[HP] bat

【Chapter 1】

The wheel of history will not stop, neither will the passage of time.But both the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix believed that a period of time in the summer of [-] was infinitely stretched by an invisible hand.

It was during this time that our story kicked off.

August 23, 95 is not a special day, well, maybe for the Muggles in London, England, the temperature as high as [-] degrees Fahrenheit is enough for them to bombard the government's complaint mailbox burst.

But for the wizarding world hidden in the shadows, this day is no different from yesterday or the day before yesterday—of course, including the residents of No. 19 Spider's End Lane.

residents?

Oh yes, yes, there are even persons here.When the first ray of sunlight in the morning was unceremoniously blocked by the thick dark green curtains with silver lace dark patterns in front of the window, the two people wrapped in quilts on the double bed in the same color style in the room seemed not to wake up yet. sign.

The temperature is gradually rising, but the master bedroom at No. 19 at the end of Spider Lane is still full of silence on this destined hot morning.

Under the warm and comfortable quilt, the two men who were still sleeping still maintained a sweet neck-to-neck embrace.This not-so-thick quilt was like a hard cocoon, tightly enveloping the two people on the bed, isolating them from the outside world.

The faint light allowed us to see that from the door to the bedside, the coats and trousers were lined up on the ground. These clothes were thrown around like two people on the bed, tightly intertwined—oh , well, last night was an intensely passionate night.

The messy-haired boy who had just woken up let his body immerse himself in this area full of sense of security when he stretched out his hand.

The boy on the bed was thin, and his body looked thinner than most children of the same age.Now he stretches his limbs comfortably.

If you can look closely, you will even find some small old and new scars on it.But now these wound marks are covered up by many deep or shallow ambiguous kiss marks.

Unceremoniously, he spread half of his body on the elder's sturdy body that was usually covered by a black robe, and the pair of the boy's calves, which were also on the elder's long legs, moved dishonestly from time to time, just like Like a lion cub pulling something into its territory.

The small head rested on the man's shoulder, and the iconic black messy hair was messed up even more messy last night. There were marks left by wearing glasses for a long time on the boy's face, but now his eyes without glasses are It was pitch black.

The deep dark circles and bags under the eyes betrayed the teenager's recent sleep quality—how long has he not slept well?

But now, there was a rare contentment and tranquility on this face.

The boy in the bed grabbed the quilt and covered his head, convincing himself that he could stay in bed for a while, surprisingly like a big cat that loves to sleep in.This warm blanket and being hugged like a baby are really very tempting to him.I really don't want to wake up!

And this boy who stays in bed is our protagonist——Harry Potter.

The first time Harry was really awake was reaching out to touch his stomach, which was flat and soft, no different from usual.But he knew it was different, he could feel that faint but familiar mental wave - the little seed timidly brushing Harry's palm lightly with its mental tentacles.

So Harry felt relieved to wash and clean up his crazy body last night.

The savior of the wizarding world did not consciously use the personal toiletries of the owner of this room except for toothbrushes and facial masks—we cannot expect the presence of a second creature here.

Under the hot water, Harry tossed his hands only half full of shampoo, and thought to himself that the old guess that the old bat didn't wash his hair turned out to be untrue.

With just the right quick shrink, the Savior incidentally looted a suit of clothes, including a brand new gray chubby lord, from the dark closet in the Potions Master's gloomy room.Defense spells are used as household magic, and the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class who changes every year will cry.

The green eyes grumbled and looked at the underwear in front of him—tsk, tsk—it turned out that the old bat's underwear was originally of this color instead of being unwashed. Harry once again sighed regretfully because he had heard and believed most of the rumors before. Take a breath.

A subtle sense of loss.

However, Harry's not-so-small movement in the early morning didn't wake up the elders on the bed. Not to mention the vigilance that Mr. Double Agent should have, even ordinary people should wake up.

The savior may be that Yigao is bold, not afraid to wake up the other party at all, and continues to do his own thing in the bedroom with confidence, without restraint.

And it turned out that Harry really didn't need to worry at all, and the Potions Master was still asleep until he left.

After packing up all the traces that could prove or track his identity, Harry left the end of Spider Alley in an awkward posture with his hands on his waist——if it wasn't for the fear of accidents, the old bat would be swollen [wow——].

Now that he has got the treasure he wants, if he doesn't leave, why don't he stay and be responsible for the chastity [beep——] of the old bat? This is unscientific.

As for the old man on the bed, Harry stretched his hand back and touched his sore waist again, remembering the old bat's way of eating once last night for three years!Clothed Bird|Beast!Don't judge people by their appearances!menstruation on the bed.

What a bargain for him!

Harry Blackface Potter happily decided to let him lie there.

Just as he was about to walk out the door of the house, Harry thought about it, and still took the risk of casting a summoning spell. "Wine made by elves"-this must-have wine at home can provide a moderate amount of alcohol, and is the best sober agent and analgesics.

You know his chrysanthemum hurts more than eating chili sauce for three days!Snape's skills are too poor, is he really an adult man!Harry was skeptical.

The boy was wise enough not to touch any of the potions in the Potions Master's medicine cabinet to deal with his now dizzy body, although he knew it was a sign of fever.

