[HP] warm

, I want to sleep for a while..." He quickly fell on the pillow and pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

The author has something to say: Haha, I didn't expect the Dark Lord to burp like this.This story teaches us not to hit a baby in front of a dad, or he will run wild from a cat to a lion.

As for why the professor was at Harry's bedside, there was a reason for that.As for why, I will talk about it in the next chapter. O(∩_∩)O See you tomorrow~

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"Harry Potter!" Snape suppressed his urge to strangle that little thing to death, and called out his name letter by letter, hoping that the guy would have some self-knowledge and take the initiative to admit his mistakes.But it was obvious that he underestimated Gryffindor's thick skin. Instead of sticking out of his head, that little hairy head got deeper and deeper.

"Harry Potter, come out!" Snape pursed his lips angrily and shouted in a threatening tone.

"Professor, my head hurts." A pitiful voice came from under the quilt, and the big white bag in the middle of the bed tightened suspiciously, and then quickly returned to calm.

"Harry Potter!" Snape called his name again with a grim expression.

"I don't just have a headache, I also have pain in my hands, feet, and body...Professor, am I going to die..." The muffled murmur sounded very pitiful, making people who didn't know that the person on the hospital bed Really terminally ill.It's just a pity that this show of weakness not only failed to win the Potions Professor's sympathy, but completely ignited all his anger, causing him to tear off the quilt with all his strength, revealing the little boy in the hospital gown, " You should be glad you're not dead yet, when you jump mindlessly off your speeding broomstick, you risk breaking that annoying little neck of yours!"

Snape hated the sport of Quidditch, always had, now, and always will!

"Professor, I'm sorry." The messy-haired little boy curled up in the middle of the messy quilt, facing Snape's anger, a timid and weak smile appeared on his face flushed from holding his breath, "I know I I shouldn't be flying to the teacher's bench, but I was too scared at the time, there are so many balls in the sky, nowhere is safe, I thought you would protect me, so I was like, did I do something wrong? Professor Quirrell how's it going?"

This is about the same. I remember that every time James got into trouble, he would talk to himself like this. Usually, when he heard this tone, he seemed to no longer have the heart to criticize that child.But, does this trick work for Snape?Harry thought nervously, and secretly looked up at Snape's expression, the Potions Master didn't seem to accept this kind of thing.

Snape looked at the boy in front of him, and was very suspicious of his explanation, because the posture he threw on Quirrell seemed to be desperate, not "unintentional" at all.But he looked and looked, and apart from nervousness and grievance, he really couldn't find any suspicious marks on the boy's face.

Maybe I was too suspicious, Snape couldn't help thinking this way in his heart, he was just an 11-year-old boy after all.Leave it to Dumbledore to find out the truth. Anyway, he is just a potions teacher, not the headmaster.

"What you should care about now is not how Professor Quirrell is doing, but how you will be punished!" Lifting that layer, Snape was angry at his repeated acrobatics on the broomstick, "I really doubt your brain What's in it, how can you do such an unbelievable stupid act! Do you know what you would have become if no one had caught you in the first place! You know that because of your stupidity, now in school , "He said and stopped here, thinking that it would be better not to tell Harry about Quirrell's true identity, so as not to frighten the children.

Harry huddled himself into a ball as much as possible, making his sense of existence smaller and smaller, and pleaded aggrieved in a low voice, "I believe you, Professor, will be able to catch me. I was dazzled at the time, and I was originally He was planning to fall into your arms, who, who told him to sit next to you." Harry pursed his mouth, looked at Snape with tears in his eyes, complaining and being wronged at the same time, expressing that he accidentally overwhelmed Quirrell completely. It was an accident.

"Then I have to thank that I wasn't the one who was crushed to death!" Snape's voice still sounded angry, but not so angry anymore.In fact, Snape felt a strange warmth when he instinctively sought refuge around him when he heard Harry talk about danger.

He believed in himself, Snape was surprised by the fact that even though he hadn't been gentle and friendly with him, the kid still believed in himself when it was most dangerous.Snape didn't know how to describe his feelings, but he knew that he didn't hate the feeling.

