these door keys lead to The Burrow, me and Ron's, Hogwarts, Weasley's Joke Shop, or wherever we hang out."

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"In other words, he made all the important places for him into door keys and put them within easy reach of the house, but these—" Hermione took a deep breath, and tapped the small glass that was running around on the table Bead, "These, all the door keys on the table, lead here."

"Excuse me for interrupting, does 'here' mean...?" Snape's brows furrowed together.

"Spider's End, Professor, is the alley of your house." Hermione said, "In fact, Ron and I tried all the portkeys here, and all of them are here. To be precise, it is the end of the alley." A location that is rarely populated, enough to spy on, but will not be noticed by you."

This answer was absurd enough, and Snape asked again: "You mean, Potter is spying on me?"

"I believe he didn't. The accusation of 'surveillance' is too severe, but why, only the person concerned should know."

Snape, one of the parties involved: ...

"If my brain hadn't missed something..." Snape said slowly, "I'm afraid I really can't be of any help."

"But those portkeys..."

"If Potter can be found." Snape interrupted her, his eyes swept over the small glass beads on the table, "I really want to know what his intentions are."

"However," Snape paused, and said somewhat unnaturally under Hermione's expectant eyes, "if it is possible, can you give me a Portkey?"

"Oh, of course, you can also take a few more."