Deadpool was thrown into the corner for the nth time.
He was dizzy from hitting the metal frame.
He couldn't help but complain, "Are you bullying me?"
Harry complained without looking back, "It's obviously because your lower body is unstable. Don't you see that the professor is fine? "
Deadpool raised his head and looked at Snape, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
He wanted to shout, but he saw Harry's face suddenly change. Snape looked back at Harry almost at the same time, and then he simply pulled up the autopilot operation page.
He got up and pressed Deadpool into the driver's seat, "Look at the time." Then he took out the Oulopolos crystal ball from Harry's arms and stuffed it into Deadpool's arms, "Look at this ball."
Deadpool held the joystick and howled with the ball, "What do you mean by this?!"
Behind him, Harry, who was standing in place, had bloodstains on his face.
It was like a cracked porcelain.
Deadpool glanced back and was shocked.
After being stunned for a moment, he tore off his hood.
Revealing his avocado head, he said, "Don't be afraid.
Follow my bottom line. "
However, the other two in Tadis were not in the mood to joke with him.
Harry had slowly curled up because of the tearing pain.
The bloodstains also gradually spread to his neck. Snape left the startled Deadpool and walked to Harry's side.
He held his back and let him sit down along the wall.
Deadpool didn't look at the console when he was distracted.
As a result, Tadis trembled violently when he passed through a space-time storm vortex. He quickly turned around and gripped the joystick.
He guided the pirate machine back to the right path.
Over there.
Snape pinched Harry's chin hard.
He forced him to open his mouth to avoid biting his tongue, but the boy bent down suddenly, as if his waist and abdomen had been hit hard, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood. The Potions Professor showed a rare look of anxiety. He tore off a corner of his robe with one hand and stuffed it into Harry's mouth, but Harry was already coughing violently, so he simply stuffed his index finger between the boy's teeth.
Without warning, Harry bit down hard. Snape endured the pain and didn't make a sound. Harry couldn't tell if the blood he tasted was his own or Snape's blood, but he still tried to push Snape away. However, he was restrained so tightly that he couldn't move.
After Snape controlled Harry, he carefully adjusted the posture of the two, trying to let Harry lean on himself instead of the cold metal wall, and paying attention not to press on the more and more wounds on Harry's body. The latter was a little difficult. Those fatal knife wounds oozed blood and seeped through Harry's shirt and robe. Snape had to use several healing spells in a row. In the end, he simply shattered the tattered clothes on Harry's body, and then wrapped the boy in his loose robe.
During the break, Snape looked up at the console. The time was approaching two thousand years, and the magic was gradually failing. "Inside is bigger than outside" was returning to its original appearance.
"Ah!" Harry suddenly screamed from his throat, probably because of the severe knife wound on his back.
Snape felt the sharp pain in his hand, and his brain was working quickly: Potter won't die in the space-time storm... Potter is recalling all the pain he has suffered... Potter... Potter is tied to his own trace... Potter... I've seen all the possible fates of him (almost every one of them better than this!) ... Why?! Why does Potter want me to meddle in my own fate?
Snape finally couldn't help but lean close to Harry's ear. "Potter! Listen, I know what you're doing. Jiamei's blessing? Huh? Damned, arrogant, conceited Potter, what right do you have to act on your own accord? "
(Arianna said that Jiamei was a spirit bird with mysterious magic. She said that Jiamei would bring blessings to people. She said that Jiamei would protect her treasures...)
"Tell me, when was it?" He had long suspected that the kid had done something to him. The spell was too intimate and too powerful. Sometimes, he could even sense the child's trace and emotional fluctuation. It was a kind of … binding to the soul. Snape thought of all the possible spells, but he could not find a definite answer. Of course, it was not an evil spell. It was a vague connection, powerful but not invasive. It was a protective power.
Protection … the blessing of the green bird, the treasure of the spellcaster …
How, how stupid Potter was.
"Tell me … when was it?"
A pair of rather green eyes, a shining pool.
"Gotham …"
It was that dangerous night in Gotham, after the confrontation with Maya, before the disappearance of the magic world. Harry clearly knew that danger would eventually come, and he had undoubtedly hit the bullseye. Generally speaking, the savior would always implicate the people around him … (The savior boy who sacrificed others to protect himself!) How lucky, his dear sister. Jia Mei, who had been torn into pieces by the Virtual God, had left behind an echo in space and time. She had even left behind a beautiful incantation so that all the scars that he had to bear would be returned to him.
Snape quickly remembered Harry's restlessness that night, and he thought it was just a child's periodic emotional problems.
