[HP] warm

《[HP] Warmth》

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It is a kind of happiness to be able to sleep for a long time without waking up, but unfortunately, I do not have this blessing.

When Harry Potter looked up at the dim light in the closet, there was no surprise, no shock, no horror, the only thing he did was to stare blankly at the dust in the air for a while, then closed his eyes. Eyes, eyes closed, eyes closed, eyes closed again, after making sure that he was not in a dream, he closed his eyes quietly again.

How happy it would be to die peacefully.

It's a pity that he couldn't even realize such a humble wish.

His head exploded in pain, as if he had just been stepped on by a group of giant monsters, the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.In fact, he was trampled to death by a huge magical creature just now.

Yes, he, known as the great savior, the boy who survived the catastrophe, after leading everyone in the wizarding world to defeat Voldemort, his reputation rose to the peak, and then he joined the Auror Command, and was promoted to Auror at the age of 27. Director of Luo's office, he was promoted to Deputy Minister of Magic four years later, and Minister of Magic three years later.But unfortunately, less than three months after he took office as the Minister of Magic, he was trampled to death by a giant dragon while assisting Aurors in capturing magical creatures.

How will the Daily Prophet cover the accident?Oh, must have sung the praises of the valor of the savior boy, lamented his death, elected the next minister quickly, and thrown him in the past faster than the old newspapers could be thrown away.

Hehe, no matter what, he couldn't read the memorial essays full of emotion.

However, among those who shed tears, how many were truly sad for him?

How many people can feel that this accident was actually a murder?

Thinking of this, Harry, who closed his eyes tightly, smiled slightly, remembering that when he was imprisoned by the spell of his own people and placed in front of the dragon, those people looked frightened or guilty or guilty or jealous or excited. I couldn't help but want to laugh.

Those, he used to trust, and he could hand over his back to their companions for protection.

I thought of the scene when my old subordinates rushed to my office eagerly and asked me for help, I thought of the scene when I faced the rampaging dragon and asked them to leave quickly, I thought of turning around, and found that everyone’s wands were aimed at me. The picture when I lost myself...

It's not like he can't break free from the black magic that imprisoned him to dodge.In fact, in the long struggle with Voldemort, his use of magic spells has been far superior to others, and if he wanted to, no one could murder him.

However, looking at the faces with their masks uncovered, Harry felt a kind of exhaustion in his heart, and suddenly felt that all struggles were meaningless.

He was heroic, senseless, and never afraid of death, but at that moment, he didn't know what he was living for.

He couldn't find a reason to work hard to live in this world.

Looking at his companion who raised the wand to him, he thought of the words that the loving elder said a long time ago when he wiped the wand full of fingerprints and returned it to himself: "The wand is used to protect the most important things. weapons, not murder weapons against each other."

What is his most important thing?

Relatives, friends, lovers...

But all this was taken away by the war.

Father and mother died, godfather died, Professor Dumbledore died, Lupine died, Professor Snape died, Fred and George died, and in the end, even Ron, Hermione, and others left him. and go...

He has nothing left.

In the beginning, in order to prevent the tragedy that happened to him from happening again, he raised his wand and shouldered the heavy responsibility of fighting against the Dark Lord with his light shoulders. Only those who have passed through that period will know how cruel the war really is.

However, he is a qualified fighter, but not a qualified politician.

It's not that she doesn't know how to calculate people's hearts, it's just that she doesn't want to think everything so dirty.

But unfortunately, he lost.

Looking into those anxious eyes, at the last moment of his life, Harry Potter smiled more easily than ever.

He put down his wand.

You don't need me anymore, then I will leave you forever.

It's great, I can't decide my origin, I can't refuse my identity, I can't shirk my responsibility, but at least at this moment, I can finally freely decide my death.

Goodbye, the magical world that brought me countless laughter and tears.

Better never see you again.

But Harry Potter didn't expect that fate had played a big joke on him. When he woke up again, he was ten years old, lying on a small bed in the closet with a high fever, and his life and death were uncertain.

