[HP] Illusion

The slightly cool air was still turbid, and the dark night sky seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. Harry stopped several times to wipe his glasses, but found that doing so was futile.Fortunately, Diagon Alley was brightly lit tonight, allowing him, who was short-sighted, to see the road ahead clearly.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening, and the shops in Diagon Alley should be closed at this point on weekdays, but today is a bit different——

All kinds of piles of jack-o-lanterns were placed at the entrance of the store. The owner of the cafe said that the entrance was arranged as a beautiful and sweet big candy. The owner of the candy store floated colorful candies at the entrance of the store. Only The children go to snatch it, as long as the children struggle to catch the candy, they can eat it for free.There was also an apple biting competition at the entrance of the cold drink shop. Several little wizards dressed as vampires, werewolves, and elves formed a circle facing a water basin, and they were fighting against the floating apples in the water basin with their hands behind their backs and their buttocks pouted. Kill, swear to be the first to bite into the apple.And on the cobblestone road, there were quite a few wizards, big and small, holding small jack-o-lanterns in their hands, and their outfits were also quite distinctive. Compared with this, Harry's well-behaved wizard robes looked a little different.

In fact, it wasn't until Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron that he realized that it was Halloween, not September as the calendar showed.When he opened the high wall leading to the wizarding world, he happened to meet a small wave of Halloween parades, which made him have to wait for these people to pass before walking to the store he wanted to go to.

It was very lively here, compared to Snape's small room was another extreme, oppressive and gloomy.

Feeling the joyful atmosphere unique to Halloween, Harry clearly felt a tight pain in his chest, and the place where his heart was entangled with an emotion called regret, which made his hands and feet cold, and his body trembled unconsciously.Harry hurriedly leaned against the wall beside him, only in this way could he barely support his body, he stood there silently for a long time, and finally regained his composure.

Harry has never regretted it so much. A year has passed in this world. If little Snape has been waiting for him, then... the result can be imagined.

In fact, when he was in the small dim room, he could feel the ups and downs of the little boy's emotions. Looking back now, he was even more sure that Snape must have remembered him.

A year was a long time, he thought, and maybe little Snape might have been expecting him.So that desk calendar... Harry rubbed his forehead, and a new guess made him a little bit unable to control his emotions.Little Snape had been waiting for him for a year, so the last date on the desk calendar meant he wasn't going to wait any longer?

Harry thought he had guessed right, and felt more and more that he was a jerk.He thought it was only a few days, but he didn't expect it to be a year.

Think about what he has done?

He stepped in when the little boy needed him the most, brought him hope, sent him a lot of food to keep him full, and made a promise that he would come back—if he suffered from the Dursleys back then. When he was being treated harshly, if there was such a person who came to comfort him, but left without a word in the end, maybe if that person appeared again, he would treat him in a more violent way than Snape.

He was indeed a liar. According to the little boy's silent, sensitive and indifferent personality, it seemed to be the limit to say such a thing. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have said such a thing at all.

——It is better to never have it than to have it and let it have nothing.

Harry knew how it felt, he thought he had his godfather, and in the end... he knew it was pretty hard, let alone a four or five-year-old boy crying for help after being violent at home.

He couldn't regard the little Douding who only reached his thigh now as the cold and deep man in the future.

Just after he realized what the calendar meant, Harry almost escaped from that room in a way, and he didn't dare to say another word to the little boy, because if he made any promises, he couldn't keep them again. If not, then he will make up for the little boy's heart again.

Now Harry wasn't sure if he should go back, but he was worried, the bruises all over the little boy's body were engraved on his heart all the time.At the same time, there was a voice in his mind warning himself that he could not stay in this world to protect him forever.

This contradiction pained Harry even more than he had in the past four years - he thought he was used to it, but this time it was beyond his imagination.

—Could he, too, be one of the culprits behind Snape's sullen and awkward temper?

……

He walked into a potion shop in a chaotic state. When the other party asked him whether he needed potion or potion ingredients, Harry came back to his senses. He slightly adjusted his breathing, trying to keep himself calm.

When he saw the bruises on Snape's body but remembered that he didn't bring any potions with him, Harry subconsciously thought that the next time he came, he should prepare bruises and other regular potions, so he came to Diagon Alley.

The question just now tortured him all the time, should he go see little Snape again.

He didn't want to let things happen here, but the biggest problem was that he didn't have time to change, and it seemed impossible for him to take the little boy back with him, and he didn't even know how to control the time travel to this world.

I hope he has time to stay here.

Harry bought the potion, hesitated for a while in Diagon Alley, and finally made up his mind to go back——

Now that he came here, he still couldn't let the little Snape who had just endured violence be alone, besides, little Snape had already seen him.

——The next time, when you come back next time, it will disappear, right?

When Harry returned, little Snape was lying flat on the bed, his eyes tightly closed as if he had fallen asleep, but at the moment when the fluorescent light flashed on, Harry clearly saw the little boy's eyes and eyelashes falling The shadows trembled slightly.

Little Snape's tears had been wiped away long ago, but there were still some small tear stains on his cheeks, which were not obvious and could only be seen when he got close.A year has passed here, and the little boy has grown up a bit, but he still looks quite thin.

He remembered that Snape's date of birth was January 1960, 1. Once on the Wizengamot, he engraved this person's life and information in his mind. Now it is Halloween in 9, and the little boy is only four years old. He's almost five years old, but he really doesn't look much different from a three-year-old.

