Yan Bai of HP

Response Room

The slender boy stood weakly in the center of the room, the bright torches around him dragged his shadow long and thin, his waist-length black hair was tightly stuck to the black robe that was already wet with sweat, his pale and beautiful face was full of Thin beads of sweat.Harry took a deep breath, and walked to the chaise longue with trembling legs. The wrist holding the wand was already sore. Even with Noah's help, he still couldn't get rid of the exhausted feeling. There wasn't much damage, but the mental exhaustion left him unable to control his natural reaction to weakness.

[Noah, can you really not control the magic power in your body? 】

[No way, master, only you can control the power of willpower, and Noah's rights are mainly focused on the care and defense of the body. 】Harry slumped on the chair, took a small sip of the Longjing beside him, the slightly hot liquid made his chapped lips tingle.

【Master, the body has reached its limit and needs rest and maintenance. 】

【good. 】He can’t support anymore. Noah can control his body’s actions but not his feelings. He is the one who is tired and the one who hurts. He is a laborer who believes in intelligence. This kind of physical labor is really suitable for Gao Qiang’s kind People with rough skin and thick flesh.

After cleaning himself up, Harry put away his wand, bared his teeth and slowly moved out of the Requirement Room, his legs...legs hurting.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Harry was relieved to find that the stairs had returned to normal. In order to prevent his legs from rolling down the stairs, Harry held on to the handrail and rubbed it down bit by bit.He frowned tightly. He couldn't practice so desperately in the future. It's better to do it step by step.

It should be around four o'clock in the afternoon. The torches on the walls of the castle have already been lit. After class, the students are laughing and talking and walking towards the auditorium. The classroom in front of them has just finished class. Gushing out, Harry leaned against the wall, waiting for the flow of people to pass by, his body was still sore, and he didn't want to squeeze in and be bumped by people.

【Noah, Noah, it would be great if you could block the pain nerves. 】

【Master, Noah does have this function. 】

Harry stood up straight all of a sudden, his teeth gritted in his heart [Then why don't you use it, is it nice to see me hurt you? 】【No, but after using it, the pain will be tripled when the shielding is over. Master, aren’t you the most afraid of pain? It’s better to practice in moderation in the future. 】【...Okay, let's not use it. 】Three times the pain, Harry shuddered in his heart, he would definitely die of pain.

"You are, Harry Potter?" A gentle and hesitant voice sounded, and Harry raised his head. He was tall, broad shoulders, handsome, with brown hair, and his gentle eyes revealed kindness and kindness. He seems to be a very reliable and responsible boy.

"Ah, I'm Cedric Digger from Hufflepuff." The 15-year-old boy in the fourth grade smiled gently, but his gray eyes were surprisingly clear. Harry liked these eyes the most. , just like the half-race boy holding a black cat and looking flattering when he was young, what he likes most is the sparkle in the amber eyes.

Bowing slightly, Harry said lightly, "Hello, senior, what's the matter?" Cedric, the boy who died accidentally in the Goblet of Fire battle?Such eyes are really... a pity.

"I just feel that your complexion is not very good, junior, are you not feeling well?" Cedric's eyes were full of worry. As soon as he came out of the classroom, he saw the petite boy by the wall, with a slender body and a deep green color. Eyes, watching others pass by faintly, exuding a strong atmosphere of alienation, as if out of tune with the surrounding world.Such a pale face and chapped lips are really worrying.

"Thank you, senior, for your concern. I'm fine." Harry nodded to Cedric. The young man was indeed as kind and gentle as in the original book, but... died young, and he didn't want to have too much contact with him. He looked at the side After the crowd had dispersed, Harry politely said goodbye and turned to leave.

Cedric looked at the boy's graceful and slow back and sighed in his heart, he is really a brash boy, but the principal said that Harry Potter should have lived well in the Muggle world, but now it seems that the boy's body is not very good ah.

Turning a corner, Harry walked into the auditorium through the straight corridor. The Slytherin freshmen were already seated. Draco's platinum blonde hair was really conspicuous. Harry walked straight towards Draco Go, sit down beside him.

"Harry, are you all right?" Brad asked concerned.

Harry nodded, reached out to touch the table with his wand, picked up the spoon and sipped the porridge.

Draco looked at the slightly trembling wrist and pale face of the person next to him, and put down the knife and fork in his hand, "What's wrong, uncomfortable?"

"No, I just lay down in the dormitory and my body is a little weak. It will be fine in a while." Harry showed a comforting smile. Potions class was also finished at four o'clock. Draco and the others still had their schoolbags next to them. It's time to go back to the bedroom.

