[HP] warm

That's scary.

"Professor, medicine, what kind of medicine should you rub or drink?" Harry stood in front of Snape's medicine cabinet with a small stool, looked dizzy for a while at the densely packed bottles, and asked in a helpless whisper.

If he had known this earlier, he should have learned more about potions.

"You should go back." Snape frowned, but did not answer Harry's question.Well, he admitted that he underestimated this brat, at least from the few spells he used just now, it seems that his level is far more reliable than the average brat, which shows that he can definitely return to Gryffindor safely Tower, so it's time for him to leave.

Hmph, don't think that letting him send him back will allow him to dictate his own territory.An imp is an imp!The most important thing to do is to obediently go to bed at the specified time and sleep at the specified time, instead of trying to do something beyond his ability here.

"Professor, what medicine do you need?" Harry stood there holding the cabinet door and looking at Snape, his small face was full of anxiety, as if he hadn't heard what he said just now.

How long has it been since anyone has worried about themselves like this?Looking into Harry's eyes, Snape was momentarily in a trance.In other words, no one has ever worried about him, no matter before or now, no one cares whether he will be injured.

"Get out!" The sudden strange feeling made Snape feel very embarrassed. He was not used to this greasy tenderness, so he growled directly, trying to scare Harry away.But I didn't expect that such an action would affect the injured area, and I couldn't help coughing for a while.

"Professor, what's wrong with you!" Harry jumped off the stool in an extremely thrilling movement, rolled to his side like a little fur ball, and then patted him on the back with concern, but then touched his back again. A look of shock and guilt appeared on his face as he turned his back.

When his hand touched his robe, Harry realized that Snape's back seemed to be scratched by a dog's paw, and he was still bleeding continuously, and even the back of the dark green sofa was unknowingly stained black. .

"Professor, your back is bleeding!" Harry half-kneeled beside Snape, took out his wand and carefully slit his robe to pieces, then looked at the pale and thin back, which could be regarded as shocking. When he saw the wound, he couldn't help but gasped.

What's so scary about this? Back then, the Dark Lord attacked more than this, and he couldn't bear it.Snape couldn't stand Harry's fuss and turned his attention to other things.

Harry was on Snape's shoulder, so Snape could only see the messy back of his head when he turned his head, but that didn't stop him from asking questions. "Your spells are good. The splitting spell is not a must-learn spell for first-year students. And this level of precision that only cuts clothes without hurting people may be difficult for a fifth-year student at Hogwarts." .”

"Well, is it?" Harry's heart tightened, had he been discovered, but it's no wonder that this man is so cautious, and if he hasn't discovered such a big flaw in himself, it would be too insulting to him as an excellent double-faced man. The ability to spy.

"Professor, can I take this as your compliment to me?" Harry carefully tore off the clothes on Snape's back, then straightened up and knelt opposite him, adjusted his glasses and smiled happily, "This is I taught myself, and I've seen it well documented in my dad's notes, with lots of tips for controlling the force. I know I'm doing okay, but, I don't know if it's good enough in your opinion The fifth graders are resigned."

"Hmph! Another conceited Potter!" After hearing Harry's explanation, Snape's face twisted immediately, obviously angry at himself for accidentally praising his arch-enemy, so he successfully reached Harry wished not to discuss the subject of his level of enchantment.

"I think white fresh is needed, that can stop the bleeding, let the wound grow, but everything else, some of those wounds are green, and some are gradually turning black, I think there should be poison on the dog's paw, what detoxification we need to use Potion?" Seeing that Snape was no longer obsessed with his level of enchantment, Harry lay there again observing Snape's wound, then described the symptoms to him, and asked him which medicine he should use.

The child's soft, milk-scented body leaned against him warmly, which made Snape, who rarely interacted with people, feel very unnatural, so he suddenly pushed Harry down with his hand, pretending not to see him With a hurt expression, "It's none of your business, I'll say it one last time, go back!"

"Sorry, I can't." Harry rubbed his sore wrists, propped his hands up and sat up, his eyes stared blankly at the dark green carpet, and from Snape's angle, he could see the corners of his lips condescendingly The pursed arc is tenacious and stubborn.

