Harry Potter's Guardian

About the time Harry had a glass of milk in the dining room, Hermione arrived.

"Hi, good morning, Hermione." Harry smiled.

"Good morning, Harry. You look in a good mood." Hermione sat next to Harry and picked up a glass of orange juice.

"Oh yeah, something interesting happened."

At this time, Ron came over angrily, "Hey, buddy!"

Harry couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Harry! You're still laughing."

"Sorry, Ron." Harry tried hard to put away his smile.

Hermione looked at the two of them blankly, "What happened?"

Ron accused Harry to Hermione, "Harry bastard. Painted my face. Too much."

Hermione dismissed it, "Oh, Ron. Just a little joke, you can't really be mad at Harry."

Ron nodded. "But, Harry, you have to help me with my Transfiguration homework."

Harry rubbed his forehead, "Oh, okay."

After breakfast, the three of them came to the Quidditch training ground outside the castle. This class was a Quidditch class.

The little ones of Slytherin and Gryffindor stood face to face in two teams.Harry stood next to Draco this time.

Can't snub a Slytherin snake too much, can it?Harry, it's true that the time spent with Gryffindor is longer, and it's a bit unbalanced.

Mrs. Hooch, with short hair, walked back and forth among the queue, "Put your hand on the broom and start talking."

The little animals obeyed obediently, but the effect was not ideal.Except for Hermione, the broom rolled on the ground and never moved again.

Hermione looked at Harry and Malfoy enviously, oh, even Ron on the side did it.

This can't help but make our clever Hermione a little disappointed.

Neville, who was beside Hermione, comforted her, "Hermione, don't be too sad. You are very talented in other subjects... um... people are not perfect, are they?"

Neville's chubby little face was full of seriousness, which made Hermione feel much better.

"Oh, you're right, Neville."

At this time, Professor Sprout came to Mrs. Hooch to help repot the Mandrake.

Before leaving, Mrs Hooch told the students to try to get on the broom, but not to exceed 10 feet.

Draco picked up the broom, "Harry, let's race."

Just as Harry was about to agree, something went wrong with Neville over there.

Neville was carried hundreds of meters into the air by the broom, and the broom shook up and down, left and right, and Neville was thrown back and forth, looking like he was about to be thrown off at any moment.

Without further ado, Harry got on his broom and flew towards Neville.

"Neville, grab my hand." Harry held out his hand near Neville.

"No.....I can...not..." Neville replied in a trembling voice.

"Neville, be brave. You are a brave Gryffindor." Harry encouraged Neville.

Neville's eyes became confused, "I'm Gryffindor?"

Then, becoming firm again, "Yes, I'm Gryffindor!"

Neville reached out and grabbed Harry's hand, and Harry pulled Neville onto his broom.

"Oh, Harry, thank you so much." The shocked Neville looked at Harry gratefully.

Harry smiled back, but suddenly froze on his face.

A red light came towards Harry, and Harry hurriedly steered the broom to avoid it.

"My God! Go get the professor," cried Hermione in horror.

Another red light shot towards Harry, and Harry tried to get out of the way, but it was too late.

He quickly added a few armors and levitation spells to Neville.

But he was too late.

Snape suddenly appeared at this moment, and hastily cast a few spells on Harry.

Harry and Neville fell to the ground, and Hermione, Ron and Draco rushed over.

"Oh, Harry. Are you okay?" Ron and Draco asked simultaneously.

Harry shook his head and pulled Neville up beside him.

Hermione looked at Neville worriedly, "Neville, you're fine."

"It's okay, Hermione. You don't have to worry."

The five small animals who asked each other felt that it was getting dark.

Look up...oh Merlin.....

The dark-faced Snape was now behind the five people, and made a low and convoluted voice, "Potter...Longbottom...", hissing sound seemed to be spitting out Nobuko's poisonous tongue.

"Ten points for Gryffindor, five points for Slytherin." After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Harry hurried to catch up and stopped in front of Snape.

"Professor, professor!"

"Well, Potter, if you don't want to be penalized again. Then don't explain it to me!"