Draco thought for a while, ordered a new plate of steak, cut it into small pieces with clean cutlery and sent it to Harry's hand, "You can't just drink porridge, eat less meat to replenish energy."

"Thank you." Harry smiled slightly at Draco, lowered his head and ate quietly, with tiredness that could not be hidden between his brows, Draco frowned slightly, a little unclear about the feelings that flowed through his heart at that moment just now, and said The words came out.

"In the evening, I'll ask the professor for leave for you."

"No need," Harry shook his head, "Professor Snape shouldn't embarrass me too much, and the professor still has potions, don't worry."

Draco pursed his lips, didn't persuade him any more, cut another plate of sausage and handed it to Harry.

Harry looked at some greasy food and laughed in his heart. He really was an awkward little prince. Although he didn't know how to take care of others, he took care of him.

After all, Harry ate more dinner than usual. Snape's confinement might last for a long time, and he didn't want to experience the feeling of hunger again.

Coming to the office of the principal of the Snake Academy again, Medusa wagged her tail excitedly【Hi, Harry, nice to meet you. 】【Hello, Medusa, I'm here for confinement. 】

[Oh, he told me, okay, go in, good luck, Harry. ] She had seen too many small animals walking out of the classroom tremblingly, hoping that the boy would not be scared too badly, she gave the boy a sympathetic look and Medusa opened the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Harry smelled a strong smell of potions. Snape stood in front of the tongs, and when he heard the door open, he pointed without looking back. Harry followed the pale and slender fingers to see The chair he was sitting on last time, and... the thick brick book on it.

"Sit there and read the first sixty chapters." Snape said coldly as he put a writhing cuboid into the tongs.

"Okay, Professor." Harry said lightly, leaning back on the chair, reading a book quietly.It's just reading, he is in urgent need of increasing his strength now, the books here are all Snape's treasures, which are very beneficial to him.

Didn't there be blue smoke coming out of the tong pot? In the quiet room, there was only the small sound of Snape making the potion. The man raised his eyes slightly and could see the young man sitting comfortably opposite him, brewing his beloved potion. Taking medicine, looking at the petite boy opposite, a sense of long-lasting stability filled Snape's heart.

Before he knew it, a bottle of advanced potion had been successfully brewed. Snape shook his wand, cleaned up the table, strode up to Harry, pursed his lips suddenly, and looked the boy up and down. Harry Feeling Snape's gaze, he raised his head suspiciously, and saw the Potions Professor point out, a bunch of potion bottles flew over from the cabinet and neatly placed on the coffee table, Snape looked at him coldly One eye hissed and said "drink!"

Harry blinked, Professor, although I know you gave me the potion because you saw that I was in poor health, but your expression seemed to threaten me to swallow the poison.

"Drink all of it?" Harry looked at the potion bottle on the coffee table, so many potions, are you sure my stomach can hold it?

Snape pursed his lips, waved his hand, and more than half of the potion flew back. Looking at the pale boy, Snape said coldly again, "Drink it!"

Okay, I'll drink, Harry stretched out his hand helplessly, please don't look at me with the expression of wanting to pour poison.

After pouring down all the potions, Harry frowned a little uncomfortablely. Although Snape should have changed his taste, the bitterness of the potion itself was still not much removed, which made him even a little nauseous.

Snape looked at Harry's furrowed brows, the palms in his pockets were slightly loosened and then tightly clenched, a few pieces of candy lay quietly in his palms, there was a glint of darkness in his black eyes, Snape still didn't Taking out the things in his pocket, looking at the boy who had recovered somewhat, Snape made a gesture and handed Harry the potion he brewed last time.

"Paint it on your body."

Harry nodded, took it, and pocketed it.

Snape said sarcastically, "Isn't your head full of slugs not clear? I'll let you paint it now, so that I don't have to waste medicinal materials to make new potions for you. You think I have a lot of time." "Taking out the potion bottle, Harry poured out a black ointment exuding a clear fragrance, rolled up his cuffs with some hesitation, those scars were still dazzling, and spread the potion evenly on his arms, The cool feeling made Harry very comfortable. Gradually, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the scars became lighter again, and finally there were strips of pink marks remaining on his pale skin. Although they were faint, you could still see them if you looked carefully. It's very clear.

Harry felt relieved, the traces on his body could finally be removed, he raised his head to thank him, but found that the dissatisfaction flashed in Snape's eyes, he decided that this potions professor was a little bit more refined about potions, and it was not enough to leave such a shallow mark. Not satisfied?Ignoring Snape's expression, Harry simply applied the medicine here, the scars on his arms all turned a light pink, Harry hesitated, and slowly took off his shirt.

