Professor HP is not a pedophile

Mrs. Lockhart also knew about the disappearance of the crown, and this awesome woman immediately thought of a solution.

"I said, isn't the Marauder's Map able to see people's names? You can look for it. If you can see Tom Riddle's name, then it is still in the school. If you can't see it, it must have been taken away." out," Mrs. Lockhart shrugged. "No one knows when it was taken out of the Room of Requirement. If you want to find a needle in a haystack among the people who go in and out of the Room of Requirement, if that thing is still in the school If it’s not in the school, at least it means the school is safe.”

So Dumbledore talked to Filch and the Weasley twins separately, and finally got the Marauder's Map in the hands of the twins, but he didn't see the name.

This result is not unexpected, they actually already had a hunch.

"Okay, so we now have three out-of-hand Horcruxes..." Dumbledore grimaced.

In the end, they decided that they could only wait and see what happened, although this was a little too passive.

The room leak happened to be raining overnight, and within a few days the Daily Prophet broke the news that the Death Eaters of Azkaban had escaped from prison, and several of them escaped. The odd couple, Antonin Dolokhov are listed one by one.

"Damn it, the Ministry of Magic should have given that disgusting rat a dementor's kiss!" Severus was furious, "Those people must have learned from him that Animagus are not affected by dementors I escaped because of it!"

Although she has always claimed that she is a soy sauce party, Mrs. Lockhart, the assistant teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class who is always pulled by Dumbledore to hold strategy meetings, is very helpless, but she can always give insightful opinions, "Animagus They are good things, especially the rats, who never know when they sneak into the school, you should make good use of the Marauder's Map and protect the little savior, although that child is cute, but he seems a little weak..."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he looked at Severus with a smile, "Severus, little Harry's safety is very problematic, how about letting him move to your place and you protecting him?"

Severus snorted noncommittally.

"Then it's settled!" Dumbledore happily wrote a note for Fawkes to deliver to Harry, and the efficiency was staggering.

Mrs. Lockhart looked Severus from top to bottom suspiciously, rubbed her chin and muttered: "There is a problem..."

"What's the problem?" Dumbledore smiled meaningfully.

"Professor Snape didn't refuse...I must have not woken up..." Mrs. Lockhart stood up in a daze, "Mr. Headmaster, please forgive me for leaving first, I have to go back and catch up on sleep..." Then he left the principal's office quickly with a sleepwalking pace.

Dumbledore saw Severus's face as dark as a pot, and laughed dryly, "Ahahaha, Matilda is such an interesting girl..."

Severus gave him a cold look, and went straight back to his office by his fireplace.

Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth, "Cut, why are you so awkward, do you think I didn't see how happy you are?" Then he lay down on the table in a disfigured manner, looking at the blank photo frame at hand with a troubled expression.

Back in the cellar, Severus quickly began preparations for Harry's arrival.

There is no extra bedroom in his office. Although he really wanted to let Harry sleep in the same bed as him, he knew it was impossible without thinking about it. If he did that, the little thing might be too scared to fall asleep He couldn't sleep, so he had to add another small bed in the bedroom, and let Harry sleep in the living room?Ha, is that possible?

It is worth mentioning that the small bed prepared for Harry is still the same style as the one Harry slept in when he was a child last time.

After he had told the house-elf to get Harry's toiletries ready, the little thing came.

Severus opened the door and saw a timid little badger and a big brother snake.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" He put the man in, and stared at his godson with a gaze that was so cold that it was icy.

Draco laughed dryly, "Ahahaha, I just sent Harry here, so I have something to do, I'll go first, Godfather!" Goodbye Godfather!No way, who told his godfather's eyes to be so cold...

Severus turned his gaze to Harry, this time much softer, "Potter, where's your luggage?"

The little thing with empty hands froze for a moment, "Ah, that... I didn't bring..."

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you? You have to live here until those Death Eaters are caught." Severus sighed secretly, and called a house elf to follow Harry back to the dormitory to pack his luggage.

When the little thing came with the house elf and luggage and was taken into the bedroom by Severus, he was stunned again, and after a while he said timidly, "Professor, I can actually sleep in the living room..."

