Trouble with hp love at first sight

"Are you really going to see Dumbledore?" Harry still felt that it all happened too fast, or that he hadn't woken up from a dream.

Oh—wouldn't that mean that the young man in front of him was really going to become the greasy, gloomy old bat he was familiar with?

He couldn't help looking at Snape again and again, and looked around. He had already changed into a newly bought black robe, and he had washed his hair. His hair was extremely dry and fluffy. Bats are linked.

Well, he admitted that if Snape becomes gloomy and greasy 11 years later—"What is your expression?" Harry stared in horror at the face that quickly became gloomy, and he didn't need to describe any more. Deep in my memory, the old bat I saw for the first time at the age of 11 is very similar.

"You seem to be very happy." Snape glanced at Harry coldly, "Or do you want to follow along and express your righteousness to Dumbledore, so that the Order of the Phoenix can take you in? Can you fall in love with James Potter and act as a blood relative?"

"No! Why do you think that?" Harry looked at Snape in astonishment, "I won't go to see Dumbledore, and I don't know James well." He pursed his lips as he spoke, only he The regret in his eyes betrayed his true heart.

He wanted to see James and Lily, as well as his young godfather and Remus.Of course what he wanted to see most was Dumbledore, and he even wanted to tell him everything about the Horcruxes.

But he couldn't—damn, he just couldn't change history.

If he changed history, then he couldn't go back and Snape would die!How can he disregard the life of a person who has been protecting him?

And he didn't know how much he had changed, Harry looked at Snape, his eyes became complicated, emerald green eyes looked at him clearly through the lens.

"I just hope that you can teach those children with your heart. That is Hogwarts, the home of all of us."

"You have a heart that can't be exhausted, Daniel." Snape sneered, "You have never been to Hogwarts, if I succeed in applying, I will take you to see that majestic castle And the largest library in all of England—that's the treasure of the wizarding world." He looked at Harry with a rare softness in his eyes.

"But before that, you need to get rid of your Madonna feelings." Snape snorted, "I very much doubt that you will soften your heart towards those children, even when you have a child in the future..."

"I'm not going to have kids." Harry bit his lip, "I'm a man, unless—unless—" He grabbed his hair and pulled it more messily like his complicated state of mind, "I can't With a witch."

Even if he went back, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for him to fall in love with someone else.

He is not something that anyone can do casually, and that is disrespect for others.

Harry looked at Snape, "If you want children, it's none of my business anyway."

He admitted that he felt a tearing pain in his left chest when the child was mentioned, and it was Snape who mentioned it first. How did he view their relationship - or was it just a physical relationship?

Snape frowned, and he stretched out his hand to caress the soft cheek, the fine down on the cheek was all stretched out, just like the touch of egg pudding.

"It seems that your teacher didn't tell you that, of course, not only a potion master can make fertility potions." Snape lifted Harry's chin, and his fingers pressed against the plump lips , caressing the lips with velvet toughness like rose petals.

"Magic is omnipotent, and can even brew new life."

Harry opened that hand, well, now he knew he really lacked common sense.

So, what Snape was saying was - no, there would be nothing between them!

"Instead of brewing life, you should teach and educate people!" Harry pushed Snape, pushing the tall and thin young man towards the fireplace.

"Do you really want to be a Potions Master?" Harry couldn't help asking again as he held the Floo powder, looking at Snape, wondering if he really wanted to, or just Consider this a must.

"I'd rather be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts than Potions." Snape leaned in and kissed Harry on the cheek, "but for reasons both of you and I know, that can't happen."

Harry understood that Snape meant that Voldemort wanted the position too, and that as a Death Eater he could not defy Voldemort.

"Dumbledore likes honest people." Harry couldn't help exhorting.

"I know." Snape twitched his lips.

So the floo powder was sprinkled, and he got out of the fireplace of the Pig's Head, coughed, and waved his wand to clear away the dust floating around.

The fireplace hadn't been cleaned in ages, as was the pub's filthy setting, with cobwebs and dried-on stains everywhere.

There was no one in the bar except the bar owner. There weren't many customers in this bar, and Snape had been here during Hogsmeade Week, oh—of course he knew that the foursome were here to help overworked.

