HP Dark Hero

? Severus Snape aggressively led the two parties involved in the potion accident to the infirmary, without any concern for Harry Potter's dignity or image, and hung people floating on the back end along the way.On the other hand, Harry swayed without any struggle, adjusted his posture on his own, and enjoyed it as a game - except for deliberately hitting him a few times, Snape, a narrow-minded man, couldn't do anything.

Madam Pomfrey, Queen of Medicine, was obviously used to seeing Harry Potter. Rather, this regular visitor hadn't been to the hospital for a while, which made her worry that he was hiding his pain.

Instructing Snape to put Harry with his eyes closed on the bed -- the potion was sticky on his face -- Pomfrey moved slightly to the seat by the door to Blaise Zabini who was following him.

Blaise just sat down on the seat closest to the bed, looking very friendly and close to Harry, and the witch gave him a slightly surprised look.

"This troll blew up the cauldron, and Zabini was affected...Please confirm whether the great savior has finally seriously injured himself, leaving irreparable problems—of course, the low IQ is obviously from nature, and has nothing to do with this cauldron explosion, I guess you can skip that check."

Snape told the med-witch that Pomfrey was already waving his wand at Harry and Blaise, ignoring the long string of taunts and asking, "What potion is in this class? I need to know the possible effects."

"Fantasy, love, potion." Snape gritted his teeth every word. If the wizard who decided to include this potion in the scope of NEWTs was in front of him at this time, it was not difficult to foresee that he would be torn to pieces.

Snape's objection to teaching students love potions was not new news, and Pomfrey fully understood his junior's anger, and carefully identified the various colors reflected in the healing magic.

"It seems that the boys are fine, and they are in good health..." Madam Pomfrey said after a while, but her expression was a little hesitant, "There is also a part, this is the first time I saw Mr. Potter's results, and I can't immediately judge the situation .Maybe the failed potion reacted with something. This part needs to be confirmed by Severus to determine the effect of the potion...but it should subside naturally after a period of time."

Madam Pomfrey was sure that the potion would not cause secondary harm to the body, so Blaise took the initiative to fetch water and a towel, Harry fumbled to take it, and wiped the potion on his face.

Snape nodded, squinting at Harry impatiently, and said softly, "Unfortunately, it seems that you failed to kill yourself, and the mighty luck still dutifully guaranteed your life. The confinement was not lifted because of this, on time, Potter. "

"Understood," Harry replied vaguely, burying his face in a clean white towel, "It's very kind of you, Severus—"

Pomfrey's eyes widened when she heard the answer, thinking of the Slytherin boy's initiative to get close to the golden boy, she frowned and looked at Snape, "Mr. Potter's potion may have some... special effects, Severus, you may need to start researching it as soon as possible The ingredients of that potion."

Snape's face was gloomy, and he glared at the green-eyed boy who secretly raised eyebrows and grinned provocatively at him. He deducted points in the name of disrespecting the professor, and turned away angrily.

"So, Harry," Blaise dug out a piece of chocolate out of nowhere, unwrapped it and handed it to Harry's lips tenderly, "Would you like some?"

Ron and Hermione, who rushed to the hospital to visit their friends after the reconciliation, stood on the spot blankly!

Snape, who missed dinner just before the confinement period started, paused the test on the potion and returned to the office.

With the bitter cold wind, he pushed open the door, but he didn't expect to see the orange fire in the fireplace, and the room was warm, and the cellar office could be called a warm home at this moment!

Severus Snape's expression twisted for a moment.

Suddenly there was a low laugh from the side, Snape turned his head, just in time to see a black-haired young man, sitting on his desk with his legs bent, the other foot dangling leisurely, full of smiles, as if caught by his just now Amusement to astonishment.Noticing his gaze, the young man with a unique temperament jumped down and straightened up, his movements revealing the explosive power contained in that thin body, flexible and vigorous.

