[HP] Illusion

In fact, the time is a little short and it’s not a big deal. After all, little Snape hasn’t had a lot of time lately, but it’s rather unpleasant to be interrupted by someone, especially when little Snape discovered later that there was Several people have been trying their best to harass someone.

For example, that day, little Snape found time to come to Harry's office. It was dinner time, and everyone else was in the auditorium. Today was the day Harry needed to drink potion, and of course little Snape had to deliver it to him.Fortunately, Harry was alone in the office that was full of people these days. The little Snape at the door, who was a portrait of a natural person, told him that there was no one else in it except the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so he put him in directly. , and asked him why he hadn't seen him recently.

"It's just that you didn't see me." Little Snape said something rare, of course he came, but not that close, because he always saw people coming and going in and out of the office.

"Then go in quickly, maybe there will be another person later." The portrait said in a very reasonable manner.

"Thank you."

"Coming?" There was only one person who was let in by the portrait without knocking.

Harry wasn't eating dinner, but was scribbling away, looking like he was grading a student's paper.Little Snape took out a bottle of potion and wanted to put it on Harry's desk, but it was either books or parchment—mostly parchment—basically leaving no space for him to put it, so he had to Hold it in your hand.

There was an extra person behind him, and the motionless shadow made Harry feel a little uncomfortable. He insisted on grading a college homework before Harry put down the quill in his hand, and heard little Snape ask: "Have you eaten?" ?”

His stomach was bulging as if against him, Harry scratched his hair in embarrassment, "I'm eating now, have you eaten?"

Little Snape: "..."

"Well, I remembered to take it," Harry actually remembered to take medicine today, but there were so many things that he really didn't have time to deal with his physical needs, and he forgot about it when he was too hungry stubble.

"Need I remind you, Harry Potter?" Little Snape's voice was a little cold, "Your health is not very good, if you don't eat three meals on time and work regularly, then there will be no good potion Something to make you feel better."

What's the matter with the sense of sight of the upper body of this old bat?Harry almost wanted to dig his ears, because he suspected that he had heard wrong, but the old bat wouldn't talk to him like that, well, I have to admit, this is still the little boy he watched grow up.

Harry had no intention of defending himself. If he was wrong, he was wrong. Justifying would not make Snape feel any better. The young man said with a very good attitude, "It's just a little late, I'll eat now."

But obviously Snape was not going to let him go like this: "It's just a little late? If there are students coming when you have graded your homework, and there are more than one, I heard that recently you are here until 5 minutes before the curfew. And someone, yes, that person is not me, so you will talk and eat while explaining to the students?"

Obviously not, except that he would eat something in front of little Snape. If he was meeting other guests and not dining with others, it would be impolite to eat alone, so Harry had to admit that little Snape said Yes indeed.

Harry decided to pursue the concept of talking less and doing more, and quickly asked the house elf to deliver a nutritious and easy-to-digest food, and he ate it slowly under the obviously unhappy expression of little Snape.

Although being controlled by others, this feeling is actually not bad.Harry thought silently while eating the vegetable salad.

Neither of them had time to make potions recently. Fortunately, Harry had already stocked up enough potions before, so the smell of potions in Harry's place was quite weak these days, and little Snape stared at Harry to eat the leftovers. After the last quarter of the trip, he got up silently and walked to Harry's bedroom. He took a closer look at the guest room that he hadn't been in for a long time. Unexpectedly, he heard a knock on the office door not long after entering. sound.

Harry walked to the bedroom door and handed Snape's schoolbag to him, "You can do your homework here first, if not, you will stay here tonight, someone is here."

Little Snape: "..."

In fact, he usually had time to leave, but today he was a little late staring at Harry for food, and this man hadn't taken the potion yet, so he had to stay.

After Harry asked the portrait to open the door, little Snape heard a familiar voice, "Professor Prince..."

How did Blake of Gryffindor end up here?

"Black? What question do you want to ask today? I remember I once said that I only answer questions related to the teaching content in Hogwarts grades one to seven. If you need to ask other questions, I suggest you go to Find someone else."

