When the savior is no longer the savior

, just talking about Snape's reaction - did he really want children?Or are you really ready to ask for it now?Harry wasn't even sure.

And James Lily and the others, Il... how do I tell them?Harry tried to imagine a friend who was 15 years old, male, pregnant and told him...is there anything else but weird?Harry thought with a wry smile.

Oh, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters.What if you want to fight?Let him hide? —Oh, stop joking!Harry thought distractedly.Whatever the reason, he will not - never - leave the fight!

And... at this point Harry hesitated.His eyes fell on his stomach.

And... he really, just like that, has a... child?

so unreal...

"Hello." The mirror on the wall said suddenly.It coolly says, "Don't look, you did gain weight."

Harry looked in the mirror.Three seconds later, he said calmly, "You read it wrong."

Breakfast this day was as usual.

When Harry came out of the bathroom refreshingly, the dining table was already covered with food made by house elves.

The food was still on the table, and Snape was reading the Daily Prophet, obviously waiting for Harry.

Harry pulled the chair across from him and sat down to pick up his knife and fork, but he didn't think he was too hungry.

Loss of appetite...?He unconsciously remembered the contents of yesterday's book, hesitated for a moment: "Professor..."

"Ok?"

"Your tomatoes...can you give me?" Harry asked, and then the question of the taste changes of pregnant people that he saw in the book yesterday emerged in his head-why do most of them like to eat sour?

"You don't like to eat?" Snape was a little puzzled.He gave Harry the tomatoes on the plate.

"I didn't like to eat it before." Harry took it, his heart was a little hairy, but he made up his mind and took a big bite——

……

"How does it taste?" Snape looked even more puzzled.

"..." Harry clutched his cheek, "...I think, I'm sure I still don't like it."

Then, the breakfast time passed as usual, and the two of them didn't speak any more.But after eating, Harry noticed that his food intake had really decreased—about the same as when he was affected by the contract a few years ago.

Symptoms of...another life?Harry still refused to think about that word. He tried to recall his food intake some time ago, so as to determine whether it was a real physical problem or just a psychological effect, but soon, Harry found that he could not remember what he ate a few days ago at all. What and how much he ate—at that time, he had been immersed in his rejection and loathing of the Dark Mark.

Harry was helpless, he kind of wanted to go to St. Mungo's again, and looked forward to receiving a letter from St. Mungo's one day, telling him in an apologetic tone that he was not pregnant in fact, and that the previous inspection report was wrong. Dora is pregnant...

But don't talk about letters, Harry who stayed in the cellar didn't even see the owl's hair.And as time went by, he found that he didn't want to eat much but didn't want to eat at all, and often felt sick and tired...

A series of changes made Harry very anxious. He was completely in no mood to pay attention to the Dark Mark on his arm. It was just that his relationship with Snape, for some reason, kept Harry going into the house on Christmas Eve. Cellar mode - of course, Snape had already rested in the bedroom, but the double bed had become two single beds.

Another morning.

This was Harry's eighth day in the cellar.When he woke up, Snape had already gone out, and the bed next to him was neatly made, and there was a hint of desertion, as if no one had slept on it.

Harry got up from the bed. He walked into the washroom and was about to wash his face when the usually quiet mirror spoke again, and there seemed to be a hint of doubt in his voice: "Hey, you look fat again."

It's the second time.Harry didn't say a word, feeling that he might really... well... have another life.

But what to do?Harry thought blankly.He hadn't told Snape yet, wasn't sure he really wanted him...

Abortion?Dora's words that night had entered his mind.He subconsciously shook his head.

Anyway, let the professor know first, but if the professor is not ready...

Harry didn't know exactly how he felt: slightly relieved, and more than relieved.He didn't think about it any more, he turned and went out after washing up.

Breakfast was set on the table as usual, and Snape was sitting at the desk, writing a treatise on potions.

"Professor." Harry called, looking at the food on the table, he felt his stomach churning with pantothenic acid.