The young man who was slightly shorter than Snape walked up to him and confronted him, his eyes were full of ridicule, and his tone was overly dramatic and disgusting: "Professor Snape, I thought I had spent my whole life waiting for you,"

"Break into the professor's private office, Gryffindor—"

Harry interrupted, "Wait! I'm here for detention."

"I don't remember," Snape said slowly, "when I gave you the password."

"..." Harry snorted, "Or, are you really planning to hang me outside? Points will be deducted for being late in confinement?"

Snape smirked, acquiescing aboveboard to the original intention of matching Harry's irritable and exasperated knock on the door with his belated dinner.

"You know," Harry thought, "as long as there are snakes on your door, this wish will be impossible to come true?"

Snape's eyes were cold, and he obviously expected that the doorman would be very easy to establish a friendly relationship with the Savior, and asked another more important thing, "Potter, can you tell the poor potions master: why you appear like this ?”

Harry shrugged, "I don't know... Something is wrong after coming out of the hospital. The age-reducing medicine doesn't work. Maybe it's a medicine conflict?"

With the movement, the young man's untrimmed slightly long bangs slightly covered his eyebrows and eyes, and the ends of his hair were messy and curled around his slender neck. Snape was dazed for a moment, but it was just an unnoticed moment.

"I hope you won't tell me that you used this kind of virtue to swagger through the market and cross half of the campus──"

"No, I came directly to the cellar when the aging agent was about to expire," Harry answered truthfully, leaning closer to him with raised eyebrows, and asked meaningfully: "...so you don't want others to see me, Professor Snape? "

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Harry bit his tongue secretly in shock, not understanding how such a flirtatious sentence could slip out of his mouth so naturally, waiting for the venom to drench in embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, Snape wasn't too surprised by this, but just glanced at Harry thoughtfully.

At this moment, the latter's face was full of remorse, but he still maintained an intimate posture unconsciously, and had no intention of retreating an appropriate distance.

"Apparently besides frying the cauldron, the Savior has the special talent of being self-indulgent. I didn't come to you for small talk. Ah, yes, we have a big pot of slugs that the great Potter needs to squeeze out, why don't you do it Woolen cloth?"

Severus Snape deliberately imitated Harry, his tone was so gentle that it almost dripped water, and the mocking and disdainful expression on his face never diminished.

"The issue of age-reducing agent is up to you, dear professor, otherwise... Well, I may use 'this virtue' to meet future school life."

Harry spread out his hands, grinned with a rascally grin, then turned around and walked to the operating table familiarly, without changing his expression, he picked up the sticky and slippery slugs one by one, and squeezed the mucus skillfully.

Severus Snape swallowed the sarcasm reflexively, with an ugly expression as if he had eaten the bucket of slugs, he could only walk into the simple potion room attached to the office with heavy steps, and slammed the door hard as if to vent his anger.

"Ha, childish," Harry smiled broadly, curling the corners of his mouth smugly.

Thanks to all kinds of confinement experiences, although Harry didn't have the training to accurately cut out the specified amount of knife skills, he handled the slugs very quickly and accurately. When he finished the work at hand, there was even a period of time before the curfew.

And Severus Snape, who was forced to sacrifice his scarce personal time, hadn't stepped out of the potion room yet, obviously still working overtime for the savior from another world.

All of this was within Harry's expectations.

The young wizard took out a small disc-shaped cloth bag from the pocket of his robe, and a corner of the thick black cloth slipped off, revealing a somewhat dirty golden object, which was Ravenclaw's crown.

Harry stuffed the black cloth tightly, threw the former Horcrux up and down, and searched for the hiding place in Severus Snape's office.

If it is said that the safest place in Hogwarts where no one will wander around, after thinking about it, it is probably Severus Snape's bedroom, and this office is the second best-unless the intruder is a Parseltongue .

Besides, hiding here, he didn't even need to find a location where he could fool everyone, just that he could hide it from Snape.

Breaking into the other party's bedroom would definitely be discovered in a very short time, so Harry could only regretfully accept the second choice.

