Veela of HP

In addition to vegetables and meat, there are delicious banana bread and French baguettes. Harry waited for almost 10 minutes for the baked bread to come out.As he waited in line for his bread, Harry thought that tomorrow he would have to throw out the unusable trash in the kitchen so he could bake his own bread, and if Severus liked his bread, he wouldn't Mind giving him a little bit.

Harry kept a good mood and walked quickly towards the house, he couldn't wait to see Severus, he hadn't seen him for almost a whole day!Harry knew Snape wouldn't miss him as much as he did.Before he awakened his bloodline, there were too many things in front of Harry that required his attention. Even if he missed Snape, he would be forced to forget about it.And now, Harry was forced to face up to the thoughts of Snape in his heart, because his bloody Veela blood, or that bloody blood was just an excuse.

Anyway, Harry won't admit it to himself or say it, he's doing it every day anyway, which is so annoying!

Just when Harry turned around a house and was about to reach home, three figures like tramps appeared in front of him. Anyone could appear in Spider's End, but wizards are very questionable, haha Li put the bag in his hand aside and followed quietly.

"...Are you sure that traitor lives here?" One of the burly, bald men asked the shrinking thin man behind him. His tone was very bad, and there was a scar on his face from the corner of the eye down to the corner of the mouth. Even more vicious.

"Yes, yes." The thin man kept nodding, his body trembling, and he walked last.

"Hmph, it's just a mixed race." Another man spat on the ground, and he smiled maliciously, "Let's teach him a profound lesson."

The bald man laughed maliciously, and the cowering man behind them laughed too.

When Harry realized that the three were referring to Snape, his eyes changed instantly, as sharp as a wolf haunting the night, following its prey, waiting for the moment to stretch out its claws.

It's now.

When the last thin man was a step behind the two in front, Harry quickly pounced on him, covered the man's mouth, and wrung his neck hard the second the man's exclamation was about to come out of his mouth.

The two men in front soon realized something was wrong, and they turned and drew their wands and pointed them at Harry.

Harry let go of the head in his hand, letting the cooling body fall down.Thick evil spirit mixed with majestic pressure came from Harry's body and rushed towards the two menacingly.

"I was still wondering if it was a running dog of the Ministry of Magic, but it turned out to be a Veela?" The tall man was full of disdain.

"The veela thing can't swing on the bed, especially the male veela, I heard it's very sexy!" The bald man stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. He and the man beside him smiled lewdly and maliciously. Staring at Harry, it was like stripping him naked.

Harry held his wand and threw two shattered bones.

Unfortunately, it was bounced away by the Iron Armor Curse.

"It's really touching!" The bald man's eyes were particularly explicit, and he could tell at a glance what disgusting things he was thinking.He separated from the tall man, and the two of them surrounded Harry, "Come play with us, Veela."

A Stunning Charm was thrown at Harry, who ducked sideways.The Binding Curse and Disarming Curse that followed were all dodged by Harry.

"Bah, we should be ruthless at a time like this, anyway, he won't be useful after we've finished enjoying it." The tall man sneered, and he came up straight to Crucifixion.

Harry managed to dodge it, but found himself surrounded by a wall. He clenched his hand holding the wand tightly, and the veins burst from his fair skin. How calm his face was, the flames in his heart blazed How explosive.

"Hmph." Harry sneered, his emerald green eyes were as dark as a lake surging in the night, with no waves and no bottom.

The bald man hates such mocking smiles from others the most. He directly punched half of Harry's face, causing the corner of his mouth to split open immediately, and his mouth was full of bloody smell.

"Just a plaything." The bald man said, grabbing Harry's hair.

But in the next moment, he, who was originally complacent, changed his face, and fell down twitching all over his body.

A silent Cruciatus.

Harry stared at the other man coldly, and the tall man waved his wand in Harry's direction with trembling hands, throwing all kinds of black magic attack spells.The red light in his eyes could hardly see the situation in front of him clearly.