Snape responded, he stopped writing, and walked to Harry with a bottle of potion: "Drink it."

"What's this?" Harry asked, taking it.

"Stomach potion," Snape replied.

The answer wasn't unexpected, but Harry hesitated and didn't act.In the past few days, he flipped through Dora's book, and it seems to mention that you can't drink medicine casually... Is this kind of medicine included in the scope of 'you can't drink casually'?

"Harry?" Snape asked sharply.

Harry quickly decided not to take any chances. He put the potion aside and gave a lame reason: "I have a good appetite today. I don't think I need this, Professor."

Snape was silent for a moment, he didn't say anything, he nodded his head to understand.

The two started breakfast.

Harry had barely had his first bite of bacon before he knew he had a terrible appetite for the day.He didn't show it, and took a gulp of milk to suppress the desire to vomit, but it didn't work, so Harry could only slowly cut the corner of bread and eat a few mouthfuls of salad occasionally (it's worth mentioning that he still Couldn't get used to tomatoes), trying to mix this breakfast up.

But Snape didn't seem to intend to keep silent this time: "Are you sure you don't need the Stomach Potion?"

"I'm sure, professor." Although he hadn't really made up his mind whether to have that new life, but knowing the danger, Harry naturally wouldn't drink the potion casually.

"I'm just...well, I don't have a big appetite this morning, it's not serious." Harry said a little guilty, and to prove the phrase 'not serious', he grabbed his glass and took a big sip of milk, but he was out of luck Well, the food that seemed to be fine just now turned upside down in his stomach, almost making Harry spit it out on the spot.

"...Are you really okay?" Even a fool could understand the question in Snape's words.

Harry wanted to say that I was really fine, but a sick stomach mercilessly let his lie go.He was so uncomfortable that his face turned a little blue.

Snape found this out, and the anxiety caused by worry and the annoyance of being isolated made him look gloomy. He grabbed his wand without hesitation and threw several routine detection spells at Harry.

The yellow ones represent unhealthy rays that light up in patches.

Snape's face became more and more ugly, and for a moment, he twisted the corners of his lips, and said with a smirk: "Mr. Ravens... is moderately weak, moderately malnourished, and has obvious legacy of spell damage—'I don't have any. Questions'?" He imitated Harry's tone perfectly, and finally pushed off the table angrily and stood up, growling: "Well, if Mr. Ravens really has no questions, please get out, it doesn't matter where , it doesn't matter what you do, just give your professor a quiet environment!"

"Professor—" Harry stood up after him.

But Snape's gaze was almost indifferent: "What questions does Mr. Ravens have?"

"I—" He opened and closed his mouth, "I—"

Snape walked forward, opened the cellar door, and turned to look at Harry.

Harry relented, saying, "Well - I - I have something to say."

Snape's clenched fists hidden in his sleeves suddenly relaxed, his face expressionless, and he said softly, "I'm all ears."

The door was closed again.

Snape and Harry sat by the sofa, and Harry didn't speak for a moment.Snape didn't seem to want to wait, and asked in an almost aggressive tone, "What happened that night?"

Of course Harry knew what Snape was referring to. At this time, although this matter could no longer plunge Harry into nightmares, it could still upset him.Harry didn't say much, just told Snape that Voldemort gave him a little spell damage.Then he said at once: "Professor, there is one other matter."

Snape wanted to know the details of that night, he frowned slightly, thinking that Harry wanted to change the subject, but he still followed Harry's topic and said, "What's the matter?"

When things came to an end, Harry felt overwhelmed.He took several deep breaths in a row before suppressing the illusory and absurd emotions in his heart, and then found his own voice to speak—of course, at this time, he had no energy to notice whether his voice was hoarse and distorted.

"Well, Professor, I seem to have a... well, child...."

"What?" Snape didn't understand.

"Looks like I'm... having a baby," Harry repeated under his breath, feeling his cheeks burn.

