Snape felt that something was wrong when he woke up,
He reached out and touched the side,
He only touched a pillow,
Only then did he realize that the child who usually clung to him like a koala was gone,
And Lupin's excited cry could be faintly heard from outside the room. Snape propped himself up and was surprised to find that his neatly folded clothes at the head of the bed were all gone. If a thief with strange taste could be excluded from stealing here,
Then it could only be..
"Potter!"
Harry, who was sweeping the snow outside the door, heard Snape's angry shout and grinned,
He put down the broom and went back into the room,
He picked up a set of clothes that he had already prepared and walked into the bedroom, "Good morning, Professor ~"
Snape stared at the thing in Harry's hand, "Stop your fantasy, Potter. I won't wear such fancy things."
"How is it fancy? Am I not wearing it too?" Harry unfolded the couple's Christmas sweater that Snape had refused to wear, "And Professor, it's snowing outside."
"So?" Snape looked at him warily.
Harry touched his chin,
As if he was in a dilemma, "So the temperature is very low,
It will be very cold without a sweater,
And I got up in the morning and washed the professor's other clothes... "
Snape was stunned,
Then he saw Harry climb onto the bed with a smirk, "If the professor really doesn't want to wear it,
We can stay in bed together and wait for the clothes to dry ~ "
Snape missed the era of the drying spell so much!
In the end, Snape put on the sweater with a pixelated version of Harry,
He came out for breakfast,
The living room, which was not very spacious, had become even more compact because Harry had placed the decorated Christmas tree in the living room.
The pine green branches and leaves were covered with plastic snowflakes,
There were also mini cute Christmas hats, candy bars, and so on,
At the very top was a star decorated with gold leaf.
Snape stopped in front of the Christmas tree and looked at it for a while. He found that in addition to the plastic trinkets, there were many Christmas cards hanging between the pine branches. He took a look at one and found a simple blessing written on it. The header and signature were "Dumbledore" and "Harry" respectively.
Merry
Christmas，President
Dumbledore. Don't eat too much candy.
The rest of the greeting cards had similar content. Simple Christmas greetings and a few words of small talk. Harry had thought of every staff member of the Hogwarts, as well as the friends he had made in the Four Academies. What they all had in common was that they might be trapped in the Dimensional Pocket.
Snape did not find a card with his name on the tree, which probably meant that the child had prepared another Christmas present for him. Although Snape never looked forward to Harry's Christmas present — after all, he had given him the Crucible of Jokes two years ago — he was still a little curious.
However, Harry did a good job of keeping it a secret. Even Lupin did not know what he had prepared, and Snape naturally did not ask. After breakfast, he asked, "How's your flying machine?"
"Mr. Stark used a new kind of alloy to make the outer shell for us, but it's very troublesome to make titanium alloy, so it hasn't been completed yet. He also plans to modify the internal structure..." In fact, after Stark joined the Tadis team, the twins and the others were temporarily left behind.
Harry knew that it was impossible to finish the construction of Tardis before this Christmas, but he had to leave before the next Christmas. So, he got on his bicycle early in the morning and went from house to house to deliver Christmas gifts. He left a message telling them that they didn't need to come to his house to return the gifts and that they could see him in the evening. So, until seven o 'clock in the evening, it was Harry and Snape's time alone. Ps, Lupin was a wolf.
Snape did not know this for the time being, so when Harry took out a bunch of discs and invited him to watch them together, he was a little surprised. And for some reason, the child's attitude was particularly tough today. He did not ask Snape if he was willing to spend time with him. Instead, he picked up two discs and asked him to choose. "Do you want 'The Treason Author' or 'Die Hard, Dragons'?"
"... 'The Treason Author'."
The heater in the room was turned on, but the curtains were not closed, so when they leaned on the sofa and watched the children's author being interrogated, they could see the snowflakes fluttering outside the window. Lupin was lying on the carpet in front of the sofa, yawning drowsily. Harry took out the red wine that was originally stored in the house and poured a glass for Snape. He drank the fruit beer obediently. Although the alcohol content was not high, it still got a little on his face. So at noon, they simply mixed it with wine and divided a pie.