It just so happened that he knew where to keep things, at least nothing Harry had hidden had been discovered by the other Severus Snape before.

Pleasantly thanking his old partner in his heart, Harry lifted the carpet and found a certain loose floor tile turned up, exposing a small space, which seemed to be a gap caused by accident due to the different shape of the stone itself during the construction of the cellar.

Putting the diadem in and returning it to its original shape, Harry walked around a few times in peace, even secretly commenting on Snape's arrangement which had no life style at all, but during this time he couldn't help but glance at the door of the potion room repeatedly.

After the dozens of times he found himself looking at the door uncontrollably again, Harry threw his head up in frustration for a few seconds.

'Merlin, what's going on...'

Harry was puzzled to find that he was annoyed by the plain door panel.In the end, it can only be blamed on the fact that it is too boring here.

Simply complying with the strange emotion in his heart like scratching his little paw, Harry carefully pushed open the damn door and slipped into the potions room.

The attached potions room was very similar in configuration to the potions room in Snape's home in Spider's End, but with much less equipment and a smaller area.

This made it almost unnecessary for Harry to look for it, and saw Snape sitting on the high-backed chair in the corner through the billowing steam from the cauldron.

The opponent's arms were folded around his chest, his back was slightly bent than usual, his head was slightly lowered facing the small cauldron, and a few strands of greasy hair covered most of the man's face like a thick curtain.

But it's obvious,

Severus Snape fell asleep.

Because the situation was so abnormal, Harry tensed every nerve in his body, clenched his wand tightly, and walked around the small potion room lightly for a few steps, and even made a gesture to throw some kind of powder in his hand into the square. When the other party didn't move in the potion carefully brewed with slow fire, I really believed that it wasn't some kind of trap.

──There was a Potter bouncing around in his private domain, and Snape fell asleep with someone beside him?

Or, Voldemort and Dumbledore have the same deep love for lemon sherbet, which is more believable than this scene.

Harry naturally leaned over, bent his long legs, and sat down at the foot of Snape's chair, a subtle complex smell entered his nostrils.

It was the bitter potion smell that he was very familiar with.It was that smell of his old pal Severus that made him trust Snape so easily when he first arrived.And the failed potion that he blew up today, although not obvious, also faintly exudes this smell.

Harry couldn't help wondering whether this was some kind of potion, potion ingredients, and potion masters' common smell, just like tea leaves, no matter where they come from, have a tea fragrance... However, since he didn't know anything about potions, Harry just let it go. Open this little confusion.

In addition, he also discovered something unusual—the smell of some kind of stabilizing medicine remained on the other party's body.

As the name suggests, this potion is mostly used to stabilize the life state of some special wizards, for example, it is used on wizards whose minds are damaged, unable to act normally, or falling into a deep coma.

Among Muggles, this condition is known as brain death.

Naturally, Snape himself did not need to use this potion, it should be the smell from the making.

But as far as Harry knew, there were no seriously injured patients in Hogwarts who needed this kind of potion, and if this happened, they would be sent directly to St. Mungo's.

So the answer to why Snape made the stabilizer seemed clear, and there was almost only one possibility: a mission from Voldemort or Dumbledore.

Is there anyone who needs to keep Dumbledore or Voldemort alive even if they are brain dead...?

Harry looked at the thick bruises under Snape's eyes and thought about it, feeling the tension and fatigue of the other for no reason.

Looking down, he came to the opponent's arm covered under the long sleeve, Harry reminded himself to find a chance to change the opponent's Dark Mark, at least adjust the connection that Voldemort can punish at will, maybe this will make it easier for the opponent to undercover .

And change the pattern to something like...a caterpillar poking out of an apple, or something.

then……

……

...

Leaning against the foot of the chair, the black-haired young man who was sitting on the ground tilted his head, slightly touching the side of Snape's leg. Harry closed his eyes at some point, and the two leaned on each other lightly, also falling into a deep sleep.