The cellar was silent for 5 minutes.

Snape's dull voice said, "Child?"

Harry kept his mouth shut; he wouldn't say it a third time anyway.

Snape didn't seem to expect Harry to make a sound either.He first reached out and pressed his forehead, then shook his head slightly, then he stood up and wandered around in the cellar, and when he came to the dining table, he unconsciously picked up Harry's glass of milk and drank it, and then Unconsciously, he went back to the sofa and sat down, staring at Harry.

Harry was very unnatural, he coughed twice awkwardly: "Professor?"

Snape didn't answer.His rationality gradually came back, he opened his mouth, and just said "you", he found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear clearly.

He stopped, and slowly heard the sound of his own heartbeat - very clear, and more and more rapid and rapid, affecting the blood and nerves, causing a strange sense of tension to spread its tentacles in his body, controlling every corner...

"...the child?" Snape finally spoke. "You mean...your child? And...me?"

The heat that had just faded came back within seconds, and Harry turned his face away uncomfortably, before muttering, "I don't think there is a second choice."

For the first time in his life Snape didn't know what he was thinking or feeling.He slumped on the sofa, covered his face with one hand, and muttered to himself: "Merlin's lace stockings..."

96

96. Old contradictions and new problems...

So... what was the reaction?Harry was a little apprehensive: "Professor?"

Snape didn't speak.

Harry's heart sank, he pursed his lips, and said a little uncomfortably, "I know, this is a bit strange..."

"Strange?" Snape responded, he frowned, his expression was stern, and he rarely raised his voice, "No, I'd rather you say surprise!"

This time Harry didn't talk to him.

Snape shook his head slightly again, as if trying to shake himself off of something unreal and unbelievable.

He asked Harry slowly: "Since when did you know..."

Harry sincerely thanked the other party for not saying the word directly: "I went to St. Mungo's for Christmas and found it by accident."

"So you're back." There was no doubt in Snape's tone.He looked at Harry and nodded, then said in a complicated tone after a slight silence, "I should really thank him... or her?"

Harry couldn't figure out how he was feeling right now.

"Harry, what do you think?" Snape thought for a moment, then asked directly, "Do you want this child?"

"I don't know." Harry hesitated.Snape's usual attitude made him feel a little disappointed while being relieved."I never thought about it," he said.

Although Snape didn't speak, Harry could tell from the other's expression that the other was just like himself, 'never thought about it'.

He waited breathlessly for Snape's answer.

There was a brief silence in the cellar.

Snape thought it over, "Harry, you're still in class, you're only fifteen...you may not know it, but it's really dangerous..."

Harry got the answer he had thought.He just felt empty in his heart.

"Harry?" Snape looked worried.

"Huh? Uh—it's okay." Harry rubbed his face to hide the disappointment on his face, and he said, "Then go to St. Mungo's for consultation in two days?" He thought for a while, and then said, "Myself Just one person is fine."

"No, I'll go with you." Snape said quickly, without doubt.

Harry shrugged, not arguing with Snape on the matter.

The matter came to an end, but of course breakfast could not go on.Now that it was out of the way, Harry didn't bother to hide his poor appetite.

Snape thought about it, and ordered another salad from the house-elf, the only salad Harry could eat, and handed it to Harry.Harry didn't say anything, just took a mouthful and started to eat it.Prepared for Snape's next question - it put him in a bad mood, to be honest.He couldn't help but hope that Snape would forget about it for a while, although that was unlikely...

But Snape continued to sit back at his desk, writing his Potions report.

Harry was stunned. He waited for quite a while, but he didn't see any other actions from Snape. Only then did he suddenly realize that Snape really forgot to ask him about the night of the Triwizard Tournament.

Merlin, is this considered compensation?Harry couldn't help thinking from the bottom of his heart, he lowered his head like an ostrich with a bit of unspeakable gratitude, and immediately accelerated the speed of finishing the salad in the bowl.

It was a day like any other...well, obviously, it was nothing like any other day.

