The Mortal

Sue special circumstances, Harry will be your surety. "

Snape had already begun to sneer, "I don't remember having a relative named Potter."

"Living among Muggles is the best choice for you right now, Harry he..."

At this time, the door of the principal's office opened, apparently someone had used the password.

"I think it's better for me to explain myself." McGonagall looked up at the person coming. "Good afternoon, Harry, please take a seat. It's a bit late, but the timing is right. We were just about to talk about your work, and Severus has some questions about the guarantor."

Snape's gaze fell on him as well.

This is their first meeting since then.In one of Snape's few imaginings, Potter would linger in the doorway hesitantly, then roll in with an annoyingly bewildered expression on his face, and then they'd have one of the most awkward conversations in years and debate over countless issues. A conflict escalates into a one-sided yell - of course the one who yells is the savior.

He was prepared, including precious patience for the next situation and a set of sentences that hit the stupid boy in every way.

But the reality is different.Reality has been fucking against him since he woke up.

He watched the boy walk in with a brisk pace, then nodded to the Headmaster without paying attention to anything else.

"Good afternoon. Sorry to run into a little situation." Harry gave an apologetic smile. "I didn't expect the students to be so enthusiastic."

Then, he looked at Snape who was sitting in another chair.The eyes that have been corrected a long time ago are not obstructed by the lenses, and the green is directly facing the deep black.

No surprise, no guilt, no sympathy, no pity.

"Long time no see, Professor." He said calmly.

For a brief moment, Snape felt as if he had spied something in it that was hard to decipher for a while - but then disappeared - and he even wondered if he was wrong.The young man was wearing jeans and a shirt, his hair was still messy, and he didn't look much different from what he remembered except for his increased height.

But something is different.He knew it, he could feel it, like there was some... connection between them.He had been watching this kid closely for so many years, and Harry Potter's every move could not escape his insight.

"It's a pity." It seems that there is really something to regret. "Gryffindor will deduct five points for your wrong address if you can," he said deliberately.

And Harry wasn't frightened, of course, and didn't have many extra emotions like anger or embarrassment.He is 20 years old, and he won't have to argue because of a few innocuous sarcasms.

In fact he could vaguely understand - that's not surprising, understanding Snape, although if it had been a few years ago he would have thrown this conclusion in Azkaban to feed the dementors.He had already learned about Snape's current situation in a letter a few days ago. Losing magic power is no fun, especially for powerful wizards who pursue power. The loss and pain he can imagine may not be as good as one.In this case, his title could be understood as a provocation against Snape's loss of the title of Professor.

Of course, that was not his intention.He was tense, Harry realized belatedly, that Snape was always... overwhelmed.

But he can still hold on.

"I see." Harry responded succinctly, and then he quickly moved on to the proper topic. "The Muggle Intelligence Processing and Diplomatic Liaison Committee, a department established after the Ministry of Magic, its work can basically be summarized as dealing with any matters involving Muggles. I am in charge, and I have every right - and should be the only one that can A wizard who vouches for you." He shrugged, "Or would you rather spend some time with a Muggle you don't know?"

Good reason, four arguments.But Snape still didn't want to give in easily.He was never one to give in easily.

"That doesn't mean we need to live in the same house," he said, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"Indeed." Harry agreed, then paused for a few seconds. Snape wished desperately that he was considering the offer, but it was clear the two of them didn't have an understanding on the matter - or would Potter have expectedly turned against him?

"First, your safety issue. I think I'm good enough for most situations, if you know I've been an Auror for a year. And it's not bad."

But Snape really didn't know, this was all the past year or two, and Draco didn't bring up too many obviously unpopular savior topics in front of his eyes.At this time, he heard the headmaster add a comment, "It's very good."

So why quit?

"Secondly, I've lived there for over a year and know a lot about it. I think it takes a while even for you to get over it without using charms. By the way, registered Muggles The residence is free of magic items, anything that would attract attention, and Muggle-wizard communication remains entirely limited, private and non-public."

Although in fact, they only need to look past it on the surface.The new treaty is not specifically designed to restrict wizards, the Ministry of Magic is not so boring, as long as there is no excuse to use magic spells in different ways (black magic is of course prohibited), cunning politicians.

"Third," Harry thought, a little uncertain in his voice - at least Snape was still enduring his tirade, given that he'd been fairly successful with the first two. "The apartment I'm renting is not small, with a convenient location, and three rooms. One is for me, one is for you, and the rest is a study room, or a work room. You can arrange it as you like, and I don't use it."

Snape looked him up and down with an unfathomable gaze.

"Go on." He said slowly.

"Uh..." Harry was visibly taken aback.He scratched his hair, and his tone drifted unconsciously, "I work and rest regularly, have no bad habits, and still...cook?"

By the end he wasn't sure what he was talking about either.

"I have to warn you, Potter," Snape said with a stern glance at him, "I will never allow you and your little friends to have a party in the house - don't interrupt, I'm not done yet - if you need to deal with For my personal problems, stay out overnight. No noise, no interference in my personal space, and I have the right to make reasonable requests at any time. Understand?"

"I have a personal question..." The last few letters were silenced, and Harry was slow to realize that this was a deep biological topic.He coughed lightly twice, and said before the heat on his face went up even higher, "Yes, I fully understand."

Snape was content to have the reaction he expected on that face, rather than the bloody, pretentious calm.

"Very good," he said.

"So, it looks like you've reached an agreement," McGonagall summed up aptly.She has to admit she enjoyed watching it. "I think you still have a lot to understand. I'll leave it to you, Harry. If you have any needs, just ask."

Harry came to himself - unknowingly - like an instinctive habit, wrapping his real self in some kind of constant shell.

"Okay, Headmaster." He stood up and smiled back, then turned to Snape and said, "Let's register with the Ministry of Magic while there's still time."

Snape watched that calm creep back into his face little by little.

Something is out of control, he thought.

Hogwarts can't Apparate, they use the Floo directly to the Ministry of Magic.There was always a lot of people coming and going from the Ministry during the week, and inevitably, many of them would pay attention to the Potter and Snape duo.And they need to walk from the lobby on the first floor to the innermost room on the third floor.

Snape's intimidation is strong enough to deter creatures within three meters of him, and his billowing black robes seem to have infinite magical powers to sweep away people he doesn't like - but, yes, there's always a but when it comes to Potter - The halo of the savior always has a way to endlessly attract the attention of the entire space.

But Harry ignored all eyes and looked straight ahead, isolating the surrounding exploration with an unusual indifference.

"Muggle Intelligence Handling and Diplomatic Liaison Committee." After turning the corner, Snape broke the silence flatly. "I'm assuming that Muggles also have corresponding organizations for so-called... supervision."

They walked side by side, which was a novel experience for Harry.He turned his head and took a quick look.

"Probably. It's in charge of a special team under MI5. It's MI5, responsible for the country's internal security." They stepped on the magic ladder, and Harry's tone became lighter. "It's said that they struggled for a long time on whether to hand it over to MI6 or MI[-]. The Sixth Office is in charge of international affairs. If you ask me, the magic world should be counted on the latter."

"Self-defeating bureaucracy," Snape commented harshly.

"That's right." Harry nodded imperceptibly. "But it has nothing to do with us. In addition, if you want to ask if you still need to contact the Muggles, the answer is no, I have done it