"How, how stupid Potter was …"
Tadis had almost reached the closed loop of time in 1993. Tadis had returned to its original size. Deadpool gripped the control stick with unusual seriousness, afraid that he would accidentally slip out of the loop and into the era where his own little bug was not around.
Snape pressed his lips to Harry's ear, and said in a low but clear voice, "I think, even a Potter should know that the spell can be used on anyone …"
Harry's eyelashes fluttered, and before he could lift his eyelids, he heard the Potions Professor say, "And surprisingly, not only do I know how to make potions, I also know a few spells …" And after Kamia's soul was exhausted, he had asked the Old Bee about this spell.
Snape's hand on Harry's back was already stained with the latter's blood (he was still doubtful, did this child really have so much blood to lose?). At that moment, he was using his blood-stained index finger to draw strange runes on the boy's back — runes that wizards could not read. Harry might be able to read them, but he was using all his strength to glare at Snape.
Snape stared back at him expressionlessly, and a moment later, Snape's left cheek split open.
The scar spread like a pattern on the elder's body.
Deadpool, who was in a hurry to find the brakes, took the time to look back and was shocked. "Do you two have to play ¥%&* in such a small space?"
Snape wrapped the fainted Harry with his robe and glanced at him coldly. "Step on the brakes."
Deadpool subconsciously kicked, and Tadis rushed out of the white circle of light after a space-time jump and hit the ground. Except for Harry, who was restrained, the other two fell to the ground and did not remember to open the door for a while.
Until there was a noise outside, Deadpool looked at Snape, who was obviously prone to excessive blood loss, and got up. He opened the door and said, "I m
ing~where
is
my
babyboy~”
But the anxious-looking person at the door was not his bum, nor his annoying brother-in-law, but a girl with long dark brown curly hair. Or, um … Deadpool took a step back and scanned the girl's figure up and down. "Dr. Song Jiang?
"Hey, Harry Potter! Did we run to the wrong set? "
"Song Jiang" rolled her eyes, pulled Deadpool out, and went straight to the two people on the ground. "Harry? Professor Snape? "
Behind her was a thin and tall young man with ginger hair and a handsome young man with a neat platinum back. This combination looked much more familiar. Deadpool reacted a little, and then his face changed. "Is my little bug already an adult?"
Another red-haired young man, who could not squeeze in at all, sighed and pulled down the communicator in his ear. "Mr. Hank, Tadis is back, please contact Dr. Mccoy."
A line that went wrong with the set.
Harry woke up to the sound of rain, and he didn't know who didn't draw the curtains. When he opened his eyes, he saw the rain flowing down along the glass window, so he was stunned for a while, and then he realized the pain all over his body. He looked down at the bandage on his arm. This kind of not very gentle bandaging technique should be from Dr. Mccoy.
So … they still came back?
His mind was still not very clear. Harry stared at the rain outside the window for a while, but he still couldn't completely remember what happened in the Tadis. He only remembered that he was not the driver on the return trip, it should be Snape … Snape? His pupils dilated slightly. Snape?
Turning his head to look for Ouroboros, the first thing he saw was the pocket watch on the bedside table. The pocket watch should have contained Ouroboros' timeline, but at this moment, the pocket watch was open and lying on the table. There was nothing inside.
He was so nervous that he wanted to get up, but he heard someone behind him say, "That part of the timeline ran into the crystal ball by itself."
It was a familiar bass voice, and it was also a little hoarse. Harry turned his head and found that there were two beds in the room, and Snape was lying on the other bed. The man's originally gloomy face was now even paler. It was obvious that he had not recovered from his serious injuries, and there was an obvious scar on his cheek …
Scar …
Harry finally remembered the key to the plot. His eyes moved to Snape's exposed arm, and sure enough, it was also bandaged and bleeding.
Jia Mei's Blessing, a seemingly beautiful protection spell. Where the heart is, there is the treasure. It protects the soul that is bound to the caster, and it projects all the damage that the protected person receives to the caster.
They made an oath for each other and shared the injury equally.
"Professor …"
Snape looked at his expression impatiently and looked away.
Harry had to put away the awkward atmosphere and murmured, "It doesn't feel worth it …"
Snape suddenly had a premonition that he would not be willing to listen to what the kid was going to say.
"… You see, I was the only one injured, but I won't die. Now two people are injured … This is a bad deal …"
Snape looked at Harry's neck with a vicious gaze, "Maybe you would like to ask for more benefits from the Grim Reaper?"
Harry smiled and shrunk back into the quilt, "No. I'm not Princess Elisabeth. "
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