[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Tsk, I thought you were a smart kid, dear little friend Harry, but...it's been so long, haven't you guessed my identity?" Beecher's voice suddenly rang in my ears, and then It was a pair of icy arms wrapped around his waist, and following this posture, an equally icy chin rested on Harry's neck.This temperature made the black-haired boy shiver suddenly, but he was not surprised.After all, it's not a day or two since the non-human creatures behind him have been so elusive, including this once, maybe still makes him extremely awkward posture, the little green-eyed savior is more or less used to it.

"Let go of your hand, and get off of me." Harry ordered calmly, his tone so firm that it was hard to doubt it, but that was only for ordinary people.In fact, for a non-human creature, not only did his order not have any positive effect, but it made the arms behind him tighten more and more, and even the center of gravity was completely tilted. Hanging on Harry like a bone.

"I said, let me go, and get off me." Harry still didn't mean to get angry, he repeated it with emphasis, and his fingers had already clasped the arms wrapped around his waist.

Knowing clearly what measures the person in his arms would take next if he didn't follow suit, Beecher raised his lips boredly, and let go of the arms tightly around the person's waist, as if disgusted. He replied: "Tsk, why bother, you're not a girl." This was not so much a mockery, but a way to get back the situation.However, noticing Harry's apparent stiffness, Beecher finally gave up on the idea of ​​whispering in someone's ear, took a step forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the little savior on a horizontal line.

"It has nothing to do with whether I'm a girl or not. I don't want to have any physical contact with you anymore." Harry's face was still expressionless, but in his heart he wanted to shoot this guy to death. Thousands of miles away.It's really not that Harry is hypocritical. He doesn't care about holding hands and borrowing shoulders. Occasionally, he hugs people in his arms to comfort him. It's not too unbearable for him to be of the same sex or the opposite sex, but this posture is weird and awkward. Being hugged really made him feel extremely uncomfortable, seriously, he felt like he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Don't be so stingy, I'm just hugging..." Beecher's ending sound was very low. If he was a young girl who said this sentence with such a tone and posture, he would not have to think about it. He knew he was seducing, but he wasn't.Inappropriate imitation made him almost look like a psycho killer, Harry frowned and ignored it.In fact, until now, he still doesn't know what this non-human creature is planning. He can say with certainty that he never knows this person, no matter in his past or present life.Not only Beecher, but also the Boswell that Beecher mentioned, and I don't know him either.

So, why did this person come to him?

This was an extremely confusing question, and Harry took a breath, still ignoring the people next to him.But the other person obviously didn't want him to continue to adopt this uncooperative attitude, so the normal child's voice switched to a cold and weird tone, half vicissitudes and half stiff: "Don't you really guess, I I thought the hint I gave was obvious enough.”

Prompt, what prompt, snake language?

Harry's eyes paused slightly, and he recalled the three guesses he made that day. Obviously, this non-human creature would not have anything to do with Voldemort, and according to the information he got from someone, he would never be Another hidden heir of Slytherin.Then I am afraid that there is really only one explanation left, an explanation that I have ruled out early on, I am afraid that Beecher is really not a 'person', but a magical creature with a shape very similar to human beings. The species is uncertain, but it is definitely a genuine snake.

What kind of snake has such a magical ability to change human form?Anyway, the only one in his impression that was barely human was the half-human, half-snake Medusa.Glancing at Beecher's supple brown hair, the little green-eyed savior was a little frustrated and found that he couldn't connect it with the strange snakes on his head, so he silently crossed this option off his list .

Harry thought hard and went through the snake-like magical creatures he knew in his mind, and it was no surprise that he didn't have any impression of them.But that's nothing to be disheartened about, and if even Voldemort can't get it right, it doesn't seem so strange that he doesn't know about it.Inexplicably, the green-eyed savior, who got psychological comfort from the fact that Voldemort didn't know the specific breed of this guy, still persistently ignored him, even ignoring the boys around him, until he bumped into a man at the corner, his former demon Pharmacy Professor, Severus Snape.

