Professor HP is not a pedophile

After the Hogwarts Express arrived at the school, the students who got off were obviously still in shock. The old students were fine, but the faces of the first-year freshmen were all pale.

The children's fears came to a head when Dumbledore announced that Dementors were about to garrison the several entrances to the school grounds, and immediately there was a great uproar in the Great Hall.

After Dumbledore tapped his silver cup and made a loud bang with his wand, the students all fell silent and looked at him.

"They are stationed at all entrances to the school grounds," continued Dumbledore. "During their stay here, I must make it very clear that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. Dementors should not be Deception by tricks or disguises, not even an invisibility cloak."

He added this sentence without expression, obviously the old man had suffered a lot from Fudge, "Dementors don't understand what is a plea or an excuse. So I warn each of you: don't give them any harm. Any excuses. I'm counting on the Prefects, and our new Head Boys and Head Girls, to make sure that no student comes into conflict with a Dementor."

Dumbledore paused again.He looked around the auditorium seriously, but no one moved or made a sound.The old headmaster nodded with satisfaction, and introduced the new professor of the protection of magical creatures to the students—the gamekeeper and key keeper Hagrid.

Gryffindor cheered, Slytherin looked disgusted, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff didn't respond.

Severus glanced at Hagrid, who was sitting at the end of the chair, and frowned.He remembered that when Harry was choosing courses, he took the protection of magical creatures. If Hagrid got some dangerous creatures such as hippogriffs... He didn't forget that Draco was injured by that thing in his previous life. what happened!Thinking of his little sweetheart going to such a dangerous class, he almost wanted to give Hagrid a permanent stun spell right now.

So before going to bed at night, he specially told the little thing in his arms to pay attention to safety during the magical creature protection class, and to stay as far away from Hagrid as possible.

"Why?" Harry asked puzzled.

Severus warned him seriously with a straight face: "If you don't want to get hurt and come back to me crying, remember my words! Hagrid always likes to raise some dangerous creatures. Do you remember the big three-headed dog in the first grade? Is that what he raised, and he still calls that thing 'baby'!"

Harry shivered and nodded hastily, "Well, I will definitely listen to you!"

In the middle of the night, Severus dimly felt the little body in his arms struggling non-stop, and the little lover's feet kicked his calf hard, waking him up instantly.

He opened his eyes and turned on the bedside lamp to see that the little thing was waving his hands and feet to break away from his arms, his eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was still muttering.

Severus hugged him tightly, put his ear to his mouth and listened carefully...

"Hmm... Sev, don't... it's hot..." Harry's feet kept kicking and kicking under the blanket, with a lot of force, "It hurts... it hurts... Sev, help me... woo woo woo..."

He was taken aback, and subconsciously lifted Little Thing's bangs to look at his scar, only to find that there was nothing unusual about the scar.

Harry was still struggling.

Severus quickly shook him awake, "Harry! Wake up! Don't sleep, wake up!"

The little body in his arms trembled suddenly and stopped struggling.Harry opened his eyes slowly, and asked him blankly, "What's the matter with Sev..."

"Didn't you say it hurts? Where does it hurt? Is it your scar?" Severus asked him anxiously, "Does it still hurt?"

The little thing was stunned for a while, and suddenly blushed and buried his head in his chest, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

"Really?" Severus pulled him up suspiciously, and asked seriously, "Where does it hurt?"

The little thing kept shaking his head but didn't speak.

"Why don't you talk again?" Severus felt that it was too annoying, why did this little thing always say nothing when it was supposed to!

Thinking of the previous time when he asked such a question, and the ridiculous reason of the little lover, he suddenly seemed to have grasped the point.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the red face of his little lover, Severus chuckled, and asked in a low voice maliciously: "Grown up, huh?"

"No, no!" The little thing shook his head desperately, and the fluffy hair was fluffed up, looking very funny.

"Really?" Severus reached out and raised his chin, "Why are you so blushing? Also, how do you know what I mean by growing up?"

Harry's face was blushing almost to the point of bleeding, his eyes flicked from side to side and wandered here and there, but he didn't dare to look at him, and it took a long time before he whispered: "After the voice changed, Draco showed me a book Book……"

"What book?" Severus pressed.

The little thing grabbed the side of the summer quilt nervously, and stammered: "Boys, boys' little problems... something..."

"Hahahahahaha!" Severus couldn't help laughing, although he really wanted to take care of the little thing's face, but he couldn't help it...

"You, you are not allowed to laugh!" Harry pushed him angrily, lay down angrily, pulled the quilt over to cover himself, and ignored him again.

Severus tried to hold back his laughter, lay down and hugged him across the quilt and began to coax, "Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't laugh at you, cough..." He almost laughed again, so he coughed dryly, " So are you still in pain?"