Severus ordered the house-elf to put Harry's things away, and said without changing his face, "This is Dumbledore's arrangement."

Harry had to silently put his clothes into Severus' wardrobe with the house-elf.

It was almost dinnertime by now, and instead of sending Harry to eat in the Great Hall, Severus had two dinners delivered by the house-elf.

The little thing was eating the lamb chops silently, looking a little depressed.

Severus had nothing to do about the situation, but hoped that the atmosphere between the two of them would improve in the future.

After dinner, Severus went straight into the potion room, because Mrs. Lockhart gave him a suggestion a few days ago, when it came to researching how to remove the soul tablet from Harry's head, maybe he could start from Start with the potion with purifying effect.He has already found a potion formula for purifying the breath of black magic, and he is trying to brew it these days.

After a while, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little thing lingering at the door of the potions room.

"Potter, what's the matter?"

Harry asked hesitantly, "Well...Professor, is there anything I can do? I mean... maybe I can help you with potion ingredients or something."

Severus was both happy and sad, because he knew that the little thing was a habit, always thinking that he should do something in exchange for being taken in and taken care of by others.

He nodded, "Come in, I don't need you to do anything, but you can review the bone water I taught you in Potions class this morning. I remember that the quality of the class work you handed in was not good. help yourself."

"Okay, thank you." Harry smiled gratefully, took the materials by himself and got busy on the small operating table next to him.

He looked very serious, with his tender red lips tightly pursed, and he was concentrating on cutting the ginger root into small pieces with a silver knife. Although the technique was not very skillful, the finished product met the requirements.

Severus stopped what he was doing and watched silently.He found that his little thing looked very good-looking when it was serious, especially the eyes. The focused light in it almost captured his mind. Looking at it, he suddenly popped out "Hide him and let no one see it." "He thought, if this little thing grows up a bit, it may attract many suitors, and he finds that he is really not sure of winning at the moment.

Slowly, Harry's raw bone water had reached the stage of stirring.Severus frowned, and walked over to point out his shortcomings, "The rhythm of stirring is not like this, it should be slower."

"Okay, okay." Startled by his sudden voice, Harry's hands trembled, and he couldn't control the rhythm even more.

Severus stood behind him, stretched out his hand to hold the little white hand, and led him to stir slowly, "Look, it should be this speed, you were too fast just now."

Harry froze with nervousness, staring blankly at the hands of the two, stirring mechanically to his rhythm.

Severus patted his back with the other hand, "Relax and watch."

"Hmm." Harry quickly restrained himself and focused on the cauldron.

The corner of Severus's mouth curled up in a gentle arc, and he got closer to the small body, and whispered in his ear: "Look, according to this rhythm, the color will become lighter when the fifth circle is stirred. Yes, wait until the No.14 circle, the color becomes transparent and it is successful, the bottle you handed in this morning was not stirred well, so the color will be a little cloudy."

"Oh." Harry focused on listening to his explanation, and gradually became less nervous, and even asked a question, "So if I succeed, can I get an O?"

Severus laughed lowly, "Oh, now you're asking about the score? You haven't finished it yet."

The little thing's white and tender ears immediately turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Severus said with a hint of a smile, "Of course I'll give you an O if you stir at this pace."

"En! I will try my best!" The little thing nodded excitedly, completely forgetting that the person sticking behind him was Professor Snape, whom he had always been afraid of.

After fourteen rounds of stirring, Severus reluctantly let go of his very nice little hand, watched him turn off the flame and bottled it, and handed the bottle to himself with a bit of shyness and expectation.

Severus glanced over and gave him an approving smile, "Very well, you got an O."

The little thing showed a smile mixed with embarrassment and joy, "Thank you for guiding me, Professor."

Severus looked into his smiling eyes, couldn't help but rubbed his soft, unkempt hair, "Okay, you can do whatever you want, I'm going to work."

"Okay~" The little thing responded, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed again, "I'm sorry, Professor, did I bother you?"

"No," Severus said in a good mood, "you can always ask me any questions."

The little thing nodded, and began to pack up his console.

Severus walked back to his place, very pleased with his performance just now, and finally got off to a good start.