HP's Severus adopts Harry

Snape looked at me fixedly, I knelt on the ground, sucked my snot and looked back at him, not knowing what to do.

What does he mean by that?Adhering to the principle that the enemy does not move, I do not move, I try to maintain the status quo, neither talking too much nor pretending to be stupid.

Time passes in silence, and the comparison here is endurance.

After a long time, Snape let out a long sigh, and the sadness gradually faded from him, crossed his legs and rubbed his temples.

"Well, Harry, who gave you this illusion, I am easy to deceive? I am afraid that with your brain not much bigger than a hickory nut, you don't know where to get it?"

I blinked my eyes, really didn't know, so I just kept shutting up.

"As the saying goes, those who don't know are fearless, and that's true. But all pure-blood nobles with a long history have their own style of dressing, such as the Malfoy family. Why, didn't your dear Lanze tell you?"

"Well," I swallowed, "how do you know it belongs to Lan Ze?"

Frightened by the gang, I reflexively asked an extremely stupid question, and after I finished asking, I put my head in my hands, ashamed to see a big bat.

The Malfoy family, it is impossible for Big Malfoy to help me with this kind of thing out of boredom. In fact, except for the relationship with Snape, we have no friendship with him.

Then Narcissus's mother is even more impossible. Let's not say that I have never seen him in my life, even if I have, the aristocrat emphasized that it is impossible to play this kind of game with me.

The remaining Platinum Dragons might need Lan Ze's help at home, and they probably don't have such mature dressing skills.

Then, the tragic Lanze leaked.

Snape leaned forward, pinched my pink and flawless face fiercely, pulled it out hard, and said with a grim face: "Harry, what are you doing with your potions professor who has been working hard for two years but was miserably deceived?" Confession?"

"But, if you didn't assign me the impossible task first, why would I lie to you?"

I protested in a low voice, willing to bear the burden of hard work?I'm afraid it was me.

As a result, he pinched my face even harder, and my face was burning and painful. I felt that if I didn't salvage my face, it would be permanently deformed. No potion, healing, etc. could help me.I don't know if the wizarding world will accept a savior with a deformed face, maybe Rita will be particularly excited.

"Then why don't you tell me in person that this is an impossible task? What do you take me for? Am I a cheap item from a crazy sale on the street?"

My silence is golden.

why?Because I am still full of defenses against him, I instinctively obey his orders, but never communicate my thoughts with him.I took advantage of his love for my mother and me, but I was stingy with giving him even a little bit of trust

Why am I like this?Is it the result of long-term intrigue with various forces in order to stabilize one's position after becoming an adult in the previous life?After the victory of the war, it was not as I thought at the beginning, the white dove of peace flew in the sky, and the wizard family was happy and stable.

Break and then stand, break and then stand.The original era of black and white wizards with clear boundaries and singing rivalry is over. Due to various reasons, the forces of alliances have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Blood is not shed in vain, and I plunge into the political contest with the lofty prestige of a messiah.

But even with the help of a genius like Hermione, and the support of so many comrades in the Order of the Phoenix, I still feel struggling.The conspiracies and tricks on the battlefield are not suitable for this place. My team and I quickly transformed into real politicians. Those who could not keep up with the times and me left my life one by one.

Gradually, gradually, I grew up and became a figure like Dumbledore, the greatest mentor in my life.

I remember the spring when Ginny and I divorced. I stood with her by the Black Lake at Hogwarts, watching the children playing and making noise on the Quidditch pitch.The spring rain is drizzling, and the grass is growing under my feet. I can feel the indomitable flexibility of life.

She and I are over half a century old, standing in that rainy season, recalling our teenage years.

Before leaving, Ginny turned her head and left a last glance.

"Harry, you have become beyond my recognition."

I felt powerless then, and now I feel powerless.Is there no one I can trust, or am I just not going to trust anyone anymore?

I wiped away my tears and knelt upright, holding Snape's knee.

"Uncle, you are very important to me. It was my fault before. I will try to open my heart slowly, but please give me some time."

I stared straight at him, expecting him to see the sincerity in my eyes.

I dare not get to the bottom of it and say, Uncle, are you hiding something from me?Why are you so different from what I knew in my previous life?

Naive, as a way of life is good, really too naive, but you have to weigh the weight of your own life.