His body is full of scars, and there are many places he can’t reach by himself, and he always needs someone to help, but the only ones who have seen his body are Dumbledore, Snape, and Draco. Old Deng directly PS, Draco After all, Ke was a child, and he was afraid of scaring him, so it would be better to ask Snape to help him. He is a potions professor, and he should be very proficient in medical methods and applying potions.

Snape almost held his breath, watching the boy's body full of scars slowly revealing, his fingers kept moving, Snape tightly closed his eyes, trying his best to control the violent magic power in his body and the murderous look in his eyes.

"Can you wipe my back, Professor?" Harry stood up and handed him the medicine bottle in his hand.

Snape took a deep breath, took the medicine bottle, raised his hand and cast a spell to make sure no one would come in suddenly, strode up behind Harry, brushing Harry's long hair awkwardly with his broad palm to the front.Harry stood quietly in the middle of the room, the warm palm behind his back trembling imperceptibly, the cool potion was carefully and densely applied to his body, Snape breathed softly, and the extreme distance made him He could look more closely at the wound on the boy's body.

He can even distinguish which are burns, which are knife wounds, which are whip wounds, and most of the scars. He doesn't know what they used to make them. He only knows that it must be inhuman torture, and his whole heart seems to be tightly squeezed. Clenched tightly, feeling dull pain, watching the horrific scar turn into a light pink, but he knew in his heart that there was no potion to mend the crack in the boy's heart, and the lost things would never be found again. Back, just like Lily, just like that oriental man named Xiao.

Almost all of Harry's clothes had been removed, and his scarred body was exposed to the air. Snape frowned slightly, and was about to raise the flame a bit, when a green flame flashed by, holding a snake-headed scepter in his hand, wearing a A platinum-haired man in a luxurious dark green robe appeared in the room, and the slow and elegant tone unique to nobles sounded softly, "Severus, I need some potions..." The voice stopped abruptly, and Lucius looked at the two people in the room. Human, his ice blue eyes contracted, his face froze in a very unglamorous manner, and his eyes fell on Harry, who was still bruised and covered with only a small amount of potion.

Snape reflexively grabbed the black robe and wrapped Harry tightly in his arms, glaring at the platinum man with cold eyes, "Lucius Malfoy, your straw-covered head is just a display Is it? Your family has finally been squandered and bankrupt by you, do you want to be with the troll? Didn’t I say that you don’t come to me if you have nothing to do, and your ears are full of eel grass?” The body in his arms was slightly cold, Si Nepe couldn't help but hug him even tighter.

Lucius smiled wryly, and raised his wand in surrender, "Sorry, Severus, I just need you to brew some potions." After he finished speaking, he blinked narrowly, "I didn't even know you had this hobby. "

Snape almost growled when he heard this, "Do you think everyone is like you, a stud with a brain? Your brain is full of dirty things. I should give you a bottle of potion to make it go away." Your unscrupulous straw head will just rot." Harry smiled wryly in his heart, looked at the mature and sexy platinum man calmly while holding Snape's arm, and explained lightly, "You misunderstood sir, the professor is just Just apply medicine for me." Please, he is only 11 years old now, isn't it that Westerners are too open-minded, this platinum man is really as legendary as the legend, and he is a stallion.

Lucius, who had no idea that he left a 'perfect' impression, looked at the boy's deep emerald green eyes. Even in the current situation, those eyes were still very calm. Wait, this boy seems familiar to him , Lucius looked at those green eyes and finally remembered the glimpse in Diagon Alley.

Snape didn't care what Lucius was thinking, he gave him a hard look, hugged Harry and walked straight to the bedroom, the black curtain fell behind him.

Harry was lying on the bed, and Snape quickly but gently applied the potion to him.

Harry asked knowingly with some hesitation, "Professor, who was that gentleman just now?"

"Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father." Snape replied a little bluntly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "He is my friend." So he won't say it out, and he is trustworthy.

Nodding, Harry lay quietly on the bed without saying anything.After a while, Snape straightened up, put away the medicine bottle, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the boy who fell asleep at some point, and found a strand of hair hanging on the boy's pale cheek, Snape unconsciously stretched out his hand , but the moment he was about to touch the boy's skin, he clenched his fists, pulled the quilt aside, and covered the boy tightly, Snape lifted the black curtain and walked out of the bedroom.

Lucius was sitting on the sofa looking at the book in Harry's hand just now. Seeing Snape walk out, Lucius smiled and asked, "Who is that boy? Also from Slytherin?"

Snape pursed his lips and looked at him coldly for a moment, "Harry Potter," staring at Lucius's sudden change of expression, Snape said coldly, "That's Harry Potter."