It wasn't about Harry telling Snape that he had a baby.

In fact, after returning to the desk to continue writing the potions report, Snape spent an entire hour writing a line of parchment, and at an hour and five minutes more, he even looked up and asked Harry: "What is it?" Can it remove scars?"

Harry was dumbfounded by the question: "Maybe... Bai Xian?"

"What about stopping the bleeding and closing the wound?" Snape asked subconsciously, he didn't look like he was trying to challenge Harry at all.

"...Is it white meat too?" Harry said.

"Well," Snape murmured, "Bai Xian is really useful." He lowered his head and wrote a few strokes on the parchment.

"..." Harry.

Afterwards, Snape continued to write the report, and Harry glanced at Snape suspiciously, then lowered his head and continued to read the contents of the book.

He obviously didn't expect that this is just a trivial beginning of today.

At lunch time, Harry still had no appetite.

Snape no longer let Harry take the stomach potion, but just when Harry went to wash his hands in the bathroom, Harry returned to the table and found that his lunch had become a full fruit meal, which contained Fragmented, whole, one, clustered... all kinds of fruits.He believes that the fruits in front of him have already included all the fruits that can be seen in this season.

Flattered, Harry told Snape that he didn't have to go to such trouble, that he could—well, take normal food.

Snape didn't say anything about it. After lunch, he left the report and sneaked into the potions laboratory beside him.

Harry didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw Snape walking around the room with a book in his hands several times from the sofa, Harry finally felt curious.

Taking advantage of Snape's temporary calling, he walked into the Potions Lab openly and flipped through the books Snape had just read - Snape obviously didn't think about putting them away.

"Basic Knowledge of Potions", "Explanation on How to Prepare Potions That Are Gentle and No Side Effects"...

Professor Snape suddenly forgot the basics?Reminiscent of the previous conversation about Bai Xian, Harry looked a little weird. He read down the third potions book, but suddenly froze.

Wait, this——He thought of something, and quickly moved towards the high pile of books, not surprisingly, he found that the contents of the bottom few books were all similar to the third book.

Harry didn't look any further.He silently put the book back to its original position and left quietly.

The night was quiet.

In the bathroom, Harry retched in front of the sink.He didn't turn on the light, but used his wand to release a little fluorescent light for illumination.

In fact, the light at this point is actually not necessary.Because Harry's full attention had been taken away by his stomach.I have already vomited up all the food I ate that day, and every twitch of my stomach feels as uncomfortable as a knife scraping soft flesh.Harry's black hair was sticking to his forehead due to sweat, his knees were constantly weak, and he tried to lean towards the floor as if summoned by something...

With a scoff, the light in the bathroom was lit.

Harry turned his head in surprise, and just saw that it was Snape standing by the door, then he spit out all the gastric juices he had left in the sink with a blue face.

"How does it feel?" Snape whispered, supporting Harry.

"...It's nothing." Harry finally felt better, he said hoarsely, "Woke you up? You go to bed first, I'll drink a glass of water before going to bed."

Snape didn't speak, he helped Harry onto the bed, wrapped him in the quilt, then turned and went out, but after a while he came in with a cup of hot water.

"Thank you," Harry whispered, and as he drank the water slowly, he felt his stomach finally stop throbbing.

"Do you want more?" Snape asked.

Harry shook his head.

Snape put Harry on the bed.But Harry didn't feel sleepy at all. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long while, and suddenly heard Snape's voice: "What's the matter with your arm?"

Startled, Harry opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that Snape hadn't gone to bed, but conjured up a chair to sit beside his bed.

"Professor..." Harry straightened up, the quilt slipping off his shoulders.

Frowning, Snape leaned forward and pulled the quilt up again.He said, "I see it, your left arm."

Harry didn't know what to say.

Snape waited a moment, then he said, half joking, half serious, "That's harder to say than you having my baby?"