Well, Harry's words made it clear that this man had obviously been here more than once.

The last time when little Snape came, he was interrupted by someone else. The other party was a Slytherin. He pretended that he had finished his question and then left. Only this time, he was seen staying at Harry's place.But he never realized that the Gryffindor foursome would come to ask Harry questions, too.

For Black's appearance, little Snape's first reaction was that there was a conspiracy—even though the boy didn't want to admit it, among the four, the two leaders were indeed smarter than the average person.

"This time it is indeed a question related to the teaching content. I don't think you will reject me?"

"Of course you are welcome." Harry said in a serious voice, "but if I find out that you are wasting my time, I will let you know the consequences."

Sure enough, Sirius brought a question. After Harry read the question he provided, he thought about it silently for a while, until Sirius asked in a provocative tone: "Professor, don't you know it too?"

"I need a little time," Harry said bluntly, "If you want to know the answer to this question, I will tell you before class tomorrow."

Probably never thought that Harry would be so "confessed" that he needed the real time to think, instead of pretending to understand when he talked in general, Sirius was taken aback, "Professor, I don't want to know the answer, what I want to know is Thinking method." It's just that Sirius' voice is relatively loose, and he doesn't really seem to care about this issue that much, "If you really need time, I will accept your proposal."

Harry looked down at Sirius' question again, and then looked up at the godfather who was still sitting: "If you have no other questions, I think you can go out."

"Professor, are you sure you don't answer any questions that are not related to the teaching content?"

"I don't want to reiterate this question. I know you are very smart, and you don't take OWLs seriously. Just because it doesn't mean that others don't care. You take up other people's time to consult things that are not related to the exam. Not only is it a waste of my time, but also It is a waste of other people's time, I hope you understand this, maybe after the exam is over, you can come and ask me."

"But I've heard that some people are able to ask irrelevant questions, and I wonder if that's discriminatory treatment for you."

Harry looked at Sirius who suddenly became obsessed. He really didn't know what his godfather was trying to do. Before, he asked some random questions, then his father, and finally even Lupine and Pettigrew. Running here, such an obvious wheel battle made him puzzled at first, but every time these people asked some strange questions, he suddenly found that it didn't seem to be his own conspiracy theory.

No matter what they were trying to do, Harry could only be careful, lest something might go wrong.

"Is it about differential treatment? You can ask the 'someone', I can only tell you," Harry said calmly, "Since I said that in the auditorium, I have been implementing my The rules laid down have never been broken.”

"Really?" Sirius was deeply skeptical.

"I hope you don't waste my time if you have no questions."

Sirius shrugged, then stood up and prepared to go out, "Well, Professor Prince, I sincerely hope you can answer my question."

So easy to talk to?That's a little bit out of the ordinary.Inexplicably, Harry felt something was wrong.

Watching Sirius walking slowly to the door and pulling the back of the door, Harry stood up instinctively.

"Blake, where are your other good friends?" Harry asked suddenly just as Sirius pulled the doorknob.

Sirius turned around slowly, and looked at Harry questioningly: "Which of my good friends? Or are you talking about James, Remus and Peter? They are all in the bedroom...but what does it have to do with you? It's not curfew."

"It's true that I have nothing to do with it," Harry said as he walked towards the door, "but...someone sneaked into my office and didn't intend to show up. That obviously has a lot to do with it."

Harry reached out his hand towards the coat rack by the door, and felt the flowing water slip through his hand. He probably didn't expect to be discovered, and a head appeared instantly.

"I think you can explain to me what's going on?" Harry looked at James with an ugly expression on his face, who still had only one head left, "And Black, you have to give me stay."

"Potter, take off this thing on your body immediately." Perhaps it was too unexpected, when James' head floated out, he actually forgot to take off his clothes. "give it to me."

Only then did James show a panicked expression, "Professor, I can explain."

"Sneaking into the professor's office? Wearing an invisibility cloak? Someone's covering you? Do you know where you went wrong? You shouldn't be hiding here, your cloak that makes you disappear into thin air. Hooked up," Harry said angrily, "Yes, Potter, Black, I want to hear your reasons."