Harry Potter's Guardian

A fulfilling life made Harry feel that time flies really fast.

Harry's hair had grown to shoulder length.Harry wanted to grow his hair long, not at all to make Snape think of James when he saw him.

Tomorrow is Halloween, and a group of small animals gathered together, excitedly discussing tomorrow's costumes.

"Harry, what do you want to be?" Draco asked Harry.

"Um... I don't think I'm necessary." Harry was no longer interested in dressing up for Halloween.

"No, Harry!" Hermione objected very much, "This is Halloween, and dressing up is a Halloween tradition."

Neville on the side nodded, obviously supporting Hermione's statement.

"Harry, if you don't know how to dress up, let me prepare it for you." Ron replied excitedly, ha, so that he can avenge his prank that day.

Harry saw the pleasure in Ron's eyes, how could Harry not see such obvious revenge.

Before Harry could refuse, Draco protested.

"Oh, forget it. Redhead, as far as your appreciation level is concerned, you'd better keep it to yourself."

Ron blushed, "Hmph, little boy."

Then, the daily bickering between you and me began.

Looking at the two bickering people, Harry said helplessly, "Why are you two bickering all the time like a funny little couple?"

With that said, Ron and Draco fell silent instantly.Ron's face turned even redder, and Draco's little ears turned suspiciously red.

"Oh, Harry. What are you talking about, how can I talk to a redhead..."

When Ron heard Draco say this, his face obviously became gloomy, but he still said, "Oh, yes. Harry, how could I be with the little boy."

Looking at the reactions of the two of them, Harry obviously understood something.

However, don't tell the truth if you see it through.

"Uh...Harry, if you don't mind, I can help you dress up." Hermione brought the topic back from a weird direction.

"Granger, you just said you were going to dress Longbottom and Weasley. Leave Harry to me." Draco cut in.

Harry nodded, "Well, Hermione, you'd better help Neville and Ron. I'll just let Draco help me." Harry actually believed in the appreciation level of the little platinum nobleman.

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The next day, Halloween came.

There are orange jack-o-lanterns hanging from the ceiling of the restaurant in the lobby, and swarms of little bats are flying around.

Dumbledore, who is on the professor's chair, likes this holiday where he can eat sugar freely.

"Oh, Severus, would you like to try this strawberry flavor?" Dumbledore winked at Snape, recommending the candy strongly.

Snape looked at the dessert with disgust, and turned Dumbledore back, "No, Dumbledore. I don't want to spend my old age on tooth potions like you."

Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Snape's sneer, "Oh, that's such a pity."

Snape turned his gaze to the student seats.

A group of small animals in makeup are eating all kinds of candies in the restaurant, discussing something cheerfully.

Not seeing the figure he wanted to see, Snape looked away.

Sitting on the student bench, Hermione, dressed as a queen, asked Draco, "Where's Harry?"

The elf prince version of Draco smiled mysteriously, "He'll be right here."

Ron looked at the beautiful Draco, and looked at his own vampire suit, he was a little dissatisfied, it didn't match at all...

But seeing Neville next to him like a teddy bear, he was content again.

"Squeak—" The door of the restaurant was pushed open.

When they saw the person who came in, everyone held their breath, and their eyes were full of astonishment.

Harry was wearing a silver cavalier's dress engraved with violets.

Her long black hair was tied tightly behind her head, and there was an emerald ornament on her smooth and white forehead.Echoes with green eyes.

The whole person reveals a soft and neutral beauty.

The eyes of the girls here are full of love, and the eyes of the boys are also full of surprise.

Snape held hands tightly together, so beautiful...

He was disturbed by his racing heart.

Harry sat where the gold group was, and the five ate and drank happily.

Suddenly, the door was opened again.

Quirrell stumbled in, yelling, "Troll, in! I thought you should know!"

After speaking, he fainted.

The little animals were petrified and cowered.

The food on the table disappeared, and Dumbledore said in a loud voice, "Prefects of each college, take the students of their own colleges and go back to the lounge. Teachers, follow me to clean up the trolls."

Harry suddenly remembered that in the previous life, there was a troll on the way back to Slytherin from the cellar.

Quickly reminded Draco, "Draco, tell the Slytherin prefects not to go through the cellar."

Draco looked at the seriousness in Harry's eyes, nodded without asking anything, and walked towards the prefect.

Harry saw the Slytherin prefects look at Harry, and Harry nodded solemnly.

The Slytherin prefect also nodded, and led the little snakes off the road they never used.

