[HP] Dark Godfather

Severus Snape looked at the immature faces below with a serious face, "You came here today to learn not only a subject, but also an art, black magic, profound; black magic Magic defense, flexible and changeable, I don't expect each of you to be an Auror, and I don't expect you to be able to stand up when the real horror comes. Facts will prove that when facing a real black magic attack, you are the best. Fight back decently, or flee in embarrassment. I don't encourage you to seek death, so I suggest that those of you who have a head full of muscles learn to run for your life before taking this Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Although, I strongly doubt you ability to escape..."

Professor Snape's words are still sharp, but this year no one cares about the irony in his words anymore. When the shadow of the two generations of Dark Lords hangs over the world, learning some defensive skills is definitely the most important concern of every child and even the parents of the children topic.

In the new school year, Dumbledore hired a senior potions professor Horace Slughorn to replace the Snake King, and Dean Slytherin finally got his wish as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Nepe has been a substitute teacher for several Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. He has his own set of teaching methods. Since Sirius Black taught Defense Against the Dark Arts last school year, Hogwarts students have made progress in minor jinxes. It can be said to be extremely fast, and the black magic level of some senior students has reached the level of internal recruitment of Death Eaters.

"Very well..." Snape often thought during his lectures, "if the Dark Lord takes Hogwarts, he will have a lot of qualified Death Eaters without much trouble."

"Very good..." thought Snape, seeing a Gryffindor practice the Dark Arts skillfully in class, "and the Order of the Phoenix has a whole lot of backup."

"It couldn't be better..." Snape thought, noticing that the children at Hogwarts were still obsessed with the prank games from last term, "some people will leave forever, don't worry The old and new demon kings have joined forces, Dumbledore, that stupid dog is definitely more harmful..."

In this way, Snape laughed at himself in class during the day, and worked hard at night to make potions for Dumbledore to keep his life alive. He intentionally kept himself busy, because only busy work could make him temporarily forget about his hopeless future.

But work always comes to an end. At this time, Snape found that the red-haired and green-eyed shadow in his mind was getting dimmer, "I can't protect her child..." clutching the hair on his left arm Clearly marked, Snape was often in the throes of powerlessness.

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"You have a new email!"

An unexpected voice interrupted the painful battle in the professor's mind. Professor Snape looked up in astonishment, and found that an enamel doll in the shape of a little devil appeared on his desk at some point, staring at the red eyes, revealing two With a pointed canine tooth and an arrow tail dangling at him, he kept smoking and said, "Snotty, you have a new email!"

Snape raised his eyebrows and stood up slowly, pointing his wand at the little enamel devil doll.

The little devil continued to spew green smoke and yelled, "Snotty, are your hands stuck with slugs? Quickly answer the mail?"

Snape snorted coldly, "Stupid dog!" He said to the little devil doll, "Torn apart!"

"Crack!" The little devil doll shattered into powder and turned into green smoke. A package appeared behind the smoke. On the package was a sticky note with the words "Surprise for the Snotlone!" signed "Wise and mighty Blake!" ".

Snape frowned, and after carefully detecting the package and its surroundings with his wand, he said "torn apart" to the package.

This time the package was still intact, but the handwriting on the note turned blood red—"This is the only trick you know?" followed by a crazy smiley face pattern.

Snape pursed his lips, reached out his hand and took out a bottle from his pocket, dabbed a drop of potion on the package, the package melted away quickly, even the sticky notes were dissolved.

Snape saw a piece of black paper in the package, and with a wave of his wand, the piece of paper was lifted by the Levitation Charm, and slowly came to Snape——

[Snot essence:

As much as I hate to write to you, I have a problem with reminding you that there is a nonsense reporter about the affair between my godson Harry Potter and your godson Draco Malfoy Very headache.

I've looked into it and Rita Skeeter is probably an illegal Animagus and if you don't want the color of your panties to be in the next day's Daily Prophet, better watch out for any inappropriate little ones around animal.

PS: Emphasize that Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy seem to have had close contact, you must not want to become in-laws with me!

Helpless Sirius Black]

Snape read Sirius' note with his mouth pursed and raised eyebrows, squinted his eyes, turned around and threw the note on fire into the fireplace, then, after thinking for a while, Snape went back to the office and took out a copy After carefully looking at the potion notes, he flipped through a few more pages of the potion book in his collection, and went back to the experiment table to set up the crucible.

Two hours later, Snape handed a bottle of extremely volatile medicine to Draco Malfoy.

"Listen, carry it with you, don't spill it, don't make me repeat it a second time, carry it with you!" Snape said to Draco with a serious expression.

Draco Malfoy looked at the bottle of potion with a pungent smell, and said with a sad face, "It must be like this?"

Snape folded his arms and said nothing, Draco resignedly stuffed the vial into his pocket, nodded respectfully to Snape and left.

After Snape watched his godson leave reluctantly and slowly, he showed a rare expression of joking, "Stupid dog, what kind of problem is this!"

