The Mortal

Dissatisfaction with the Lord's youthfulness.

Harry didn't feel much about it.Work took up some time, and two weeks later there was another Muggle incident with suspected wizarding traces, and the bald boss of MI5 reluctantly agreed to Ed's proposal to let Harry participate in their work.

Still, Snape was suspicious of how busy the young man was, who always had time to go home and waste time on tedious chores, as if the work of the house-elf suddenly had important meaning in his life.

"Then where do you get so many potions to boil?" Harry asked while washing the dishes when responding to a question.

"You probably don't understand the connection between livelihood and hobbies," Snape replied casually. "My security for the rest of my life is being built here."

Harry thought about the mountain of Galleons in his treasury and the balance in his bank account that he didn't need to worry about for the time being. He wisely didn't lament the amount of bonuses he earned from working hard for seven years, and the amount of money he earned for raising you The strange thought grabbed it in time and pressed it down.

Snape's life was simple and uncommonly quiet - it seemed that after leaving Hogwarts's lively critters there were only two things left to do in his life: potions and reading, the former happened naturally in the workshop , Sometimes when Harry was nestled on the sofa in the living room watching a program, he would stare blankly at the door that blocked the smell of herbs, and the clear broadcast on the TV became an irrelevant background sound.

Whenever this time, he will have a kind of inexplicable anxiety.

"What's the matter with you?" Snape sighed heavily, exhausted from finishing an order that made him too lazy to argue with the boy who was out of shape.

They've been at peace for the most part lately, mainly because the savior in their lives is unexpectedly docile - Snape raised his eyebrows at this judgment a few times, finally grudgingly admitting it in his more comfortable days. a little.

"I was thinking about labor services." Harry glanced towards the door. "You used to always have a lot of material to deal with."

Snape poured himself a glass of plain water. "So?" he asked.

"You see, I'm also very free. And simple things shouldn't cause you too much loss."

"Don't say whether the word simple fits your competence, Potter." Snape couldn't help but suspect that the young man in front of him was someone else in disguise, but the last thing he could do was to mistake the Potter's brat. "What on earth is your purpose in making this sacrifice to invade my workspace?"

"Because I find that door more and more annoying." Harry made a serious accusation. "I've resisted the urge to tear down the door several times, honestly. I can't concentrate at all when you're in there, and whatever disease hat you put on my head is fine, I can't be thinking about the potion accident. Eight hundred ways to deal with it while doing other things, for which I'd rather fight wits with your charming long-horned toads than let my brains be eaten out by random thoughts here."

Snape was so taken aback by the irrational arrogance that he didn't even know which part to criticize first.

"You're a hopeless Gryffindor, Potter," he concluded after a long time.

"I could be more hopeless. Do you still want me to beg you? Let me tell you I can do it."

Harry looked at him, his green eyes dimmed.He had no idea where this feeling was coming from, but at least he confirmed that the isolation from Snape was the trigger - maybe it was just hard to accept another loss, and this excessive tension would take time to ease - he reassured Own.

"You'll regret it." Snape stared at him, deeply.Something flashed quickly in the black eyes.

Harry's intuition that he has made great contributions many times tells him that it is never that simple, but there is always one universally outstanding ability of Gryffindors-

"Then give me a chance to regret it."

He heard himself say it.

The investigation of the dark wizard has temporarily reached a bottleneck. The wizard side has always been inclined to Slytherin, who is known for his cunning. Harry told them to shut up without evidence with a cold face.As for MI5, it also encountered setbacks. The advanced equipment in the laboratory was helpless against the wizards who came and went without a trace.

Harry's position in the middle of the two sides is delicate, and even Snape can smell unusual meanings from the innuendo reports in the Daily Prophet-the news of the Savior returned to the page, the reporter distorted the interpretation of the gossip, and the young golden boy inadvertently become the center of the topic again.