Harry comforted the remaining three lion cubs, "Ron, Hermione, Neville, quickly follow the prefect back to the common room,"

"Harry, what about you?" Ron asked worriedly.

"I'll go back to the cellar, don't worry, Professor Snape will protect me."

After hearing what Harry said, the three of Ron followed the prefect with confidence.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Harry came to the place where the Philosopher's Stone was.

"Potter!"

It was Snape.

Being caught, Harry looked at Snape in embarrassment, "Uh...Professor."

"What do you want to do?"

"Get the Philosopher's Stone, Professor."

"Hmph, you want to face the Dark Lord alone? Do you have a slug in your head!"

Harry said seriously, "Professor, I'm not an 11-year-old anymore."

How could he be with Snape if Snape always treated him like a child.

Snape curled his lips, "But your body is eleven years old."

Harry couldn't argue with that.

"Potter, I'll go with you."

Harry nodded helplessly, "Professor, you'd better go in incognito. I don't want Voldemort to find out your identity."

Without further ado, Snape cast an invisibility spell on himself.

With the help of Snape, clearance becomes much easier.

Soon, Harry and Snape passed through the blue flame.

Harry immediately saw the Mirror of Erised in the middle of the room, and Quirrell next to it, wrapped in a hood.

Oh, forgot there was another person - Voldemort hiding under the hood.

Snape hid in the shadows, his wand gripped tightly in his hand.

Chapter Twelve The Sorcerer's Stone

"Except your weapons!"

Harry's wand was disarmed by Quirrell.

"Quirrell! How could it be you!" Harry pretended to be surprised.

Quirrell sneered, "Hehe. Of course."

Then he pretended to stammer, "Who would pay attention to a stuttering, timid, poor Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"So, you're the one who cast a spell on me during flying lessons?"

"Of course, it's me. If the damn Snape didn't show up, I would have killed you by now." Quirrell gritted his teeth.

Harry glanced at Snape's position calmly, feeling that Snape's position was safe.

Harry felt more at ease.

Quirrell didn't notice Harry's small movements, and rudely dragged Harry to the Mirror of Erised.

Harry saw him in the mirror, blinked at him, and put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

"Tell me! What did you see!"

"I... I saw I killed Voldemort." Harry looked at Quirrell playfully.

Quirrell's blue veins burst into anger, "Damn Potter, Potter! How dare you say that, I'm going to kill you!"

As he spoke, he raised his wand, "Avada——"

In the dark, Snape quickly raised his wand, thinking silently, "Avada—"

Quirrell suddenly yelped in pain and broke the Kedra.

Snape also retracted his wand.

"Master..." Quirrell yelled in horror.

"My servant... As I said, that boy is mine..." A horrible hissing sound came from Quirrell.

Harry clenched his fists tightly, Voldemort, you finally appeared.

Snape's body trembled a little, I don't know if it was because of fear or anger...

How long has it been since I heard this horrible sound...

11 years, yeah, it's been 11 years since Lily died...

Voldemort's hand!

"Yes, master. It's all Quirrell's fault." Quirrell replied to Voldemort's words in horror.

"Let me come...I'm going to speak to Potter myself."

Quirrell was a little worried, "But, master, your body..."

Voldemort got a little angry, "I'm not too weak to talk!" The hissing sound was like a snake spitting out a letter.

Quirrell's body trembled even more, "Yes, my master."

Quirrell respectfully untied his hood.Turned around so the back of his head was facing Harry.

All Harry saw was the familiar flat snake's face.

"Harry Potter—we finally meet again." Voldemort's voice was drawn out, making Harry feel a little cold.

Harry suppressed the anger and hatred in his heart, with a look of fear on his face, "You are Voldemort!"

Harry's frightened look pleased Voldemort, "Yes, yes. I am the great Dark Lord, Voldemort."

Voldemort's blood-red eyes looked at Harry contemptuously. Such a weak ant can't be the one who killed me!The prophecy will be broken!

"Potter! Hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Don't even think about it!" Harry replied angrily, covering his pockets.

"Quirrell! The Philosopher's Stone is in his pocket."

Quirrell immediately turned around and ran towards Harry's pocket.

Harry immediately put his hand on Quirrell's arm.

He was stubborn and refused to let go.

Quirrell's arm split open quickly as if burned by a flame, turning into a pool of ashes.

Quirrell yelled in horror, "Master!"

And Voldemort attached to Quirrell was obviously also affected, the snake's face was very distorted, suppressing the screams in his mouth.