The potion master turned around smartly, and the black robe rolled away. He had a better idea to improve the potion. At this moment, Snape's mind was once again occupied by other things, and he had no time to spend there. Thinking wildly.

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After only half a day, Mr. Draco Malfoy painfully found that he had become a humanoid mosquito repellent. Wherever he went, animals screamed, classmates avoided, and Mrs. Norris of Filch avoided him.

The aggrieved little platinum nobleman had no choice but to cast the illusion spell and walk to a place with few people to avoid embarrassment. He unknowingly lingered on a certain floor for a long time, wanting to find a hiding place in his heart, "If I can get rid of the smell on my body Just remove it..." Draco thought depressingly.

Then he was surprised to find a door to a room he had never seen before on the wall, and Harry Potter was tiptoing out of it with his back turned, closing the door by the way.

Draco raised his eyebrows, and was about to say something to startle him, when he suddenly heard Harry Potter whispering to himself, "Oops, I forgot the Invisibility Cloak...", so Harry opened the door again, intending to go in.

Draco stood on tiptoe and followed in silently.

Drake found that this room was surprisingly large, and there were all kinds of model props for practicing spells. It was obviously a good place to practice magic and experiment. Filled in a beautiful swimming pool.

"Strange, why has it changed again? It seems that there is an additional prefect bathroom?" Harry saw that the Room of Requirement had expanded again, and scratched his head in wonder, "Did I unconsciously think of taking a bath?"

Harry didn't bother to think about it, and headed straight for the cloak.

Drake saw Harry Potter take a cloak from the hanger next to him, wrap around it lightly, and then disappeared into the room.

"Aha, now I know the golden boy's secret weapon!" Draco thought, but before he could recover, Harry wearing the Invisibility Cloak collided fiercely with Draco who had cast the Disillusionment Charm Together, to make matters worse, the vial broke in Draco's pocket.

"Ah!" Harry rolled out of the cloak, looking at Draco who was in a panic after the spell was broken.

"It's you!" Harry looked at Draco who was jumping up and rushing to the bath in surprise.

"Too bad, this is the end of me, I'm going to be a skunk! お/稥" Draco yelled as he jumped into the bath.

At this time, Harry Potter, whose reaction was obviously slow for half a beat, found himself exuding a strange smell, and what surprised him most was that Draco, who had just stood up from the bath, also exuded a strange smell. Smell, Harry felt that Drake smelled very good, and Drake's face was gradually turning red, and his eyes were blurred.

That wet platinum hair was sexy, Harry thought...

Harry's green eyes were fascinating, Draco thought...

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Satisfied, Snape put the improved warning potion into the storage cabinet. As a rigorous potion master, he naturally wanted to ensure that the potion was as perfect as possible. The bottle that was given to Draco earlier smelled too strong. Just tasteless.

This bottle of potion, named by Snape as the warning potion, will naturally volatilize at a fixed frequency according to the changes in the carrier's magic fluctuations and hormone secretion levels. It can expel surrounding animals whose magic fluctuations reach a certain frequency. It is aimed at abnormal Anima. Gus.

Since it was a new type of potion, Snape hadn't tested its other functions. He didn't know that this potion had another effect under two special hormonal secretion environments at the same time.

PS: Professor Snape's potion is very useful, not long after, it is said that Ms. Rita Skeeter was injured in an interview mission, she got a strange disease, she is surprisingly sensitive to all smells, nose Sensitive than a dog, this female reporter lost weight amazingly within a week, because everything she smells is always going bad, and if someone near her sprinkles cologne or perfume on her body, it will be harmful to the reporter. The lady is a torture, she will keep sneezing until she suffocates.

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In the Response Room, Harry and Draco soaked sweetly in the bathtub, rubbing each other's backs, and happily discussing Quidditch and life anecdotes.

"Draco, really? You got my glasses for some reason, how cool!"

"That Norwegian Ridgeback was really cute that time, Harry, it's a pity that you sent it away, otherwise I would have asked my father to convince the board of directors to keep it in the Forbidden Forest..."

"At that time, Ron and I were right in front of you, you didn't even know, hehe..."

"Harry, why don't you try the potion for myopia, I think your eyes are really charming..."

"Hehe, Draco, your lips are beautiful..."

"Well... yours too..."

"Hmm... Strange, I still feel hot..."

"...Hey, Harry, where are your hands..."

"...Draco, don't, it's itchy..."

As the two boys get closer, the Room of Requirement strongly feels that the two users inside have a new need for the room, so the scenery around the bath changes again, a huge, soft, romantic heart A round bed appeared in the room, magical virtual roses bloomed around, and the soft candlelight lit up, reflecting the two intertwined shadows on the wall without distinguishing each other...

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At night, Sirius Black, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly heard the cheers from the devil vine. He turned over in a daze, smacked his lips, and then fell into a dark dreamland.

On the tapestry in the basement under Castle Black, the vines of Harry Potter representing the blood of the Potter family and Draco Malfoy representing the blood of the Malfoy family are gradually intertwined and firmly tied in a heart-shaped knot.