[HP] Secret help

The white egg yolks are all scattered in the oil, making a "stinging, stinging" sound.

"What are you doing, runny egg?" Snape asked, frowning, looking at him as if he were looking at some mentally retarded idiot.

"I, I, I—" Harry stopped talking, lowered his head and frantically fished for the poor egg, wishing he could roll in it himself, as if he had completely forgotten that it was about to boil, and dipped his fingertips into it. In the oil pan, it was so hot that he jumped up with an "ow".

This is not a good sign, but there is a pot still on fire in front of him.

A hand came from behind him, through his armpit to grab the handle of the pot that was about to topple, and Harry's back hit something hard and soft, and Snape's deep voice rang out above his head, There seemed to be a roar in the back of the chest: "Be careful."

Harry's face suddenly turned red. Of course, he was no longer a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but he was nestling into Snape's arms in a very suitable posture, like a little bird from Disney The princess snuggled up with the prince happily and joyfully.

Harry wanted to cover his face, why on earth did he describe himself as a little bird, why on earth did Snape grow so tall——

"Although I didn't intend to make the atmosphere look like flirting." Snape said lightly on top of his head, and he used a silent cleanup to deal with the miserable situation in the pot, "It's really Mr. Potter's The performance is too much like—ah, throwing yourself in the arms."

"Snape!" Harry yelled, jumping out of Snape's arms like his ass was on fire, and he stood there glaring at him for a while—no, dropping the shovel now would make him feel like he was being coquettish, But I couldn't swallow this breath when I continued to cook.

Fortunately, Snape rescued him for the first time: "Okay boy, get out of the way, you won't die if you don't eat fried eggs for a day, even if it's only today, don't harm my kitchen again."

So Harry put down the shovel logically and watched Snape wave his wand to prepare breakfast - although Snape never took housekeeping magic seriously, it didn't mean he didn't.

A small ball slipped out of Snape's hands and jumped into Harry's arms, who, scrambling to catch it, realized it was his Portkey, and another.

"Put it away so it doesn't fall into the frying pan again," Snape said calmly.

"But yesterday I clearly—"

Snape cut him off: "So thank me for my kindness, boy."

Harry rolled his huge eyes and left the kitchen.

They had a peaceful breakfast and then a peaceful lunch. Snape put down the table full of plates and threw them to Harry, and said that he was going to take a rest. Continuous dreaming really consumed a lot of his energy. And it cannot be repaired with palliatives.

"Okay, okay." Harry stood up, let the dishes line up and floated into the sink, and watched Snape enter the master bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"It's better to give me a good one." Harry muttered.

Snape was not in a good state, Harry could tell, otherwise he wouldn't have woken up later than Harry this morning, and his face was as ugly as a white paper with facial features.He could also guess why, most likely it had something to do with the dream spell, and Snape's complexion was not good after the first dream.

But Harry thought it was because Snape was angry at seeing his dream - although that might have been the reason.

He still couldn't figure out what Snape was thinking, whether it was from his deep, empty eyes, or his words and expressions. It's not surprising that he was Dumbledore's spy, a liar who played under Voldemort's nose Master, how could Harry see that.

Harry still vaguely remembered his dream, there was only a rough idea, in the dream he was only partially sane, but Snape was fully awake, to him it was a dream, but to Snape it wasn't, so Snape was real She's indulging in his pranks, his silly confessions, and... and kisses.

So what exactly does Snape mean?

Harry buried his face in his arms, a crazy plan in his head, he was going to figure out Snape's attitude, and if it went well, tonight, everything would come to light.

Snape only rested for an hour. When he came out of the master bedroom, he saw Harry sitting on the carpet in the living room, with his back leaning on the sofa and wrapping his knees around his knees, staring seriously at something in the void. point.

"Thinking of bad ideas again, Potter?" Snape said.

Harry jumped up almost instantly, so fast that Snape almost thought he had some kind of knee-jerk reaction: "Did I hit it? When will your little head be safe for a while, even if there is no Dark Lord .”

"I was just taken aback." Harry sat back down again, "Can you make a little noise when you walk?"