But the dinner was prepared by Harry for a long time. He had prepared a clean and healthy turkey the day before yesterday. After roasting it, the aroma spread. He had also prepared smoked ham and salmon. Cakes and pies were his specialty. In addition, he had baked some small almond biscuits. The last dish was a... uh, Harry looked at the black thing and finally saw the original appearance of the Christmas pudding.
Fortunately, the taste was not bad. The red wine glass and the fruit beer can touched, which was rare. Before Harry could close his eyes, he heard Snape say, "That's enough. There's only one can." The child's alcohol tolerance was really bad. 500 milliliters of fruit beer made his eyes light up and his cheeks turn red.
Harry curled his lips, put down the aluminum can, picked up the almond biscuit, took a bite, and spat out a note.
"Wow, a fortune biscuit!" Harry looked at the round and cute letters on the note and revealed a big smile. "No, we must celebrate!" Then he ran into the storage room and took out a guitar that he had placed in advance.
Snape was slightly stunned. He did not know that the child could play such a muggle instrument. Then he sneered in his heart and felt relieved. He actually did not know a lot about the child. There were many things that Harry did not want to say, and there were many things that Snape did not want to know. In this tacit way of getting along, Snape was able to calmly accept the "surprise" that Harry brought to him.
"I used to be in a band." Harry plucked the strings with a pick and then laughed. "But now the calluses on my fingertips are gone, and my skills have declined.
But … "Harry slowly found the feeling." I dedicate this song to the bravest hero I have ever seen — Snape Severus. "
From the beginning of the boy's casual singing, Snape knew that this was a song with a young soul. Harry's voice was a teenager's voice that was about to change, but when he plucked the strings and hummed about failure, frustration, and the passing of youth, there was a special sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.
…
The boy lowered his head and repeatedly hummed "I'm
outta
Time "until this sentence became depressing. Then he put down the guitar and said with a bitter smile," What's
england
going
to
do，vanish
I’s
not
going
to
be
there
when
i
get
Back? "When we go back, will England still be there? If I fail, will England still be there? Will people still applaud me?
Snape did not applaud him, nor did he mock the boy's sudden mood. He just sat quietly until Harry came over and leaned on the adult man's shoulder. He muttered, "Professor, it's better for us to continue living, isn't it? The wave of British rock and drama hasn't come yet. How can it end like this? We are British. How can we die before the arrival of cool Britain? "
Snape sat steadily, reached for a piece of almond biscuit and broke it open. He took out the note with the word "lucky" written on it and stuffed it into Harry's hand. He whispered, "Your God of Luck said that Harry Potter has to live."
Harry held the note and laughed until his whole body shook.
Harry Potter had to live until he was 17, 27, or at least 27 years old.
Before he put on the Gryffindor uniform and left, he invited Snape to attend the masquerade ball at Green High School. "I've prepared a costume for Dean Slytherin."
Snape said, "I'm not going. Get lost."
Harry had to hug him hard. He put on a scarf and the same gloves and rode his bike.
The atmosphere at the Green High School's lawn had been hyped up. When Harry parked his bike and walked in, he did not feel the chill of winter at all. The place was full of Christmas carols and laughter. But he found a serious problem. It seemed that his understanding of a masquerade ball was not the same as other people's. Looking at Jean, who was wearing a feathered mask and an exquisite dress, walking towards him, Harry wanted to turn his head and leave.
But Jean stopped him. After looking up and down at his wizard's robe, she did not make any comments. She just pretended to smile and whispered, "Charles has something to ask you."
"Is this a spoiler?" Harry joked, indicating that he was ready.
Jean understood. She smiled and turned to look for her companions.