Harry was dumbfounded.After a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a smile, but it was no better than crying: "Okay, professor, you convinced me again—it's just a mark, nothing more."

Snape's gaze went to Harry's left arm.

When it comes time to have to say it, it is not as difficult as imagination.Harry gritted his teeth for a moment, pulled up his sleeves and turned his face away: "It's an evil mark of Voldemort. The mark of those Death Eaters back then."

The surrounding air seemed to be in a state of stagnation.

When that unique, human-specific temperature touched his skin, Harry shivered violently.

The next moment, he was embraced by someone tightly, without leaving a single gap.

Harry's ear was pressed against Snape's chest, and the sound of the other's heartbeat came into his ear clearly, calm and powerful.

Harry's tense body gradually relaxed.He didn't say anything, closed his eyes and stayed quietly in Snape's arms, letting the endless heat from Snape's body warm his body.

This is a time for two people.

When Harry left Snape's arms and looked at his left arm, Snape turned on the lamp in the bedroom and looked at Harry's left arm expressionlessly.

"I suppose the scars other than the Dark Mark - shouldn't have been given by Voldemort?" Snape asked.

"Er - I think this -" Harry tried to muddle through.

But Snape drew out his wand, and the tip of the wand wandered between the Dark Mark and the two deep scars: "Look at this mark... I think Mr. Ravens wanted to dig out the whole piece of flesh at first?"

Goosebumps formed on Harry's arms, and he relented, saying, "It's just a fever, Professor."

"What about these?" Snape pressed the tip of his staff against one of the wounds.

"That's - the result of the mind not being completely cooled," said Harry.

Snape didn't answer right away, he cast a spell, and the scar on Harry's arm disappeared, and the Dark Mark was clearly visible again - well, it wasn't unclear.

Harry thought with disgust, but this time, he no longer had the urge to hurt himself and destroy it.

"Thanks Merlin," Snape said sarcastically, putting away his wand, "at least Mr. Ravens has a head, doesn't he?"

Harry wisely kept silent.

Snape walked to his bed on the other side, and Harry said hastily, "Wait, Professor, get back the original one!"

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Harry shrugged. "I think so. It's over, isn't it?"

Snape frowned suddenly: "Aren't you angry because I hid it from you?"

"Never." Harry, depressed again, said with a wry smile.

Then the two tacitly did not bring up the topic again.Snape changed the bed back to its original shape, and lay down beside Harry.

Two minutes later, Snape wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and Harry moved naturally, sleeping in Snape's arms.

"I have an appointment with St. Mungo's, we will go there tomorrow." In the dark night, Snape's low voice suddenly sounded.

"—huh?" Harry, who was half asleep and half awake, was shocked and woke up.

St. Mungo's Injury Hospital was not so crowded in the early morning.

The waiting room was empty with no patients when Harry and Snape entered.A green-robed therapist greeted him, and after inquiring about the situation, he led Harry up to the sixth floor.Snape, on the other hand, went through some necessary formalities over the counter.

After a while, patients suffering from various diseases came to the waiting room one after another, and the hall became lively again.

The blond witch working at the information desk had finished dealing with another long-haired patient. She was taking a break with her head down when she heard a soft gasp in front of her: "Severus? Snape...what is he doing here? "

The blond witch glanced at the drawn form and said, "He's here with his partner... Hey, it's none of your business!" She came to her senses and looked up annoyed, only to see a gray-eyed man with curly hair Smile at her.

That smile was unrestrained and full of charm, the blond witch's anger dissipated, and she heard the other party say, "Thank you very much."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.

"Of course," said the gray-eyed man. "Sirius Black. I'm here to see Rahalo Bird."

"He's in Ward 53," said the blond witch.

Sirius nodded his thanks, and walked upstairs, while taking out a double-sided mirror from his pocket: "Hi, James?" He tried to call out, and when he found that the other party happened to be free, he laughed, "You must not Know who I met at St. Mungo's, snot-nosed man! You never know what he's here for, he's accompanying someone to a maternity check, it's unbelievable that a woman would take a fancy to him—"

"...Who are you talking about?" James' voice came from the mirror.

