Yan Bai of HP

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the warm flame rose in the fireplace, and there was occasional crackling sound, Yan Bai listened patiently to Dumbledore's story of the past - a story that was partly concealed and partly beautified.

"Are you my mother's friend?" Yan Bai asked Snape after taking a sip of the much more normal warm black tea.

The potion master's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't answer.

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore asked with a calm smile. He just introduced the wizarding world and Hogwarts, and told him about Harry's parents. There was nothing about the relationship between Snape and the Potters. Didn't mention it.

"There was warmth in his eyes when you said the name Lily." Of course, there was nothing but disgust at the mention of Potter.He actually couldn't understand Snape's deep feelings for Lily, but it seemed that such a relationship could be used. After all, he didn't like having a teacher with a vicious tongue who was targeting him in his school life, so it was necessary to build a good relationship.

Snape clenched his fists, "Mr. Potter, I thought you knew it would be very rude to speculate about other people's relationships. Of course, I didn't expect your bezoar-filled head to know what etiquette is." Yan Bai ignored Snape's poisonous tongue, and said to Dumbledore lightly, "Now, it's your turn, what do you want to know?"

Dumbledore and Snape looked at each other, and said lovingly, "About how you disappeared from your aunt's house, and your life during this period, and why did you suddenly appear?"

Yan Bai lowered his eyes slightly, "I didn't live well in my aunt's house. When I was five years old, a man adopted me and lived for a while. Then he didn't want me, so I appeared."

A terrifying momentum suddenly rose, "Harry Potter! Are you kidding me?!" The man's dangerous voice sounded, and Snape's originally empty black eyes were full of anger.He knew that no matter how special this boy was, he was just Potter, just as arrogant, reckless, and brainless.

Dumbledore stood up and comforted him, "Don't be angry, Severus, calm down." Turning around, Old Deng looked at Harry with some dissatisfaction, "Harry, I think you should be more detailed, even if it's a deal." You have to be sincere, right?"...The point is, what do you want me to say about things I don't know, Yan Bai rolled his eyes in his heart, the judge just said that all the answers are in the body, and he doesn't know the so-called How to use his intelligent system, you might as well just give him a dementor to save trouble.

"When I was at my aunt's, I had to live in a closet. My aunt and uncle hated seeing me. Dudley wanted to throw me out of the house. I had to do chores, run errands, and do the lawn. I seldom had enough to eat. ..." I made it up, I made it up, I made it up, Yan Bai recalled the memories of reading books before, and slowly the scene at that time really appeared in front of his eyes, the little boy who was disgusted and abused by his relatives was difficult and full of pain On his fifth birthday, after tidying the lawn, he did not return to that house, but ran to the empty park, unbridled his sorrow, and leaned against the corner to look at the sky feebly.

Then a man appeared, polite, handsome gentleman, famous car, luxurious clothes, expensive jewelry, who was gentle and patiently listened to his troubles.

The man who was always at the park said something one day that made Harry feel like he was in a dream.

"Harry, would you like to live with me?"

Bewitched Harry nodded, and stretched his trusting hands into his palms, but what awaited him was not a warm paradise.

That man is a perverted Earl who is a collector and pedophile.

The scenes are constantly changing, the miserable screams in the dark room, hanging, whipping, all kinds of torture methods that you can't think of, but these physical pains are not as painful as the heart of being betrayed.

"You're just a pariah, but you still want my love?!" The count looked at the dying boy who was tortured on the ground with disdain.

"What a beautiful body, you are only useful for this, you still don't serve me well." The boy who was crushed under him had crystal clear tears dripping from his beautiful emerald green eyes. trembling.

The magic power of the little wizard is very unstable, and a magic riot made the count realize the difference in this boy.

"Well, well, look what I found? A little devil, hehe, my little monster, you seem to have a better use." The earl caressed the boy's body and said with a smile.Then what awaits Harry is endless training. The earl is very interested in letting Harry master that kind of power, but it may be because of the strong rejection in his heart, that kind of power has never appeared again. 'The scars on Harry were bigger than expected.So Harry was thrown into the training ground, strength, speed, how to use his weak body to kill the target in the shortest time, because Harry couldn't learn to pretend and seduce anyway, he was kicked out to perform the task first, obviously , the count wanted Harry to die.

When he killed someone for the first time, Harry couldn't remember who the target of the mission was, only the sticky touch in his palm and the bloody smell that made people do evil.The Earl was unexpectedly satisfied with this result, and then, Harry was given to the Earl's so-called friends as a gift, to endure their perversions like the Earl, and then return with the blood of that group of people.

However, one time, when he was sent out again, he was greeted by a pair of cold and gentle hands. That oriental man had deep black eyes. Harry could see the tyranny, desire, Cruel, but the man named Xiao rarely showed emotion in his eyes.

