[HP] Secret help

Looking at the back of the leader.

looked at Snape.

The world seemed to be sliced ​​in two by a plastic knife, and Harry was thrown into the unwanted cream, revealing only a pale, bony hand from which he was about to sink in, caught by the Greasy, sweet, bubbly cream gobbled it up until Snape grabbed his hand and pulled him out.

He was wrapped in the cake embryo with the aroma of egg yolk by the man, and the cream brought out from the sinking became the embellishment on the tip.

— “Do you like whole grains?”

Snape raised the toast in his hand, impatiently as if waving away a fly in front of him.

Harry woke up with a start: "No—no, I mean, it's all good, I'll eat anything."

Snape threw the toast into the cart and approached him slowly: "Did you look in the mirror before you went out, Potter?"

Harry shook his head, "No."

Snape said: "Now you look like a water ghost just fished out of the Black Lake, and you can guard Azkaban with the dementors in a ragged robe."

Harry opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Snape didn't say anything, just pushed the cart into Harry's arms: "You push it."

Harry took the handle, only to realize that there were already a lot of things inside, most of which were ingredients, and the rest were some simple daily necessities.

Snape has never been a good interpreter, he just used sharp sentences to cut people's shame, never said a word of comfort, when he was young, he was stuck at the door of the Hogwarts lounge and told the red-haired The little witch's apology was perhaps the pinnacle of compromise in his life, and he's slid all the way down the Great Rift Valley ever since.

So even now, he didn't know what to say to Harry.

They seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, buying some dispensable things for Harry, such as plush slippers, gloves, or something else. The salesperson in the woolen goods section seemed to be a new girl who was very interested in the work. Love is like a volcano that has accumulated for a long time, and finally found an outlet among the few customers in the snow-covered London supermarket.

When the two were browsing the new scarves, she approached them familiarly, and enthusiastically said to Snape who was walking in front, "Are you going to buy a scarf for your son?"

The two people who were asked were taken aback.

Snape reacted quickly, and replied with a dark face: "No."

The salesperson asked again, "Are you going to buy it for yourself?"

Snape looked like he really wanted to take out his wand and give the person opposite him a "swoon": "I mean, he's not my son."

Before the red-faced little girl could say anything to explain, Harry behind him suddenly burst into earth-shattering laughter.

He seemed to have endured it for a long time and finally couldn't hold it anymore. He laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face, and he almost lost his voice.

Snape was no longer embarrassed. He crossed his arms and found that his emotions had changed from initial anger to inexplicable, and then to helplessness amidst Harry Potter's exaggerated laughter. He felt that he might have "died" once His soul had been sublimated to a certain extent, and he would not easily get angry when facing this brat, so Snape asked calmly, "Is it so interesting to be my son, Potter?"

"No...no." Harry straightened up and wiped his tears with the handle of the shopping cart. He hadn't laughed like this for a long time, and even his lungs hurt a little, "It's just why did she recognize me as your son? It doesn't look like it at all, does it?"

"Who knows." Snape glared at the little girl next to him who kept apologizing, regretting that she might never have had the eyesight, "Maybe she thinks you are following me, acting like a good baby who listens to daddy .”

In fact, since this saleswoman can stand here to serve customers, she still has some ability to read words and deeds, but it's a pity that Mr. Potter is always behind Snape's half-step behavior. She never thought that the two would be "good friends" "Friends" is an equal relationship, and lovers' words are too unfamiliar, so the little girl had to choose between brother and father and son. Unfortunately, she guessed wrong about both.

"Have you laughed enough?" Snape glanced at him expressionlessly.

Harry grinned and raised his hands in surrender. He raised his hand and pulled out a reddish-brown scarf from various scarves, and pushed the car forward first.

They walked through a few more rows of shelves, and the trolley stopped in front of the shelves in the wash area.Harry looked at the brightly colored bottles and mumbled thoughtfully, "Maybe I should buy a new set of toiletries?"

Harry remembered the half-used bottle of Snape's shampoo, which was one of the common brands in London households. It was also displayed on the shelf in front of him. Shampoo often smells of various refreshing scents. Of course Harry remembers this smell, and it is passing down from the top of his furry head at this time. It stands to reason that Snape should smell this way too, but he never smelled.

