Harry felt that he could not cope with the scene in front of him.
In his memory, he was still among the refugees and was attacked indiscriminately by the guards of Reach. The next moment, he was lying naked on the bed.
In front of him was Snape, who was equally honest. The suspicious white liquid on his lower abdomen and Snape's hot organ between his thighs.
Perhaps there was some kind of connection.
Snape watched as Harry, who was already red, suddenly became cooked.
He turned into a delicious pink. However, the Potions Professor, who had always been proud of his self-control, did not let his appetite take precedence. Instead, he asked calmly, "Do you know who you are?"
"... Who am I?"
am
I)? "Harry was still a little confused.
He subconsciously asked in return.
“24601？”
It seemed that he was not awake yet. Snape decided to give him some stimulation therapy. He raised his hand and pretended to pinch Harry. Harry immediately shrank into the pillow. Then, his vision blurred and he almost fell to the side. Snape reached out and grabbed the boy. After finding that his body was soft,
He simply carried Harry horizontally.
He carried him to the bathroom.
After filling the bathtub with hot water,
They soaked together.
Until his limbs warmed up in the hot water.
Harry groaned and got up from Snape's shoulder blade. He rolled to the other side, took a deep breath, and then plunged his head into the water. After holding his breath for a long time, he raised his head with a red face. His hair was wet, and his eyes were wet. They were shining like stars that had sunk to the bottom of the water.
"Professor, should we continue?"
Snape's slightly relaxed nerves instantly tensed up again. His deep and pleasant voice became hoarse. "I thought you were awake."
Most people agreed that Snape was not handsome. His nose was too big, his face was too ugly, and his eyes were too dark. He was wrapped in a black cloak all day long, just like the nickname in Gryffindor — the old bat. Harry guessed that Snape did not care much about his appearance. He even deliberately maintained this public image. But... God, now they were facing each other naked, and Snape's thin and muscular body was a little beyond Harry's expectations.
Harry leaned over and squeezed in front of Snape. He counted the older man's muscles and stroked the thin bite mark on the man's shoulder. Then, he was pressed down and poured a lot of bath gel on his body. Snape expressionlessly suppressed Harry, who still wanted to move, rubbed a lot of white bubbles on his body. Thus, the boy became slippery.
Harry hung on Snape's neck and sat with his legs apart on the man's thighs. He groaned, "Professor..."
Snape used his rough fingertips to rub the outside of Harry's thigh. He watched as the small patch of skin turned red. The young child shuddered and rubbed himself against Snape's abdomen even more willfully. Snape was not more relaxed than he was, but Slytherin was always the more patient one. "Are you sure you want this?"
Harry's eyes were filled with tears. "Yes... Yes, this is what I want!"
Snape patiently wrapped his palm around the aggrieved little boy and slowly but firmly rubbed him.
"But I don't want this."
Snape's voice was very low and calm, enough for Harry to recover from the heat.
"I don't want this. So, Potter, you'd better find back what little brain you have left — even though it doesn't represent wisdom or rationality."
Harry wanted to say that the last thing he needed now was rationality, but Snape's calm and cruel black eyes made his heart swell. He gritted his teeth and returned to normal.
He was still lying on Snape's body, but the heat had subsided and the water was a little cold. Snape refilled the bathtub with water — it was not an easy task when the little boy occupied one of his arms and half of his shoulders. Then, the two could finally talk calmly.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Harry closed his eyes and imagined that he was sinking to the bottom of the lake.
"I saw the Oulopolos... I mean, part of him."
After sending the red-haired boy to the survivors' gathering place in the British Isles, Harry found out the location of several major concentration camps from the refugees. He spent some time negotiating with the guards and finally chose one in the Scottish Highlands. It was not the largest concentration camp, nor was it the most strictly guarded. But when Harry stood on the hillside and looked into the distance, his vision from the Babel Library allowed him to see the black chimney-like prison and the black hole in the sky. Under the dark sky, he could vaguely see the black line between the two.
Harry still remembered Kronos's warning, so he did not dare to get close to Nihon's residence. But it was not difficult for him to disguise himself as a fugitive and sneak into the concentration camp. During the war, Harry learned a lot of magic to change his appearance. He turned his messy short hair into curly hair and made his face swollen. He grabbed a handful of black ash from the ground and smeared it on his face. Then, he gritted his teeth and rolled down the hillside. Soon, the guards patrolling the prison found the young man running down the hillside. They quickly knocked him out and locked him in the prison.