Because as soon as he thought of the consequences of touching his finished product in a master's house, Oh—that was too dangerous!God bless his IQ doesn't burn like that.

The mellow liquid moistened the thirsty throat, and the alcohol soon had its due effect.Harry closed the door and walked out quickly.

The hot wind that has begun to heat up hits head-on.Walking in this familiar but unfamiliar alley, Harry thought to himself, maybe time has left no trace only here.

It was like this 20 years ago, and it will still be like this 20 years later - it's all so filthy but delightfully familiar - there is no sign of life in the dark river, and there is nothing but rubbish beside the river.The legacy left by the abandoned mill, a huge chimney stands tall, and the young man looked at it with nostalgia in his eyes.The alley is still gloomy in the early morning, and there is no sound in the surroundings, and there is only a notice board here, which will say "ominous".

Harry walked steadily, step by step, even now that his head was starting to spin.Most people who lived in this area didn't get up early, but it wasn't that early, and Harry didn't want to show his dark side in the shadowy eyes.

Following the route he remembered, he turned out of the end of Spider Alley, bid farewell to the rows of dilapidated brick houses behind him, and Harry decided to go to a food store to fill his stomach first.

Healthy Mother, Healthy Baby - Malnutrition in the mother is not good for the baby.

Stretching out his hand to caress the flat belly in front of him again, Harry's first sincere smile came back.

————I am Harry, how do you feel that the dividing line of the blackened illusion———

The man who was forgotten on the bed woke up long after Harry had left - he actually slept through a morning and a noon!Has he finally lost his mind?Snape looked at the time displayed in mid-air and shook his head.

Snape sat on the bed thinking about why this happened today.

But at this moment, a strange sense of satisfaction from eating and drinking suddenly swept over the thinker Snape without warning. The master of potions was still a little dizzy, but the residual memory of his body formed a sentence first. Appeared in his head - what a wonderful night last night!

Snape: F*uk!

last night?What the fuck happened last night!

Snape's head regained clarity in an instant from the drowsiness.The man sat up straight and looked around - very well, it was still his own bedroom, or this was the only thing to be thankful for.

He found that the sheets and quilts on the bed showed traces of being roughly "cleaned up". You must know that this spell will always damage the softness of the fabric to a certain extent—especially this set by Narcissa (provided by Taste and then The bedding|linens arranged by their house elves).

He didn't move his body for the first time, but looked at his body seriously like looking at the ingredients of a potion, trying to find some traces.

All the traces left on his body showed that he was accompanied by a passionate companion last night, and the red scratches on his back that were still painful let the potions master know that he had a very suitable posture last night.

Maybe there is a bit of cyan shyness, after all, the bite mark on the shoulder cannot be faked.

But who is that! ?Who was it last night! ?Snape let his thoughts go back, but he found that he couldn't see the face of that person clearly in his memory, vaguely, only the residual memory of his body let him know that it was a very light and sweet little bastard.

oh!very sweet!Kill him, Snape was frightened by himself.

How could he have thought of the word - Sweet!How did this horrible, pink and sweet word appear in his mind!

Surprised that even though he didn't have a clear memory, he was not angry or angry, and even subconsciously liked last night, Snape quickly got his mind back on track.

He picked up the wand and pointed it at himself, and various basic detection spells were cast.The potion master was suddenly puzzled, and there was no trace of being cursed.

Either the little bastard was a master of spells, or the man didn't use any spells.

But how he got in without a spell messed up his memory. The protective spell cast in his room was not a vegetarian.Snape didn't think he couldn't see such a simple fact, his mind wasn't occupied by muscles.

Snape suddenly realized that his current reaction was like a big girl who was abandoned by her lover and still missed that betrayer, and he hurriedly ran to a terrible direction to pull back his thoughts.

It seems that since just now, his brain has been a little bit, ahem. . .Snape always felt a little strange about himself today.Well, I almost stopped talking about myself.

The most important thing now is why since last night, his memory can not be recalled clearly at all - it seems that his mind has been built with a solid brick wall as stubborn as his home, and he just Can spin angrily on one side of a wall.

The sound of knocking on the glass was heard, and a grey-headed eagle who didn't know whether it was expected by the master came to Spider's End Alley with the news, interrupting the potions master's next step of getting angry from embarrassment.

"The savior who has been missing for more than a month has finally returned—appeared suddenly, just like he disappeared suddenly." Snape's black eyes were fixed on the text message in his hand, and the expressions on his face changed back and forth. Return to calm. "Hum, hum"

Empty eyes, no waves, that is a characteristic of using Occlumency - now he only needs a calm head.

No matter what happened last night, the savior who is back now is the first priority.

Quickly tidying himself up, the black-haired wizard left this strangely familiar bedroom scene.Like, ever been there?

With a little urgency, he picked up the Floo powder on the fireplace—"No. 12, Grimmauld Place, London".

The big black bat whipped up a hem spray beautifully, and disappeared into the bright green flames.

The author has something to say:

Hi~o(*￣▽￣*)ブ Hello everyone, this is the first time we meet, I wish you a happy reading.

This is an SSHP article, HE, don't stand on the wrong team.Please don't carelessly collect and keep it.