Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.57

When Harry opened the door and came in, he saw Snape hugging his sweetheart. He blinked, a little confused. After all, in his opinion, Snape was completely insulated from children—he wasn't Do you hate noisy little trolls the most?And Alexis was at the age where she was just over a year old, and she was just over a year old - oh, he should have hoped that Snape wouldn't turn his little girl into a potion!

"Professor, you look great." Harry walked over, and he held out his hand to Alexis without changing his expression, "You just woke up, this child will disturb you, and it's not convenient for the therapist to give you a hand." You do the examination." His tone was extremely respectful, and the distance between him and Snape was suddenly opened, as if he was such a well-behaved student who never provoked anyone's anger.

Snape stared at the disheveled young man, comparing the face to the hateful man he remembered - every time he saw him he would automatically recognize him as Daniel, the damn face Reminding him of the tragic experience that has always kept him from getting over the abandonment in the past.

And now he finally figured it out—there was only one person, and Harry was Daniel.So there was nothing wrong with his feeling at all!

"Even if you put on such a pretense, it can't change your nature, Potter." Snape snorted softly, his voice hadn't returned to normal, it was lighter and hoarse than before, and it also triggered a snarl when he spoke. cough.

He covered his mouth and coughed, turned his face to the side, then let go of his hand, and put the little girl back on the ground.

So Harry picked up his sweetheart, turned his head and met the therapist's eyes.

"Dad." Alexis' face in Harry's arms was fixed on Snape, and she reached out to him as hard as she could, trying to get back into the arms of her weathered father.

The therapist looked at the patient sitting on the bed, then at the young savior and the lovely one-year-old child in his arms.

This is a family!He was afraid that he knew a certain family secret.

Oh, no wonder Mr. Potter insisted on resuscitating Professor Snape. He even lived in St. Mungo's and didn't go anywhere. It turned out that they were a family.

So, Professor Snape is not alone, his family has always been by his side, and there is a child - a child!When exactly did Mr. Potter have the baby? —Is it adoption?

The therapist's gaze shifted from Alexis's face to Harry's, and immediately vetoed this guess, it was obviously his own!

"The kid likes to call everyone Daddy, she'll just say Daddy," Harry explained immediately, turning to the therapist behind him, and - oh, he couldn't bear to look at the old bastard!Anyone who is suddenly called dad will feel uncomfortable, especially an old bat with a small belly.

Harry rubbed his little sweetheart's head sadly, what should he do to make Snape stop blaming his little sweetheart, maybe the old bastard wouldn't be angry with a child - but this old bastard can treat an eleven-year-old He was swearing at each other, and just thinking about it made Harry feel like he should go downstairs and check his stomach.

Obviously his daughter can speak a lot of words!Sure enough, Potter is a complete little liar!

Snape stared coldly at Harry talking to himself and fooling others.

"Professor, since you're awake, let the therapist do the examination for you." Harry remembered the business, no matter what, the treatment couldn't be delayed, and he had already spent so much energy.

The old bastard must get better soon, so that he can pay off his life debt.

Under Harry's uneasy gaze, fortunately, Snape did not refute this request. Instead, he nodded to the therapist, then accepted the physical examination spell, and answered all the therapist's questions. delay any time.

It was as if he was urging the inspection to end as soon as possible, so that the third party who got in the way left as soon as possible.

Of course Harry didn't feel this, he just felt that Snape's cooperation was really great.Maybe he can go home tonight and get a good night's sleep.

"Mr. Snape, your body is recovering quite well. Although this bottle of antidote came a bit late, the potion has worked as well as possible. 80% of the toxins in the body have been removed, and the rest will be treated as follow-up. It will take some time to take soothing medicines every day to expel the remaining toxins and help you recover gradually." After the examination, the therapist told the results, and he continued to write on the medical record card.

"And his throat?" Harry couldn't help asking.

The therapist stopped writing, looking up from Harry to the man on the hospital bed who seemed unresponsive to the question.Holding on to his glasses, he thought to himself that they are indeed a couple, and that the savior cares so much about his professor that he is so anxious that his voice is a little hoarse.

"It's true that the snake bit him on the neck, very close to the vocal cords." The therapist said, holding the medical record card under his shoulder, he approached and asked Snape's consent, and touched his neck with both hands, pressing it away. Check his throat for damage, "Does it hurt?"

Snape frowned, but he didn't speak.

"I understand." The therapist nodded, and he let go of his hand.

Such a difficult patient - he has seen a lot, but he has a lot of ways.

So the therapist turned to Harry with an anxious face, "Before I only considered cleaning up the toxins, and forgot about his neck injury, I will add a dose of Golden Throat Potion, and you supervise him to take it every day. During the medication, try to talk as little as possible , In terms of diet, I will make a list, and you can arrange three meals for him according to the list, remember to prohibit spicy and alcohol."

"Ah." Harry snorted, he wasn't prepared to take care of Snape personally - he had originally thought that when the old bastard woke up, he could leave and go home.

But the therapist was right, how could Snape take care of himself by himself!Maybe when he goes back, he doesn't know how to drink a bottle of medicine, and he forgets about the doctor's advice, and after a while, he can go to see Merlin as he wishes!

"I'll take care of him, just tell me all about dietary and medication restrictions." Harry's eyes hardened after thinking about it, and he decided to take good care of Snape until he really got better.

Sure enough, the two are already living together!Merlin!He really wanted to tell other people this big gossip, but following the professional ethics of a therapist, the therapist who had heard enough gossip could only bury this private news in his stomach.

But—the professional ethics didn't make him keep his mouth shut about the members of the treatment team!

So the gossiping therapist walked out of the ward, and the patient's family members followed him. He turned his head and noticed the ring in Harry's hand. While staring at the ring, he carefully explained the doctor's orders to Harry. He took eager steps to find his colleagues to share the breaking news.

The Savior has a wedding ring on his hand!No wonder Mr. Snape became a spy. He was originally a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and the Savior even gave birth to a child for him!He even got married without telling the whole magic world!

What a happy couple!After tonight, I don't know how many Huaichun girls will have their hearts broken.

The therapist shook his head, and when he saw his colleague come out to pour a cup of coffee, he hurriedly called her to stop, and let the gossip go.

"The therapist is really busy." Harry looked at the therapist's hurried back and muttered.

Then he turned and groped for the doorknob—a sudden stimulus made Harry pause.

Harry looked at the door, he thought about his Severus, about their bits and pieces, and remembered the history that the old headmaster had told him could not be changed.

What if he never changed history?

"No." Harry shook his head, he couldn't imagine his Severus turning into an old bat, how could that be possible?

His Severus - well, really hated the loud, brainless platypus at Hogwarts, and only had a class for a while before complaining that the dull students had ruined the strict discipline of his beloved potions. Art.

He really doesn't like to socialize with people and has few friends.I prefer to deduct Gryffindor's house points-the more I think about it, the more I feel that he is really similar to the old bat.

But—he knew his Severus eyes, and when he looked at him, those eyes were not cold, but loving, warm as if he could reach into his heart and see the spring blossoms, the breeze blow face.

When Harry opened the door, he met those black eyes that seemed to melt from ice and snow.

He froze, then watched in horror as his little girl fell into the hands of the old bat again.

"What's coming at me, don't make my little sweetheart into a pot of potion!" He yelled, yelling out what was in his heart.

Isn't there a saying that once a child encounters potential danger, parents will always lose their minds, and it is easy to do things without IQ.