Harry pressed his hand to Quirrell's face again.

"No!!" Quirrell screamed, his face cracked quickly, and finally turned into a pool of ashes.

Harry watched helplessly as Voldemort fled again, there was no way he couldn't harm the soul's spell.

It's over, all about the Philosopher's Stone.

Snape came out from the darkness, looked at the disheveled boy in front of him, and frowned.

Although he had read this memory once, but when he really felt the development of this matter, he felt palpitations.

Yes, be afraid.

Fear of the boy dying, fear of losing him.

Snape taunted himself again in his heart, why did he ever have it?

"Professor." Harry said softly.

"Ok?"

"Can I take a look at the Mirror of Erised?"

"Looking in the mirror is such a simple matter, do you still need me to help you?"

Harry smiled at Snape and stood in front of the mirror.

He wondered what he longed for the most right now.

Under the sun, a man in black was sitting on a tree and reading a book. A younger boy with green eyes was lying on his lap. A little boy with black hair and black eyes ran over and called happily, "Dad, father... ..."

Harry looked at the scene in the mirror and didn't come back to his senses for a long, long time.

Snape had some doubts, and wanted to take Harry away, but accidentally saw the longing in his heart.

On a big bed, two white bodies were entangled.The green-eyed boy gasped and moaned under the black-haired man.The black-haired man bumped again and again.Eventually both of them groaned and collapsed on the bed.

The green-eyed young man looked at the elder affectionately, his red lips parted slightly, as if he had said something.

After Harry returned to reality, he saw Snape standing in front of the mirror in a daze, his pale face flushed abnormally.

"professor."

Harry's sudden noise woke Snape who was still in the mirror, black eyes meeting green ones.

Harry saw... desire in Snape's eyes.

desire?

desire?Snape actually saw this in the Mirror of Erised...

Harry bit his lip tightly, the object should be his mother...

Harry averted his eyes, unwilling to look the man in the eye again.

Harry was afraid, afraid to look into the eyes of a man's desire for someone else's.

Snape looked at Harry, who was dodging his eyes, and felt a convulsive pain in his heart.

Potter, are you scared?

Yeah, yeah, his body is 11 years old after all.

And I was a nasty greasy old bat in his memory.

Maybe, now there is another perverted pedophile?

There was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of Snape's mouth, leaving Harry alone, and quickly left the place where he was suffocated.

square.

Just as Harry was about to leave here, a phoenix flew over.

Handed a note to Harry.

Harry opened the note, which read:

Dear Harry, if it's convenient for you, could you come to the principal's office?I've been more into chilled lemonade lately.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Harry put the note away and headed for the headmaster's office.

Why is Dumbledore looking for him?

Of course it's because of the Philosopher's Stone incident...

Harry stood in front of the stone monster in the middle of the corridor, "Cold lemonade."

The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.

Harry stood up, followed the stairs around and around, rising higher and higher, and finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office.

Chapter Thirteen: The Sorcerer's Stone Subsequent Events

Harry knocked on the door.

Dumbledore's voice came from inside, "Come in."

Harry pushed the door open and walked in. What he saw was a spacious office.On the wall are portraits of all the principals over the years.They smiled at Harry friendly.

Harry walked over to Dumbledore's desk, "Headmaster Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at Harry kindly, "Oh, Harry. Here you are. Would you like some iced lemonade?"

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and he rejected Dumbledore righteously, "No need, Headmaster. I have a toothache recently."

Dumbledore said in a regretful tone, "Oh, that's such a pity. I know what it's like to have a toothache." After finishing speaking, he put his hand to his cheek.

"Principal, you didn't come here just to let me drink iced lemon juice?"

"Oh, of course not. Harry, you really look like Snape when you talk like that." Dumbledore blinked at Harry.

Harry's face was a little red, the smart old Gryffindor couldn't have seen something.

Harry coughed and took out the Philosopher's Stone, "Principal Dumbledore, I think it's better to keep this Philosopher's Stone with you."

Dumbledore did not take the Philosopher's Stone, "Harry, since you got the Philosopher's Stone, then it belongs to you."

"Aren't you afraid that I will be tempted by immortality?"

Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes with some deep meaning, "Harry, a person with love in his heart is not afraid of death."

Harry nodded incredulously, and put away the Philosopher's Stone.

Maybe the Sorcerer's Stone can win Sev's favor?Harry muttered to himself.

"Then, principal..."

"what's up?"

"Um... I defeated the bad wizard who stole the Philosopher's Stone, should I be given extra points?"

