The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry Potter felt a splitting headache, as if he drank a huge amount of high-purity alcohol, which made him whimper uncontrollably.

"Uh woo..." Harry barely opened his heavy eyelids, and what he saw was a strange ceiling... Wait!Really never seen it!

This is not the description scene written in the novel that I secretly peek at on weekdays, but a truly strange scene.

"What the hell!"

Harry immediately straightened up, and then he was crushed by the pain from his waist, and fell down under the soft quilt with a thud.

By the time Harry was able to walk out of the bedroom normally, about half an hour had passed. During this period, he thought he was being kidnapped, so he searched for a place in the room to try to escape, and then forced himself to calm down. After all, it was obvious that the room There is another person besides him.

Whether it's the two pillows side by side on the bed, the distinct sides in the closet, or the two sets of toiletries of the same style and similar colors in the bathroom, they all clearly proved this for Harry.

Although Harry was reluctant to admit it, Harry Potter, the head of the Auror Division, who had been single for more than 20 years, had to accept the fact that he seemed to have a wife.

This is very frightening, after all, Harry has been very self-conscious since he was in Hogwarts, and has never had an affair with any woman... Naturally, the same is true for men, although Hermione and Ron once suspected that he liked Malfoy That guy, but always met with fierce disapproval from Harry.

I, Harry Potter, the great savior, am actually asexual!

Even so, it's just that he hasn't met anyone that Harry really likes.

Think more.Standing in the bedroom, Harry took a deep breath towards the door that went out on that side. After finally fighting mentally, he yanked the door open——

—nobody.

Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little bit disappointed: he really didn't know who the person he could marry was, and he was really interested.

He walked through the spacious corridor and looked towards the first floor through the railing next to it. There seemed to be no one underneath, only a dining table could be seen, and the stairs were actually not far in front of him.

It wasn't until Harry got to the first floor that he didn't understand what was going on.The decoration of the whole house is bright and warm, making people feel sleepy just looking at it.

...This is probably the feeling of home, right?

Harry sighed, just looking at the atmosphere here, he was already full of hope for the rest of his life, which was not good.

He hesitated, and sat down at the dining table. Before he could take a closer look around, a meal appeared on the table.

The steaming food exuded an alluring aroma, and Harry couldn't help swallowing, but he wanted to get some information first, so he called out tentatively.

"Uh, Dobby?"

There was a loud popping sound in the air, and a house-elf in a red and white maid outfit appeared in the air, and it seemed to have gotten used to it.

"Sir, Charmander said that Charmander's name is Charmander, why can't you remember it!" The handsome house elf pinched his waist angrily: "And you're lying in bed again! Be careful, I'll sue the master !"

Harry was speechless, and he continued to probe cautiously: "Okay, little... Charmander? What else did your master say?"

"Wait, this is not my duty, you have to call Squirtle." Charmander looked proud: "Charmander belongs to the kitchen!"

"Oh...Okay." Harry paused, "Then you go on to work, Squirrel is...?"

On the other side of him, there was a bang in the air, and a house elf in a blue and white maid outfit exploded: "It's me!"

Before leaving, Charmander specifically told Harry: "Eat it while it's hot, otherwise the master will be unhappy again."

Harry nodded quickly, watched the Charmander disappear, and then turned to the Squirrel Turtle—I have to say, their names are too strange—and asked, "Did your master leave a message for me?"

"Of course, sir." Jenny Tortoise said sternly: "The master said: 'Today is the first day of Hogwarts, let him sleep a little longer, even if he doesn't go to work today, I will be back in the evening.'"

For some reason, Harry chewed on the steaming fried egg, and suddenly felt very moved: [beep], I still have work to do!

So he quickly finished his meal, and with the help of another house elf in a green and white maid outfit, he got dressed for going out and decided to go to work.

As for the elf's name, according to him, it seems to be the seed of the frog, and he hates being called garlic bastard... the meaning is unknown.

When Harry finally arrived at the familiar Ministry of Magic, the familiar Auror Division, he felt tears welling up in his eyes, especially seeing those familiar subordinates and colleagues, even made him forget the dull pain in his waist.

"Look, who is this?" A familiar voice came, and Harry turned his head immediately. It was indeed Ron, who was winking and smiling: "How does it feel to be newlywed?"

"Ahaha..." Harry laughed dryly, scratching his head: "Then what, it's not bad?" At least this strange home left me feeling today, it's really not bad, no one has seen it yet.

Ron gave him a light elbow: "Oh, come on, don't take advantage of it and be good-looking, you stole a flower from Slytherin."

Harry pretended to be very happy and echoed, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief—it seems to be a girl, it's okay...wait, why am I worried about this?

Although it was said to be going to work, in fact, because he came too late, he returned home from get off work after a short stay, and Harry really couldn't bear to look at him with teasing eyes every time someone came. is a torture.

He went back to that house, that home again.

It was just late, and no one came back. Harry waited silently for a long time, from the dining table, to the sofa in the living room, and finally to the bed in the bedroom.

His body had been clamoring for exhaustion all day, so when Harry lay on the bed for a while, he was drifting off to sleep.

About the conversation...how about we talk about it tomorrow?

As he thought so, he vaguely heard the sound of the fireplace on the first floor and the voices of some house elves, and then everything returned to silence.

Until the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Harry's heart tightened, and before he could take any action, his body was warm.The body was close to his side, and the soft lips were gently pressed against his ear, and the man smiled.

The voice is a bit sweet... just doesn't sound like a girl?Harry thought so.

"...Why, are you going to bed so early?" There seemed to be some grievances in the words: "You didn't wait for me, and went to bed by yourself."

Before Harry could speak, the voice laughed again: "Sorry, I'm late tonight... There are a lot more students at Hogwarts, and, you know, Professor Snape asked me to come over Helped."

? ? ?Professor Snape?Hogwarts?Harry forced a "hmm" out of his throat.

"Hmm... are you so tired?" The man sounded distressed, but then became happy again: "It's okay, you don't need to work hard anyway, it will be fine in a while..."

Harry stood up with difficulty, before he had time to say anything, he turned on the lamp beside the bed.

Under the soft light, a pair of bright golden pupils immediately appeared in front of Harry, followed by beautiful soft silver hair and delicate cheeks.

cheated!This is not a girl!

Harry tried to step back, but the back of his head was held down by the man, and then his soft and juicy lips pressed against him, and he mumbled, "Harry..." as if he was acting coquettishly.

Harry's brain immediately became a mess, and before his consciousness sank into darkness, he suddenly remembered the man's name.

Daniel Alva Jerome.

The author has something to say:

Harry is the original Harry, the one who is not married and has no partner. I am the pure love god of war!Shuangjie party!Tauren (ntr must not survive from me!

Cough, Gongshou, you must be sure, although Daniel is acting like a strong attacker, but in fact... In short, diversification is essential!

Although the Valentine's Day episode is not posted on Valentine's Day, I wrote it on Valentine's Day hahahahaha.If you write a sand sculpture episode, you will automatically get excited.jpg, outrageous.