In the obscure light, in the dark forest,
The thin and weak boy was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and a pair of underwear. His thin and straight legs stepped on the mud,
Unexpectedly, there was a kind of oil painting beauty.
But at this moment, the only person who had the chance to appreciate it was squatting on the ground and collecting insect eggs in glass bottles,
Those hunting ants that were scurrying around frantically.
Had already dragged their queen and Harry's trousers back to the tree hole.
Harry hugged his shoulders and trembled in the night wind,
Then he sneezed,
Two tubes of clear snot flowed down.
The boy sniffed and shouted with a sobbing tone, "Professor..."
Snape raised his head and looked at Harry, then looked at the glass bottle of cute hunting ant eggs in his hand,
He sighed to himself. There was no time to appreciate it,
He turned around and looked at Harry's robe on the ground. It was already soaked by night dew and mud and could not be worn,
Snape had no choice but to take off his black robe, "Lower your head."
Harry obediently lowered his head, and then his entire body was wrapped in Snape's black robe.
It was really wrapped up,
Like a mummy's wrapping method,
Harry only had time to give an exclamation of surprise.
His entire body was carried on Snape's shoulder, and then there was only the ups and downs of the road left in his field of vision.
"Professor..." Feeling the body temperature on the robe and the heat under his body, Harry whispered to the Potions Professor.
The man did not say a word. Just as they were about to walk out of the Forbidden Forest, he whispered, "Lower your head."
Harry quickly shrunk his neck and buried his face in the cloth. Thus, the dutiful Forest Guardian Haig only saw the Potions Professor of the Hogwarts carrying a pile of potion materials towards the castle. Well, it was quite a common scene! Hagrid even waved his hand twice at Snape to signal to him.
After carrying the 'potion ingredients' all the way back to the cellar, Snape threw Harry and his robe on the sofa. First, he put the jar of Hunter Ant Eggs into the refrigerator to store it properly. This was a rare S-grade potion ingredient that could only be harvested once a year. When he turned back to check on the boy's condition, he found that Harry had already fallen asleep on the sofa while hugging his robe, and his cheeks were abnormally bright red.
Reaching out to touch the child's forehead, Snape was sure that Harry had caught a cold, and … ahem, it was indeed because of him.
It was rare for Snape to feel a little guilty, but for a minor illness like a cold, he could concoct the right potion even with his eyes closed. Ten minutes later, he brought a hot potion to Harry. He woke the dazed boy up, pinched his chin, and fed him the potion.
"Cough cough …" Harry, who was half asleep and half awake, choked on the bitter potion, but he still drank it obediently.
Snape curled the corner of his mouth, almost close to a smile. Potter's little brat was always mischievous in various ways, such as openly skipping classes, confidently exploding crucibles, and fooling around with Americans with subtle intentions without any sense of danger … But in fact, this child was almost docile. He had never complained like those little monsters. He only shrugged and then grumbled as he accepted everything.
The potion that Snape fed Harry was very effective, but it had some kind of side effect. Seeing that the boy was still a little dizzy, Snape hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowed and then relaxed. After a long time, he lowered his voice and asked, "Potter, do you know … Sirius Black?"
The fever had not subsided. Harry's cheeks were still red, and there were stars spinning in front of his eyes. He vaguely heard someone talking in his ear, and it seemed to be about Sirius. He answered vaguely, "Sirius …"
Snape carefully observed Harry's expression, but he was still not sure if the boy knew about his relationship with Black. He also did not know if Dumbledore had mentioned this nominal godfather to him. In any case, in theory, he should not tell Harry these things.
"Potter …" Snape gripped Harry's shoulder tightly. "There are some things you should know … Sirius Black — he was your father's friend, he was your godfather, he … he might also be your enemy, and … he's dead."
After hurriedly finishing the last sentence, Snape wanted to push Harry away and stand up, but the groggy Harry grabbed Snape's sleeve tightly and did not let go. He even had the tendency to snuggle into Snape's arms. Snape had to use force to pry open Harry's claws one by one. In the process, he heard Harry humming something in a low voice. When he looked down, the boy seemed to be humming a song.
