[HP] Illusion

When Harry entered that world this time, little Snape seemed to be... gasping for breath—the little boy seemed to be trying to suppress his emotions, his dark eyes were wide open, and it seemed that he really wanted to Trying hard not to cry.

Probably hearing the sound of Harry falling to the ground, the little boy turned his head and flicked his soft hair. His expression seemed a little panicked, but he turned back immediately.

The whole process took place in a flash, which made Harry almost think that it was just an illusion that he had seen just now. From his perspective, he could only see the hair that could cover the cheeks almost to the neck of little Snape, and half of his body. the back of the head.

It's not very late now, and a ray of light can still shine through the small glass skylight, and a ray of sunlight that is about to be swallowed by the night just falls on the soft hair of the little boy, making the little boy seem to be shining, despite this The room as a whole is still dim, but it makes people feel a rare warmth and softness.

only……

"What's wrong with you?" Harry stepped forward suspiciously.

"No."

The little boy's tone sounded crisp, but his voice sounded unstable, as if he was trying to calm down his emotions, and the quick denial also showed that he was guilty.

Little Snape sat in the corner of the bed with his head down. When he felt Harry approaching him, he subconsciously shrank back against the wall.He couldn't let Harry know, he didn't want him to see...he didn't want to make him angry.

Harry squinted his eyes halfway, looked at Little Douding who was a few inches away from him, reached out and rubbed his little head, "Don't be afraid, tell me what happened... what happened." At this time, he found out again After explaining his own contradictions, halfway through the conversation, he suddenly realized that he shouldn't comfort Snape like this anymore, because he had already made his choice before that.

But even if he really made up his mind, he still found that he had nothing to do when facing the little boy, and he even doubted whether he could successfully say what he wanted to say in the end.

"Isn't it..." His hand slowly stretched out to little Snape's arm, the little boy was frightened by his action, and almost pulled his arm back as fast as he could escape.

When the little boy withdrew his arm, Harry smelled a not too strong smell, which he also smelled in this room last time.

"What smell?" Harry leaned closer to the little boy, the smell should come from the little boy.

The little boy didn't turn his head, but kept pointing the back of his head at Harry, which looked more like he was having a fight.

Harry looked at little Snape, and finally couldn't help but carefully hugged him into his arms.The little boy sitting on his lap seemed to want to run away, but how could a three-headed little bean be compared with the already three-year-old Harry? He had no advantage at all.

Harry rolled up little Snape's sleeves first, "Don't hide," Harry said in an almost commanding tone after seeing the horrible bruise on it.Because of Harry's overly serious tone, the little boy obediently did not hide.

Harry carefully grasped the skin that was not bruised, "Is this your father's beating?"

Little Snape turned his face away, but did not answer.

Harry looked at his stubborn expression with a feeling of sullen heart.

All he has been doing is treating the symptoms but not the root cause, but he can't do anything - this is the last memory of 1964, even if he can come again, the next time will be a few years, and everything will fall to the ground.

It's like history always returns to the original point inadvertently, no matter how hard you try, because history is history and cannot be changed.Even if it should be a matter of another world.

For those who know history, this is undoubtedly the greatest torture. It is like the tragedy of being spoiled when you are reading a book, but the reader can choose not to read it, but he cannot choose.

The little boy was still too young, only four years old, his magic power was unstable, and his body was thin and small. Even if he escaped, he would be easily caught back.If it is an older boy, maybe he can teach him how to protect himself.

—Even his mother couldn't protect him.

Harry's mouth was bitter.

He took out the potion in his pocket. Ever since he discovered the bruise on Snape's body, this detumescence potion was almost always in his pocket. It was useless last time, but he took it out after all. .

It's just that as soon as Harry took out the bottle, he found that the little body sitting in his arms was a little stiff.Harry suddenly remembered that the last time Snape was quite resistant to that strong-flavored topical potion—thanks to the fact that the appearance of the potion bottle has not changed much in the past 40 years, the little boy seemed to recognize it at first sight. out of the bottle in his hand.

"I've applied it," the little boy said in a childlike voice, and he pushed Harry's hand vigorously, "Help, mom, give it to me..." He didn't know why, but the little boy suddenly became a little incoherent.

It was clearly meant to be rejected.Harry was careful not to hurt the little boy, but firmly opened the potion lid, "I made this myself, and the smell is not very strong," he explained.

After hearing Harry's words, little Snape looked at the potion bottle in front of him with bated breath, looking suspicious.

"You smell it?" Harry slowly brought the bottle close to the little boy's nose, coaxing softly, "The smell is really not strong, I improved it."

The little boy retreated from the beginning until it was impossible to retreat. When he could no longer hold his breath and switched to breathing through his mouth, his little face was already flushed, and the smelly potion of the big monster was close at hand, but he still couldn't smell it. , it seems that sooner or later.

Little Snape held back for a while, and found that the potion bottle in front still hadn't retreated, so he had no choice but to stretch out his little arm and push, "Take it away..." But as soon as he spoke, he smelled A bit of a weird and not bad smell.

Huh?Little Snape secretly sniffed, it wasn't really smelly, it seemed to smell quite nice.So the little boy let go of his breath little by little until he could smell everything.

"How is it? It shouldn't smell bad." Harry was a little smug.

"You made this?" Little Snape said in an almost amazed tone, it seemed so miraculous that Harry could make such a dark potion.

"Well," Harry nodded, "it's not difficult." Someone said boldly.

——Don't forget, everyone, before the sixth grade, someone's potion grades were simply horrible.

"Can it be done?" Little Snape swallowed, and asked cautiously, "Then can I do it in the future?"

