Harry Potter's Guardian

cellar.

In the center is a very large table with three or four stacks of students' papers on it.There were two shelves in the room, one filled with potions and the other with books.

In one corner, next to two doors.

Snape pointed to the door on the left: "This is where I study potions, you'd better not come in, if you break something, hehe..."

Harry nodded: "Okay, I know the professor. Where do I sleep then? The next room?"

Snape raised his eyebrows, "Potter, do you still want to sleep in the same room with your Potions professor?" Snape had a faint blush on his pale face.

Harry agreed a hundred times in his heart, but said "No." Then he used his wand to turn a sofa chair next to the table into a small bed.

Snape watched all this silently, a young wizard who hasn't taken any classes can use Advanced Transfiguration.

It was very different, but he didn't say anything, Slytherin never asked people's secrets.

Harry caught Snape's gaze and gave Snape a broad smile without saying anything.

Snape was someone he trusted, and he rest assured that Snape would know his abilities.

Looking at that bright smile, Snape was so hot that it seemed to melt his cold heart.

The world's most successful double agent, of course, also saw the trust in the boy's eyes.Just some doubts, does he have anything worthy of the boy's trust?

"Professor, may I use the bathroom?"

Snape stretched out his slender fingers and pointed to the bedroom: "In the bedroom."

Harry gave Snape another smile (was Harry planning to smile to conquer the king of snakes?), and pushed open the bedroom door.

As soon as I saw it, I saw a room with black and dark green as the main color, which was very depressing.

When Harry came out of the bathroom in his ill-fitting bathrobe, Snape was sitting at his desk in the bedroom, reading a book.

"Professor, uh, I'm done washing. You can go wash." Harry didn't feel the ambiguity in the words.

Snape raised his head in response, his body froze involuntarily at the sight in front of him.

The water flowed down the palm-sized face, a pair of green jewel-like eyes inlaid on a fair face, because the bathrobe was too big, a large piece of white, tender and powdery skin leaked from the chest, and the pink fruit was looming, The bathrobe covered his knees, revealing a crystal clear calf.

Snape damnably felt that there was a sign of revival somewhere in his body, forced himself to calm down, got up and cast Harry a wandless drying spell.

"Potter, who gave you permission to wear my bathrobe."

Harry noticed Snape's slightly red ears with sharp eyes, and smiled inwardly, "Sorry, Professor, I didn't bring any clothes I can wear."

Snape glared at Harry, "You should go to bed."

"Oh, yes, good night," said Harry, and left the bedroom.

Harry was lying on the cot in the cellar, thinking of the drying spell just now, and thinking of the red ears, he couldn't help but chuckle.

His Sif is cute, isn't he.

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Dilapidated roof, dilapidated small bed, floor that creaks when stepped on.

This is the screaming booth. The man lying on the ground had several holes in his neck. Blood kept flowing out, wet his black robe, and flowed down the floor.

The man's face was so pale that there was no blood at all, and his deep black eyes revealed relief.

"Ha... ha... Lee"

"NO!!!" Harry woke up screaming, waking Snape.

Snape quickly came to Harry's bedside. The boy on the bed was curled up, his eyes were wide open, tears streaming down his eyes, and he muttered: "Don't...don't die..."

Looking at the crying teenager in front of him, Snape felt a little distressed, and softly called his name: "Potter."

The stunned boy heard the voice and saw those black eyes.It's Sev...

He suddenly threw himself into Snape's arms, and hugged Snape's waist tightly: "Sev! Don't leave me! Please!"

Snape stretched out his hand and stroked the boy's hair stiffly. Although he didn't know what happened, he comforted him, "I'm here."

One was crying, and the other was hugging quietly.After an unknown amount of time, Harry fell asleep.

Snape helped Harry cover the quilt, and did not go back to the bedroom, just sat on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

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When Harry got up, he found that Snape was no longer in the cellar.

But the sunken mark at the side of the bed let Harry know that Snape had been by his side all night.

Put your hands on it, feeling the residual temperature on it.Harry's face couldn't help but curl up.

Then he remembered the dream from last night, it seemed that he had to speed up the process and deal with the Horcrux earlier.Brain defense should also be learned early, after all some secrets are too important.

Come back tonight and let Sif teach him.

After Harry washed up, he went to the restaurant to eat.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, he was stopped by the platinum little prince.

"Look who this is? The great saint Potter." The strange aristocratic tone was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Little Mr. Malfoy, if there is nothing else, I'm going to eat."

Draco's taunt was like hitting a ball of cotton, and there was no expected response.The suppressed Platinum Xiaolong's face turned red.

Harry suddenly felt that the little bun in front of him was a little cute, and he couldn't help not laughing.

"Mr. Malfoy, actually, I don't think we need to fight each other like this, do we? I'm a Slytherin too."

Is this showing my favor, Draco was a little dazed.

"Okay. As a nobleman, I won't take the initiative to trouble others." Draco raised his head proudly.

That made him even cuter for Harry, a kid who imitated his father, cute, wasn't it?

"Then, Mr. Malfoy, I'll see you in class." After finishing speaking, Harry walked to where Ron and Hermione were.

Ron saw Harry and greeted immediately: "Hey, Harry!"

"Good morning, Ron, Hermione."

Hermione lifted her head from a book as thick as a brick. "Oh, good morning, Harry."

Harry drank a large glass of milk. He didn't want to be as short as he was in his previous life.