[HP] Secret help

The seedlings were extinguished, and there was a gust of cold wind, and Snape thought of the snow that had just fallen on his shoulders. England has been getting colder and colder in recent years, and this winter is even worse. The frozen snow is like coarse grains of salt, It doesn't melt away even in the palm of your hand.

Where was Potter, and had he really disappeared, or was it the whim of Aurors bored by the death eaters?

Snape's eyes wandered to the small glass ball again, he didn't choose deliberately at that time, then he realized that he had picked up a green one, he picked it up and looked at it in front of him, it was the most common Snape suspected that Potter had picked it up from a toy store. Perhaps it had been bounced around before it became a portkey, and the supposedly smooth surface had been scratched and scratched. , like a weathered glass marble.

What did Granger say just now?All the portkeys leading to his door?

The little green glass ball twirled around Snape's fingertips, swishing him out of the room.

The cold wind was blowing, and Snape felt like he was steaming like freshly baked toast. He cast a warming spell on himself, and squinted his eyes to look around.

Indeed, as Hermione said, the portkey leads to the alley of his house—but it's not just the alley.

Although Spider's End Alley is old and dilapidated, there are not a few people living there. They live in this dirty alley like bedbugs in the gutter, with only one more roof to protect them from the wind and rain than the homeless.

It is not easy to find such a hidden place in such a labyrinth of narrow alleys, because these people will open the door of their house in any direction, and they may face a person in pajamas who came out to throw garbage as soon as the door key landed. people.

But Harry Potter found it, a small alley sheltered from the wind, a gap between three houses, a dead end, and even a place only as wide as a turn around, where even kitchen waste is unwilling to patronize, it seems that even the snow is much less, even Even Snape couldn't tell which corner of Spider's End it was.

Snape wiped the snow off his boots, and walked towards the gap. The winter wind was not able to blow into this alley, and there was another house slanting across the intersection, with a gap between the longer wall. The turn blocked most of the wind's prying path, so Snape needed to take a smaller turn, which revealed a narrower gap through which snow was whirring in.

Following the not-so-bright skylight, Snape saw his own house, a dilapidated door, and a few windows that were so dirty that the color of the windows could not be seen clearly behind the gap.

Snape took a few steps forward, and was more sure that this was indeed the path in front of his house. This gap was mostly covered by the dirty wall beside him, and he had never noticed that there was such a path in the neighbor's house. The place.

Snape just stood silently at the entrance of the alley. Harry Potter made dozens of portkeys, and each portkey led to such a place—quiet, hidden, and with clear vision. He thought of the green eyes The kid once stood in this place, maybe once, twice?ten times?Just looking at his home secretly like this, what on earth is he trying to do?Why not just apparate, but go to the trouble of crafting the Portkey?

Why is he—looking at himself?

Another day passed. On the second day and the third day, Snape didn't know why, but he would stay at the place where the Portkey stood for a while every day, just like when he stood alone in the Astronomy Tower, looking down at Hogg Watts's open space behind the school, the rustling autumn scenery, his mind was empty, and he didn't think about anything, he just watched.

Or perhaps Harry was just watching too, standing in the London winter day without sound or notice.

Spinner's End is occasionally noisy, but often quiet. Snape's house will no longer be heard from men cursing and women crying like it was decades ago, and the new owner seldom goes out. What?What the hell is he thinking?

—Where is the boy?

Snape finally had enough, he wrote a visiting letter to Hermione, picked up his robe and went out, and went to the other's house with the owl who delivered the letter.

"Professor? Is this... a letter from you?" Hermione poked her head out from behind the door and let Snape into the room.

"Obviously." He stretched out his hand, took the letter out of Hermione's hand and threw it to Ron behind her, "but since I've arrived, this letter is not important."

The two people in the room obviously haven't reacted yet: "Oh...oh, yes, what's the matter with you this time?"

Snape took off his coat and put it on the hanger, and walked towards the living room very naturally: "Ask some questions, in detail."

The husband and wife looked at each other, and at the same time felt a sense of nervousness about taking a surprise exam in class.

"So you mean, at that time, you eleven Aurors didn't think deeply, didn't prepare, and at the same time, you all decided to keep Potter there?"