Harry looked at little Snape silently, it seemed that he accidentally ignited Snape's interest in potions...

For some reason, a subtle feeling of "I seem to have gotten into trouble" slowly reverberated in Harry's heart. Someone finally had a stomach ache and remembered the potions class and poor potions grades he had been treated brutally by someone before, but before It's impossible for Snape to meet him, right?

"Well..." Harry said vaguely, "Potions are a delicate subject, and you will learn it later." At this point, Harry stopped, what "improve reputation, brew glory, and even prevent Death" and stuff like that is left for someone to figure out--he said that anyway, didn't he?

"Then... did mother make the medicine herself?"

Harry suddenly understood what the strange smell he had just smelled was.

Wait... Irene will help little Snape apply medicine?What kind of medicine is that?Soon, Harry anxiously thought about a more serious question: If Irene had already rubbed it on him last time, why didn't the bruises on the little boy go away?If possible, Harry would like to confirm the ingredients of the potion. You must know that even the anti-swelling potion has its share, if it is not an ordinary potion...

Little Snape thought that Harry didn't understand, and whispered again: "Mum also put medicine on me, is that medicine also a potion?"

Harry came back to his senses, and calmly said: "I don't know about this either, but don't try to change the subject, you still have to apply it."

"I didn't." But at the same time as he denied it, the little boy's ears blushed quickly again, his expression was still paralyzed, but a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

Applying the medicine was not a long and painful process. Harry's patience had been tempered by the adolescent children at Hogwarts in the past few years. Coupled with the cooperation of little Snape after accepting his fate, the whole process went smoothly.

After applying the medicine, the little boy carefully looked at his smooth and clean arm, and it was rare for him to initiate a topic. "Can you tell me something about potions?"

Harry's heart trembled, and it took him a while to reply, "You like it?"

Little Snape seemed unfamiliar with the word liking, and after a while he nodded almost invisible with his face paralyzed.

The little boy looked at the silent Harry, and suddenly asked softly, "Is it not good?"

Harry glanced at him silently, and simply broke the can, "No, you will definitely do better than me in the future."

"But I don't like the smell before." The little boy wrinkled his nose and swallowed his saliva, remembering the potion Harry gave him for the first time. Although it was miraculous, it smelled bad at all.

However, Harry gritted his teeth. They all smelled worse than that in Potions class before, and so-and-so didn't say anything. "You can improve like me." He thought for a while, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Will your mother come to apply the medicine for you after I applied the medicine for you?"

Little Snape didn't quite understand his sudden question, but he still thought about it for a while, "No." But the little boy obviously didn't want to continue the topic just now——

"But when can I learn it? You also said that I can learn magic..."

Before he had time to think about it, Harry subconsciously said: "There is a place called Hogwarts, and when you are 11 years old, an owl will be sent to bring you an invitation..."

"Oh?" The little boy heard a strange word, "What is that?"

"It's an owl," Harry said patiently, "That's a kind of bird, haven't you seen it?"

The little boy shook his head, and after knowing that the owl is a bird that can send messages, he stopped struggling, "Hogg... can I go too?" Little Snape tugged at Harry's sleeve.

"Hogwarts, that's the best wizarding school in Europe." Harry smoothed the soft hair on the little boy's head and said casually, "You can learn all about magic there."

"Will you be there too?" The little boy looked at Harry with a little expectation in his eyes.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, then slowly put away his lazy expression, and sat up straight.

The little boy was sensitive to his changes, and his little face became serious involuntarily.

"Listen to me," Harry exhaled, seeing the little boy looking at him seriously, and after lowering his eyes to calm his breathing, he finally gritted his teeth and said his decision. "I'm probably leaving and I won't be coming back."

After speaking, he didn't dare to look at Snape's expression at all.

The atmosphere was silent, just when Harry raised his head worriedly to look at the little Douding in his arms, the child in his arms suddenly struggled violently, and the already thin little hands and feet slammed Harry's body fiercely. Hands, the crisp sound snapped for a while.

There was anger and a feeling of abandonment in the little boy's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Harry saw the disappointment and resentment in it. For a moment, he felt as if he had been soaked in the darkness Under the cold black lake.

However, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, isn't it?

Harry put the little boy on the bed, and said ruthlessly, "I'm sorry."

The little boy lying flat on the bed didn't move, just stared at him, Harry felt guilty, "I have to leave."

A wry smile appeared on Harry's pursed lips. Apart from being sad, it's actually not that difficult to speak.

Little Snape couldn't accept the sudden change at all. He couldn't understand why Harry, who was talking about things in the wizarding world, would suddenly say something like that when he was applying medicine to him so gently a second ago.

"Liar." The little boy's voice was like the temperature in an ice cellar, and his angry expression was beyond words.

It was the first time he saw such a lively expression on little Snape, but he didn't expect it to be this time.

Harry remembered a sentence: do bad things with good intentions.

Was it really because he was too impulsive?

The two of them were confronting each other quietly, when Harry suddenly heard a slight noise coming towards the door, he looked at the door, but it was too late to Apparate.

The door is pushed open from the outside.

not good!Harry, who had used the Disillusionment Charm to hide himself in a corner, groaned inwardly when he saw Irene Snape coming in with a bottle of medicine.

Harry held his breath and looked at the woman in front of him. He remembered to wipe away all the traces in the room, and he also remembered to clean up the smell, but the biggest problem was that he had just wiped away all the bruises on the little boy's body. Now the little boy's body has no trace of domestic violence at all-pale and thin, but at least the skin looks flawless.

And it was the same last time.

Did this woman already know?

He really was too careless.