"Professor, I didn't want to explain." Harry raised his head and looked at the tall man.

"Then why are you stopping your Potions master?"

Harry's green eyes shone with sincerity, "Professor, I want to say thank you."

Snape twitched his lips and left.

Only then did Harry think about the person who attacked him just now - Quirrell.

Yes, even on the back of his heel Harry knew it was that damned garlic-smelling Quirrell.

It seems that this trouble should be solved.

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Harry, who had just returned to the castle, was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Potter, I saw everything just now." Professor McGonagall still had the same serious expression.

"Uh? What? Professor?"

"Mr. Potter, you fly very well. I believe you will be a good Seeker."

"Thanks for the compliment, Professor. And just call me Harry."

Professor McGonagall stretched his eyebrows, trying to make himself look kinder, and raised the corners of his mouth stiffly, "Um, Harry, I think..."

Oh, Harry swears to Merlin, this scene is just too creepy.The hairs on Harry's body stood on end. "Professor, just tell me what you have to say."

Professor McGonagall finally put away that expression that he didn't know how to describe, and got to the point, "Mr. Potter, would you like to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall with some regret, "Um, Professor, I'm sorry. I think I'm still a Slytherin."

Professor McGonagall cursed, "Damn it."

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched as he looked at the professor who subverted his previous impression.

"Sorry, Professor."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and returned to the same serious look, "It's okay, Harry. It's not your fault"

Harry bid farewell to Professor McGonagall and came to the restaurant.

Sitting between Draco and Ron.

Neville on the opposite side looked at Harry with grateful eyes again, "Harry, thank you so much just now."

"Neville, you don't have to thank me."

Hermione who was beside Neville answered, "Neville, to be honest, you are very brave."

Neville scratched his head sheepishly.

Draco even echoed, "Yes, Longbottom. You didn't cry this time."

Ron curled his lips at Draco, "Malfoy, if this were you, you would have been crying."

"You cry. Redhead."

Hermione, Harry, and Neville looked at the two quarreling helplessly and smiled.

And the other small animals looked at the three laughing in surprise, oh, Merlin's underwear.

When can Slytherin talk and laugh with Gryffindor?

(External episode [-]) Snape

The Potter troll has given me more and more surprises.

Answers my questions without thinking, maybe because my questions are too simple for a boy who can advanced Transfiguration.

"Ten points for Slytherin." The answer was perfect, and Slytherin should be given extra points.

But what did the little monster in front of him say?He's also a Gryffindor.

I'm a bit annoyed that no Gryffindor has ever dared to take a point from me.

But those green eyes were full of determination and request.

I suddenly remembered those crying eyes last night, and the warm feeling on my chest...

He's won, I know, and I can't refuse his request.

Reluctantly, he also added ten points to Gryffindor.

Instructing little trolls to make potions is more terrifying than being a spy by the Dark Lord's side.

Yes, endless accidents, and brains so dumb that even trolls would marvel at them.

However, Potter's technique is really skilled.

Advanced transfiguration, skilled handling of potions.

There are more and more puzzles on him.

The "bang" explosion interrupted my thoughts.

Damn the little troll Longbottom fryer.

That crying appearance made me upset for a while, and I felt better after deduction of Gryffindor credits.

After sending Longbottom to the medical wing, as soon as he returned to the classroom, he saw Malfoy and Weasley confronting each other with their wands, and the little brainless troll stood in the middle.

Damn Potter, do you think you're a dragon, thick-skinned enough to ignore spells?

Damn it, give me confinement!

It seemed that Dumbledore's ears had reached Dumbledore about the punishment for Potter's confinement.

Yes, at Hogwarts, no news escapes Dumbledore's grasp.

In the headmaster's office, after refusing a cup of honey water that was too sweet, Dumbledore got to the point.

"Severus, I know you sent Harry to confinement."