"Oh, Harry. I have to admit, you can be really Slytherin sometimes."

Harry smiled, "Slytherin is fine too."

"Indeed. Then, Slytherin and Gryffindor each plus."

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

After achieving his goal, Harry bid farewell to Dumbledore and returned to the cellar.

As soon as he returned to the cellar, Harry saw Snape sitting behind his desk, frowning, writing something in circles on the parchment.

"professor."

Snape ignored Harry, not even looking up.

"Principal Dumbledore is looking for me."

Snape still buried his head in the thick parchment as if he hadn't heard anyone speak.

"Principal Dumbledore, let me handle the Sorcerer's Stone myself."

Snape still didn't look up, but Harry saw his ears move.

The corners of Harry's mouth pulled up, and he smirked inwardly.

"I want to... give you the Philosopher's Stone, Professor."

Snape finally looked up, and Harry saw in those charming eyes... surprise?

Feeling dazzled, Harry rubbed his eyes and looked again—those eyes were empty and empty.

Sure enough, I was wrong.

Harry put the Philosopher's Stone on the table.

Snape didn't put it away, "Why."

The tone was flat, not like an interrogative sentence at all.

Harry smiled. "It's nothing. It's just, Professor. I've known you for so long and I've never given you a decent present."

"Harry Potter—" Snape's voice was smooth and slightly elongated, "I've only known you for a few months."

Snape was reminding Harry that he wasn't the same Severus Snape Harry had known for seven years.

Harry nodded knowingly, and looked at Snape with serious eyes, "Professor. No matter when, there is only one Severus Snape in this world."

I don't know if I was moved by Harry's words, or the temptation of the Sorcerer's Stone is too great.

Snape put the Philosopher's Stone in a magically sealed box.

"Bobo."

"Yes Master."

"Put this in my lab."

Bobo respectfully took the box and disappeared into the house.

"Professor, I believe that you will use the Philosopher's Stone to create magical potions."

Snape snorted coldly, "There's no need for you to comment, Potter."

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On the second night, Harry sat in the dining room with the other animals, waiting for the dinner.

Yes, Dumbledore informed all the students at Hogwarts to attend the dinner that night, and all the professors were there.

Harry looked towards the professor's bench and saw the man next to Professor McGonagall.

Despite his youth, he was prematurely wrinkled, his hair was grizzled, and his worn robes were covered in pudding.

It was Lupine, Harry recognized it instantly.

Dumbledore tapped the crystal cup in his hand, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

The little animals quickly quieted down.

"First of all, I have something very regrettable to tell you. The professor who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts——Quirrell, was fired because he wanted to steal something very important from Hogwarts."

"And this," Dumbledore motioned Lupine to stand up, "is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Lupine."

Lupine stood up and bowed with a smile on his face.He looked at Harry who was sitting in the student seat kindly.

Harry nodded happily.

The little animals below were all applauding. After all, Lupine looked much more reliable than Quirrell.

After Lupine sat down, Dumbledore made another announcement.

"Mr. Harry Potter—" Dumbledore deliberately elongated his voice, trying to lose the appetite of others.

"Because he helped us catch Quirrell who stole Hogwarts treasures. Therefore, Gryffindor and Slytherin will each receive [-] points."

The Gryffindor cubs cheered happily, "Harry! Harry! Harry!"

Although Slytherin on the other side was also very happy, he was much calmer than Gryffindor.

All kinds of food suddenly appeared on the table, and the starving children gobbled it up.

Ron nudged Harry, "Hey, buddy. When did you do something big, why didn't you call me?"

"Eh...it's Halloween. Professor Snape is going to catch Quirrell, so he has no choice but to take me with him."

Ron looked at Harry enviously, "Oh, that would be great. It must be an exciting adventure."

Hermione smashed Ron's head with his super thick book, "Ronald, you know, this is very dangerous."

Ron rubbed his head, "Of course, of course I know the danger. A Gryffindor is not afraid of danger."

Draco next to him put down the knife and fork in his hand, "Hmph, impulsive stupid lion. Not afraid of danger means not being afraid of danger when it comes, not you looking for danger yourself."

Neville nodded in agreement, "I can guarantee that Headmaster Dumbledore will not put himself in danger. But when danger comes, he will not be afraid."

Harry looked at Neville with admiration, "Yes, this is the real Gryffindor."

Ron was a little depressed. Could it be that he is the mutated lion? .

Chapter Fourteen The Boggart

In the center of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, there is a large wardrobe about two meters long.