Snape snorted contemptuously, not wanting to argue this with him again.

Harry floated two cups of hot juice from the kitchen and put them on the tea table, picked up a pillow and hugged it in his arms: "So, tell me, what do you want to ask me?"

Snape could see that Harry was nervous, and he put himself in a relatively relaxed environment just to cover it up.So Snape sat down too, next to Harry, with his bare feet on the shaggy white plush rug.

—Thanks for the magic, otherwise it would be too much trouble to keep it white.

Snape said: "In most people's dreams, there will be a 'safe haven', which does not exist absolutely, but is relatively fixed. It is a place where your thoughts lie dormant, and it can almost be said to be a storage place for instinct and self."

Harry frowned: "So you want to enter my dream, not only to see what nightmare I had, but also to find this place."

Snape didn't speak.

"You doubt that the beach last night was my safe haven?"

"How much do you remember?" Snape asked.

"Not much, but just keep the part where you wear board shorts." Harry told a joke.

"Oh, is it?" Snape sneered, "And the part where you're crying and begging me to fuck you?"

"I didn't!!!" Harry yelled, "Thank God for forgetting about last night!"

Harry's heart was pounding, he thought Snape would definitely talk about his wound, but he didn't mention it at all, was he going to stay in the end?

Anyway, Harry hastily changed the subject.

"Yes, is it the beach?" Harry said calmly, "I thought it would be platform nine and three-quarters."

Snape glanced at him: "Go on."

"Because after the war, I met Professor Dumbledore there in a daze, and even the dead piece of soul in my mind. Professor Dumbledore told me many things, many things I should know He didn't have time to say it." Harry paused, and continued, "After all, for wizards like us who didn't grow up in the wizarding world, Platform Nine and Three Quarters may be equivalent to... a starting point."

Snape pondered: "Maybe."

Harry asked tentatively, "So, are you going to sleep in my dreams tonight?"

Snape looked up at him with a half-smile: "I think we have to."

Great, Harry thought to himself.

The night came quickly, and they took their places like the previous few times, Harry wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, afraid that Snape could hear his heart beating wildly in such a silent environment.

Snape was half lying on the sofa, and Harry didn't know how he was recovering, it's better to be in a bad state, so that he could better implement his plan, that crazy, bold, might wake up and be killed by Snape Nep shreds the plan.

But Harry was still eager to try, he was a brave Gryffindor, and he couldn't let it back down.

The small bedroom quickly became quiet, and the surroundings were pitch black. Harry closed his eyes and relaxed himself. After about 10 minutes, he slowed down his breathing and snored deliberately.

After another minute, Harry heard Snape move, his trousers rubbed against the cloth, he straightened up slightly from the sofa, and leaned forward in front of Harry.

"Potter, wake up." Snape called him softly.

Harry didn't move, he felt something cold between his brows, it was Snape's wand, and he seemed ready to start.

"Harry?" Snape called again.

This old bastard!

Harry cursed secretly in his heart, why did he call his name after he was asleep.

Immediately afterwards, Snape seemed to be completely sure that Harry Potter had fallen asleep, and he whispered the spell: "Move the soul—"

Armor protection!

Harry murmured aloud in his mind.

"—Dream!"

Snape's spell was completed, and just as it hit Harry's soon-to-be-formed iron armor, a white light burst into his sight, and the two of them lost consciousness at the same time.

No.17 glass beads

Everyone has a lightning rod and wears it obediently.

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Snape would have been furious when awake, not only because the kid had trespassed in his dream, but also because Harry had made him fall twice in the same pit - given that he had bounced Snape's back with his armor too Remembrance.But it's probably nothing to be angry about. After all, Voldemort was defeated by an ex-arm, who would have thought that.If Harry Potter can't continue to be the savior, maybe he can switch careers and become a comedian.

All this, Harry didn't have much time to think about it now, he was looking around in a white mist, and began to scold himself for his recklessness.

Maybe Snape called him stupid for a reason, one in ten, Harry thought.Why didn't he ask Snape any more, what was going on in the dream, was it normal to be surrounded by white, or was it because Snape was being bounced back by him?