[HP] Secret help

Instantly used Occlumency?Or, even more extreme, maybe that man's Occlumency never stopped, and his presence in this dream was a mistake.

Harry began to regret, but he still kept walking in any direction, he didn't know when the thick fog would clear up, and he didn't know when he would be able to go out—he had already tried spell stop, unfortunately It didn't help, perhaps Snape had the initiative.

This is not good news.

I don't know how long it took - Harry realized that he hadn't noticed the time at all, and his nervousness even outweighed his caution.At last there was something other than fog ahead.

He found Snape.Or rather, Snape had found him.

"Potter?" Snape approached quickly, frowning at him. "What are you doing here?"

Harry found that Snape in the dream was not even different from the real one, except that he had changed into the black robe that Harry hadn't seen for a long time-in fact, Snape mostly wore shirts when he was at home afterwards.

"Um... I—" Harry realized that he hadn't thought about what to say at all. He didn't know how sane Snape was at this time, because he himself couldn't maintain complete sane even when he was awake in his dream. And the cognition of the outside world, so he didn't dare to reveal anything, he didn't know how much the Snape in front of him knew.

"Only you?" Snape looked at him suspiciously.

"Only me." Harry looked back pretending to be calm, and his eyes met. Harry was more and more amazed at the reality of this dream, "Perhaps, who else do you think?"

Snape frowned and didn't answer, Harry keenly noticed some changes in the surrounding fog, they were no longer floating peacefully, but began to roll together in a ball, showing some flickering The scene of passing away has everything, forests, lakes, Spider's End, and even Hogwarts.

This was Snape thinking, and the owner of the dream didn't notice at all.

"Hmm... maybe, you're looking for me—no, a safe haven?" Harry guided Snape tentatively.

The fine sand that quickly condensed under their feet stopped, and gradually dissipated under Snape's furrowed brows, and then, a solid body formed around them.

It was a pure white, empty nine and three-quarters station.

Harry was a little shocked, but he realized it in the next second. He said to Snape beside him, "Yes, this is my safe haven."

Snape still didn't speak, he just glanced at Harry and walked forward first.

It was so quiet that even Snape walked silently, except for the sound of Harry's sneakers hitting the concrete floor back and forth in the empty hall.

Until a small figure appeared on the bench in front of the platform. He sat there with his head bowed, his short hair just down to his shoulders drooping to cover his entire profile.

Before Harry even recognized who it was, Snape turned around abruptly, looked over with a gloomy and even terrifying look, and said in a low voice, "This is not your dream, it's mine."

"Snapped"

Harry heard that something seemed to be broken, it was a small sound like the humming of a mosquito, which was almost covered by his frantic heartbeat, but before he had time to delve into it, the next moment, the originally empty nine Three-quarters of the station was packed with people.

Hundreds of Snapes appeared out of thin air, either alone or in a few, standing, walking or sitting. Duan's Snape replaced the one from childhood, school, or teaching, and the whole snow-white dream was covered with a realistic buzzing sound that could only be heard in the station—yes, This is not surprising, after all, this is a dream.

Snape realized his situation extremely quickly and took the initiative.He is no longer a participant, but the hand that rolls the dice.

Harry subconsciously took a step back, distanced himself from Snapera who had been staring at him in front of him.

"Potter, how dare you..." The voice came from behind Harry, and he turned sharply to look at the Snape behind him—the Snape who was looking at him in the same way as the one in front of him. Nepe.

"How dare you..." he said.

"Break into my dream." All the Snapes whispered in unison, buzzing in the huge and empty station hall, deafeningly, like the roar of some wild beast.

It was almost creepy that all the Snapes who had been walking around Station Nine and Three Quarters stopped, stood still, and looked at Harry from all directions with those deep, dark eyes at the same time. He even felt cold sweat running down his back.

Harry's throat rolled: "I..."

"Get out!" A Snape grabbed him by the shoulders and nearly staggered him.

