Professor HP is not a pedophile

After Sirius left, Harry moved back into the cellar again, but it didn't take long for him to suddenly want to move back into the bedroom again.

Harry felt so annoyed. He didn't know why. Now when he saw the professor, his heartbeat became very fast, and it was even worse when he saw the professor's eyes. Every time he stared blankly, and then heard When I heard the professor's smiling voice, my ears felt hot, and my heart panicked. I didn't want to see him at all!

But he can't tell the professor that he wants to move out. The last time he said it, the professor seemed very sad...

The little thing sat in front of the fireplace and moaned while roasting mushrooms.

While frantically sprinkling pepper on his grilled mushroom skewers, Draco asked him strangely: "Why are you sighing? Are you unhappy that the godfather is not here?"

Harry shook his head lazily, and sighed again like an adult, "Oh, you won't understand..."

"It's pasty, turn it over quickly," Draco quickly took a small brush to help him brush the oil, "If you are so absent-minded, you won't have to eat your mushrooms!"

Harry gave him a wistful look, and sighed again.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, and he asked him helplessly, "What are you worrying about?"

The little thing looked down at his own mushroom, grabbed the pepper bottle and sprinkled it vigorously.

"(╰_╯)#! Harry!" Draco was annoyed by this little thing, "Hurry up, I'll go back if you give me any more appetite!"

Harry hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and finally, under his extremely intimidating gaze, he spoke eagerly: "Draco, I don't want to live here anymore..."

"Why?" Draco was surprised. "The godfather treated you badly?"

"No...it's my own problem..." The little thing sighed again, "Oh..."

Draco was annoyed to death by his "ah", and the knife "swish" flew towards him.

"Okay... I'll just say it," Harry said aggrievedly, "I don't know why recently, whenever I see the professor, I feel a little guilty and want to hide, and my heartbeat becomes very fast..."

"What have you done to offend Godfather?" Draco asked seriously.

Harry shook his head hastily, "No! I've been very good lately!"

"Then why are you guilty?" Draco rolled his eyes, "You still want to move away! Godfather Bai is so kind to you! He has never been so kind to me!"

The little thing lowered his head wearily, and turned his mushroom skewer over, "I don't know... I'm just afraid of seeing him..."

Draco curled his lips and patted the back of his head, "Idiot! You must be thinking about something crazy!"

Harry looked confused, "I didn't think about anything."

"o(︶︿︶)o Oh, I'm too lazy to talk about this kind of topic with you idiot," Draco removed his mushroom skewers from the fire, checked that they were cooked, and blew. After biting one and eating it, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Eat your mushrooms, idiot, and, you just live here honestly, and stop talking about moving away!"

"Oh..." Harry nodded dejectedly, thinking of Neville who was still at home on vacation, if Neville was here, no matter what he said, Neville would support him...

"What do you think Neville is doing now?" he asked.

Draco looked unhappy, "Hmph, I'm afraid he is having fun at home, he hasn't written to me for two days!"

"You can write to him," said Harry, "why does he have to write to you?"

"Idiot! You don't understand if you tell me!" Draco despised him very much.

"I'm not an idiot!" Harry waved the mushroom skewer in his hand angrily, "I want to duel with you!"

"I said you are you!" Draco fought him using his mushroom skewer as a weapon.The two children waved their mushroom strings like knights competing with swords, looking extremely childish.

Severus, who came back from collecting materials in the Forbidden Forest, saw this dumbfounding scene as soon as he entered the door. The corners of his mouth twitched and he decided to ignore them.In fact, although he fell in love with Harry, sometimes he really couldn't understand what was going on in the child's head.

However, as soon as Harry saw him, he honestly ceased fighting, and greeted him obediently, "Professor, are you back?" He began to pray inexplicably that the professor would not see his embarrassing appearance just now.

Severus raised his eyebrows, "Oh? I thought Mr. Potter, who was busy fighting Draco with mushroom skewers, didn't have the energy to pay attention to his poor potions professor."