"Snotlinger," Sirius replied.

"What?" James asked again.

"Accompanying the birth check... Hey, buddy, what's the matter?" Sirius asked blankly.

But the only answer to him was the sound of glass being shattered—from the double-sided mirror that suddenly became blank, Sirius judged that the shattered piece of unlucky glass was the double-sided mirror in the opponent's hand...

But what happened?Sirius put away the double-sided mirror suspiciously.

Snape didn't accompany Lily to the obstetric examination, what's there to be excited about...?

97

97. A lively morning...

"Severus? Mr. Snape?" St. Mungo's white-robed receptionist looked at the form in his hand, "Are you accompanying Mr. Ravens—"

This is in the tea room on the sixth floor, the walls are whitewashed, a few soft and spacious sofas are placed near the window, and a pot of ornamental devil's net is thriving on the painted green window sill.

"Yes." Snape on the sofa interrupted impatiently.

The receptionist was not angry: "Let me confirm, you don't want this child?"

Snape pursed his lips, then gave a short, reassuring nod.

"Consensus?" the receptionist asked.

"I suppose so," Snape said.

"Then I think you should also know that if you don't want this child now, you probably won't have another one?" the receptionist asked.

"I know." The crease between Snape's brows deepened.

"Doesn't your partner know?" the receptionist asked sharply.

Snape's expression became gloomy, and he was not polite: "Is this St. Mungo's job? To explore the problems and communication between me and my partner?"

"Actually—yes." The receptionist pointed to the large faded sign pasted on the wall next to it. The bottom line read "Treasure every life" in bright red ink, "The latest regulations, due to the fact that the population of the wizarding world Every year it goes down, and we have to do our best to convince those who want to abort their children..." She shrugged.

"So far, there is no truly safe medical magic for male childbirth in the wizarding world, right?" Snape said suddenly.

"This—" the receptionist stuck for a while, "I can't say that, you have to know that this is always very rare—"

"I only know that some people even lost their magic power and life because of it." Snape said coldly, he roughly pulled the report from the receptionist's hand, and said the last sentence before turning away, "That's my child , I will not care less about him than you."

Meanwhile, Harry, who was in the other lounge, was facing the same trouble as Snape.

Sitting across from him was an older female therapist.She handed the inspection report to Harry: "It doesn't look very good. You have to pay attention to your nutrition."

"Thanks," said Harry, "but—"

"Eat more fruits and avoid partial eclipse. Do you not want to eat? Are you vomiting badly?" the female therapist asked.

"How's that for good?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"If you are obviously hungry, but you will only feel nauseated when you see food, and you will vomit more than twice a day except in the morning—" the female therapist looked at Harry, "...Well, it seems that your symptoms are serious ’ she murmured, “Perhaps you should be given some nutritional potion? But if you don’t want to drink that for months to come, it’s better to try to get over it…”

"I understand. But—"

"By the way, I think you should understand—" She looked at Harry, not sure, "You can't do strenuous exercise at the beginning, right? Your hobby—" She looked down, "Quidditch!? She suddenly raised her voice, and the pair of slightly squinted eyes under the mirror frame immediately opened wide, and looked at Harry majesticly, "You don't want to try this kind of rough and unsafe sport again, do you?"

"Of course I won't," Harry assured immediately, "but—"

"That's good, other things... I think the boy's body should be pretty good..."

"No no, wait—" Harry finally found a gap to interrupt, and he said quickly, "I mean, I want to arrange a medical treatment!"

The female therapist paused: "Medical what?"

Harry hesitated a little, he didn't realize it, and put his hand on his stomach: "I want...to get rid of this child."

"Oh." The female therapist replied coldly.

Harry said defensively, "He's not at the right time, I—"

"Are you trying to say that you are not old enough?" Although the female therapist didn't continue, her expression had become contemptuous, as if she was saying that she knew she was young and still doing these messy things?