Harry looked at the not-so-obvious shadow on the little boy's chin, took out the potion he had just bought and opened it, a strong and unpleasant smell instantly diffused in the air, even the young man who was used to the smell of the potion was shocked. I was so rushed that I almost coughed.

——Did all potions smell this bad 40 years ago?

Harry hesitated, took the cotton and dabbed a little.

——There should be no problem with the drug effect, right?

He thought about it, and now he wiped it on his hands, and after finding that there were no side effects, he gently applied it on little Snape's chin.

His actions made the little boy who was frowning slightly because he was not used to the taste of the potion suddenly widen his eyes.

Harry swore he'd never seen Snape look so terrified—

To be honest, Harry was also taken aback. The little boy's stiff and terrified expression made him froze for a while, and the cotton with the smelly potion in his hand was kept low in the air, just above the little boy's chin. in the position of two inches.

It looks dangerous.

Soon, Harry regained his composure, pretended nothing happened, and continued to push down the stinky cotton.

This time, Snape, who obviously resisted the stinky cotton, approached his subconscious head with that thing, and Harry used his other hand to gently snap back the wide-eyed little boy's head, fixed it, and used it A particularly gentle tone coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, this is a potion for external application, which can quickly eliminate the bruises on your body."

The next moment, two little claws suddenly got out from under the worn-out quilt, and tightly grasped Harry's hand holding the stinky cotton.

Looking at the expression on little Snape, Harry felt more and more that his guess just now was correct. He did not expect that at such a young age, the potions professor who seemed to be able to fall in love with potions would treat his beloved potions So... ahem, this contrast made Harry unable to hold back, and sprayed.

The smiling face caused the little boy who thought he was being laughed at to turn his eyes away from embarrassment. He tried his best to block one of the young man's hands, and then broke away the hand that was pressing his forehead. The other party didn't seem to make any movement. Next, little Snape successfully escaped from the shackles. Proyne quickly moved to the side, but he was caught after he moved a little. His bed was too small. Still not enough, any more would hit a wall.

"Don't worry, although the smell is not very pleasant," Harry continued to coax the little boy, who was stiff, and hugged him onto his lap. He took the cotton and wiped it on his hand again. It almost disappeared from his hands, although the smell is still there, but it doesn't look terrible at all, "The owner said this is very useful, sorry, I didn't know your body was injured just now, otherwise I wouldn't... "Harry patiently wiped the cotton on the little boy's chin until the swelling subsided, and he gently touched the part that had been wiped all the time, "Sev, is the pain gone?"

The little boy was still staring at him, but he didn't seem to hear what he said, and he didn't know if he was angry or thinking of something else.

"May I wipe the other parts for you?" Harry glanced at Snape's exposed, thin and white forearm. There were some shadows on the part where the sleeves were not exposed.

How cruel is it to attack such a young child? Why didn't Snape's mother protect him this time?Touching the bruise on the soft skin, Harry felt his hands tremble a little, but he still firmly rolled up the wide sleeves on the little boy's arms.

Harry took a deep breath, he was clearly pinched, the striker was very strong, and it didn't seem to happen once or twice, if the marks on the little boy's body were similar to these... he was still like this just now Hold it hard, how much pain will that little Snape have?Harry suddenly remembered the gasp he had been enduring the pain but blurted out because of his excessive force, and his cerebral cortex began to tingle again.

Perhaps Little Snape was unwilling to let him discover these shocking marks on his body.

——Children also have self-esteem.

Harry knew that he was trying very hard to restrain his anger, and he had been successful so far anyway, but every time he erased one trace, and then found more objective traces again when he opened other places, Harry They really wanted to grab Snape's father and beat him up, not with magic, but with fists.

At this time, little Snape did not resist Harry's approach again, and Harry could feel that the little boy's body was gradually becoming less stiff, but Harry was not sure if this was a good sign.

——If he hadn't been able to come to this world, maybe no one would have known what kind of physical pain Snape had suffered when he was a child?No matter who it was, even his mother, according to Snape's temperament of hiding everything, he would not take the initiative to talk about what happened to him.

Some people are not strong enough, and then use their fiercest side to cover up those dark sides. He doesn't want people to see his injuries, and he doesn't want people to know his past that made him feel inferior.Perhaps, Harry thought, he had once again learned about Snape's character formation.

But what can he do?

Yes, limited by this world, he can't do anything at all. He can be nice to little Snape, but in the end he will take them away. The temporary happiness is exchanged for a more painful memory in comparison. Maybe Snape Nep would hate him, wouldn't he?

Little Snape was a little drowsy when he was treated with care, but suddenly he felt a drop of crystal clear liquid dripping from his flat stomach, and another drop, just now he was using the stinky cotton to apply the medicine on him The hands also stopped.He raised his eyes with difficulty, and dimly found that those beautiful green eyes were wet and a little red.

The little boy subconsciously raised his hand to wipe Harry's tears, but quickly retracted it.

- Do not rub your eyes with your hands.That's what Harry remembered saying.

"male……"

"What?" Hearing the small voice like a gnat, although it sounded cold and without any warmth, Harry could hear a trace of helplessness and embarrassment in it.

"Ha...Harry," the little Snape seemed to finally muster up the courage, and said in a childlike voice, "Man, don't cry."