However, in the next second, or even less than a second, Harry saw Snape tilt his head, condescendingly cast his eyes on the shelf next to him, his dry hair shook slightly, The familiar scent that Harry was familiar with himself wafted from the tip of Snape's hair.

Just like rumors that people in love will smell the unique hormonal smell of each other, Harry seems to have smelled it suddenly, a little mint, green grass, mixed with the aroma of lemon, he guessed so.

If the smell could be seen, they might be wrapped in the same color, like Snape's scent embracing him, or his scent creeping into Snape's arms - the height difference is always hard to ignore, no matter what. .

——Or, a deeper place.

Harry's face suddenly turned red, and he didn't know why he was being shy, like a little girl who just fell in love, always blushing and smiling for no reason.

Snape happened to turn his head and saw Harry Potter holding a shampoo bottle and looking at him. On the pale cheeks in convalescence, two patches of withered red were blown by the cold wind in the early days of winter. He saw that the boy was uncomfortable. He licked his lips eagerly, adding a touch of faint water color to the dry lips, like spring rain falling on the earth that has been thirsty all winter, and it disappeared in an instant.

Seems like a secret invitation.

— It shouldn’t be just a lick.

He should hold the hand, and spread butter and honey on the two lips that should have been beautiful and plump, with sweetness and aroma, and the luster of oil and honey.

Unexpectedly, Snape pinched Harry's chin with his fingers, raised his thumb again, and wiped hard on the lower lip that was simply moistened.

"Too dry," he said nonchalantly.

Harry raised his eyes sharply, looking a little shocked.

Maybe it was because the winter wind was really too strong, or maybe Snape made too much strength, a crack appeared next to Snape's fingertips, and in an instant, small beads of blood flowed out, hanging on Harry's fingertips. on slightly pale lips.

It is probably some kind of deeply hidden inferiority of human beings. They always like to cut off the heels and branches of blooming flowers, tear their petals, like to admire the cracks on fine porcelain, and like to crush the self-esteem of extremely proud people. Loves to rip through the clothing and skin of the mighty, seeing them gory and dying.

Just like this time.

Snape had seen Gryffindor's golden lion laughing heartily and vigorously on the Quidditch field, so he felt a small, unspeakable feeling for the savior's pale and bloody face...

Aggression.

eighth glass bead

When they walked out of the supermarket with big bags and small bags, the sky had already been slightly darkened. Perhaps it was because Harry was not in good health. Even though he had walked outside on an empty stomach for so long, he still didn't feel very hungry.

After all, they wanted to go back to their place directly, and the two of them didn't have to go back and forth like they did when they came here. They apparated at the corner of a sparsely populated street. Although Harry advocated eating casually outside, Snape sneered at this, and questioned He was going to start working on the stomach, so they went back and went home.

Snape slammed open the door, waved his wand, and let those messy things fly out of the shopping bag by category. The ingredients floated into the kitchen, and the daily necessities floated around the house. As for Harry Potter's personal belongings, they were still pitifully left there. When nothing else flew out, Harry picked up the shopping bag and put it into his room.

Snape was indeed not good at cooking, and Harry saw it at the dinner table. Instead of handing over the kitchen to Harry as he said before, he sent the boy to the bedroom and cooked soup in it himself.

It was a pot of beef clear soup. I cut two tomatoes and added some vegetables that were not in season. It looked red, green and green. The clear soup was one bowl per person. The appearance was not bad. Unfortunately, the stewed beef was not too bad. The oil foam on the top was not cleaned enough, and the taste was still bland after adding salt. Snape only said that for his stomach, fried food should not be considered for the time being.

The two sat at both ends of the rectangular dining table and finished their dinner. It was not the first time they ate alone, but this time it was more embarrassing than before. There were no polite greetings, and even Harry Potter, who always took care of the atmosphere, was unusually silent.

Before going to sleep, Harry realized that he had bought so many useful and useless things during the day, but forgot to buy a new set of pajamas.Merlin, he hadn't changed a single piece of clothes after wandering around for so long, and Harry swears he really forgot about it.And Snape and Hermione didn't know whether it was because the pajamas were too personal and didn't have the nerve to remind him, or they were equally smart and didn't think of it for a while. After all, before he could really go to the ground, he really slept without pajamas. All in all, Harry still felt anxious before going to bed.

Snape looked at the mouth of the savior in front of him.