[HP] Dark Godfather

Harry Potter never thought that one day he would look forward to serving in Snape's cellar, but this time for Sirius, Harry Potter waited at the cellar door early. (Baidu search

At seven o'clock, Snape opened the cellar door on time, and the boy walked in lightly, closed the door politely, and looked at the potions master hopefully.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched almost invisibly, pointing coldly at a pile of unprocessed potion ingredients in the corner, "Go and chop up all the Achnatherum splendens, and grind the triad nuts into powder."

Harry Potter looked at the materials suspiciously, did not dare to ask questions, and honestly followed the professor's instructions to process the materials.

Snape slowly set up the cauldron, deliberately ignoring the boy's surprised gaze, and began to boil the potion in a leisurely manner.

Harry Potter cut the achnatherum more vigorously, and ground the nuts harder, as if he was afraid that if he was slow, he would not be able to catch up with adding materials to the professor.

When Harry Potter finished all his work, Snape said without raising his eyes, "You can go!"

Harry Potter stared at the cauldron that was still steaming, wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, and left the cellar with slow steps and three turns.

Harry walked forward, and Snape extinguished the magic fire under the cauldron with his hind legs. He bottled the brewed potion and put it in a storage cabinet beside it. The label on the outside of the storage cabinet clearly read "cold potion ".

Snape poured a cup of black tea, took out a book from the nearby bookshelf, sat by the fireplace and opened the book comfortably.

"Without the troubles of stupid dogs, life is much better!"

The potions master read the book with a sly smile on his lips.

And Harry Potter also felt that he had finally helped his godfather's condition through this labor service, and for the first time in the past few days, he had a good night's sleep.

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After the labor service on the third day, Harry Potter asked Snape hesitantly, "Professor, isn't my godfather's antidote ready yet?"

Snape stared at the boy with cold eyes, until Harry couldn't hold his breath and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the professor said slowly, "Are you questioning my potion level? Potter gentlemen!"

"No, no!" Harry shook his head like a rattle, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, he walked out obediently, and gently closed the cellar door for Snape.

Severus Snape curled the corner of his mouth sarcastically, walked slowly to the table that Harry Potter had tidied up, checked the results of the labor service slightly, and nodded in satisfaction.

Snape took out his wand, tapped the cabinet next to the black magic notes, the cabinet moved away, and there was a slender crystal bottle inside, Snape reached out and took out the bottle, shook it lightly, carefully Take a look at the green liquid in the bottle.

Snape thought for a while, put the bottle back in the cabinet, and sealed it again with a charm.

"It's a rare leisure, let's enjoy it for a few more days!"

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Harry Potter walked out of the cellar dejectedly and dawdled in the corridor.

"Gryffindor kid, never obey the school rules!" Filch's disgusted voice sounded.

Harry Potter turned back with a wry smile, "Mr. Filch, I just finished my labor service with Professor Snape!"

"You deserve it, boy, in the old days you should have been fined to clear the Forbidden Forest..." Filch said, glaring at Harry.

"..." Harry could only touch his head in embarrassment.

"What are you still doing here? Why don't you hurry back to your tower? Do you really want to stay with Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest?" Filch said viciously.

"Oh, got it!" Harry rolled his eyes boredly, turned and walked towards the dormitory, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered what Neville had passed to Ron last time.

"The day after tomorrow? Isn't that today? By the way, Hagrid seems to have something to do with me!" Harry's eyes lit up, he quickly ran back to the tower, pulled out his invisibility cloak, and slipped out in a panic.

"Oops, I don't know if it's too late!"

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After midnight, Harry Potter with a pale face returned to the dormitory. Without saying a word, he tucked himself into the quilt, "God, it's a dragon, and they want me to fight a dragon—I should have listened to Sirius Yes, the damned Triwizard Tournament!"

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On the day before the first Harry Potter game, Sirius finally woke up after taking Snape's antidote, but Sirius seemed to have forgotten how he was poisoned, and his memory was still stuck in the memory of talking with Harry. The day Leigh talked in the Gryffindor lounge.

"I just remember that after I walked out of the Gryffindor lounge, I went back to the dormitory to sleep? I don't remember what happened afterwards! Merlin, it's been so long, no wonder I feel like I'm going to rust! "The depressed Sirius didn't jump up and yell like everyone thought, but surprisingly cooperated with Madam Pomfrey's series of inspections.

"If you are as peaceful as you are now after taking the Confusion Curse and the Black Death Potion, I think you might as well give you some more doses!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, "Finally, it's time for you to be honest. "

Sirius stuck out his tongue mischievously, and winked back at Harry, trying to make his sullen godson smile, but found that Harry was a little distracted.

"Hey, Harry, why, seeing your old godfather wake up with such an expression, boy, did you miss your homework again without my supervision!"

Harry pulled his lips and forced a smile, "I'm very happy, Sirius, I'm so happy that you woke up!" Harry looked at his godfather sincerely, but the trembling of being hit by a dragon that night appeared in his mind The hot dragon's breath can be felt in the cage and far away.