"Don't look at me that way," Harry said as he sliced ​​the meat. "They're scribbling again? Do you mean I'm deranged and partial to the hateful snakes, and by the way how elusive my whereabouts are?"

Snape put the daily newspaper aside, his eyes fell from the young man's much more mature side face to the hand that was skillfully handling the materials, the knuckles were obvious, stable and strong - it's hard to imagine that these hands were so trembling that they couldn't hold a light and fluffy stick .

He thought of the second reply from Minerva: I'm glad you still care about Harry so much, his condition is really difficult to explain, the child seems to be very repulsive to others (almost no one knows his real situation), Miss Granger was sad You told me about this, and you can imagine how surprised I was when he simply agreed to accept your stay. I think you mean a very special existence to Harry.You need to know that the end of the war was not as beautiful as you imagined, and there were some unfriendly rumors. For details, please refer to the newspaper clippings sent together.As for your question, I have communicated with the Auror's director, and he has the right and practical to refuse the request to read Harry's mission report.I will try again.Finally, I wish you a happy life and please take good care of him.

And the clippings from a year ago were unpleasant, with gossip and angled photos—that made the savior look like he was not far from mad, with exhausted gestures and watchful gloomy eyes—and the commentary below was harsh and sharp: We The hero is on the verge of losing control and collapsing. Will he therefore embark on the old path of the mysterious man?

Compared with this level of slander, it's not surprising that Potter can speak to him with ease now.

"Your tolerance of Slytherin did surprise some people," Snape said.

"You taught me not to be blinded by appearances." Harry smiled back at him. "I'm just discussing the facts as they stand, and I'm not deliberately taking sides."

"It's not wise to put yourself at a disadvantage."

Harry neatly arranged the cut white meat, feeling satisfied and relieved that he didn't waste materials.

"I don't want to rule the world, what do I care about?" He replied indifferently.

Snape had no particularly strong rebuttal to that.

"Instead of worrying about those unimportant things, why not think about the upcoming Halloween." Harry took the lead to change the subject. "Although we don't have the lively dinner party at Hogwarts, I think jack-o-lanterns can still do it."

"Potter, how dare you-"

"Or would you rather I play trick or treat with you?"

The trio gathered at the coffee shop the day before Halloween - don't ask why, look at the way Hermione stared at the sinful dessert cabinet, Ron holding a cold drink and not daring to question the choice of venue.As for Harry?His doting on girls (Ron had to say that) had drawn resentful glances from his pal more than once.

"Let's just say it first, this time it doesn't count." Hermione said to her close friend who was holding an iced coffee when she reluctantly returned to her seat. "What you owe me must be repaid by making it yourself."

Ron gloated and showed eight teeth to his good brother, and then got hit on the back of the head by his girlfriend - Harry didn't even bother to ask when they got back together, anyway, every time the breakup lasted no more than three days, he was already used to it.

"You decide." Harry said helplessly. "It's just that there's no way to entertain you at home, or Snape will probably throw me in the cauldron."

"I really admire you for being alive, man," Ron said grandly. "I just can't imagine how miserable your life is."

"I think it's fine." Harry took a sip of his overly sweetened coffee. "He won't trouble me for no reason. In fact, sometimes it's quite interesting for me to bicker with him on purpose. And he seems to know everything. Every time I read some messy books, I can say a few words to him. I kind of enjoy this kind of life.”

Ron had a terrified look on his face.

"Hermione testifies, last time he helped me test the potion." Harry continued to torture the young heart of the red-haired youth. "When I couldn't go back in time, he still cooked for me. Unfortunately, we couldn't reach an agreement on cleaning. He insisted that I use a cleaning spell, which directly made the noisy vacuum cleaner useless."

"Cough, cough cough-" Ron blushed with choking, and took the Kleenex that his girlfriend threw him insincerely. "you say-"

"Eat your ice cream." Hermione gave him a sideways glance and then turned her head. "Kent's tone was not right during the morning meeting. Did you offend him?"

Kent