[HP] Illusion

Harry didn't expect much from the little boy's response to him, he just quietly looked at the little Douding in his arms, those dark eyes were full of childlike innocence and curiosity, and he hadn't had time to catch the complicated and dark things in the future. The look on his face—the world of a child seemed very simple. Thinking of what happened later, Harry felt as if his heart was being pulled hard.

Harry shook his head, and showed a comforting and flattering smile towards the little boy who was still pursing his lips and showing a little bit of facial paralysis.

Harry didn't know much about Snape before, even if he had peeped into some of his memories, he never paid attention to it. It wasn't until after the war that he frequently entered the memories Snape gave him, that he started to understand a little bit. this person.

Snape's memory for him began with meeting his mother, and from that point of view, his mother seemed to be the only one in the man's childhood.In fact, Snape didn't give him the memories of the past. Compared with Snape's temper when he first met his mother, Harry can be sure that at least before the two met, Snape's temper had already changed. Quite twisted, later on Harry didn't connect Snape's character itinerary with the memories he saw in fifth grade, in fact the part of Snape with his parents was also in the same place he strayed into last time It's just a memory.

Snape's childhood was not very good, his mother was timid and cowardly, his father was violent and even alcoholic, his family was in a slum and was very poor, Snape looked as malnourished as if he didn't have enough to eat, just Even the clothes on his body were shrunk by magic spells, but it didn't seem very successful. It seems that this was the reason why Snape's character was so distorted——

Harry looked at the little boy who looked like a lump, and suddenly felt a tightness in a fragile part of his chest.

Harry made no other moves, and neither did Snape.Little Douding didn't struggle or resist, just stayed in his arms quietly.It's good, it couldn't be better, for him.thought Harry.

"My name is Harry, little Sev," he said softly again.

Snape, with facial paralysis, was staring into Harry's emerald green eyes, and there was no extra expression on his face, which made Harry completely unable to understand what the little Doudin was thinking, but Harry felt that the little Doudin He shouldn't hit his poor chin with his red and swollen forehead again.

Or maybe he was making some assessment—of course, for such a young boy, such advanced vocabulary should not be used.

There was no one in Spider's End in the afternoon, and the quarrel from Snape's house just now didn't seem to ring out again for a while, which provided a good communication environment for the big one and the small one.The weather is fine today, but the air is quite cloudy, and the visibility is actually not high.The hot summer was unbelievably hot. Standing under the sun, Harry's thick winter pajamas were already drenched with sweat from his body. If he took off the pajamas now, the water would come out, and there would be big beads of sweat. Let his hair tangle into strands, and fall from that flawless cheek again, but he didn't want to break the peace of this moment——

His heart is still beating fast, and his eyes are still greedily looking at the person in front of him. Even if he is a child who has not grown up yet, this is very precious to him. The man couldn't even imagine how much he wanted to see him again.

Even if it's just his... Harry blinked, suppressing the thought that came to him.

about there.Seeing the little boy's silent but seemingly loose face, Harry, who had already figured out how to communicate with the little boy, was about to take action, but at this moment, a violent sound suddenly came from Snape's brick. The sound came out of the room, and the little boy shrank subconsciously. Harry subconsciously hugged the little group tightly, and hurriedly hid in the narrow passage between the brick and tile houses.

"Don't be afraid." Harry softly comforted the boy who seemed to be trembling again, "I'm here, it's fine."

Harry freed up a hand, and from the fingertips formed a crystal clear ice flower. Although the lines on it didn't look particularly delicate, the translucent ice flower was emitting a white mist, and successfully captured his arms. The eyes of the little boy.

"You can feel it," Harry whispered in the little boy's ear, the ice flakes not melting even in the unbearable heat. "But it's a bit icy, so I can only touch it."

Xiao Tuanzi stretched out a skinny little paw, stretched out his hand weakly, and touched the ice flower lightly and tentatively once, then again.

His fingertips felt the coolness, and the thin mist lingered on his fingers. Xiaotuanzi was very interested in the flowers that had been conjured out of thin air. He watched intently and poked them many times.

Afraid that he would frostbite himself, Harry slowly closed his palms. The ice that hadn't melted before instantly turned into a puddle of water, splashing freely on his palm, which also made Harry feel cold in this hot weather. Feel the cold meaning.

Xiao Tuanzi watched helplessly as the ice flower turned into ice water, and his little body, which had been motionless just now, suddenly twisted. He used this behavior to protest Harry's "killing the flower with a poisonous hand".

Harry, who has basically mastered the tricks of coaxing children, had a smile on his lips: "Do you want to make an ice flower too?"

The little boy didn't speak, but silently spread out his palms—began to hold his breath.

Harry suppressed a smile and interrupted: "Not now, we call this magic, and when you grow up, you will learn it too."

The little boy looked up again into Harry's eyes, the desire in his eyes grew stronger, his little mouth squirmed, as if he wanted to say something.

"You want to say—"

Before Harry finished speaking, there was another loud noise from the room next to him. This time, the little boy almost voluntarily shrank into Harry's arms, looking very scared.

"It's okay." Harry patted the child's soft back distressedly, "Let's get out of here for a while, shall we?"

Little Snape tightly grasped the clothes on Harry's chest, and said in a barely audible voice like a gnat, "No, don't... Mom, help..."

His voice was too low, and it was pressed against Harry's chest again. If it wasn't for the tremor in his words, Harry might not have noticed that the little boy had opened his mouth at all.

"What?" Harry lowered his head, patiently comforting the panicked Xiaotuanzi.

The little boy raised his head, his soft hair was messed up by himself because he was buried in Harry's arms, his nose was red, and his eyes were filled with tears again, only embedded in the black pupils, It didn't fall down.

"Ha...Harry..."

This was the first time that Snape had spoken clearly and completely to him, and at this moment Harry found himself shaking with excitement.The little boy seemed to be drooling and sobbing when he spoke, and his baby voice sounded a little lisp, but Harry did hear him calling himself.

"What did you call me?"

The little boy was startled, looked at him puzzled, and tried to ask again: "Ha, Harry?"

Even though it sounded a bit like "Ally" because of the gulp, it almost made Harry jump for joy.

"Yes, Sev, what do you want to say?"

"Don't, don't leave here, please save, save my mother..." The little boy made his request with difficulty.