Sirius frowned, thought for a while, and suddenly his face changed drastically. He stretched out his hand and brushed the air, and a green trace of time emerged, "Oops, tomorrow is the first day of the game, Harry!"

"I'm dead!" Harry thumped his head heavily on the side of Sirius' hospital bed, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm dead...Godfather, I'll embarrass you this time."

"What's the matter, don't you know what the first event is?" Sirius looked around to see if there was no one there, and then he came over quickly, his eyes were very bright.

Harry nodded dejectedly.

"What is it?" Sirius asked nervously.

Harry shook his lips and said with a mournful face, "Dragon Fight!"

Sirius froze, raked his hair violently, let out a rough breath from his nose, and beat his head nervously with the wand in his hand.

Harry jumped. "Are you all right, Sirius?"

"That's right!" Sirius turned his head suddenly and grabbed Harry, "Use the Coming Curse, Harry, the Coming Curse and the Firebolt!"

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

"Listen, Harry, it can't be fighting a dragon. It's not logical. Adult wizards can't fight a dragon head-on, so it's only possible to go around the dragon to get something. Son, the Triwizard Tournament is a competition for underage wizards. , No fatal missions are allowed!" Sirius said excitedly, "The reason why it was dangerous before was because you didn't know the content of the game and didn't have time to think about countermeasures, but this time if you confirm that there will be dragons in the first game, then it will be easy Too much, Harry, don't be so busy saying that you can't do it, if you don't need to fight dragons, you can still win with a few tricks, believe me, Harry, I'm good at it!"

Harry Potter's gloomy mood gradually warmed up with Sirius' words, and his green eyes became brighter and brighter, "Really? Sirius, can I really survive?"

"Hey, don't be discouraged. If you survive, I, Sirius Black, will dare to do anything to you. Let me tell you, Harry, I am not afraid of dragons. I can deal with the Hungarian Horntail!" Sirius ruffled Harry's hair vigorously until the boy grinned.

"Hmph, I heard a stupid dog bragging. I wonder why a guy who can't even dodge the Confusion Curse should brag about himself!" Before the Potions Master entered the door, Sirius was so angry when he said the words.

"Snotty, don't be complacent, I made a mistake for a while, there will be no second time!" Sirius roared angrily.

"Well...Godfather, you can wake up this time, thanks to the antidote made by Professor Snape!" After spending a few days with the professor, Harry Potter thought he fully understood the difficulty of brewing the antidote, so I really want to ease the conflict between the godfather and Professor Snape.

"What, they fed me the potion of snot spirit!" Sirius' face changed drastically, he stretched out his hand to grab his own neck, leaned forward, puffed up his mouth as if to spit it out, "Merlin, who knows if he has Add something else to it!"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to your expression when you know what's in it!" Snape looked at his nails leisurely, the malice on his face was undisguised.

Harry looked at the two professors speechlessly, "Can't they have a good talk with each other?" the boy thought gloomily.

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After Sirius woke up, he immediately started special training for Harry Potter, so eager that even Snape would not shy away from being there.

"The Firebolt is coming!" Sirius demonstrated again, and then urged Harry sternly, "Do you hear me clearly, read it like I did!"

Harry Potter nodded, rubbed his hands nervously, and read aloud, "Here comes the Firebolt!"

After a while, nothing came flying.

Sirius frowned, "Thinking of your Firebolt, boy, you have to think of exactly what you want instead of simply saying its name!"

Harry closed his eyes blushing, thought carefully, and read aloud again, "The Firebolt is coming!"

With a "swish", Harry's Firebolt shot out from nowhere and landed firmly beside Harry.

The boy grinned happily, "It's really simple!"

Snape snorted coldly, while Sirius on the side said encouragingly, "Yes, summoning is easy in this case, but Harry, this is just a test, and the next step is the warm-up exercise, and then I will fight for it." Two hours to familiarize you with the spell."

"Huh?" Harry turned his head to look at Sirius suspiciously, only to see Sirius slowly get off the hospital bed, turned his head left and right, moved his joints a bit, pulled his hair behind his ears vigorously with his right hand, and raised his head again, the godfather's face A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face, and the boy shuddered.

Sirius's wand appeared between his fingers at some point, and the tip was firmly pointed at the green-eyed boy, "One hour from now, I will cast attack magic on you non-stop, you have to dodge my attack as much as possible Call the Firebolt to your side more often, for an hour, Harry, you can do it!"

The godfather's last words were whispered like a whisper, and the boy's face changed drastically. He turned and ran almost without thinking, and he heard a loud explosion behind him, "Fire is raging!"

A scorching heat wave came from behind, and Harry Potter only had time to release a "armor bodyguard" before being staggered by the heat wave.

"Firebolts coming!" Harry yelled, but nothing came flying.

"Torn apart!" Sirius' voice sounded, and Harry had to run for his life.

In this way, Sirius chased Harry Potter and attacked and drove him violently, driving the poor little guy all over the campus like a hound chasing a kitten.

In the medical wing, Snape was standing by the window with his arms folded, looking at the two people who had chased them to the grass outside, the corner of his mouth curled up involuntarily.