Thinking of this, Snape's expression became even more gloomy.

He walked towards the private room in the bar, although it was still twenty or ten minutes before the time he and Dumbledore agreed on.

"The man with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approached... born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... born at the end of the seventh month..." as Snape approached the promised interview booth , he heard a female voice so sharp that it made his scalp tingle, and this sentence - his pupils shrank for a moment, and his mind was rarely blank because of this strange experience.

He knew who the Dark Lord was referring to, so - it was a prophecy!

"The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month!" Snape missed a paragraph in a moment of distraction, but he didn't miss the last sentence.

Rapture welled up in Snape's heart, he knew what it would mean if he told the Dark Lord this prophecy - he looked around to make sure that the only ones besides him in the booth were the barkeeper who was wiping the glass which was not always clean.

At this time, the bar owner looked over, his eyes were inexplicably sharp—maybe it was a guilty conscience.

Snape had a straight face, as expressionless as ever, and even had a gloomy face. He went to the booth, pulled out a chair, and waited for the door of the private room to open.

About 10 minutes later, the door opened, and what came out was—Snape narrowed his eyes, he knew who this person was—Sybill Trelawney, whom he had seen at school, who was older than him. Several generations older, descendant of the famous seer Cassandra Trelawney.

That's all the more testimony that it was a true prophecy.

"Oh, Severus, you've arrived." Dumbledore, who came out to see Trelawney off, stroked his beard. He looked at Snape who was waiting outside the private room in surprise.

"I haven't been here for long." Snape nodded, with his inherent indifference, "I came at the appointed time."

"Then come in." Those sea-blue eyes looked at the young man in front of him through the eyes. He had watched the boy grow up and understood the entanglement between him and the group of four.

Although two years had passed, Hogwarts graduated so many students every year, and he still remembered it, which showed that he was a very special child.

"I've seen your resume. You're already a master of potions." After Dumbledore sat down, he took off his glasses and wiped them carefully, then took out Snape's resume from the document bag.

"You are really young and promising." Those wise eyes looked at Snape through the glasses, as if they could see through his outer shell, looking directly at whether his heart was dirty or pure.

"How did you come to Hogwarts to apply for a teaching position?"

Dumbledore likes honest people.

"Hogwarts is like my home. I like the atmosphere of Hogwarts very much, and the rich collection of books, which is conducive to my better research on potions." Snape spoke the words he had thought, But these are very clichés, he looked into those unmoved eyes, it was the kind headmaster who asked him to forgive Remus Lupine, even if he almost killed him—could it be because he was rescued that Can't you hold a grudge?

Snape stopped the negative emotions overflowing in his heart, he was extremely calm, and then explained his reasons after a pause, "It's time for me to find a serious job to support my family, brewing potions is not enough, if there is any Maybe I'll have another kid." He used the word hypothetical, vaguely describing what he believed to be fact.

"Oh, you've reached this age too." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, he smiled relaxedly, took out a bag of Lemon Sherbet from his pocket, tore it open, and handed an extra one to Snape.

Snape took the candy hesitantly, but he didn't eat it, just put it in his pocket.He knew Daniel liked these sweet things.

"I really want to get this position." Snape continued to describe himself, "I also know Slughorn's previous teaching mode, and I am quite familiar with textbooks, and I think these are my advantages. "

"Well, that sounds good." Dumbledore nodded.

Then he continued to look at the resume in his hand and started to ask some professional questions.

And he was always cheerful, and he didn't seem to know the real purpose of this young man's application.He knew Voldemort wanted to send a spy, and the Potions Professor was a very good target.

It is very difficult to find a qualified Potions professor. This is a course with a high risk factor, and non-professionals cannot be competent.It would have been nice if Horace had stayed longer, but his rheumatism was so bad that he could no longer stand on stage.

Dumbledore tugged at the candy bow on his long beard anxiously. How could English wizards be so poor at potions?

Severus' résumé was very qualified, but he was a Slytherin, and he couldn't believe that such a good young Potions Master hadn't been recruited by the Death Eaters.

Oh, he should be worried about the IQ of British wizards, especially those born in old-fashioned families. Those people probably think others are fools.