Harry first used an Iron Armor Charm, and after flicking away the tall man's spell, he quickly dodged his next inaccurate spell, calmly used a powerful disarming spell to neutralize the man's attack power, and then kicked the tall man He was lying on the ground, pointing his wand at his neck, and the tall man showed a terrified expression when he released his strength. Harry swung his wand backwards and cast a Cruciatus Curse on the bald man.

"Plaything?" Harry had a strange smile on his lips. He casually twirled the wand in his hand, swung a cutting spell between the bald man's legs, and cut off his male genitalia.The accompanying hissing and lung-piercing roar fell silent in the next second.

"You're too loud." Harry frowned.

The blood spread on the ground and merged into a pool of blood, which soon solidified into dark red spots.The smell of blood in the air became more and more serious, but Harry relaxed, as if this was where he should be.

Blood, stumps, pieces of flesh, terrified eyes, and curses that came at him but couldn't make a sound.

It was delightful, and he liked the game he was alone in.Harry knew he wasn't normal, but he let it go, he hadn't smelled blood for a long time.Having been in war for a long time, he has become accustomed to blood and violence. He finds that he cannot do without it, and even indulges in it. Now he needs to indulge the tyranny that has been suppressed for a long time.

"Cruciatus." Harry threw another Cruciatus Curse at the bald man who was still tenaciously alive with only one arm left. The bald man began to roll his eyes, and then gradually fell silent.

Is it over so soon?Harry's face became gloomy. He kicked the still warm and bloody corpse vigorously on the ground. Seeing that there was no response, he lowered his head in frustration, and ignited the devil's flame at the three broken corpses that were not in human shape.

The monstrous waves rolled over, Harry turned around, just about to regain his original briskness, but his body stiffened, he stared blankly at the person coming, his pupils shrank in an instant.

"...Why are you here?" Harry finally found his voice, his voice was hoarse, like a rusted gear, difficult to operate.

"I'll pick you up." Snape didn't seem to notice the flames burning behind Harry, the smell of charred corpses and the strong smell of blood in the air.Snape acted like he hadn't changed, that Harry had just gone out to buy food, that he was still a fragile veela.

Harry's mind went blank for a while, and he wanted to escape subconsciously, but his body was like being petrified, and the Veela characteristics that had been slightly suppressed before emerged again, telling him to go over and hug him. Live Severus, he needs him.

But he can't.

Merlin, he is covered in blood now, how could he appear in front of Snape like this?

Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out, the previous words had exhausted his courage.

Snape stepped forward to grab Harry's hand, but Harry ducked back timidly, trying to hide his bloody hand.But Snape was such a determined and assertive person that Harry couldn't keep saying no to him.

Finally, Snape took Harry's hand, his hand was so warm, and Harry's hand was so cold.

"Why?" Harry asked in a low voice, a fool could hear the care in his words.

Snape didn't speak, just pressed a light kiss on Harry's forehead, it was an extremely warm kiss, and the candle in Harry's heart that had been extinguished long ago was rekindled.Harry thought he was going to cry, but he didn't, he looked lost like a child who couldn't get home.

Harry knew that what he feared most now was being rejected by Snape.Without Snape, he would literally die.

In fact, this is not bad.Harry couldn't help thinking that he had planned to find a place where no one would know, and die quietly.

Snape sighed inwardly.He squeezed Harry's hand firmly and held Harry in his arms. He led Harry towards home.

"Let's go home."

He'd been here since Harry cut the first morsel of the remnants of those Death Eaters.Although Harry looked particularly cruel, his expression was as sad as if he was about to cry.

Snape knew that killing is so enjoyable and addictive, once you start enjoying it, you will quickly fall, and you may not be able to wake up for the rest of your life.He almost fell into it once, but the strong sense of guilt has always shackled him.

Harry, different.He had to fight, he had to face death, and killing was the quickest way to end a fight.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, those rumors about the savior were not groundless.However, Harry's current situation still exceeded his expectations.Just wish he didn't fall so fast so he could pull him back.The worries in Snape's heart melted away, and strong bitterness flooded his mouth.

extra episode four

Back home, Snape took Harry directly to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and the hot water brought mist to the bathroom.

"Hand." Snape glanced at Harry, who had been silent all this time, but Harry didn't respond.