HP's Severus adopts Harry

The footsteps of time fly by like the lightest little swallows in spring, and the official school day has finally arrived without any shyness in the eyes of everyone.

No matter what mood you are in, anticipation, confusion, anxiety or other; no matter whether you are not ready, or whether you can give some time to do better.

Fate is inescapable, just like the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the transformation of the sun, moon and stars.

Recently, Dumbledore seems to be busy preparing for something. The potion master's work is getting more and more busy.

It was very difficult for me to meet him. Before going to bed that night, I excitedly left a note on the coffee table in the living room, and went to sleep contentedly. Thinking that I had found a good way to communicate, I proposed to meet and chat.

As a result, he used the waste directly and scribbled on the back of the note; he wrote on the note when he had something to do.So, the two of us who live under the same roof can only chat sadly with notes, and the other party is always indifferent.

What is directly proportional to it is his temper. I am very surprised, why can't I see the calmness of the snake when he is angry at me?Of course, this ebbs and flows, and I am getting softer and more cannon fodder—under the wrath of the Snake King, it is difficult for me to beg to preserve the whole body.Whether I'm throwing out Dumbledore or expressly or implicitly Lily.

His logic is very simple - if you enter the snake den, you have to listen to me!

Now, the situation is very critical, this is the autumn of life and death!

I slept soundly at first, lying in the quilt that I finally bought after signing countless unequal treaties with Snape, which was painted with blue-eyed big cats, I felt so lazy.

Suddenly, my whole body felt cold, and I was in a house with a constant temperature of 26 degrees controlled by magic.I shuddered.

My eyes were so dazed, the scene in front of me made me wake up immediately, unless I wanted a spring of clear water to help me.

My quilt was lifted, and I was thrown crumpled by the trash can as if venting my anger. Snape stood beside the bed imposingly, with complete anger written in his usually emotionless eyes.

"Harry, I feed you with potions every day. Could it be that a comprehensive reaction of potions that is not yet clear has caused your limbs to develop and your brain to lag behind?"

But, what happened, why did Snape throw a tantrum when he woke up?

Although I was too timid to ask, I guess my confusion was clearly written on my face.Snape's anger seemed to be heightened as well.

"Why, our great savior has forgotten what day it is, and the whole of Hogwarts is waiting for you to visit?"

Usually he talks about the savior in a joking tone, but now he is really full of anger.

"I know, today, today, is the day of official report." I stammered.

"Oh, my Merlin, it's really touching. So you still remember it condescendingly. Then, what time is it until now?"

A bad premonition is slowly appearing, isn't it, can it be that I...

"It's already 7 o'clock in the evening. You are so courageous that you dare to be late for the opening ceremony."

Taunt and rage culminate, mixing to create an explosion.

Snape miraculously and quickly pulled out the cane that I had only seen a few times before, and mercilessly drew it onto my obediently outstretched hand. mark.

I lowered my head in pain, and An An thought about what was going on.Last night I slept as usual, I specially set the alarm clock, why did I sleep all day and all night?

"I know there must be something wrong with this, so come to my office at night to explain. Password: Iris."

The potion master who had vented his anger began to return to normal, but his tone was a little cold.

When I appeared in the Hogwarts Great Hall with Snape elegantly and calmly through the fireplace, fully dressed, it was a wonderful scene.

After a second of silence, Gryffindor blew up the pot.

After a second of silence, Slytherin fell completely silent.

Ravenclaw looked calm after a second of silence.

After five seconds of silence, Hufflepuff also calmed down.

Hufflepuff has no opinion on one item, but there are not all fools in the academy, so a meeting of prefects many years ago decided: in order not to lose face, follow Ravenclaw on important occasions in the future.

The red-haired Ron was spitting and waving his arms, wishing he could jump on the table and said, "Look, this is the savior who defeated You-Know-Who, what a Gryffindor, who dared to be late for the opening ceremony, and still talk to that guy without changing his face." How brave to come along with the scary vampires!" His twin brother shrugged

Speechless, I resisted the urge to gag him.I mourn for you, my idolatrous friend.

Hermione frowned and didn't speak, Lanze and Draco smiled at me, Draco raised the pumpkin juice and shook it at me, feeling like a person who treats the high-class banquet as his back garden, and took the pumpkin The juice is used as red wine.

No one in Slytherin dared to laugh at him. Lanze refrained from saying anything for the sake of his family's face, and seemed to be muttering something silently. Judging by the image of his mouth: a child, it's normal for a stinky fart to be ugly.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet, Harry Potter has to be a little late because of something, I hope the students can use the power of friendship to forgive him," the old headmaster winked at me as always, "Next, please Potter branch."

I'm walking towards the Sorting Hat with whom I've spent almost the rest of my life, old friend.

I plan to draw the oldest guy in Hogwarts as an ally, and I showed him a part of my memory. It seems that my sorting time broke the record of Hogwarts. What is this guy doing? I didn’t speak for an entire hour , the whole thing is hard to argue with!

I wanted to show off the future principal's Pu, but I couldn't help it because I kept silent, and poked the old hat angrily; "Hey, old man, what's the matter."

"I'm crying, I'm too sad for a moment, I can't slow it down."

Black lines fell from my head like rain. It turns out that hats can also cry, and I have learned a lot.

"You brat, I'm a hat with magic power. Gryffindor was very polite to me back then, why are you..."

Very polite?It's so convincing, "Okay, okay, let's talk about the old days when we have a chance, now hurry up and sort out, I'd better go to Slytherin, I'll be protected by the professor, it's safe! It's also convenient! Remember to keep it secret, especially don't talk to the old man. said the headmaster."

I interrupted him hastily, and if this went on, there would be no end to the conversation. Eyes of different colors all over the hall shot at me one after another, which made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles.

"Oh, okay, you young people don't want to talk to my old bones anymore."

"Slytherin—"

The whole hall was silent again, how could this hat still cry?Oh no, the savior who defeated the mysterious man was assigned to the same academy as the mysterious man?