Yan Bai of HP

The softness under the lips was as sweet as honey and mouth-watering, but Snape ordered himself to raise his head with strong willpower, panting heavily, the man used his fingers to draw the beautiful outline of the boy under him bit by bit, slightly red and swollen The lips, the straight nose, the indifferent eyebrows, emerald green, like the starlight version of the night sky, the deep eyes that people can't extricate themselves from, the serious black eyes of men make Harry feel a rare emotion called embarrassment .

The little green in the sleeve seemed to feel the master's uneasiness and twisted his wrist. Harry stretched out his hand and pushed Snape. The man took a deep look at him and put him down gently. One hand was still around the boy's waist and he didn't let go.

Even if he is as indifferent as Harry, he can't help feeling warm in his heart when he cherishes his lover, but he doesn't know what to say next. It's his first time to fall in love with someone, and he has no experience at all. In the end, Harry Decide, let nature take its course.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden buzzing sound in Harry's mind like a heavy blow. The boy couldn't help bending down, holding his forehead with one hand, and groaned, tightly grasping the man's arm.

Snape's expression changed, he picked up the boy, and threw a few detection spells over him, but found no problems except mental exhaustion.

"What's the matter? Headache?" Snape rubbed Harry's temples with slightly cool fingers. With the other hand, he brought a few bottles of potions and poured them directly for Harry. He rubbed his thumbs against the dark spots under the boy's eyes. Ying, frowning, "I saw that my mental strength was exhausted while reading the book, Harry, I thought the lesson from last time was already very profound, it seems that you miss my potion very much, don't you?"

Harry smiled wryly in his heart, and shook his head, "I don't want to drink that kind of potion anymore." Taking a deep breath, Harry leaned on Snape's shoulder, "I'm tired and want to sleep."

Snape rubbed Harry's hair, carried him to the bedroom, wrapped the boy tightly in a silk quilt, and sat on the side of the bed, watching Harry slowly fall asleep, Until now, he felt as if he was in a dream about the certainty of the relationship between the two of them. The questions that had plagued him for a long time disappeared without a trace in Harry's simple words. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on the boy's forehead, Snape lowered the curtains, and the only sound in the room was the steady, intertwined breathing of the two.

[Master, master. 】Noah's voice awakened the sleeping Harry.

Opening his eyes, the man's medicinal fragrance still lingered in the room, and the soft sound of potion brewing came from outside the bedroom.

[Noah, what's wrong? 】

【Master, don't you think that your migraine is really due to mental exhaustion? 】【Why is that? 】Harry had a vague premonition.

【Master, look at the contract fluctuations in your sea of ​​consciousness. 】

Harry checked immediately, and the dark blue contract signed with Tom in the sea of ​​consciousness was now stained with blood.

【what happened? 】

【Master, your ghost slave was attacked, the thicker the blood, the deeper the injury. 】【Why didn't he contact me. 】He didn't think that Tom would be beaten passively and not ask for help. At the critical moment of survival, he should use all available resources to survive.

【Master, I'm afraid that Tom's current situation does not allow him to contact you. Moreover, with the master's current spiritual power and magic power, I don't think you can help him. 】Noah criticized mercilessly 【Master, I said that you can't read books like this. You are exhausted now, and you can't even detect the changes in the contract in the sea of ​​consciousness in time. Even if the magic left by Slytherin is too attractive , you should also put your body first. 】【Okay, my housekeeper, I admit my mistake, and I won’t do it again. 】Harry also knew that this time he was indeed a bit too much, the key is that the collection of books in that library was so attractive that he couldn't control it for a while.

Supporting the bed with one hand, Harry sat up slowly. He sent Tom to investigate the situation of other soul slices. With the hidden ability of Ghost Cultivator, he was able to find Tom and seriously injure him. Voldemort with special ring.

Harry took a deep breath, concentrated his magic power, and summoned the ghost slave. The blood on the contract in the sea of ​​consciousness became thicker and thicker. Harry's hands were tightly clasped. Under the protection of the contract, he seemed to be floating in mid-air, looking down Looking at the whole world, the picture in his mind suddenly turned, and a forest appeared. A silver box the size of a palm was placed on the ground in the forest clearing, and the milky white light from inside shone on Tom's erratic figure.

Tom was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Harry's temples began to throb continuously. Even with the protection of the contract, his mental power drifted too far away, and his body began to protest. He grabbed Tom on the ground with all his strength, and a deep and magnetic laugh suddenly sounded in his ears, "Well, I found you." Harry turned around in horror, and the man's blood-red eyes came into his sight very closely.

【Owner!leave! 】

Harry convulsed quickly, but it was still a step too late. The man hugged his spiritual body tightly in his arms, and smiled with utmost gentleness, like spring water blowing on his face, falling flowers fluttering, but at that moment, Harry, His whole body was icy cold, and a force that seemed to crush him hit his body fiercely.

In the room, Harry let out a muffled grunt, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." As if there was no end, mouthfuls of blood gushed out from the handsome boy's mouth. Harry tightly grasped the silk quilt under him with both hands, his brows were wrinkled, and fine cold sweat dripped from his skin. At the scene, the boy covered his lips with one hand, as if he wanted to vomit out his internal organs.

