[HP] Secret help

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"I don't think he's all right," Snape said softly. "A savior always wants to be different."

Hermione continued: "I know, he's the hardest one, but—"

"Tricking a Muggle, Granger, couldn't be easier," Snape interrupted. "Just a little Confusion Charm."

"Damn..." Hermione mused, clutching her forehead.

Harry turned over suddenly on the bed, and Snape's pillow was wet with cold sweat, and he yelled, "No—no!"

"No...please, don't—"

"Nightmare, life and death, PTSD, well..." Snape turned his head and glanced at him, covered Harry with the quilt again, stood up from the edge of the bed, and said with a cold face, "We stand here against Potter. Saying it doesn't do any good, it's better to change the place to talk."

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When Harry regained consciousness, it was late afternoon, and the sound of him struggling to pull his arm out from under the thick quilt made Snape lift his eyes from his book.

"Water?" Snape asked.

Harry nodded, and he found his throat was like two pieces of paper stuck together, too dry to make a sound.

Snape helped him sit up, and handed him a glass of warm water mixed with honey.

Although his arms were limp, fortunately he still had the strength to hold a cup. If Snape needed to feed him, he would really be unable to hold his head up.Harry took a few sips of water, raised his eyelashes and glanced at Snape who was aside.

"Drink up," Snape said.

"Snape." Harry put down his glass and called him softly.Snape turned his head to look at him expressionlessly, the two were so close that Harry saw a small version of himself in the other's dark eyes.

Snape was the first to look away.

"I thought you kind of liked looking me in the eye," said Harry, holding his glass.

"Shut up Potter, you're making me sound like a voyeuristic pervert."

Harry laughed twice: "I thought I was dreaming again, until you told me to shut up just now, and I had the feeling of 'ah, that's right, this is Snape'."

Snape sarcastically said: "It seems that Mr. Potter's brain has not recovered from the coma."

"Maybe you're right." Harry said nonchalantly, he lifted the quilt to look at his chest, and asked, "You treated my wound?"

Snape looked at him meaningfully: "I've done more for you than that."

"Well, thank you." Harry looked at him sincerely.

The boy's eyes were like a clear lake, that pleasant green color, filled with sparkling water in the afterglow, Snape admitted that he used to love to stare into his eyes, missing what he never had Old loves, and people who have passed away.

The Potter Kid had the sharp temper of his father, but had gentle eyes like his mother, and Snape couldn't face those eyes, just as he couldn't face Harry Potter at this moment.

I don't know when that secret concern changed, not only when St. Mungo started, he watched Harry grow up little by little, and his wings gradually became more and more abundant, probably the feeling that was opposite to the plot of the baby bird, What kind of mother bird plot, he is used to borrowing the name of a "son of an old man" to secretly protect Harry Potter under his wings, he is used to watching him, teaching him, and then flapping his wings to drive him out of the nest, Watching the Potter boy stumbling and flying into the sky without any danger.

— until, in the Shrieking Shack, with a hole in his neck, he lay bloodied on the dusty, battered floor.He was waiting for death with nothing on his body, nothing in his mind, nothing to think about. At this moment, Snape realized that death is a matter of one person.

But Harry Potter appeared, and when his eyes were slightly darkened due to excessive blood loss, the kid squatted down without saying a word, and pressed his neck helplessly.

So Snape seemed to be alive again, struggling to shake the shackles of death.The little bird he raised flew back to the nest, and every feather was beautiful and plump, and it grew well.

Harry carried him on his back, and the 17-year-old's back had grown strong and broad. Their roles were reversed for the first time, and Snape realized that the cub had already grown up and didn't need his special care. , and even said that it could save his life.

But at the same time it can kill him.

"When people thank you, Snape." Harry looked at him and said plausibly, "Shouldn't you answer one, you're welcome?"

Snape recovered from his stupefaction, curled his lips: "You greedy brat."

He picked up the potion from the bedside table, replaced the glass in Harry's hand, and simply ordered: "Drink it."

