HP's Severus adopts Harry

It was another sunny morning, but the sun shone on the earth and bypassed me dramatically. As the dark savior Potter who was abandoned by Merlin since birth, I could only be alone in the dark corner Climbing and climbing helplessly.

Relying on the little bit of perseverance that I had accumulated in fighting against Voldemort in my previous life and then drifting away with the wind, I said a firm farewell to the beautiful bed, and climbed down reluctantly.

With a swipe of his hand, "哐——! Wow——!" There was a thunderous explosion.

Bless Merlin, the truth is not what I guessed.I looked at the scene of the incident with trembling eyelashes, oh!Merlin's socks!It was the potion I made last night, I covered my eyes in hopelessness, God was going to kill me.

Yesterday "that Snape" stretched out his bony hand miserably, with pale skin, and handed me a very simple bottle (After living for this period of time, I can already fully understand the "simple" bottle The connotation of the bottle) the thin lip hooked upwards, and the curvature did not exceed 0.05mm. I could only watch helplessly as his mouth opened and closed regardless of my will, and issued a "magic decree" aimed at peeling off a layer of my skin. .

"Harry, make this bottle of potion, and give it to me at breakfast tomorrow morning, or—" The silent threats kept repeating and repeating in my ears, so yesterday I wanted to be beaten like a chicken blood, desperately, desperately , Snape came to visit occasionally, smirking and smirking.

Of course, doing academics is not a war, and my sweating all over my face seems to be of little use. Last night, the alarm clock kept striding forward regardless of my feelings. By the time I was done in a hurry, it was already two o'clock in the morning.I breathed a sigh of relief, and I was so confident that I put my day's achievements firmly on the bedside table.

As a result, he was so close to the door that he was deeply expected, but he fell short.

I lay down on the cold ground in the morning, and when the bleak wind blew, I held the crystal clear fragments that shone in the sun as if they were laughing at me. I really wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Dinglingling~~~~~~! Dinglingling~~~~~~~!" It's full of ominous morning bells!Looking back miserably, the alarm clock said seven o'clock - meaning I had to turn into a house-elf version of the savior - to make breakfast for that Snape.

Apparition is prohibited in Spider's End Alley. I dragged my sleep-deprived and seriously protesting legs and ran to the kitchen in tears. Uh, in front of my eyes were a small pile of dishes and chopsticks. Well, I was too confused yesterday and forgot about these messy things .

I wash!I wash!I wash to my heart's content!

scare!The bowl is broken!

I cook!I cook!I cook happily!

Forehead?It's overcooked!

I hypnotize, I hypnotize, this is the job of the savior, let me emit the golden light of the golden boy, and dispel the haze in the life of that bat Snape!

Maybe every boy dreamed of being a superman when he was a child, and wearing his underwear backwards when his mother was not at home. I am lucky, and I have achieved and still do.But this, I think of the deep and ambiguous voice of the Potions Professor, is difficult and a challenge.

Although he is a bit older, compared to my youthful sparkle.

Although it is a bit ugly, with a big nose, lips that only sneer, greasy hair, and is always black, it has nothing to do with fashion, let alone a corner of Malfoy's wizard robe. I don't know how the platinum beauties fell in love with him.

Although a bit fierce, he actually tried to kill the great savior with his eyes.Of course, the great Potter would not succumb to this level of injury.

He has sharp fangs!From Slytherin!historical!

I have tough nerves!Inherited from Gryffindor!It has a long history!

While he still has a bit of a bad taste, I daresay his new hobby this year is playing tricks on me.For example, treating me as a house-elf, or even molesting me, is nothing to me.

He is strong by him, and the breeze blows the hills.

Well, I resignedly admit that this guy is still good, imagining his lookatme on the hill, thinking about his anything, my cheeks fly suspiciously red.

Anyway, I came back and I came back, I decided, my goal in this life is - to give the old bat happiness, I don't believe it, I can defeat the evil people who can't even change their names over and over again - —Gryffindor's famous golden lion, the greatest wizard after Dumbledore, can't handle that arrogant Snape!

I clenched my fist hard, come on!

OH, NO, the egg in my hand is broken, hey, the trash can welcomes it.

In short, I made this breakfast, at a certain loss.

Sitting nervously at the gorgeous black chestnut dining table, waiting for the Snape who was about to make me look good.

Rolling down the stairs in a black robe, the imposing manner is astonishing, graceful as a dragon, well, I'm lying.In fact, like a calm poisonous snake, it swims gracefully and calmly, looks very educated, and you can't help but expect that the next moment he will come to you like a prince charming and invite you to slide into the dance floor.

I happily ran to his side, opened the chair for him, set the tableware, and began to introduce my breakfast, which can be described as citing scriptures, running through ancient and modern times, but suddenly——

"Harry, is your potion ready?"

Carefully put my hands behind my back neatly, I lowered my head in shame.

"Why, is there a problem?"

The black storm began to surge, I really wish I was in the eye of the typhoon, but I'm afraid that is the initiator of the storm - today I will never spare the territory occupied by my Snape.

"It seems that something is wrong?" I raised my voice slightly, and I trembled hopelessly.

"Explanation?" He laid his legs on the table leisurely, and kicked the fruits of my morning's labor aside without any politeness. Hmph, it's your money that was spent anyway!I don't feel bad.

"Well, that potion is so difficult to make. I was busy last night. After being woken up by the alarm clock this morning, I was too tired. If I accidentally, just," I quickly looked up at the old bat's face, eh ?Like, with a hint of teasing? "It was overturned!" He bowed his head deeply, as if repenting.

"So, how do you think I should punish you?" He leaned against my ear, and the hot air blew on my ear, my ear turned red with no promise, his hands seemed, as if, were circling me waist?

Um?How to punish, how to punish, no, I obviously don't want to be punished!How did he get in there.

Ah, what is that, it brushes gently over my ears, a little soft, a little deep, oh, my body goes numb, as if climbing up the spine—a vine, every tender branch, every fresh leaf , are tickling my itch.

I was, old bat, kissed? ? ?

"Hehehe," he looked at me in a daze, retreated, and sat safely on his comfortable and spacious chair, "Then wait for me to wash my feet."

"Help you, wash your feet?" The voice was stuck in his throat, and it was extremely difficult to squeeze out.