Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.59

"Ah, Mr. Potter." Harry was suddenly stopped by a surprised voice, and he turned around to look at the chubby man in the dark green therapist's robe in surprise.Although I haven't seen him in 17 years, his changes are that there are a few more laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, and a few gray hairs in his hair, oh -- it is denser than when we met last time.

It was Glenn Borg, his obstetric therapist.

Harry was very confused. According to his memory, he had nothing to do with Mr. Borg in the past. Could it be that he met Mr. Borg when he came to St. Mungo's before?

But he still nodded politely at the therapist, "Long time no see, Mr. Borg."

"You know me—could it be your uncle who mentioned me? I'm really surprised, Mr. Potter, you and your uncle look really alike." It's exactly the same, the [-]-year-old therapist The teacher has helped hundreds of pregnant women to give birth naturally over the years.

But what he still remembers deeply is the laparotomy performed 17 years ago. This is the only instance of laparotomy that happened in the UK in the past 20 years.To this day, the British Ministry of Magic still lists laparotomy as a forbidden form of Dark Arts, which he deplores.

"My uncle?" Harry had a subtle premonition.

He didn't have an uncle—but he could be counted as Daniel Potter, whom Snape mistook for James' half-brother in the first place, wasn't he his "uncle" after all.

Then those who know the existence of Daniel Potter will naturally regard him as his "uncle".

"It's Daniel. I haven't seen him for many years, but he is Mr. Snape's partner. I think they should be okay. I heard that Mr. Snape is now a war hero. He lives in the Isn't it St. Mungo? Are you here to visit him?" As an obstetrician, Gulen was quite talkative, and he asked a lot of questions at once.

"Actually, it's a long story." Harry paused, still digesting it.

He hadn't thought he'd meet his obstetric therapist, Glenn Borg, and he remembered him, Daniel Porter.

So that said - Harry bent down and lifted his little girl from Dobby's hands - well, Snape must know all about it!

He saw his ring, so he heard him calling to his therapist yesterday when he went to see him.

Why not say a word?Nor did he have a sore throat that made him speechless—the more Harry thought about it, the more likely his old bastard was trying to get rid of him.

Come to think of it, the old bastard had hated him for so many years, they hated each other, and he remembered Snape threatening to kick him out of Hogwarts several times.This bastard really wanted to rape him domestically, look at him, he has been domestically violent him for so long while he has no memory!

In the final battle, Snape wanted to die again - he wasn't really too stupid to see it, and Harry felt like he was freezing when he thought about it, and he was really close to being abandoned.

Maybe Snape didn't know that Daniel was him at that time, and of course he didn't know that he would have such a relationship with Snape.

But this can't be concealed, that old bastard doesn't want to recognize him now, does this guy want to be silent for a lifetime?Harry kept his resentment under the surface, smiling at the therapist.

Little Alexis slapped her father's face immediately after receiving his hug, and then followed Harry's gaze to look at the amiable grandpa.

A babbling laugh came out of her mouth.

"What a cute child." Grant smiled and waved at little Alexis, and then made a face at her.

Obstetrical therapists are very good at taking care of children. They deal with pregnant women and newborns all day long, so they are always full of patience and enthusiasm for these little ones.

"Mr. Borg, this is Alexis. Thank you and Mrs. Pomfrey for helping me perform the laparotomy." Harry thought for a while before explaining a little, and introduced his little baby to Grant.

"I'm Daniel - it's always been me, there's a lot going on in it, it's all about saving Snape - but now I'm back."

"I'm a bit confused, you said you were Daniel," Grant said, looking at the famous lightning scar on Harry's forehead, "I thought you were your nephew." But he didn't look changed.

Grant was perplexed.

"No nephews, no uncles. There was always only one Harry Potter, and I used a pseudonym," said Harry.

"So that's it." Glenn was dazed by the news, and then his therapist badge started to heat up, urging him to go back to the office as soon as possible. There was a pregnant woman waiting for him to go for a check-up.

He had to leave, and digested the matter on the way back.

"Then, doesn't it mean that Mr. Snape got involved with his students?" He belatedly exclaimed.

The voice was so loud that the surrounding patients and their family members unconsciously looked at him.

So inexplicably, gossip about the war hero Snape getting together with his student at St. Mungo's began to circulate, and that student—as we all know, the only one who cared so much about Snape and stayed at St. Mungo's day and night was the Savior. Harry Potter too.

"This is really big news!" Rita Skeeter, who came to make cold medicine, excitedly found her quill pen from her hair, and began to write quickly in her portable booklet. Not wanting to delay a moment.

When Harry opened the door, Snape was eating St. Mungo's side dish, scooping out the pudding in the bowl with a spoon, and it was almost finished.

"Good morning." Harry smiled.

However, this smile was interrupted by Snape coldly, "Mr. Potter, it's not morning even if you look at the sun, and a Time Revealing Charm is not a complicated spell for you. "

"Good afternoon." Harry changed his words immediately, and he turned to Snape relaxedly after seeing Dobby put his little girl in the cradle, "Have you taken the potion yet?"

He looked at Snape's face and found that after a night's rest, his complexion had improved a lot, but he was still pale.

The more he looked at him, the more he felt that Severus had really suffered a lot - but not in the future, he would take care of the old bastard, supervise his diet and normal, and everything would be fine!

In a split second, Harry thought about his life with Snape, about their living together, about their future, and taking care of Alexis together.

Just the same as when he was with the 22-year-old Severus the other day.

"I never knew that the savior now has the additional responsibility of disciplining his former professor." Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at the troubled Potter in front of him.

"So you haven't had a drink yet?" Harry stared at the old bastard in surprise, "Don't you want to get better soon?"

He opened the bedside cabinet and found it was empty, "Where's your potion?" He looked at Snape, but the old bastard didn't bother to look at him, and didn't even give him a look.

So he had to go to a therapist and re-prescribe this stubborn old bastard who didn't like taking medicine.

"Mr. Snape has applied for discharge." The therapist immediately told him the news after seeing Harry, "He has taken all the prepared potions." He remembered what he heard from his colleagues on the night shift Gossip took a look at the protagonist at the center of the vortex of rumors, and seeing that the worry on his face did not seem to be fake, he added, "It's really hard for you to take care of such a stubborn man."

"It's my responsibility to take care of him." The firmness on Harry's face remained unchanged, and he nodded gratefully towards the therapist.

He knows it!Don't even think about abandoning him like this, the old bastard!

He hurried back again, but what was waiting for him was the lifted quilt, and—"Where's Alexis?" He stared at the empty crib, and looked at Dobby who was trembling aside.

"Dobby didn't take good care of the little master, Dobby confesses." Dobby started to perform a wall-bumping performance, and Harry stopped it quickly. Before it broke the wall, he didn't want to receive another bill.

"Mr. Snape took the little master away." Dobby looked at Harry pitifully with those bulbous eyes.

"Fucking wonderful!" Harry gritted his teeth. He ordered Dobby to go back, and then he left the ward and hurried towards St. Mungo's communal fire.

He didn't believe that Snape could still ban the fireplace, and he also owned half of the room!