He was prepared for some torture, but after the guards checked that there was nothing on him, they did not seem to be very interested in him. They threw him into the prison cell and returned to the team. Harry's arrival did not attract too much attention. He did not want to attract too much attention. He had broken a leg when he rolled down the hillside, so he sat quietly in the corner and healed his injury with Silent Magic. At the same time, he observed the situation in the prison.
There were many prisoners in the prison cell, but almost no one made a sound, and no one looked at Harry. Most of them were looking at the spots on the wall and the light leaks on the wall.
There were no wizards here.
After his injured leg recovered, Harry tried to move his position. Then, he noticed that someone was looking at him from the corner. When Harry looked back, he avoided the gaze.
It was a man with black eyes and black hair. He was slightly older than Harry. His hair and face were dirty and messy. When he looked at Harry just now, there was suspicion and fierceness in his eyes. His exposed chest and arms were covered with whip and knife wounds.
Harry slowly got up, dragged his leg, and sat down beside the man. When the man tensed up, Harry reached out and grabbed his wrist.
A Beginner Silent Healing spell healed the man's bloodied palm completely.
"You …"
The man's voice seemed to be damaged, so his voice was hoarse.
Harry signaled him to be quiet. Then, he slowly wrote letters on the back of the man's hand, combining them into words and sentences.
(Help me.)
The man imitated his actions.
(Are you a god?)
(No.)
(You showed me a miracle.)
The man's expression was not only excited, but also angry.
Harry was silent for a moment before he slowly wrote, "That's right.
(I need your help.)
It was the man's turn to be speechless. After a long time, he wrote intermittently:
(I am John.)
(Thank you, John.)
The light was dim, and the prisoners were immersed in their own numbness. No one noticed that in the corner, the battered John had curled up into a ball. When he raised his head again, his appearance had changed. He had a head of black curly hair, and his cheeks were swollen. Only his gaze was still fierce.
Harry turned his face away and shook out the wand in his sleeve. A red charm hit the electronic lock of the cell. The alarm went off, and the silent prison instantly became restless.
John and Harry looked at each other — two almost identical faces. Then, they rushed forward and kicked open the cell door. The prisoners followed them, crying and screaming.
Harry used a Phantom Spell to hide in the chaos and left the crowd.
It did not take long for the guards to discover the riot in the prison and react. Due to the rebellions in other concentration camps not long ago, they took it seriously and had done their homework. Before the prisoners could break through the first line of defense, they were faced with a row of neutron cannons.
"Boom —" The prison guard who watched the scene through the camera simulated the sound of the cannons, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile.
His colleague expressionlessly gave the order to imprison and then warned, "The superior said — we can't kill the earthlings."
"Ridiculous. We should have occupied Earth decades ago, it's just that … "
"This is the highest order." The higher-ranking prison guard glanced at his subordinate sternly. After the latter fell silent, he said in a slightly relaxed tone, "What's the situation underground?"
The prison guard played the video. "Kedar took the Alpha team to check the situation. The underground system is not affected."
In the video, a row of mech-equipped prison guards were standing in front of a metal wall. There was no gap in the wall, only a ten-inch square electronic screen showing the situation inside the special prison.
What could not be seen on the monitor was that Harry was looking at the screen through the mech-equipped prison guard.
There was no one in the cell, only a mass of white light entangled together. The ends of the light were messy, like neat silk threads that had been cut and messed up.
"… He's seriously injured." Harry's feelings for the Oulopolos were complicated. "Not only because of the timeline that he split, but also because the timeline of the whole world is in chaos."
Maya and Harry used the Oulopolos to travel through time and space, which was the cause of the chaos. They were prisoners who were consuming time.
Snape sorted out Harry's narration and asked, "Why are the prisoners just imprisoned?" According to Harry, Maya used the people of Reach to hunt humans, but after 50 years, there were still a large number of concentration camps.
"Because Maya's purpose was never to slaughter humans." Harry closed his eyes. "It was to slaughter the world. He needed to watch people lose their will in endless despair. This was his source of energy and his ultimate purpose. As for hunting and jailing, they were just means. "
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