Snape, who heard the movement outside, walked in quickly. As soon as the black curtain was opened, the bloody smell filled the room, and drops of blood dripped down the edge of the bed. The boy's petite body seemed to be surrounded by blood. It sank suddenly, and rushed in front of the boy, "Harry? Harry! Merlin, what's going on?!" Snape hurriedly wanted to wipe the blood from the corner of the boy's mouth, but he couldn't. Jing, holding the boy in his arms with one hand, poured bottles of rare potions into Harry's mouth without hesitation, but the boy was still vomiting blood, and all the potions were spit out by him without exception.

Snape's face was as pale as the boy in his arms, and he held the potion bottle tightly with a trembling hand, his dark eyes even lost focus. He picked up the boy, walked out of the bedroom quickly, and ran directly to the infirmary. Harry tried his best to grab his collar and straightened up, "No, cough cough."

"Do you want me to watch you die?!" Snape hissed almost out of control.

Harry took a deep breath, raised his head, and worked with Noah to calm down the turbulence inside his body. He took a deep breath with some trembling, "Cough cough... Phew, it's okay, cough." Harry hugged the man's neck, hoarse Said the voice, the death-vomiting movement finally gradually subsided.

Snape wrapped his arms around the boy, buried his face deep into his neck, wanted to hug him tightly, but was afraid of aggravating his injury, and carefully protected him like a fragile treasure, "Don't scare him like this again I..." He can no longer bear the despair and pain of losing his lover again, he will go crazy.

"Sorry." Harry knew that this time he really scared the man. He once again underestimated Voldemort's ability. He trusted Noah's cultivation method too much. Too confident.

【Master, according to common sense, it is impossible for Voldemort to discover the traces of ghost cultivators. 】【Noah, in addition to Gaunt's ring, Voldemort also fused the soul piece of Nasini. Now Voldemort is no longer a person that can be inferred by common sense. 】He still touched Tom's body for a moment just now, although it was just some fragments of information, it was enough for him to understand Voldemort's current strength.

Snape took out the potion again, poured it into Harry bottle by bottle, sat on the sofa, picked up a towel and wiped the blood on the boy's handsome face bit by bit, his abyssal black eyes didn't blink looking at the lover in his arms.

【Master, the contract in your sea of ​​consciousness has disappeared. 】

Harry sighed in his heart, this time it was a big loss. Tom who has become a ghost is much more useful than a soul movie. If Voldemort absorbs Tom, then his strength is self-evident.

Where did Voldemort get that little silver box? Why didn't he know that Voldemort was also good at alchemy? No, with Voldemort's personality, he must have robbed some alchemist.

Depressedly leaning against Snape's arms, Harry gritted his teeth in his heart. That Voldemort was simply a monster. When he thought of the gentle smile on the red-eyed man's handsome face, Harry wanted to step on it.Even if he regained some sanity, that Voldemort is still a pervert!Harry suddenly missed that tyrannical and cruel main soul, at least the moodiness of that main soul was easier to deal with.

"How's it going?" Snape asked, patting the boy on the back.

Harry smiled reassuringly, "It's okay."

"What the hell did you do?!" Snape let go of the big stone in his heart, and his eyes immediately stood up sternly, "Mental power is exhausted and then a magic riot? You are not allowed to leave my sight during this time!!"

Harry nodded in excuse, sniffing the bloody smell all over his body, Harry sighed softly, "Put me down, I'll wash myself."

Snape raised his eyebrows, propping Harry's chest back slightly, Harry's knees gave way and he threw himself into the man's arms again.

"Go and wash yourself, eh?!" Snape raised the corners of his mouth ironically, picked up the depressed boy and walked directly to the bathroom.

Snape put the hot water, gently untied Harry's clothes, and put the boy into the bathtub, because he had stripped naked in front of Snape before, Harry didn't feel uncomfortable, but, in Snape's After unbuttoning his own robe, Harry looked at the man's gradually revealed body. Snape's body was not as lean as it looked, with a strong chest and powerful legs. Harry slightly lowered his eyes in embarrassment.

With the sound of water, Snape slowly sat down in the bathtub, picked up Harry and placed him in his arms. The boy's body was slightly stiff in his arms, and his eyes flicked over the pink scar on Harry's body.

Snape picked up the hot water and washed away the blood on Harry's body. The smooth skin was close to each other, breathing intertwined. Harry felt the man's breath spraying on his sensitive back of the neck, and his entire back was pressed against the man. On the warm chest, his big hand wiped away the blood on his body, and slowly Harry's body also relaxed, and under the fuming heat, he leaned against the man's arms and fell asleep.

However, Snape's eyes swept over the boy's body inch by inch. His body had been abstinent for a long time, but there was no trace of passion or desire in those dark eyes.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in the boy's body, God knows how much he wanted Harry to be his, but, more than that, he wanted Harry's health and safety.Changing the position to make the boy in his arms sleep more comfortably, Snape threw a warming spell, leaned in the bathtub, and slowly closed his eyes while holding the boy in his arms.