Seeing Snape's sudden silence, Harry was a little overwhelmed, but he changed the subject secretly, "Professor, why have you been here with me all this time? Is it because you care about me?"

"Are you talking in your sleep, Potter!" Hearing these words, Snape roared immediately, "If you hadn't held on to my sleeve in a coma, you would have thought I would be waiting here You wait until now."

"So that's it." Harry nodded, well, actually I didn't pull you now but you still didn't walk away, so Professor you are actually very nervous about my safety, aren't you?There is no need to explain, explaining is covering up.

"What are you looking at!" Harry's eyes made Snape very uncomfortable, and he stood beside the hospital bed and said aggressively in his usual mean tone, "Damn Potter, if you think you can rely on your fame to be in Hogg? If Woz does whatever he wants, then I have to tell you that you are very wrong. Regarding your bad behavior, I decide, "

"Snotlite, what are you going to do to my godson!" Before Snape could finish his sentence, a louder growl came from the door, and then a black figure ran over from there very quickly, throwing him heavily Nepe pressed against the wall, "I warn you, don't bully Harry!"

"Here," Harry looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and was so surprised that he didn't know how to speak for a moment.He hadn't expected to see Sirius on this occasion. Shouldn't he be recuperating at Saint-Germont Hospital?

Although Sirius was released from prison very early, it is said that his spirit was very unstable, so he has been recuperating in Saint-Germont.Harry looked into his heavily dark-rimmed eyes and apparently dull, glazed eyes, and realized that his godfather was in a worse mental state than when he first saw him in his previous life.At that time, he still had hatred to support him, but now, he didn't even have the slightest thought.After getting along with the dementors for a long time, he became irritable and irritable, always in inexplicable depression and sadness, and his whole person became a little nervous.But the only good thing is that his health looks good, his thin face has some flesh, and his body looks strong.

"Go away, you stupid dog with no brains!" Snape was indeed inferior in terms of brute force, so he was almost breathless from Sirius' pinch, but his hand was already struggling to reach into his robe to grab it. Pulling out his wand, he looked like he was going to take the opportunity to hit him.

These two people have never been able to speak a word properly. Seeing that two men in their 30s were about to fight in front of him, Harry quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed Sirius by the hem of his clothes to interrupt, "Mr. ,who are you?"

Although he knew it was Sirius, they had never actually met, so he had to act unfamiliar.

Harry wasn't very worried about Snape, he was only afraid that if he moved too slowly, Sirius would be beaten to death by Snape.After all, although he was reluctant to admit it as a godson, it was a fact that Snape's brains were better than Sirius', and this man's stinginess and grudges were also astonishing.

"Who am I, you ask?" Sirius was petrified when he heard this sentence, and the hand holding Snape's collar slipped unconsciously, with a dazed look that life would be better than death.This obviously pleased Snape, and he even raised the corners of his lips in pleasure.

"Harry, I'm your godfather, how can you not recognize me." Sirius squatted down and hugged Harry, yelling emotionally, and suddenly buried his head in his shoulder and burst into tears Get up, "My poor little Harry, you are so big in a blink of an eye, but I can't do anything. Woohoo, I'm so useless, Harry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I came to see you so late .”

"Sir, no, godfather, I mean, can you, stop crying?" Harry looked at Sirius a little helplessly, he didn't expect such a big man to cry whenever he wanted to.Looking at Snape for help, he found disgust on his face.

Well, it's lucky that he didn't fight with Sirius, as for consolation or something, it's not the reality of not dreaming.

"I planned to come back to see you later. I know I'm in a bad state, and I'm afraid to scare you. However, they said you were injured, so I ran over from Saint-Germont overnight..." Sirius Holding Harry choked up, he explained why he was here. It turned out that he ran here privately from the hospital.Fortunately, Saint-Germont's fireplace communicated with Dumbledore's office, and those portraits told Dumbledore immediately, so there was no major leak.

Sure enough, is it Sirius' nature to sneak away... Harry thought helplessly, Azkaban, you can just run away, Saint-Goddess