As for Snape, the so-called suspect does not need to be used, but the employer does not need to be suspicious.What exactly is he hiding, I don't need to be entangled in it like a mother-in-law.Anyway, no matter what, he will always be my firm reliance.

Snape, no matter in his previous life or in this life, was an upright man, there is no doubt about it.

In my memory, Aberforth was sitting in the dirty and chaotic pig's head bar, the warm wall fire was faintly dancing, and the old voice said slowly, "My brother Dumbledore, he learned to keep secrets as early as in his mother's lap."

This point, no matter how old and weak I am in the future, I will remember it and put it into practice.I take it as the last lesson my mentor taught me.

For Dumbledore, many people feel more and more ashamed of their trust in the old man after his death.

As for the werewolf Lupine, without the sincere trust of the old man, he would not have been able to enter Hogwarts, meet his four good friends, and spend a happy childhood.

Sirius thought so, without the old man's sincere trust, he would not be allowed to join the Order of the Phoenix and fight for his beliefs.

The same is true of countless members of the Order of the Phoenix who died.

However, perhaps only Aberforth knows his brother best. He has only given people a moderate amount of trust. He trusts himself the most. Only when everything is firmly under his control can he rest assured.

It was true of me, it was true of Snape, and it was true of Grinwald.

I have to say that he is a lovely old man, but he is also an old man with a strong desire to control.Maybe the real Gryffindor was like that.

But now, with Snape, I can't bear it.I couldn't bear to give him [-]% trust and [-]% use, then kneaded a colorful cockroach and fed it to him gently.

I would like to give Snape my full trust, because he gave almost his whole life for me and my mother.

If he persists in carrying out Professor Dumbledore's principles to the end, I'm afraid he will end up in the same fate as him, dying alone!

Shejiang picks hibiscus, Lanze has many fragrant grasses.

Whoever chooses to leave, thinks far away.

Still looking at the old town, the long road is long.

Stay together, sorrow and die.

Uncle Snape saw that I was doing well, finally nodded his noble head, turned over my poor knee, and allowed me to stand up and walk upright.

With a stretch of the long arm, he hugged me to his knees, resting his head on my shoulder, the breath he exhaled was so hot that it seemed to burn my neck.The left hand rested strangely on the most itchy part of my waist, and the right hand casually cast a pain-relieving spell on me.

Then I brought a bottle with slightly rippling golden liquid, um, the color I like, brilliant like the sun washed in the spring rain.I took a big sip, it's cool, it tastes like cola!

Cola flavor?Coax me?I can't help but tilt my head and think about it for a while.

Why do I smell conspiracy, I sniff and have to believe it.You know, my nose was famous for that, both during and after the war.

I remember when Snape was still alive, he once said with jealousy that this was my godfather's family tradition, and it was passed on from male to female, and he warned me to cherish it.

All of this seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and this bottle of potion greatly jumped out of the place where he should be.It seemed that Snape was brought in when he came in, but I was too excited then and then too nervous to pay attention.

No way, could it be that Snape dug a hole long ago with his magic tricks, and just waited for his order, and I jumped into it without hesitation?Take this opportunity to eliminate the crisis of trust between us?

I glared at him angrily, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes lit up, as if he was very interested.

After the difficulty, he stretched out his claws and pinched my nose, and his left hand happily changed from the previous honest state, and began to pinch, rub, and scratch my dear Xiaoman's waist.

I resisted, grabbed Snape's black hair that had been kept cool under my nagging all his life, and tugged hard, haha, if the golden boy doesn't show his power, you will think of me as a lucky cat.

Snape was stunned, I looked at him provocatively, after the disaster he became excited like a chicken blood, seeing his completely sparkling obsidian eyes, unexpectedly very vivid facial expression, under the warrior's instinct, I regretted up.

He resolutely turned over and pushed me onto the chair with all his strength, buried me between my necks and gnawed, until I whimpered and screamed miserably, and was cruelly swallowed by this bad uncle. mouth

The author has something to say:

Think about it, everyone, is there any description of Snape's wand in the original book, or has Aunt Rowling announced on the official website what material Snape's wand is made of?

If not, what materials do you think are suitable, please actively contribute your opinions and suggestions.

If you don't have any ideas, I'll make it up myself.