At this moment, Harry couldn't tell which was the real Snape at all, maybe it was him, maybe it wasn't, and he began to scold himself in his dream last night, was it the Harry Potter that climbed on top of his head? The tiny biscuit gave Snape such a hint.

But none of that matters, the point is that this place is so goddamn wicked, everything is so wrong, and he's sure this Snape doesn't have all of his sanity, like Harry in the dream - no one sees an infinite number of I am still indifferent.

But Harry couldn't run, because another Snape caught him.This is an extremely young face, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Compared with the one who has been facing him for seven years, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Snape is not familiar to him. Harry has only seen a few times in Snape's memory. Second-rate.

Snape, who was still a young man, looked at him sullenly, and raised the birch wand Harry was familiar with: "Does anyone want to see me take off Potter's pants?"

The next second, Harry was hung upside down in mid-air.

The casual shirt and trousers on his body had turned into Hogwarts robes at some point, and the black hem hung down to cover his face.

Harry suddenly realized that this was what Snape had experienced. James Potter once said something similar. His father used the fuchsia invented by Snape to hang the latter in front of his classmates. Hanging in front of Lily.

And now, their only spectators were Snape, and Snape.

"No—Professor, wake up!" Harry called him in horror, the snow-white hall looming through the gaps in the school robes, "Do you know you're dreaming? Wake up!"

However, the young Snape just curled up his lips viciously and waved his wand lightly.

Harry felt the curtain-like black robes in front of his eyes disappear, he fell from the air, and landed on his back on the edge of the platform of platform nine and three quarters, it didn't hurt much, but he felt the floor was surprisingly cold, ha Li's limbs froze at a strange speed.

The master of the dream is omnipotent. If he wants a person to take off/naked clothes, he must be able to do so, even the great savior is no exception.

A shadow enveloped him, Snape knelt down, and said in that familiar tone: "Speaking of which, Potter, the long scar across your chest that you displayed like a medal is What?"

Harry froze, a very, very bad feeling came over him, but this was Snape's dream, he was like meat on the chopping board, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, he had nowhere to run.

What happened next, Harry still can't even remember clearly when he wakes up.

He was split in the middle, from the longest and deepest wound, from Harry's dream into Snape's dream, he seemed to be lying on the watery floor of the girls' bathroom, hit Unseen Malfoy, fresh wounds appearing anywhere on Harry's body.

It didn't hurt, or just a little bit, more of something else, Harry was half lying on Snape's lap, he was covered in sweat, the annoying glasses had disappeared at some point, he squinted His eyes were looking at the dome of the platform, and there was a piece of Snape's black forehead hair, and he didn't know whether it was tears or sweat flowing from the top of his head.

"Tell me again, Potter, what is this injury?" Snape, who was next to him, rumbled.

They were back to square one, but this time it wasn't Snape's wand but himself.

A Snape's lips pressed against the scabbed wound on Harry's arm, the meanest and softest part of the old bastard's body, but Harry shivered, as if the wound was bleeding again— — Actually it doesn't.

The potions master's nimble and sharp tongue hooked into the fragile new flesh, forcing Harry to speak.

"It's...it's the Slashing Curse." Harry craned his neck in pain.

"Who is it?" Snape asked again.

"Rubner, it's Rubbner," said Harry quickly.

Snape's lips parted, the once hideous wound healed, but he wondered if it would open a third time, just like before.

He seemed to have forced Harry countless times, forcing him to start all over again, explaining one by one what happened, when, and who gave him the wounds that had appeared on Harry's body, and Harry's wounds on his lips And shivering under the cold and soft fingertips.

Harry guessed in the chaos that this was Snape's safe haven, where he relied on himself. Snape shattered into countless pieces with that tiny cracking sound, his arrogance asked indifferently aside, his Evil thought opened those wounds, his obsession brought those kisses and stings.

And Snape's kindness, morality and justice are on the other side of the deep orbit.