Harry's face turned red immediately, and he stammered, "Who, who told Draco to call me an idiot!"

"Aren't you?" Severus said in surprise.

The little thing glared at him aggrievedly, took a bite of the mushroom as if to vent his anger, and stammered silently.

Draco raised his eyebrows at him triumphantly, "Look, I was right."

"Hmph!" The little thing almost thought he was biting the mushroom.But after this trouble, he temporarily forgot about moving out.Even though his heart beat faster and his face flushed unconsciously when he saw Severus, he was getting used to it.

The rest of the holiday was spent with the two children having a barbecue, eating and drinking in front of the fireplace.

The night before the start of the second term, Dobby came to give an update on the Death Eaters - they were gone!

"What do you mean missing?" Severus asked coldly and sullenly, "Tell me what you know."

Dobby replied, sobbing: "Dobby didn't know, Dobby was just cooking for a while, and they disappeared... those evil, terrible villains didn't show up in front of them, and Dobby couldn't defy the wizard's orders." Order! Dobby punished himself for this, put his head in the oven to observe some invisible, Dobby only knew they said 'disappeared', 'nagini', 'resurrected', Dobby A bad elf! Dobby is useless, sir!" The poor house-elf collapsed on his knees, banging his head on the floor.

"Okay, Dobby, you go back to the manor, and if they go back, you can inform us again." Dumbledore waved helplessly.

Dobby left crying.

"Severus, what do you think?" the old headmaster asked solemnly.

Severus snorted exasperatedly, "Humph, do I still have to say? Resurrect! They're going to revive that bloody lunatic!"

"Resurrection..." Dumbledore pondered for a while, and said, "I should still use that black magic, father's bone, servant's flesh, enemy's blood..."

Severus grimaced, and clenched his fists, "The blood of the enemy, hmph! I want to see if they can get it!" He would never let Harry suffer that kind of harm again!

"So they should have gone to Riddle's old house..." Dumbledore thought for a while and said, "I think we might ask Matilda, maybe she has a good idea! But she and Jed Luo went home for the holidays, wait for them to come back and talk about it, you have to protect little Harry during this time."

"I don't need you to tell me!" Severus stood up abruptly, "I'm going back!" He was really worried about the little thing staying in the cellar by himself, Haierbo has been hibernating recently, and he doesn't know when it will When he woke up, if something went wrong with the little thing, he really couldn't imagine the scene.

Luckily Harry was still sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book when he got back to the cellar.

Severus's heart relaxed, and he couldn't help but hugged him into his arms.

"Professor, professor..." Harry blushed again, he struggled in embarrassment, but was hugged even tighter, "Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"Harry, you're fine," Severus murmured, "You're fine..."

Harry was sensitive to his emotional instability, and looked up at him worriedly, "Professor..."

Severus smiled at him reluctantly, kissed his forehead, "I'm fine, is Haibo still asleep?"

"Well," Harry nodded worriedly and said, "He has been sleeping for almost half a month, since I pulled his tooth that day until now, professor, do you think he is hungry? Why do I feel like he is Thin?"

"Oh...how come? Snakes don't need to eat when they hibernate," Severus reassured, "You can prepare him a big meal when he wakes up."

"Oh." Harry obediently responded, and after a moment of silence, he said a little embarrassedly, "Professor, I think I'm so weird recently, why does my heart beat so fast when I see you? Am I Sick?" He felt like he would suffocate if he didn't ask.

Looking at the little thing's ignorant eyes, Severus was hit by a wave of surprise, he held his little red face in disbelief, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Harry, how about you Once again!"

The little thing asked again obediently.

"No, you're not sick!" Severus showed the happiest smile ever, "You're not sick, that's normal, you'll understand when you grow up."

"Why can't I understand now?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Professor, if you understand, just tell me."

Severus hugged him tighter with joy, coaxing him gently, "No one else can tell you this, you have to figure it out yourself, okay?"

"Oh." The little thing nodded in confusion, not knowing why the professor was so happy, but seeing the professor so happy, he himself became in a particularly good mood.