Ron said excitedly, "We did it! Five hours! We searched the whole forest! We didn't even see his broom tassel!"

Hermione patted him on the shoulder: "Ron, Ron, calm down."

Snape asked calmly, "And you gave up?"

Ron's face was flushed with anger: "No! How is it possible! Later, Aurors sent people to search for it for two days, but found nothing!"

Hermione: "Ron?"

"Two days?" Snape sneered. "Since twelve of you can go through the forest in five hours with a broomstick, do you think he'll still be there after two days?"

"I!……"

Snape interrupted him: "When you searched, you split up into four groups. Two people stared at Potter with four eyes. How did you make a living person disappear from under your nose?"

"We're looking for someone! We're looking for criminals! How could we keep looking at Harry!" Ron yelled.

Snape sarcastically said: "I know that Muggle hospitals are often worried about the source of organ transplants. I think if the eyeballs of the remaining eleven Aurors are not needed, they can be donated to someone who cherishes them more."

"Snape, I'm warning you!" Ron slapped the table and jumped up, "This is my home, if you don't—"

"Okay, professor." Hermione put away her wand in annoyance, and Ron next to him was still opening his mouth, as if shouting something, but he couldn't make a sound, "I don't think it's too late to hold anyone accountable now." It makes sense, the most important thing is to find Harry, isn't it?"

Ron on the side yelled silently: "Hermione, I can't believe you put a silencing spell on me!" !

Snape replied, "But the truth is, there's no progress, is there?"

"At least we got - the letters?" Hermione's gaze moved to the table, where the letters copied from Snape were spread out.

"So what did you find?" Snape asked.

"At least for now, there's nothing." Hermione said, and she glanced at Ron who was angry with his arms crossed beside him. "Now the Aurors are looking for Harry like crazy. Except for the Aurors who are on business trips all the year round, almost everyone People are wandering all over the UK, and none of them dare to disclose this matter, otherwise they don't know what the newspapers will write."

Snape curled his lips, "I can guess."

He stood up and picked up his coat from the hanger: "It's time for me to leave. If you have any news, owl me."

Without waiting for the two to answer, Snape habitually took out the glass bead from his pocket and activated the Portkey.

The feeling of being hooked to the navel and spinning back and forth was not good. Snape landed with a gloomy face. He was thinking about where Potter disappeared. A few years ago, he also said that he was in danger in a dark forest somewhere. The kid didn't know why He just likes to drill into the woods. Maybe this is a breakthrough. He is going to find a map and circle all the forests in the UK.

Suddenly, he paused, realizing that he was not the only one in the supposedly quiet alley.

Snape's heart was beating wildly. The aftermath of the war made him slip his wand into his palm almost subconsciously. He squinted his eyes and saw a black figure falling in the shadow of the alley. He seemed motionless there. For some time now, the snow blown by the wind has fallen on him in a thin layer.

The man was lying on the ground with his face buried under his arms, as if he had fallen to the ground exhausted from walking.

Snape couldn't restrain himself from clenching his fists, and it took three or four seconds before he regained his voice: "Who's there?"

No one answered.

He actually knew who it was, it must be, no one else knew this alley, and no one would collapse in such a remote place on a snowy day, except for that troublesome kid, it must be him.

But Snape didn't even dare to call his name, lest he wasn't, there was nothing worse than shattering hope, he had had enough.

So Snape walked over slowly, poked the man with the tip of his stick, and the young man lying on the ground stretched out on the snow like a poached egg turned upside down, revealing a dirty face and a lightning bolt. scar.

"Potter!" Snape rushed forward and hugged him. The boy in his arms was as cold as a frozen turkey that had just been plucked. of ice.

Snape didn't know how he felt at this moment, he strode towards his house, knocked open the door and carried Harry into the bedroom, he was thankful that he had added enough firewood to the fireplace before he left, and his house was full of firewood at this moment. nice and warm.

I don't know how long Harry had been lying in the snow, Snape didn't dare to put him by the fireplace rashly, so he had to strip off the dirty clothes on Harry's body, leaving only the young man in his underwear. A person is wrapped in a quilt.

The heartbeat was weak, but thankfully there was.

Snape called out the Patronus, and said calmly: "George