Lupine scanned the audience and explained what he was going to learn today in a gentle voice.

"It's a Boggart in the closet, does anyone know what a Boggart is?"

Hermione raised her hand high when she heard Lupine asking a question.

"Then, Miss Granger."

Hermione put down her hands very happily, and raised her head, "Boggarts are shape-shifters who live in dark and narrow places, and they will become the most feared thing for those who meet them. No one knows the shape of Boggarts, because there is no People have seen it for what it is."

"Excellent answer, Miss Granger. Five points from Gryffindor."

Lupine continued, "Today, we're going to look at our fears. But don't be afraid, after the Boggart has become something you fear, you can frighten him off with a single spell. The spell is—funny funny."

"Now, then, line up in front of the closet."

Gryffindor stood in front of Slytherin, and Harry happened to be the last of Gryffindor and the first of Slytherin.

Neville stood tremblingly in front of the wardrobe, and the door was opened.A black figure emerged from it.

Oh, it's Snape.

The Boggart turned into Snape, cursing Neville non-stop, "You little brainless troll, you blew up the cauldron again. No one is more brainless than you...."

"Funny funny!" Neville finally said the spell with Hermione's encouragement.

The black robe on Snape's body suddenly changed into an emerald green lady's robe, and there was a fluffy fox fur bag in his hand.

Gryffindors were laughing, and even Lupine's lips curled up.

And Harry, like the Slytherins, was a little unhappy.

Ron's boggart is a very large spider with very long, fluffy legs.

"Oh~" Ron groaned in pain, "funny funny."

Wheels grew under the spider's feet, and the spider immediately lost its balance and fell to the ground.

Hermione's boggart is Professor McGonagall saying she failed all her exams.Seamus' is a female ghost with long hair.Parvati's was a bloody mummy wrapped in bandages.

Finally, all Gryffindors were over, and it was Harry's turn.

Harry was also wondering what his inner fear was.

He was a dementor in his last life, but now he obviously feels nothing to be afraid of.

Harry stood firmly in front of the cabinet, nodded to Lupine, indicating that the cabinet could be opened.

Lupine looked at the calm Harry, who looked very much like the courageous James, and smiled appreciatively.

"Araho Cave is open."

The cabinet is opened.......

It's Snape...

It was the same scene, the one that appeared in Harry's dream...

Snape collapsed on the floor, blood gushing from the hole in his neck.Seeped into the black robe and flowed down the floor to Harry's feet.

Snape stared straight at Harry with lifeless black eyes...

Harry just stared blankly, the hand holding the wand trembling...

dead...is he dead again...

"Harry!" Lupine called loudly.

Still, Harry stood there, motionless.

Lupine quickly stood in front of Harry, and the Boggart turned into a moon.

"Funny!"

The moon turned into a blown balloon and flew back into the closet.

Lupine looked at Harry worriedly, "Harry, are you all right?"

Harry shook his head...

Cold tears flowed down his face.

Harry said softly, "Sorry, Professor. I think I'm not feeling well. Want to see the hospital wing."

"I'll go with you, Harry."

"No, Professor. I want to be alone."

"OK then."

Harry ignored all eyes on him from the room and walked back to the cellar alone.

Harry had been immersed in the fear just now, his mind was dizzy, and his heart was beating violently.

Harry couldn't seem to feel his breath anymore.

When he regained consciousness, he was already in Snape's bedroom.

Harry was like a pinned puppet, uncontrollably lying stiffly on the big black bed.

Greedyly smelling the light scent of medicine on the quilt...

Unknowingly fell asleep.

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Harry curled up in the quilt, his long black hair was scattered on his face, and his brows were furrowed tightly, looking uneasy.

This was what Snape saw when he returned to the cellar.

Snape sat beside Harry, reached out hesitantly, and brushed Harry's messy hair behind his ears.

The delicate little face was deeply reflected in Snape's eyes.

Harry arched into Snape's arms, found a comfortable position, wrapped his hands around Snape's tight waist, and relaxed his frown.

Snape just let Harry be in his arms, neither pushing away nor hugging.

When Harry woke up the next day, he found Snape sleeping beside him.

Pinch myself, oh Merlin!It's not a dream!

Harry carefully stroked Snape's face with his hands, tracing Snape's lips with his fingers.

Harry looked at Snape greedily, but didn't notice Snape's trembling eyelashes...

Otherwise, give me a kiss...

No, if Sev finds out, it will be made into a potion...