It is a blessing to be able to die peacefully, but Harry Potter has always been a bad luck.

So, at this moment, seeing the man in black robe who suddenly opened the door of the closet, he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Professor, it turns out that we have met so long ago.

Take medicine

Do you want to knock on the door?

Severus Snape only hesitated for a second, then directly opened the closet door with an arahho hole.

Facing a family of muggles and a kid who was only ten years old, he really didn't need to alarm everyone. Of course, he would not get any welcome if he alarmed. This was already understood when he was in his teens.

He knew how much the family hated magic.

In fact, he just wants to come in quietly now, pour a bottle of potion for that damn kid quietly, and then quietly erase all traces and leave quietly.

He didn't want anyone to find out that he had come and saved the so-called famous savior boy.

Frowning with a frown that could kill mosquitoes, Snape stooped and walked into Harry Potter's small "room" that couldn't hold a grown man straight up.

Hell, he's just here to pour him a potion to make sure the savior boy grows long enough to save the whole world, so he's definitely not mad at the horrible circumstances, let alone being sick like a baby Anger and, love for the thin body of the boy who nestled on the bed like a cat.

However, when he bent down and touched the child's astonishingly warm forehead, he couldn't help cursing in his heart: The Dursleys should all be sent to Azkaban!

How could they, how could they treat a ten-year-old like this!

With a grim expression, he turned the child's head gently, unplugged the medicine bottle, and was about to pour the medicine into his mouth when he suddenly discovered that the child was awake.

With the luminescence from the magic wand, the deep black eyes like obsidian met the emerald green eyes.

At that moment, Snape panicked.

However, it was only for a moment.

No matter what the serious potions master was thinking about, he could freely put on the expression that you owe me a thousand Galleons, so his little panic was not noticed by anyone.

"Drink it." Since the kid has already woken up, it just happens to save him the troublesome procedure of feeding him himself.

After a lapse of more than ten years, Harry Potter saw this face that people love and hate again, and couldn't say anything for a while, so he could only look at him quietly, and looked at him in his eyes. His disgust and contempt can be seen all over the place.

This man guarded him with his whole life,

However, none of this guardianship comes from himself.

He guarded only Lily Potter's son.No matter who the boy was, as long as it was Lily's son, he would be willing to sacrifice his life for him.

The person he wants to protect has never been Harry Potter.

Harry looked into Snape's eyes, his distaste for him so direct and unabashed.

Recalling the high fever that lasted for a week in his childhood, he thought that his survival was due to the strength of the wizard's body itself, but he didn't expect that it was this man who secretly poured a bottle of magic magic for himself at night. medicine.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

He didn't know last time, so he couldn't refuse.But this time, he didn't want to accept any protection or charity.

Those things are too heavy.

When people around him died one by one because of protecting him, Harry Potter suddenly found that his life no longer belonged to him.

He owed too much, so he must follow the expectations of those people and walk on a road that can repay all the debts.

He doesn't want to be the savior, he just wants to be a simple, Harry Potter.

So, this time, he looked at the man quietly and rejected his offer, "Thank you, sir. But I don't think I need it, I will get better by myself."

The body of a wizard is different from that of a Muggle. Although this fever is uncomfortable, even without taking medicine, it can gradually get better under the automatic repair of magic power.

It's just that the process is longer and the pain is more, it's nothing to him at all.

Harry Potter may have mediocre talents in other areas, but in terms of tolerance to pain, he does not lose to anyone.

So, facing Severus Snape who was exuding a terrifying aura, he expressed his attitude with difficulty but clearly, "Thank you, but I don't need it."

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When Severus Snape heard Harry Potter's answer for the first time, he thought he had heard it wrong.

This damned little devil, he condescended to put down a pot of cute potion, and came to this disgusting Muggle gathering place in the middle of the night, trying to cure his cold with good intentions, but, but he dared to say unnecessary!