Wrapped in a thin summer quilt, his little lover struggled and turned his back to him, and shouted awkwardly: "Don't worry about it!"

"It's really not necessary, huh?" Severus raised his mouth and reached into the quilt to grope for a bit.

"Ah!" Harry started to struggle in shock, the quilt was propped up by his flailing hands and feet from time to time, which made it easier for the older lover's big hand.

"Don't touch it!" The little thing was so ashamed that he was about to cry, "Sev is a villain! Woo...let it go, let it go!"

Severus moved his fingers and heard the little lover gasp.

"Okay, be good, I'm helping you." Severus wrapped him in his arms and locked him tightly, then "helped" him wholeheartedly.

From the thin summer quilt came the little thing's aggrieved sobs, "Woo... I hate... You, you make fun of me, it's still like this, it's not good for me..."

Severus sighed, pulled his hand out, pulled the quilt, exposed the little lover's head, kissed the other's reddish eyes tenderly, and helped him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I'm sorry, yes I was wrong, don't cry, okay?"

The little thing sniffed and looked at him aggrievedly, "Then don't laugh at me..."

"it is good."

"Y-It's not allowed to be like that just now!"

"Okay." Severus kissed his lips and sighed helplessly, "But aren't you feeling bad?"

Harry buried his head in his chest, moved his legs uneasily, and then said in a low voice, "Then, help me...but don't laugh at me!"

"Okay..." Severus turned over, pressed him down, lowered his head and kissed his tight lips, brushed his teeth with ease, then hooked his tongue to entangle, and soon Kissed him dizzy.Taking advantage of the little lover's unconsciousness, he stretched his hand down and held the energetic cylinder.

The piece of skin touched by the hand was extremely soft, but the temperature was scalding.

"Hmmmm... Severus..." The little lover's emotional hum came from the gap between their lips, and Severus felt hot all over.He tried to restrain himself, and focused on his hands wholeheartedly.

Maybe it was because Harry was still too young, Severus just moved briefly for a while, and felt the heat on his hands, the little body in his arms trembled suddenly, and then gradually calmed down.

"Huh... are you okay?" Severus asked softly, letting go of his rosy lips that had been kissed by him.

"Don't, don't ask..." Harry shoved him in embarrassment, his eyes were tightly closed and he dared not open them.

Severus used the wandless cleaning spell to clean off the stickiness on Harry's body and his own hands, then wrapped his little lover in the quilt, hugged him through the quilt, and comforted him gently: " Well, go to sleep, don't be so embarrassed in the future, I'm your lover, aren't I?"

"Hmm..." The little thing replied vaguely, and then he didn't make another sound, and he didn't know if he was really asleep or pretending to be asleep.

After a while, Severus found that his breathing was gradually steady, so he got up helplessly and went to take a shower. He was really sweating just now in order to restrain himself.Fortunately, his self-control is fairly strong, not so severe that he needs to take a cold shower.

Harry was still uncomfortable when he got up the next day, blushing at the sight of him.

Severus had no choice but to act like he didn't take last night's events to heart at all, talking to him as usual, and having breakfast together.Perhaps influenced by his take-for-granted attitude, Harry's attitude finally returned to normal at night.

The following days were still uneventful, until the fourth day after school started, when Harry went to divination class, he heard Professor Trelawney's prophecy to him.

"She said I would encounter bad luck... There was a Ravenclaw girl who secretly told her friends that I would die this year!" Harry said angrily, "I think Professor Trelawney is like a liar! I used to When I was in the Muggle world, I saw a gypsy fortune-telling girl like her, and Aunt Petunia said that all fortune-tellers are liars!"

Severus rubbed his head and nodded in agreement, "Actually, she predicts the death of a student every year, but I have to tell you, those people have lived well so far, everyone is used to it, only the ignorant Only the little girl will believe her. Even if she really made the correct prediction..." His face darkened, and he didn't continue speaking.

Harry's attention was all on what he said before, without thinking deeply at all, he just nodded obediently, "Well, I know, I won't believe her!"

Severus looked at his trusting face, and the thought of keeping the prophecy a secret deepened.He couldn't bet that Harry knew his reaction after reporting the prophecy to Voldemort, so even if he felt guilty, he would never let Harry know about it.He was a Slytherin, which meant that his methods were not so aboveboard at times, and Harry was too important to him to allow any accidents to spoil their relationship.

"Sev, what are you thinking? I'm asking you something," Harry tugged at his sleeve, "I'm going to take the Protection of Magical Creatures class tomorrow, do you want to make some preparations?"

Severus came back to his senses and smiled at him, "Don't be so nervous, you just need to stay away from Hagrid."

"Oh...then I will tell Neville to be careful tomorrow." The little thing said as if he was facing a big enemy.