The tangled Harry finally couldn't hold back the temptation, and pressed his lips to Snape's.

The icy cold touch made Harry feel a surge of heat in his body, and Harry wanted to kiss deeply.

And he did.

Carefully stuck out his tongue, pried open Snape's confinement teeth, and stuck in.

Snape couldn't pretend to sleep anymore and pushed Harry away.

"Potter!"

Harry, who was pushed away, felt a little guilty, "Professor...I...sorry..."

"Damn it, Potter! If you can't contain your curiosity about kissing, please find a nice little girl. Not with your Potions professor, to satisfy your curiosity!"

"Professor, that's not the case. You should know that I'm an adult."

Snape raised his eyebrows, "That's your desire to use it on me? Potter!"

"Of course not, Professor." Harry explained hastily.

"Come on, Potter, no need to explain. No, are you going to tell me you're in love with me, a greasy old bat!"

"I..." Harry lowered his head, whispering, "Yeah..."

Harry looked up, only to see that there was no one in front of him.I don't know if he heard...

(Extra three) Snape

I also didn't expect that the memory of seeing Potter this time turned out to be my own death.

But death is also in my expectation, and this is the ending I deserve.

I didn't expect Potter to be beside me when I died.

I also didn't expect that Potter's memory would have my future ending.

I can also feel how sad he is in my memory.

"Potter, what's that?"

"I..." Potter hesitated and called for the Pensieve.

I looked at him and pulled my memory out.One trace after another...

I buried my head in the pensieve, those memories, I can't imagine...

I made things difficult for Potter and looked at him with disgust.I admit, I can't do it right now.

I watched him, running from danger again and again, and falling into danger again.

Horcruxes, what an evil existence.And the damned Potter was also a Horcrux.

I confronted Dumbledore, "You keep him like a pig for slaughter."

I could see the helplessness and pain in Dumbledore's eyes, but I still couldn't help resenting him.

I actually personally Avada Dumbledore? !

Yes, even though Dumbledore only has one year to live, I was the one who brought him to hell with my own hands.

Potter did kill the Dark Lord in the end, and he was victorious.

Having read all the memories, I sort of understand that this is something that happened in the future.

but......

"Potter, how did you get here?"

"I'm dead, Severus."

His eyes are so sad, like a bottomless lake, I seem to be drowned by the dark green lake.

"That doesn't matter anymore, Severus."

Yeah?So, what matters to Porter.

Why don't you want to tell me how you died.

"What did you call me, Potter."

"Okay, Professor."

He subconsciously called me by my Christian name when he was discussing death.

I can vaguely feel that his death may have something to do with me.

What is the specific reason, I dare not imagine, I am afraid, to imagine...

"Professor, you will help me."

Yes, of course I will help you.

If, this is what you want.

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Sunlight Langen, who made the water of life and death, ran out, and was on his way to Yaopo, when he saw Potter who was saving Longbottom in the sky.

The crumbling broken broom seemed to bring my heart beating violently.

Damn it, Gryffindor!

I believe it must be the Gryffindor side of Potter at work.

And at this time, damn it, it must be that Quirrell.He even blatantly attacked Potter with a spell in Hogwarts!

After Potter dropped his broom, he was still casting a protective spell on Longbottom.

Damn it, troll, why don't you think you're going to fall into a mess yourself.

Instinctively, I quickly cast a few spells on Potter.

When he came back to the ground, I felt my breathing became easier.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, five points from Slytherin." For your self-righteous heroism!

I can't expect a Potter to keep his own place, can I?

"Thank you, Professor."

Chased me this far just to say thank you.

Well, maybe, not so angry.

I have never denied that Potter is good-looking, but I have never found him so beautiful.

Potter on Halloween is so beautiful that it takes my breath away.

That indistinguishable little face and delicate red lips made me want to press him down and ravage him fiercely.

damn it!How could I have thought that about Potter, damn it!Potter's body is only 11 years old.

I know Halloween can't be safe, and Potter can't make me safe.

I followed Potter stealthily and came to the dark room where the Philosopher's Stone was placed.

Watching, Potter confronts Quirrell and the Dark Lord.

God knows how frightened I was when Quirrell was about to cast the Killing Curse.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord's arrogance, and Potter's Slytherin traits saved him.

Very smoothly, Quirrell was resolved.

Potter stood before the Mirror of Erised, watching in fascination.

Did you see Lily?

Potter didn't move for a long time, maybe he got stuck.

I stepped forward to wake him up, but was attracted by the sight in the mirror.

I