But every time he saw Harry, there was always a hint of tenderness in those dark eyes.

"Harry, you look a lot like my younger brother, just as beautiful and as kind." The man's magnetic voice always rang in his ears, and the hands holding him were gentle yet firm.

Kind?Harry thought that this word had nothing to do with him at all, but the man's favor shook his already numb heart again.On the one hand, he persuaded himself that this was just another noble game, that he was just a toy for men when they were bored, and on the other hand, he was greedy for men's tenderness.

"Can I help you leave the Earl?" The man kissed his red lips and smiled, with a persistence Harry had never seen in his eyes. "Leave him and be mine."

Harry was attracted by those cold and warm eyes, he decided to take a gamble, anyway, he had nothing to lose, didn't he?

However, looking at the burning earl's castle in front of him, Harry's heart was icy cold. His emerald green eyes were full of despair and sadness. The temperature of the man in his arms gradually cooled down. Those dark eyes were already a little slack, reflecting Harry's eyes. Her beautiful face and the cruelty in her eyes remained unchanged, but when she looked at Harry, there was a little more tenderness and nostalgia.

Who would have thought that even if Harry hadn't done it himself, that man would have been killed by him. If it wasn't for him, the man would not have rushed to attack the earl. It was a flawless plan, but it was destroyed by the traitor bought by the earl.Harry sensed the man's danger, and the magical power that seemed to have disappeared in his body started to work again, but even if they escaped from the castle, the seriously injured man still couldn't escape the scythe of death.

Without leaving a word, the man just took a deep look at Harry's face, and then closed his eyes forever.

Harry suddenly realized that it was impossible for him to see those deep and charming black eyes again, and no one would warm his already icy heart. The tearing pain in his heart and the constant tears in his eyes made Harry understand that it turned out that A monster like him still has human feelings, he's not numb yet.

Leaning down gently, Harry pressed a final kiss on the man's cold lips.

After all, there are still people in this world who care about me.

He finally fell in love with someone, and then lost.

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With a loud bang, Yan Bai woke up suddenly, the picture in his mind disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, a tear came out of his eyes. Yan Bai, who was in the office again, couldn't react, but felt that the breath in the room had already tensed into a line , There were constant sounds of debris falling and explosions.

With a "bang", a thick book flew towards Yan Bai, but when it was half a meter away from him, it seemed to hit something and bounced back. This time Yan Bai was completely awake, shaking his head and begging for some depressed emotions just now, Yan Bai regained his composure and looked around.

God, is there a hurricane here? Yan Bai looked at the mess in the office, as well as the man in the center of the hurricane and the white-bearded principal with a serious face and furious eyes.

Oh~~ This is the so-called magic riot. Yan Bai ignored the anger and murderous intent of the two and thought of it heartlessly, but even so, he still knew how to put a protective film around him. It's not all about exploits and calculations.But...it was that pervert who set Harry up with such a life experience, the dark training department, and the ending of life and death, which is really bloody.

A shadow suddenly covered him, Yan Bai raised his head quietly, the black-haired man stood in front of him and looked at him with unpredictable eyes, angry?pity?Blame yourself?guilt?It's complicated enough.

Looking at the tear stains on the boy's cheeks, Snape's eyes flickered, he stretched out his hand unconsciously, Yan Bai's body dodged naturally, this time the prepared former Death Eater didn't let him dodge, he moved his palm down, Grabbing the boy's arm, Snape slowly rolled up his sleeves.

The slender arms were covered with horrific scars, welts, burns, pinholes and some scars that even Snape, who was once in the dark camp, had never seen.Yan Bai looked at the man's trembling hands, his arms shook, avoiding his touch, and the wide black robe covered his scars again.He didn't have the habit of letting people see his scars. Even though those things were not his experience, they still made him feel very uncomfortable. By the way, isn't there a magic potion for removing scars in the wizarding world?Well, try a few bottles that day.

"Harry..." Lao Deng's dry voice sounded, his azure blue eyes full of kindness were full of pity, he stretched out his hand, Lao Deng stroked Harry's soft long hair, Yan Bai avoided the encirclement of the two, stood up and leaned on the by the wall.

"Mr. Dumbledore, as you said, magic is omnipotent, isn't it?" he said lightly, although he did not reveal his identity, Yan Bai still remembered what these two people did to him just now. Impression, image, depth, and engraving." Repentance?It was rumored that the magic that Lao Deng liked to use on students was finally let him experience it for himself.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't know..." Dumbledore looked at the boy by the wall with pity.In the magic world, little wizards are very precious and represent the future of the magic world. Every little wizard should be loved and cherished. However, what happened to this child is already unbearable.

"It's okay, when can I leave." Give him an insanity as soon as we meet, it's better for him to stay in the orphanage for a while, um, to appease his frightened heart.