[HP] Secret help

He took a breath and asked, "Where are we going?"

Snape said dryly, "Buy something the Saviors live on."

"Oh." Harry nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He was actually a little cold. The cold bath before seemed to make him catch a cold. Harry comforted himself. This is probably the reason why he was a little dizzy at this time, not Snake. Pu said he would go to the supermarket with him.

"Why doesn't this stupid car come here?" Snape cursed a little irritably.

"Hmm...Professor, I think we have to find another way to travel." Harry pointed to the note behind the stop sign, "It says that buses are not available because of the snow."

Snape was taken aback for a moment, and walked around behind the stop sign in disbelief: "These damned..."

He paused, but didn't say the rest, Snape looked at Harry: "Okay Potter, come with me."

Harry nodded and followed.

In fact, it was a bit embarrassing for the two of them to be in the same company. They had never stayed together with nothing to do, and it was usually accompanied by confinement, teaching, or other things. Snape was tired of coping with such scenes, and could only keep silent.

However, Harry seemed to be in a good mood. He followed Snape a step or two away, even humming a song that Snape had never heard before. The flakes of snow crunched, as if they were adding to his country tune.

Snape was somewhat infected by Harry. He had never seen the Savior so relaxed and relaxed. Even after the war, they were in St. Mungo's ward, separated by a paring knife and a pair of hands holding apples. When slowly turning his hands, Harry was also a little stiff and tense.

So Snape said quietly, "What are you humming?"

Harry stopped suddenly, and panicked like a frightened small animal: "Sorry, I disturbed you, did I get carried away?"

Snape turned his head: "I'm just asking, Potter, no one is blaming you. As for getting carried away, what do you have to be proud of?"

Harry laughed twice, and quickly stepped forward to walk side by side with Snape: "It's nothing, you know, you are always too busy after graduation, and you rarely have the opportunity to hang out like this."

And it turned out to be with you.Harry didn't say the second half of the sentence.

"Great men are always busy," Snape snorted.

Harry could tell he meant no harm, so he just smiled.

The two became quiet again, and for a while there was only the sound of their boots stepping on the snow, which didn't matter, but for Harry, everything was silent again, and everything was white except white, and the snow covered everything Dwelling, as if they were stuck in place in an endless white box.

Harry's teeth chattered, and the nausea in his stomach returned.

please, please...

Something whispered in Harry's ear.

Hi everyone, has anyone seen me?

The voice spoke mournfully.

please have a word with me...

"Cold?" Snape turned to look at the people next to him.

Harry gave a confused "Huh?" without even turning his head.

"Miss Know-It-All has something that can't be done, can't she?" Snape muttered, and with no one around, he pulled the end of the scarf from his coat collar, crushed the moldings, and pulled out a gray yarn, flicking the wand to transform it into a scarf.

Snape put the newly conjured scarf on Harry's naked/exposed neck, and said condescendingly: "Wrap yourself up, there is an ingredient in the cold medicine mixed with the medicine you are taking now There will be side effects, so don't trouble me."

Something was closing in, Harry felt it, and instead of the sharp pain that usually woke him up, it was a soft yet firm touch, with a warmth that couldn't be ignored.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked impatiently, "Do you still need me to wrap Mr. Potter with a beautiful bow three and a half times?"

Harry's cheeks became hot, and he hurriedly wrapped the scarf with the residual warmth of Snape's skin around his neck and raised his eyes apologetically: "Sorry, I was distracted."

"Obviously." Snape curled his lips.

The snow was clear, and Harry buried half of his face in the thick scarf and gasped for breath, savoring the feeling of gratitude for being alive after a catastrophe, but luckily the weather was cold enough, and the two of them were breathing on white. Angry, Snape didn't notice anything unusual about him.

Perhaps the potion Snape concocted for him had some effect, helping him suppress that terrible feeling again and again, and a hope that had long since disappeared came to Harry's heart again.

Maybe I'll be fine.Harry thought, Snape could help me heal.

— as Harry secretly did before.

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After walking for about four or 10 minutes, more pedestrians occasionally passed by the two of them. The snow on the road was swept away, and the trace of the bus was gradually found.