"Professor, you may not understand what you represent to me. To be honest, I hate, or rather, I hate your world. After hiding everything and leaving me alone in the Muggle world for 11 years, and because of you Need a savior to bring me back. Gimme my wand, tell me I'm the one who was destined to destroy the Dark Lord, but never tell me why. I can be a favorite if you like, if you don't I'm glad, I'm a liar with megalomaniac paranoia." Harry thought of the things he encountered in his previous life, grabbed the lapel of his chest and smiled miserably, "I'm actually a doll in the wizarding world. Dress up in all sorts of ways and get kicked out when you're not needed."

"So, I hate the wizarding world, and those people who put out their hands to me in a haughty gesture as if they want to help me out of the sea of ​​suffering, because obviously you are the main culprit of my misfortune." Harry bowed his head, thin and small His shoulders trembled slightly, "But fortunately, I met you and caught me before I was overwhelmed by this terrible negative emotion. Those medicines that you forcefully poured not only saved my life, but also let me My head is clear, not everyone is using me, or some people care about my life and death from the bottom of their hearts. Maybe they can't say nice things, maybe their actions are a little rough, but when your claws have no intention When you scratch them in the middle, what you receive is not beating but appeasement."

Harry lowered his head. He is not a person who is strong enough to survive on hatred. If he hadn't been forced to calm down during those days, he really didn't know what would happen to him in the future.But fortunately, the actions of Snape and Draco gradually awakened his love for this world, allowing him to step into the magic world with a peaceful mind.

"I'm very grateful to you, and I've always wanted to do something for you, so please don't drive me away, even if it's just applying some medicine for you." Harry slowly raised his head to look at Snape, the sparkle in his eyes made him Can't say no.

Snape finally understood that he couldn't get rid of this little brownie, and if he wanted to get clean quickly, he could only get his wish, so he turned his head silently and ordered, "Medical cabinet number one." The sixth black bottle in the second row on the third floor, the fourth white bottle in the first row on the third floor, the penultimate transparent bottle in the third row on the fifth floor..."

"Okay, I'll come right away." Harry, who was still downcast and dying just now, immediately revived on the spot as if charged, full of blood and full of health, jumped up and roared towards the medicine cabinet, and then cracked open the cabinet the sound of.

This, that is, Gryffindor's vitality, huh... Snape lay there and thought in amazement, for some reason, he always felt cheated.

Forget it, let him go, Snape thought self-defeatingly, he was so disturbed that he didn't know what to think, he just hoped that the famous Harry Potter could leave as soon as possible and give him peace again.

Perhaps, he should ask Dumbledore to raise his salary. After all, it is not always easy to take care of the savior, and the savior's mood is so changeable that he can't stand it at all.

"You're amazing, you don't need to look to know where these medicines are." Half an hour later, Harry was kneeling next to the carpet to help Snape's wound with a bottle of black plaster that he had never seen before, removing the pungent smell Other than the smell, the effect of this plaster is really unbelievable. With the penetration of the medicinal power, the hideous wound healed quickly visible to the naked eye, and returned to the uninjured state before.

"I made those. Of course I know which row and which grid they are placed in." Because of the effect of the medicine, Snape's voice seemed a little lazy. In fact, if he didn't think Harry was too annoying and fussy, he That's why I wouldn't use this medicine.This was specially prepared for Lucius's peacock, who was reluctant to let his fair skin be damaged in any way. In the era of the Dark Lord, he would take a bottle from here every other week, but Snape knew that he just didn't want to let it go. His wife and son were worried or terrified knowing what they had suffered.

Snape hadn't thought he'd be using the drug, and seemed to think that someone like him never had to hide his scars because no one cared about them.

"Okay, it's finished." It didn't know how long it took, and when there were no traces of injury on Snape's back, Harry stopped in satisfaction.He pressed Snape's back to examine the fruits of his labor, and felt that the delicate and warm touch was much more comfortable than the inhuman coldness of the master himself, so he couldn't help touching it twice more. Only then did he close his hand without hesitation.

There was no response, probably because there is some kind of sleep-promoting drug in those medicines.