[HP] warm

, Did he think that Diagon Alley was his back garden?Did he know how many dark wizards there might be wandering here at night, and how attractive his savior was to those Death Eaters!

Snape turned his head angrily, and when he was about to spray the venom on the boy following him, he unexpectedly shut his mouth when he saw his appearance.

Harry Potter's condition was much worse than he had imagined. His pale face was covered with dust, mud and blood. It was so dirty that it looked like he had picked it up from a garbage dump. The well-fitting old clothes were riddled with holes from being hung up while running, but all this was far less than his obviously limping leg when walking.

"Sir, what's the matter?" When he turned his head, the child who was desperately chasing after him immediately stopped and looked at him vigilantly, like a rabbit that would run away when it was frightened.

"You're hurt." Snape pointed out the fact flatly, crouching down to examine his leg.The dirty and rag-like trousers were completely unrecognizable, but when his hands touched his knees, his little face wrinkled in pain.

"Sorry, it's okay, you can take me home now." Harry endured the pain and answered Snape as if nothing had happened. If it wasn't for the pale lips from biting hard to show that he was not having a good time, Snape You will think that it is someone else who is hurt.

It was he who was hurt, but he had to say sorry to others.

Snape didn't speak, just quietly looked at the boy who lowered his head and rubbed the hem of his clothes, he understood that this habit was because he was afraid of causing trouble for others.No one likes a child who is causing trouble everywhere, and no one in this world will tolerate your willfulness without limit except mother, so some precocious children instinctively learn to endure before they are sensible. One's own pain in exchange for the meager favor of others.

What a stupid guy!

Do other people's opinions really matter more than your own feelings?Since he was a child, Snape hated those children who pretended to be good in front of adults. In his mind, other people's compliments or curses were simply innocuous and trivial matters.

Snape would also hide his pain in front of others, but his purpose was not to make others think he was not a trouble, let alone to get the so-called praise and praise, he just didn't think it was necessary for people to know.

He disdains the sympathy of others and does not need the care of others.

People who see you as a nuisance, no matter how hard you try to be sensible, you are still a nuisance in their eyes.If so, what's the point of pitifully begging for approval.

But at this moment, looking at that childish but nonchalant face, Snape realized boredly that Draco, who was Harry's age, was still acting like a baby beside his mother, but this child had long since lost that power.

Anger disappeared so naturally.

He was just a kid who had to learn to protect himself.

Snape's eyes were empty and he thought, what if someone else was here?Dumbledore should have taken out his handful of candies that are too sweet to die for, and stuffed them into the child's hand, and then said a bunch of comforting words, until the little thing had tears of emotion in its eyes...

Don't expect me to do that!Snape snorted disdainfully, then put his hand on the boy's thin shoulders, and said viciously in his characteristic tone, "Mr Potter, an apology will not solve the trouble you caused me, in order not to let You are causing me more distress and proper treatment is necessary."

He felt the boy's body visibly shrank when he heard his words, and then replied softly, "Got it."

Admission

When Harry showed up in the Dursleys' kitchen one July morning, no one was surprised by his presence.

It seemed that Snape's confusion spell was very successful. Harry relaxed his shoulders and looked around curiously. It was the first time seeing these people after so many years. Even the most common disk could arouse his curiosity.But when he saw a piece of clothing soaking in an old porcelain basin in the kitchen, he immediately realized that he needed to do something.

"Harry, Harry!" When Aunt Petunia's dissatisfied cry came from outside, Harry quickly tore off the papers in the notebook, stuffed them into his pocket indiscriminately, and then walked out of the cupboard under the stairs. Get out, "Aunt Petunia, what's the matter with you?".

"What are you doing?" Petunia looked up and down the child suspiciously like an interrogator, trying to find out what was wrong with him.Unfortunately, under her gaze, Harry smiled nervously as usual, so she could only turn her head in vain, "It's nothing, it's just that it's almost time for breakfast."

"Oh, I see." Harry walked to the dining table. He had to set the table before breakfast. This was his job, and Aunt Petunia didn't have the habit of letting him eat for nothing.