"Good day, Professor Snape." The moment he came back to see clearly the person standing in front of him, Harry was slightly taken aback.The little savior, who had already tempered his temper in his previous life, bowed his head obediently and asked, because he knew very well what kind of prejudice and dissatisfaction this gloomy man had towards him, so he wanted to provoke him at all. I have no thoughts.Well, in fact, he doesn't need to do anything deliberately, as long as he keeps a low profile.

However, Snape didn't leave quickly, and Harry clearly felt the two gazes lingering on him for a long time, until he finally raised his head slowly unbearably, his former Potions professor seemed reluctant Withdrew his gaze. "Good day, Mr. Potter." Snape responded dryly, the polite salutation seemed forced no matter how you listened.This time, he had almost no positive encounter with Harry, so he had absolutely no excuses to embarrass Harry that he could put on the surface.No one in this world would embarrass another person for no reason. If he insisted on doing so without a suitable excuse, it would only make others feel that he was making trouble for no reason.What's worse, someone might be aroused by his strange attitude, and finally find out some past events that he never wanted to be mentioned in his life.

About that girl he once loved so deeply.

However, he just glanced at the face that was very similar to his former enemy, and slipped out automatically and consciously with the taunt and difficulty on his lips: "I thought, at this time, Mr. Potter should be in the library Quietly study by yourself, instead of wandering aimlessly in the corridor, or, is there no way for your college to ask you more strictly?" His words didn't sound like good intentions, but Harry didn't He didn't care, he could endure Voldemort for a few years, but couldn't he bear it for a few minutes?

It's just that when he heard the last half of the sentence, Harry was still taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wryly. , Should he say that Snape deserves to be the Headmaster of Slytherin?Even in Imofani, he didn’t forget the school’s discrimination, it’s true... but well, in fact, he didn’t take the gym school seriously before he started the school class, until he was severely punished by the facts. hand.

"Yes, Professor, I'm on my way to the library." Although Snape had no right to control him now, Harry still didn't push back, but still answered obediently.On the contrary, his performance made Snape a little bit at a loss, but this personality that was completely different from his old enemy also made him feel a little relieved. Maybe, this kid is more like Lily... When thinking about it, Snape Pu noticed the boy's still too slender wrists and cheeks with no visible flesh, and an indescribable sense of guilt welled up from the bottom of his heart again.

But instead of the slightest bit of softness in his eyes, he became even more indifferent and disgusted. Harry really didn't know which point he had touched that shouldn't be touched, which caused him to be once again touched by this The Potions Master disliked it.So he had no choice but to raise his eyes in a daze, and met those dark eyes.

Caught off guard, Snape's eyes froze for a moment on those lake-green eyes, and then he looked away abruptly as if electrocuted.

The potions master who was still dressed in black didn't say anything more, turned around and left with a cold snort, his unintentionally accelerated pace seemed to be running away, leaving Harry behind him with a dazed expression on his face.The little savior even felt a little aggrieved and reflected on every sentence he just said, but he still didn't feel that there was any hidden meaning in any sentence that would make Snape misunderstand.Well, in the end Harry had no choice but to spread his hands helplessly, since his and Snape's brain circuits would never be on the same line, so why bother so much.

"You seem to have known the person just now?" Beecher, who had disappeared inexplicably from the moment Snape appeared, appeared next to Harry again, and leaned on the little savior in an extremely ambiguous posture. The icy breath touched Harry's earlobe vaguely.He waited for Harry to order him to move away from him, or to push him away, but it didn't work.The green-eyed savior stood there quietly, without breath for a moment, as if suddenly turned into a lifeless ceramic doll.

Beecher frowned. He didn't let go of his arms around Harry's neck, but leaned in front of Harry in this posture.

In the next second, he hastily let go of his arms and backed away, but it was still a little late.The savior's lake-green eyes were icy cold, as if a bottomless abyss had suddenly opened in the pupils, and there were beasts that were about to choose to devour them, at the moment when the hidden and powerful coercion appeared , the boy suddenly stretched out his hand, and when there was no time left, he firmly grasped Beecher's wrist.