Harry was also a little upset at this time, he didn't care about the healer's expression - he had experienced enough of these overt or covert hostility in his last life force, so that it was no longer annoying - - only nodded hastily, and said insincerely: "I'm too young."

Yet he knew - or Snape knew - that his reason for not wanting children was not at all.

"Oh," the tone of the green-robed therapist became more and more indifferent. She raised her pen and asked in a business-like manner, "When do you want to come? Now is also possible."

Now?Harry almost vetoed it without thinking, and he asked, "One..." He wanted to say it for a week, but when the words came to his lips, it turned into something else, "A month later, is it okay?"

The therapist, who was about to write the medical records, paused for a while. She looked up at Harry, her face softened a little, but she didn't say anything. After writing a few words quickly, she returned the medical records to Harry, and said, "A month later Come here, if you don't regret it."

Harry didn't want to share his feelings with a stranger, so he took the things silently, as if walking outside the door.

But it didn't take long for the female therapist's voice to catch up.

This is an elderly woman, not only the corners of the eyes are wrinkled, but even the voice seems to be stained with the vicissitudes of the years: "Do you still remember the Mrs. Dora who came with you last time?"

"Of course," said Harry.He couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

"She has been coming once a month for two years," said the female therapist. "Unfortunately, there has been no good news. She is crazy about wanting a child."

This time, Harry didn't answer, nor did he think deeply about the meaning of the other person's words.He bowed silently to express his apology, opened the door and walked out.

Snape was already waiting on the bench outside the door.

He came forward: "how is it?"

"Fine." Harry replied.

Snape was clearly dissatisfied with the answer: "Regarding appetite, does the therapist have any suggestions?"

"Nutrition Potion was mentioned, but it was meant to get me used to it for a while - I thought so too," Harry replied.

Snape didn't speak anymore, he just thought about how to get some amuse bouche potion that Harry could drink now.

And what about Harry?From the beginning of the conversation with the therapist, he had a stone in his heart. After walking for a while, he finally couldn't help asking: "Professor, do you want to have a child?"

Snape was stunned, and before he could speak, Harry, who had already regretted it, said as if to make amends: "I have already talked to the therapist, and I will come back in a month..." He suddenly lost his courage, and naturally he couldn't say the following words. down.

But what is still not understood?Snape pursed his lips, and he pressed his hands on Harry's shoulders harder than usual: "I see."

That's it, just four words.

Harry let out a long breath, he raised his hand and rubbed his face: "I'm probably a little tired, let's go back, professor."

They walked out of St. Mungo's, didn't go back to Hogwarts, and went straight to Spider's End.

Just 5 minutes after Snape and Harry left, a figure rushed into the hospital hall like a wind.

"I'm looking for Severus? Snape!"

"Severus,? Snape?" The blond witch at the information desk looked puzzled, "He's not a patient here."

"He brought someone in just now—" a man with messy hair raised his voice, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the person next to him, "He probably left."

"Probably left?" James turned suddenly and asked Sirius. "When did he leave? Who did he bring?"

"How do I know?" Sirius shrugged his shoulders irrelevantly, "I'm here to see patients, not a little mouse."

"Then where is he now?" James chased after him.

"At home?" Sirius said casually.

James was refreshed: "You're right, where else can a woman with a big belly go?" He was angry at first, and then complacent, "Ha, I'll go to his house to catch him, and see how he will be in the future." What face is there to show up in front of Lily and Harry!"

Sirius frowned: "Why are you bothering the snot-nosed man?"

"You don't want to know." James perfunctory, he spun around in circles, "How do you think we can get to his house? There must be all kinds of protective magic on the perimeter of his house—just how timid he is." —Needless to say in the house, I'd be surprised if there wasn't an anti-Apparition spell, if it could go right through the fireplace..."

He stopped suddenly and looked at Sirius, who happened to be looking at the same