Harry skillfully helped everyone set the tableware, because Ginny didn't like cooking very much, so Harry had done this job many times in the ten years after marriage, and he was already familiar with it.When he served breakfast, but neither Uncle Vernon nor Dudley came, he couldn't help but curiously pointed to a lump in the basin and asked knowingly, "What is this?"

"This is your new school uniform." Petunia pursed her lips and said unhappily, and it was only then that Harry remembered that he might have been sent to a school called Stonewall Middle School for junior high school.

"Oh, they look real," Harry said after searching for the right word, "different."

"Don't be silly, I dyed Dudley's old clothes for you to use. When I dye them, I'll wear them exactly like everyone else's." She was stirring the clothes vigorously as she spoke, and Harry saw her With that look, he really wanted to persuade her not to bother, because he would never go to the Stone Wall Middle School according to their arrangement, but in order not to be regarded as a lunatic, he obediently kept his mouth shut.

As Dudley and Uncle Vernon entered, Harry finally heard the mailbox click outside the door.This time he went outside to get the letter without waiting for Dudley to urge him.As I remembered, the admission letter was scattered on the mat in front of the door along with a pile of bills

very good.Harry smiled happily, looked up to the owl standing on the mailbox, took out the note from his pocket and tied it to its leg.After the owl flew away, he stuffed the letter under the mat, picked up the mess and went back to the kitchen.

That morning, like thousands of mornings in the Dursleys' house, was full of noise and all kinds of ridicules to Harry, but he didn't care, he quietly finished the various tasks assigned by Aunt Petunia, and then went out at noon When he was alone at home, he took back his admission notice.

When he saw the school uniform, he had already remembered that today was the day when Hogwarts mailed the notice, so he also understood why Snape was rushing to send him back before today.So taking advantage of that time, he had already scribbled a reply letter, telling them that he was willing to study at Hogwarts, and hoped that someone could guide him where to buy the things he needed.

Now, the only thing he has to do is to wait here for the appearance of the wizard who will pick him up.Who will it be this time?Will it still be Hagrid?Will there be a situation where Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore will come to pick him up?

Harry was looking forward to it.

Of course, he didn't dare to expect that Snape would come to pick him up, after all he had made him very angry last night.But before taking him to Apparate, Snape still helped him heal the wound on his leg with a cold face, and fed him a full dinner when he was hungry.

Touching the scar on his head, when the professor asked him how to learn how to use Floo powder yesterday, Draco was pulled out as a shield. After all, the professor couldn't find out what exactly one person and one cat said.As for the mother, Harry just replied calmly, "I think any person with a conscience will respect a mother's protection of her son, so is there anything wrong with asking you to swear to my mother? Do you know my mother, Professor?" See Looking at his face that turned livid in an instant, Harry couldn't help but check whether he was too bad.

But things finally got confused like this. Although the memory has not been erased, it should not be a pleasant memory for Professor Snape. Although Harry thanked him in front of the Dursley's house, Snape Still with a dark face, he said that he disliked Harry very much, and it was his greatest gratitude that Harry didn't hang around in front of him.

Well, this is really difficult to do, dear professor, if you don't resign or die, then I'm afraid we will have seven years to get along "well".

Thinking about it, Harry couldn't help shaking his head. It seems that Snape hated him, even time travel couldn't change it.

**

Three days later, the last day of July, Harry Potter's birthday.

Before he was 11 years old, he used to look forward to this day very much, envied Dudley's piles of gifts, and complained why his parents couldn't give him a surprise, but when he learned of the cause of his parents' death, he couldn't help it. It's a pity that this day is only spent by myself.

Compared with other shiny gifts, he thinks he has got the most precious gift in the world from his mother: life.She gave him life, and at the same time defended him with her own life, and other expensive gifts paled in comparison.

But for today, Harry is still very excited, because this is the day he officially came into contact with the wizarding world, or to be precise, the day he returned to the wizarding world.he can finally again