The potion, just like Snape's normal performance, looked terrible, and Harry squeezed the bottle in disgust, looked at it, and asked, "What is this?"

But before Snape could answer, Harry said quickly again: "It's not questioning or doubting, I'm just asking casually, you know, too much curiosity."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, made a "I can't help it" expression, raised his head and drank the potion, he frowned, stuck out his tongue, and put the empty bottle back into Snape's hand : "Ugh, this taste really... so what is it, this?"

"It's just a nutritional supplement." Snape also shrugged his shoulders... expressing the meaning of how could you drink this kind of thing if you don't lose yourself, "and a little more, a tranquilizer."

Harry raised his head sharply: "You know?"

Snape nodded at him with an empty bottle: "Let's not interrogate you today, boy, you need to sleep again."

Harry pinched the edge of the quilt vigilantly, and his breathing suddenly became rapid: "Did I...did I do something, to you? I swear it wasn't intentional, I don't know, I just didn't sleep well—— "

Snape put his hand on Harry's shoulder: "Calm down, boy, realize that you're in a powerful wizard's home, and while it may sound like I'm a megalomaniac like you, it's true, you, can What are you going to do to me, Potter?"

Harry calmed down and murmured his thanks.

"So for God's sake, lie down and go back to sleep, I believe the sleeping ingredients in the thing you just drank should have worked by now, and come and tell me about this nonsense when you're really alive and kicking s things."

Harry resigned himself to lying down, and fell into the soft pillow again. He seemed to be really tired, and his eyes closed slightly: "Thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape looked down at the boy who had fallen asleep again on the bed, and whispered, "You're welcome."

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No one knew this was the beginning of the nightmare, not even Snape.

Ron held Harry's shoulders, and the two slowly stood up while leaning against the edge of the bed: "Is it okay buddy, your leg?"

Half of Harry was hanging on Ron's body, his injured right leg was tentatively touching the ground, exerting light force once and for all: "Oh... I think it's probably okay, okay, I can't use much force."

The two dawdled by the bed for a while, Harry let go of Ron's hand, and took two steps through gritted teeth: "It's not a big problem, but I can't travel far."

"I'm glad you're all right, Harry." Hermione crossed her arms and looked seriously at the man who sat back on the bed again. "Should you tell us something?"

Harry pursed his lips, and glanced quietly at Ron beside him, who shrank his neck and squeezed his eyes, making a "you wish you were lucky, buddy" mouth shape.

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione called out his name loudly, "Be honest, where did you go missing for a month! And Professor Snape said what happened to your addiction to the water of life and death, I am not Can I tell you that that thing can’t be used more? Did you lie to me before your illness didn’t get better at all!”

"Okay, okay, Hermione, calm down." Harry stood up and wanted to pat Hermione on the shoulder, but she pushed him back on the bed, "Sit down!"

So Harry and Ron shrank their necks at the same time.

"Too bad for you." Harry saw Ron lip smacking at him.

"Okay, okay." Harry compromised, "Let's review last month."

"At first it was really just an accident. My colleague and I got separated. I saw Lubona flashing ahead, and the three of us chased him at the same time—"

"Rubona is the suspect Harry and I were after," Ron added.

Harry glanced at him and continued: "I caught up with him first, you have to admit, Hermione, none of them flew as fast as me, I fought with him for a while, and accidentally let Rubona run away again, I He rode a broom and chased him north until he came out of the forest, but he never caught up again, he was too cunning."

"Didn't the other Aurors notice the movement of two adult wizards throwing spells at each other? Could it be that they are collectively deaf?" Snape, who had stood aside for a long time, finally spoke.

"I don't know, Professor." Harry looked at him with some unease. "The forest is huge, maybe they are too far away from me."

"I swear I didn't hear anything..." Ron whispered aside.

Snape said succinctly: "Go on."

So Harry continued: "I flew out of the woods and realized I might be lost. I didn't know where I was. I was bleeding from the thigh that was pierced by Rubona. He used black magic and the Hemostatic Charm. It didn't work very well, I got dizzy after flying very far, fell off the broom, and when I woke up the broom was no longer