I couldn't help but taunt him, "Why, great Headmaster Dumbledore, want to intercede for his savior boy?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "No, Severus. This is your right, I have no right to interfere." Blinking his eyes, "However, I hope you can put Harry's confinement content in the Forbidden Forest. "

"Forbidden Forest? Dumbledore, your brain is really broken. It's not like you don't know the danger of the Forbidden Forest!"

"Oh, calm down, Severus." Dumbledore took a sip of the honey water. "Recently, there have been dead unicorns in the Forbidden Forest."

I couldn't help being shocked, "Dumbledore...is... the Dark Lord?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Harry needs to find out by himself."

Looking at the wisdom and firmness in Dumbledore's eyes, I reluctantly agreed.

The old man would never let Potter die.

After taking the three little trolls to the place where the unicorns often haunt, I cast an invisibility spell and followed them quietly.

Looking at Harry and Malfoy's hands, I knew that the Malfoy family really wanted to get out of the Dark Lord's control.

I watched Potter walk towards the Dark Lord step by step with my own eyes, watched Potter fall under the Cruciatus Curse, and watched Potter release the magic sword with my own eyes.

It wasn't until Malfoy sent the signal that I realized that my entire back was wet with cold sweat.

I know, I can't hide anymore.

I ran to the castle with Potter in my arms. No one knows the Cruciatus Curse better than me.

Damn, he's only 11 years old, how could he bear it.

I was relieved after I put Potter on the bed in the hospital wing, but also felt...empty from the sudden disappearance of warmth?

No, absolutely not.

I tried to ask Potter about the shadowless, and he said it was the Half-Blood Prince's notes found in the library,

"Potter, if you had eyes. You'd see that the Half-Blood Prince's notes are sitting securely on a shelf in the cellar."

A look of astonishment appeared on Potter's face, but he didn't explain anything, he just said that he didn't want to lie to me.

I would rather not tell than lie to me...

I don't know how to describe this feeling, it seems a little disappointed, but also a little happy?

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Potter, who had just left the hospital wing the next day, said he wanted to learn Occlumency with me.

I told him that if I want to learn Occlumency, I have to use Legilimency on him, which will see his memory.

But he said, if it was me, he could accept it?

The trust in those eyes made me feel extra heavy. Why on earth would a Potter have such trust in me.

I don't deserve it, don't I...

i killed lily...

"Dementor!"

What the hell is this memory, this is Lily's child!

It's the child I want to guard with my life, why are they Muggles!

Dumbledore!What about your commitment!

I stopped my infatuation with Potter and went to Dumbledore through the fireplace.

"Oh, boy, what's the matter with you?"

"Damn it! I'm not your child. Dumbledore, you promised me nothing!"

"Severus, what are you referring to?" Dumbledore blinked.

"Damn it! Damn it! That kid, he's lived his life growing up like a house-elf! That's how you promise he'll do well in the Muggle world?"

Dumbledore's face darkened, as if a little sad, "Sorry, Severus, there is no way to do this. Harry must stay with people who are related by blood to be protected by blood magic."

"Is there no other way?"

"Oh, if there's a godfather, it doesn't have to be there all the time."

"Don't mention him to me, Dumbledore!" How dare he, dare to mention that Black to me.

"Sorry, child."

By the time I returned to the cellar, Potter had fallen asleep in the cot.

That peaceful breathing, and that face of ease, let me know that Potter felt safe here.

Damn, why does he trust me so much.

Trust me the man who killed his parents and made him live like a house-elf.

"sorry."

I went back to my bedroom and sat upright all night.

Occlumency doesn't seem to be working, the brain seems to be a paste, a mess of things are intertwined.

About Lily, about Potter, about the Dark Lord...

I don't know how long I can protect him, but I know that I will die before him.

In fact, I was looking forward to death.

Looking forward to relief...

But I can't do it now, I want to protect him and Lily's child.

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The matter of the Forbidden Forest was widely circulated in the school.

Potter's savior's name was also mentioned more than ever before.

It seemed that more and more people were paying attention to Potter.

Yes, he is the savior mentioned in the prophecy.

He is the golden boy who lives in the sunshine and brings hope to others...

And I, a Death Eater, a greasy old bat.....