HP's Severus adopts Harry

Lanze clings to Tom like a piece of brown candy, dragging the wizard's robe and twisting and twisting on the ground, hanging on Tom's arm with both hands and not letting go.

Tom kept his mouth shut, pretending that silence is golden, ignored Lan Ze's enthusiasm, and didn't even snort at Lan Ze, probably because he suddenly became a child, and the blow was too great.

Draco followed these two big men as a follower, with a strong aura of resentment.

I took a class with three people with my bag cross-body for a day, and I felt that I was the most normal one in this small group, but from time to time, the more weird eyes of the students who forcibly covered up fell on me, and they looked at me on the back. It was hairy, like there were one after another fried-tailed snails crawling on my back.

"Cockroach heap." I muttered the password a little disgustingly.

Muggle philosophers have said that one can never fully understand another.It seems that statement is true, I will never understand Dumbledore's love for cockroach piles.

"Harry, come in quickly." The old man I was familiar with smiled at me sitting behind the huge desk. The silverware all over the office was shining with a luster that could pass through time. At this moment, it seemed to stop in time forever. It overlaps infinitely with my memory.

"Harry, sit down." The kind old man shook his unattractive wand—if I hadn't held it and fought for almost my whole life, I couldn't believe that such an ugly guy turned out to be the Elder Wand, conjuring a red cloth in the air The big flower chair, stuffed with feathers, looks floppy.

Entering the office, the Elder Wand and I resonated harmoniously.Maybe magic implements are not disturbed by time and space, and he still knows me.Moved, I immediately ignored the ugliness of his pitted and teary appearance.

"Harry, I am very happy to see the old man." Unexpectedly, Professor Dumbledore generously raised the wand with a very regretful appearance, and twirled it in the air for me to see.

"Oh, I'm really happy!" What does the old principal mean? Is he afraid that I will snatch the wand given to him by his old lover and bring me here to give me a vaccination?

"Hehe, Harry, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that." He looked at me gently with his wise blue eyes, and I suddenly felt guilty towards him.

He smiled generously, saying it was okay.

"Harry, although you have held this wand for most of your life, he may have been hiding something from you?" The old principal said mischievously.Although his age and identity prevented him from taking a step closer to being naughty, he could only vaguely reveal it.

I looked suspiciously at the seemingly honest Elder Wand, isn't it often said that there is a heart of gold hidden under the ugly appearance?It's hard to imagine that this wand has been pretending to be a pig and a tiger.

"Professor Dumbledore?" The wand resolutely refused to communicate with me, a little resigned to the taste of dying, so I could only beg in a low voice to the motionless principal.

The headmaster looked at me deeply. His once pure blue eyes had already been stained with dust by the years, just like my spring-like blue eyes had already turned into deep pools. I couldn’t perceive more from those chaotic and tired eyes. Emotions.

"Harry, I hope you don't hate me." The old man suddenly murmured heavily.I am even more puzzled, I have never hated you for taking my life, so why would I hate you?

The headmaster swung his staff, and a large golden light formed a three-dimensional screen. I was shocked to see me with tears streaming down my face, and Snape with a haggard face and a beard?

In a corner, there was an old bee with unknown intentions and a pitiful look squatting.

What a weird triangle!

Merlin, how on earth did I offend the great Snape!My heart has always been calm and can be compared to an ice sculpture of a poisonous snake, but it is like a down-and-out old man on the street who has lost love and bought drunk?

But when did this happen?Why am I swollen?

The terrible eight o'clock file was played on the screen, and I felt like I was hit by a cold wind, and I got goosebumps.

I seemed to be possessed by a weeping myrtle, and I ran in small steps, weeping and throwing myself into the arms of the painful Snape, beating Snape's solid chest with my pink fist.

With a choked and trembling voice in his mouth, he asked, "How could you do this to me?" Tears flowed down his cheeks to his mouth, miserable like the evolution of the resentful woman Dracod.

I hate~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!

Snape choked up in pain and didn't say a word.

His arms hugged me tightly, and his tall head finally lowered, stroking the top of my head.Such rare tenderness!But it was under such weird circumstances.

Clearly, there was a notice in red lettering on my face: Potter, no right to enjoy!

Dumbledore, who had been squatting aside for a long time, finally walked forward slowly, with a painful expression on his face, as if the queen mother who had discovered the Seven Fairies descended to earth, was about to pick up her hairpin to draw a river of heaven, to hinder the wrong people who met at the wrong time.

Upon discovering the old headmaster's actions, the weeping me on the screen and the distorted Snape let go of each other.

"Harry, although this is very cruel to you, but for the greater good..." The old headmaster may have thought of his old lover who was imprisoned by him, and there was a look of concern on his old face for a while.

I raised my wet eyelashes to look at Snape, and Snape cruelly turned his face away from my gaze, leaving me with increasingly greasy hair

My heart skipped a beat, and I was stunned. The wind blew on my face, taking away a few traces of water vapor, and it was cool.Calendula blooms in the grass under my feet, and the splendor makes me dizzy

After a while, I woke up, wiped away the dry tears on my face, and said with a mocking smile, "Okay..."

Snape next to him seemed to want to turn his head suddenly at this moment, but he held it back forcefully, all the muscles in his body were tense, like a bomb, ready to go off.

The corners of my mouth curved more.

I don't know if it was frightened by my facial expression, the old principal frowned, maybe it was because of fear and because of his decisive behavior, he created another Voldemort.

"However, I have a request." Dumbledore obviously relaxed a little, probably thinking that he can still make a request, and prove that he is still one of his own, which is better than hiding it from you and turning bad silently.

Snape trembled visibly, and twisted his head even more awkwardly.

"I hope that when the time is right in the future, I can still remember this past event."

Snape turned his head abruptly, the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed, and then slowly turned into an indelible sadness like thick ink.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, nodded with a long beard, and tried to explain: "Harry, I don't want you to forget your relationship with Professor Snape, but you know the current war situation, if you His brain was invaded by Voldemort, and he knew the love between Professor Snape and you. I am afraid that his spy, his life is in danger..."

I raised my right hand to stop the principal's remaining persuasion, "Professor Dumbledore, I understand what you said, no need to explain, will you agree to my request?"

"Okay, but for the sake of good secrecy, in the future, when your so-called time is ripe, I must personally restore your memory, and no one else can do it for you. What do you want?"

"But... the cruelty of war..."

"Indeed, maybe I have already gone to another more mysterious world by then, so your memory may never be recovered."

"Hehe, in fact, all of this is illusory, even if it is not, it will eventually become illusory, isn't it?"

--End! ——

I stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of me. I felt like I was ossified into a stone. I turned my head to look at the old principal one by one. I didn’t feel a single move. A stone fell from my neck, scattered with lime.

"This... this... is this true?" I reluctantly opened my petrified mouth and asked the only insider.

The headmaster nodded painfully, "Harry... I didn't expect this day to come. It seems that I am indeed old. Let me restore your memory."

"Slow..." Before I finished speaking, I was hit by the old and vigorous old principal, and the word "Zhe" got stuck in my throat, which made me ache.

The scenes in my mind, like a Muggle silent movie, were clearly shown. I watched Snape and I kiss and play, and saw his hand holding mine. The lines on our palms were tangled and stretched. into a grassy spring

Tears flowed down without knowing when, and dripped to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"So, Snape already knew?" I raised my teary eyes.

"Well, Snape didn't delete this memory back then, so when you came back, Professor Snape automatically had your memory."

"Then, he didn't say it all the time!" I twisted my hands, my anger was high, and the small universe broke out.