Snape led Harry onto a bus with only three or two passengers, and they sat side by side in the last row in the air-conditioning, each loosening their scarves wrapped around their collars.Harry removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose, and wiped the condensation from the sudden heat with the scarf Snape had given him.

The glasses were very cold, with the cold feeling of being on ice for 10 minutes in winter, and the water mist couldn't be wiped off too clean for a while. Harry took off the glasses repeatedly until Snape reached out and pinched the temples to remove them. He took it, whispered something into the lens with the wand hidden in his sleeve, and returned it.

His glasses were no longer foggy, Harry glanced sideways at Snape, and murmured his thanks, but Snape just gave a slight "hmm" and didn't say anything more.

"I thought we could walk there," said Harry.

Snape snorted, "Your poor old professor can't afford a fancy downtown suite."

"I don't like living downtown either," Harry said with a smile.

Yes, Snape had heard Hermione say that the boy had thought of living in the country with the godfather he had just met.

"Why?" Snape blurted out, but almost instantly, he realized that such a question might be too personal, and he and Harry Potter?Apparently not quite there yet, so he quickly added, "That's not an obligatory question."

Harry looked a little surprised, he opened his eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, there is nothing we can't say, there are too many people and too noisy, that's all."

Without waiting for Snape to reply, Harry continued on his own, "If possible, I would like to buy a house in the country."

I know.Snape said in his mind.

"It doesn't need to be too big, not even two layers, I... Maybe someone else." Harry's eyes flickered, and he said vaguely, "No one else, we—I can plant a small field and spread it randomly in the spring." Take the seed, loosen the soil when you remember it, and let the weeds grow slowly if you forget it.”

Harry locked his eyes on a small area below his field of vision, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Snape's legs crossed, his hands resting on his knees, each finger like a delicate twig stripped of bark , looking pale but pliable in the languid winter sun.

—and give Harry a new life.

"Sorry, that's kind of stupid isn't it?"

Snape didn't answer, just looked out of the window and said flatly, "It's almost here."

"So fast?" Harry said in surprise.

Snape shot him a look. "With all due respect, you spent nearly 10 minutes cleaning those stupid glasses of yours."

Harry touched his nose and said nothing.

The bus stopped slowly after one or two minutes, and they got off one after another. I have to say that the big supermarket is indeed more popular than the Spider's End Lane where Snape lives. Although it is not full of traffic, it is always more lively .

Harry hadn't been in a place with so many people for a long time, he stood under the bus sign a little at a loss, until Snape suddenly grabbed his wrist and slammed forward, and a bicycle whizzed by behind him.

Snape scolded: "What are you in a daze for again, Potter, has the supermarket touched any sensitive nerve of yours again?"

Harry touched his nose: "Sorry, I was distracted again."

"Follow up." Snape was dissatisfied.

He said yes, but Snape still didn't let go of Harry's wrist. He walked fast, and Harry who was behind was stumbled by him, but he never stopped.

Harry suddenly remembered that year, in his sixth or fifth year, when the war was exciting but not so imminent, and Snape was still his unfriendly potions master, "caring" in all the bad ways His life study, he pulled his wrist like today to catch the last Hogwarts train, and walked down the spiral staircase round and round.

This scene once appeared in Harry's dream, he didn't really want to call it a nightmare, although the atmosphere seemed to be, in that dream, Snape also pulled him, he couldn't see Snape's face, only the back , the short black hair that flew up due to strenuous exercise was very much like the dirty thick curtain that once swallowed Sirius.

There was a light in front of them, like a small dark hole, and the stairs under their feet were stretching in twists and turns, and the stairs they ran crumbled into powder behind them, and they kept running like this forever, as if there was nothing. the end.

Harry still remembers that in the dream he was anxious and restless, because of the mirage-like hope, and the hard-to-find retreat, but someone kept pulling him, forcing him to run like a treadmill, which was so strange that it seemed unbearable. During the intermission of gasping for a while, Harry emptied his mind, and only kept watching in this spiraling nightmare.