"… starman … waiting
in
the
Sky … "
Snape heard two sentences, and his face changed slightly. He seemed to have realized something. He could not help but hold the boy's hand tightly and asked in a deep voice, "Who is Sirius Black?"
Harry leaned into Snape's arms and mumbled, "… Sirius … don't go …"
"Go where?" Snape's face was difficult to distinguish under the flickering candlelight.
Perhaps Snape did not control his strength well, or perhaps Harry remembered something in his dream, but the boy suddenly shivered and sobbed, "… Sirius …"
Harry suddenly opened his eyes. This was unexpected to Snape, but the pair of hazy teary eyes did not seem to see the person in front of him clearly. He just blinked slowly. However, Snape was still frightened by the emerald green eyes. He retreated a few steps and leaned back on the sofa. At the same time, Harry fell on his chest.
"Professor …" Harry slowly blinked again and then closed his eyes. He rubbed his cheek on the Potions Professor's chest, as if this action made him feel a little safer. Then, as Snape stiffened, Harry raised his head slightly and gently planted a kiss on the corner of the man's mouth.
He did not touch the lips, nor did he use any invasive force. It was just a light kiss like a feather, but it made Snape's body tremble. He then pushed Harry away without hesitation. The boy, who was unconscious due to the effects of the magic potion, fell unconscious on the sofa.
Snape stared at Harry's sleeping face in extreme shock. The face that looked so much like James Potter's, and the pair of emerald green eyes that could not be seen at this time … Yes, emerald green eyes … Snape held his head with both hands. Some memories suddenly came to his mind … That Halloween night, in the corridor of the Hogwarts … Yes, he found the unconscious Potter in the Forbidden Forest, and then wanted to send him to the Medical Wing, but the boy suddenly woke up … No, was the one who woke up really Harry Potter? The boy who had suddenly kissed her had such a pair of bright green eyes …
Snape stared at Harry with an ugly expression. He suddenly realized that he had forgotten the original color of Harry's eyes.
The next morning, when Harry woke up, he found himself lying in Snape's living room. The Potions Professor had turned the sofa into a small bed and left a blanket for him, but the owner of the house was not there. He probably went to class.
Harry was still a little dizzy. After sitting up, he saw that Snape had left a bottle of magic potion on the table. There was a note at the bottom of the bottle, and a simple line of words was written on it: Take it before eight o 'clock.
Harry looked at his watch. It was only a quarter past seven. He pinched his nose and drank the disgusting magic potion in one breath. Then he remembered that he still had a transformation class with Professor Mcgonagall in the morning. He hurriedly lifted the blanket and walked out. Although he was not a Gryffindor in this life, the strictness of the Gryffindor Dean had left a deep impression on Harry.
However, the cold, fever, and the magic potion had more or less affected him.
Harry pushed open the cellar door and walked out, but found that the Slytherin on both sides of the road were making way for him. He was puzzled for a moment. His relationship with the Slytherin in this life was not bad? Why did they still look like they could not wait to avoid him?
Looking up, he saw Drac and Zabini walking towards him. Harry quickly smiled and greeted them. "Hey! Drac! Hey, Bryce! Are you going for breakfast? "
Drac was petrified the moment she saw Harry. Hearing Harry greet her so enthusiastically, the corner of her mouth twitched. "Potter … You … Aren't you cold?"
Cold? Harry scratched his head and suddenly found that his lower body was a little cold. He looked down and saw that his legs were smooth and clean!
"Aiyah!" Harry screamed. He finally understood why the Slytherin had shown such indescribable expressions.
Harry Potter! Harry the Saviour Potter! The most hated student of the dean of Slytherin, Harry the Saviour Potter! His clothes were disheveled! He was not wearing pants! He walked out of Snape's room with sleepy eyes!!!
Harry sucked in a breath of cold air. He could not believe how the twins had twisted this matter and written it in the Daily Hogwarts!
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