Speaking of companions, Harry suddenly thought of his "companions." If his understanding of a masquerade ball was wrong, Ron and the others …
"Merlin's flowery pants …" Harry covered his eyes and sighed. Hermione, who was also looking for her companions, was attracted. When Hermione saw the boys in super British uniforms, the corner of her mouth twitched. "You guys … will be the focus of the ball."
Ron, who was wearing a Superman uniform, and Drac, who was wearing a Batman uniform, squatted down with their hands on their heads, trying to reduce their presence. Neville, who was wearing a Team America uniform and carrying a shield on his back, could not crouch down. Many passersby saw them and pointed at them and exclaimed, "Ah, look at how patriotic that guy is!"
Harry and Hermione pulled their companions up and walked to the corner of the venue. They smiled and asked, "What are you guys thinking?"
Ron explained gloomily. Harry knew that he was inspired when he was helping Harry draw a picture book. He then asked Neville's grandmother to make these super British costumes for the masquerade ball. He complained, "Didn't we say we're going to put on makeup? Why do we have to wear a mask? "
"Ball, this is a ball … not a comic convention." As he spoke, Harry suddenly realized that his wizard's robe was probably not for dancing. He remembered Hermione, who had stunned everyone at the ball in the fourth grade.
If Hermione's attention had not been taken away by the super hot duo and Captain America, she would have looked stunning today. She had on light makeup and combed her hair into a noble and dignified hairstyle. Her hair was decorated with gauze and pearls. The most eye-catching thing about her was her dress. It was a long golden dress in the style of a palace, but it was not overly complicated. It just showed off the elegance and intelligence of a young girl.
Harry bowed to Hermione. "May I have the honor of dancing with you, my dear Princess Belle?"
Ron and the other two then realized where Hermione's costume came from. Ron was surprised and said, "So Hermione is pretty too?" Then Drac stepped on his foot. Neville wisely did not say anything. He only expressed his admiration for Hermione with his eyes.
Fortunately, Hermione was used to Ron's behavior, so she just glanced at him coldly and said nothing.
At this time, Harry realized another problem. Speaking of the ball, did he lack a dance partner?
However, there were many juniors in Grimm High School who did not have a dance partner, so Harry was not very conspicuous. The dance competition between Superman and Batman was more conspicuous. In the dessert and beverage area of the venue, there were many people like Harry who were just there to eat and watch the fun.
Hermione, who was hurt by Neville's foot, also sat down to rest. Harry quickly handed the little witch a pudding.
Hermione shook her head. "My waist is too tight. I can't eat."
It seemed that Hermione had put a lot of thought into today's ball. Harry was glad that he was a boy, and Snape was the kind of person who scoffed at appearance.
"So, did you ask him to dance?" Harry asked in a gossipy manner.
Hermione choked and then rolled her eyes at Harry. She did not answer the question directly. Instead, she asked, "When did you know?"
"In March last year." Harry could give an accurate time. "When Ron and Drac first fell in love, didn't he like to go to the Black Lake to sketch? Have you seen his drawing? "
Hermione had seen it and was impressed by the amazing degree of reproduction. At the same time, she instantly understood what Harry meant. "He saw it …"
"He didn't see it. He just drew you in, but he didn't realize what it meant. " Harry also found it funny. "You just take a walk along the Black Lake every evening. It's not very suspicious." Percy ran along the Black Lake every day to ensure that he could last until the end of the civil service exam. It was not very strange either.
Harry only accidentally discovered Hermione's eyes that were recorded in Ron's drawing.
However, Hermione was still a little annoyed.
Harry glanced at the center of the dance floor and found that Percy was not present. He could not help but ask, "Why didn't he come?"
Hermione simply reached out and untied her tightly tied hair. She combed her hair and said, "You know, workaholic. He plans to take advantage of this holiday to prepare for his classes and to brush up on his mathematics knowledge."
Harry was sweating profusely. "You didn't tell him about the time loop?"
"No, I don't know how to say it." After sharing Harry's memories, Hermione gradually understood why Harry hid and remained silent. Some things were not so easy to say, especially when they did not mean hope.
The two were silent for a while.
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