Professor HP is not a pedophile

Christmas is coming.One morning in mid-December, the animals at Hogwarts found that the school was covered with several feet of snow, and the lake was covered with hard ice.The Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs to chase Quirrell around and smash into the back of his hood - Severus wasn't there at the time, so he I was very depressed when I found out afterwards. If he was present, he could have taken the opportunity to get Quirrell's turban off without anyone noticing it!

The list of students staying in school had been finalized last week. Severus remembered that the little Potter boy was also staying in school in his previous life, but he didn't remember that Dumbledore asked him to take the savior to Godric's Hollow to visit the grave.

"Albus! Do what you promise yourself!" Severus roared at the smiling old headmaster, "I'm not obliged to take a little troll to cry on his parents' grave during the leisurely vacation !"

Dumbledore waved his hand without any pressure, "Come on, Severus, don't you want to go and see Lily? Taking Harry is just passing by. Harry is so good that he won't cause you any trouble."

"You delusional!" Severus said firmly, "I will never let a Potter ruin my vacation!"

He gave the old man a cold warning look, turned around and walked away.

Dumbledore smiled and said to his phoenix: "Fox, let's make a bet. I bet he will agree. The loser will not be allowed to eat candy for three days!"

Fawkes gave him a disdainful glance, turned on the perch and turned his rear to face him.It seems to say: "Do you think I will die if I don't eat sugar like you?"

The old man didn't take it seriously, he took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter to Harry.

"Dear Harry:

Due to some emergencies, I'm afraid I won't be able to take you to visit the grave during the Christmas holidays, but I think there is someone who would be willing, and that is your mother's good friend Professor Snape.Forgive me for breaking my promise, but you must be able to convince him to take you there, right?Wish you all the best.

your

Albus Dumbledore"

After reading the letter, Harry wanted to cry but had no tears.He felt that if he dared to ask Professor Snape, he would be boiled into a potion by the professor.But he really wanted to visit his parents' graves, what should he do...

Draco comforted him by rubbing his hair: "Don't worry, Harry, don't look at the godfather as fierce, in fact, there is a knack to deal with him."

"What's the trick?" Harry and Neville stared at him at the same time.

Draco rubbed his chin, and said seriously: "Although it sounds a bit outrageous, but that's what my mother concluded, and I personally verified it, you must not say it!"

The two little badgers nodded vigorously.

Draco chuckled and said, "It's actually very simple, just acting like a baby!"

"What?!" the two yelled.Madam Pince, the librarian, shot a few knives in the eye.They quickly covered their mouths and looked at Draco in horror.

"You heard me right," Draco said, "I'm talking about being coquettish. After my mother told me this method when I was a child, every time I just look into my godfather's eyes and act coquettish to him, he won't scold me! Harry, it is said Your eyes are exactly the same as your mother's, if you look into the godfather's eyes and beg him to take you to visit the grave, he will definitely agree to you! Mom said the godfather was very kind to your mother."

Harry shook his head with embarrassment, "But I can't do it... I'm afraid..."

Following Draco's example, Neville stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said to Harry with a serious face, "Harry, actually, Professor Snape hasn't been so mean to you recently, he I haven't deducted your points for a long time, and I don't speak so harshly to you anymore."

"But he still put me in confinement, and at the beginning of this month he found fault with me and put me in confinement, and I was still locked up until the end of the month..." Harry burst into tears.

"Don't you miss your parents very much?" Draco used the aggressive method, "Aren't you willing to challenge for them? What if it happens?"

Harry looked at this and that, seeing his two good friends showing encouraging expressions, and finally nodded as if he was sinking his boat.

So when I was in confinement at night...

"Mr. Potter, could you please repeat it at a volume audible to the human ear?" Severus looked impatiently at Harry, who was standing in front of him with his little fluffy head drooping.

The little thing didn't speak for a long time.

"Since Mr. Potter doesn't want to, forget it, your humble potions professor doesn't have so much time to waste!" Severus turned to enter the potion room.

The next moment, his sleeve was grabbed by a small hand.

The little thing was so frightened that his face turned pale, tears were about to fall, but he stubbornly stared into his eyes, with strong expectation in his big watery green eyes, "I'm sorry, Professor, but... can you please Will you take me to see the cemetery of my parents?"

For a moment, Severus didn't even dare to look directly into those beautiful eyes that suddenly resembled Lily's. He subconsciously looked away, and the next moment he roared angrily, "Mr. Potter! What made you think that How dare you make such an audacious request of your Potions Master?! Why should I waste my vacation on you, eh? Does the Savior think everyone is eager to serve him?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Professor..." Harry's tears fell down, he was frightened by Severus' sudden anger, but he still didn't let go of his sleeve, just kept apologizing, " Sorry Professor, Mr. Principal told me that you are willing to take me because you are a good friend of my mother...Sorry...I really want to see...I have never met my parents, not even a photo I haven't seen them before, I just want to see where they are buried, please..."

Severus looked down at the pair of green eyes that had been washed very clear by tears, and then at the pale little hands that were grasping his sleeve so hard that they turned white and were still trembling, and suddenly cried miserably for the man in front of him. The little thing relented.

In his memory, this little thing never dared to meet his gaze, and was always scared whenever he saw him.He never expected that the little thing would look at him so firmly and make demands on him, even if he was frightened, he would not give up.

Forget it, since the stubbornness of this little thing is so similar to Lily, let him agree.Severus thought so, and nodded slightly, "Then, Mr. Potter, come to my office on the first morning of the Christmas holiday, and I hope you won't be stupid enough to give me trouble."

"No!" Harry promised hastily, and was so happy that he gave him a bright smile. Although he was still in tears, he looked extremely warm and beautiful, "Thank you, Professor!"

Severus froze for a moment, as if seeing the blue-eyed red-haired girl again.

"Mr. Potter, how long are you going to hold on to my sleeve?" When he came back to his senses, he found that the little hand was still holding on to his sleeve, and said angrily.

"Yes, yes, sorry!" Harry turned pale, let go of his sleeves and rushed into the potions room to start his labor service.

In the evening, Severus sat in front of the fireplace and fell into deep thought after chasing the little things back from the labor service.

In fact, he has never visited Lily's cemetery since his last life.He dare not.That was his sin, if he hadn't told the Dark Lord that prophecy, maybe Lily is still alive and well now, and that little thing wouldn't have lived in a cupboard since she was a child, wearing her cousin's old clothes, doing more than him every day Housework within the scope of ability, even being beaten.

Thinking of the disgust the Dursleys had for the little thing when he went to the hut on the rock to pick it up for school, and the panic and helplessness of the little thing when Petunia Dursley handed it to him, he suddenly felt I am so sinful.

"Severus Snape, you have to be nice to him," he said to himself, "he is not the savior of his previous life, nor is he that damned old Potter, he is Lily's son, and his parents are Killed by you..."

The flickering light of the fire in the fireplace shone on his face, making his expression look extraordinarily gloomy.