[HP] Subversion - Destined

When I got back to the Burrow, I found Hermione and Ron sitting in the living room waiting for me.Hermione closed the book she was reading and asked worriedly, "How is it? About Professor Snape... What did Professor Dumbledore say?" Huh?How does she know what I did?

Ron on the side muttered dissatisfiedly: "He better never come back... Whoops!" Hermione pinched him hard.

I couldn't help laughing: "Ron, there is good news and bad news for you." Seeing the two of them curiously waiting to hear the following, I cleared my throat, "As you hoped, Potions class next school year Snape will never have a chance to torment us again."

Ron cheered and almost jumped up for joy, but Hermione was very irritable. She tossed her hair and pressed her excited companion hard: "What? The Ministry of Magic really wants to do this?? Professor Snape is the most outstanding The Potions Master is gone, who else can replace him?!"

"So I said, here comes the bad news. The man who will replace Snape is Gilderoy Lockhart."

Ron petrified for a few seconds, reflexively held his wand tightly in his arms, and exclaimed even more exaggeratedly than before: "Are you kidding?! That vase???"

"What a vase! Professor Lockhart has been on expeditions all year round and has quite a lot of practical experience. He must be proficient in potions, otherwise what if he gets injured? His healing potions must be very powerful." Hermione's brows gradually widened, "If It would be good if he came to teach, even without Professor Snape, this year's Triwizard Tournament should be able to handle it."

"Didn't you say there is an age limit for this Triwizard Tournament? Harry, how are you going to participate? George and Fred are already researching ways to break the rules." Ron was eager to try.After Draco learned about the Goblet of Fire, he immediately told us in the DA address book, and I also prepared them mentally in advance.

"People will die almost every session. I don't want to participate, but someone has to force me to go, and I can't help it." I shrugged with a wry smile.

"Who?"

"You know who."

This year's sorting ceremony was really joyful and sad for several families. First of all, Snape's temporary resignation made the three houses excited. On the other hand, Slytherin seemed to have received the news during the summer vacation and did not have any special reaction. .Then came the appearance of Lockhart, this charming wizard once again won the applause of the little witches in the academy, and the little wizards were outraged and helpless.Compared with him, Mad-Eye Moody's appearance looks much shabby, and with his fierce reputation, he may not even be as good as Snape, but his appearance is impressive.Finally, there was an announcement about the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone had mixed feelings.

Although Snape still stayed at Hogwarts, he didn't appear on the professor's bench, and I haven't seen him since the World Cup... I slowly cut small ribs with a knife and fork without any appetite, and decided , to find him in the cellar tonight!

Taking the Marauder's Map, I found an excuse to get out of the common room.The new school year has just started, and everyone is busy organizing things and reminiscing about the past. The whole of Hogwarts seems very empty. The densely packed names on the Marauder's Map are concentrated in the dormitories and lounges of the four colleges, and the corridors are empty.

Suddenly a familiar name came into view - Barty Crouch Jr.!I frowned, why, who is he pretending to be this time?But before I could search carefully, I caught a glimpse of the dot representing Snape coming here.I quickly put away the Marauder's Map and put it in my pocket. Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned around and pulled out my wand reflexively. Immediately afterwards, I was startled by the ferocious face of the visitor: "Uh... Moody... Professor Moody?"

"Potter, what are you doing here so late?" Moody's magic eye that can rotate in all directions looked me from head to toe, making me feel uncomfortable. He pressed his crutches against my chest, "What are you hiding in your arms?"

I stepped back without a trace, avoiding the direct touch of the crutch: "Professor, you will make me very nervous. I just came out to find something to eat. It's not the curfew time, is it?"

"Potter!" Snape's savior-like voice interrupted Moody's questioning. He and Moody had never been at odds. Moody stared at him with rather suspicious eyes, but saw him speak expressionlessly. , "Ten points for being rude to the professor. I believe that staying in the cellar to deal with those beautiful potion ingredients can save your restless limbs - and congratulations on creating Hogwarts on the first day of school." Obtaining a record of confinement, Mr. Potter, must be in line with your special habit of going alone."

Apparently Moody didn't expect him to say this and was taken aback for a while. When he flung his cloak and was about to turn around and leave, he finally realized: "Wait, Snape, you are no longer a professor at Hogwarts, and you have no right to deduct points and Punish the students!"

"Oh?" Snape raised his eyebrows, "I'm just instructing a newly admitted professor to do the right thing. As for whether we can reduce the rubies in the college's hourglass—this newly admitted professor can verify it, or I allow you to repeat what I just said to ensure the fairness of deduction and punishment." He finally squeezed out a smirk, turned around neatly, and the iconic black robe rolled out in an elegant arc, "It makes you suspicious Petrified feet are moving normally, Potter."

"Uh, yes, sir." Without looking at Moody's face, I quickly followed Snape.

I followed Snape into the cellar, the door behind me was slammed shut with a bang, Snape approached suddenly, the tall figure gave a sense of oppression: "Turnout your pockets (take things out)." I Pursing his lips, he reluctantly took out the Marauder's Map, "Well, this is also left by your arrogant and arrogant father?"

I replied as relaxed as possible: "It's just... a parchment for a prank, sir." If the Marauder's Map was taken away by Snape, what would happen to the night tour?

"I said," Snape got closer and closer, and I couldn't help backing away until my back was against the door panel, "don't lie to me, Potter." He lowered his head, breathing on my face, which I can't help but recall everything that happened in the potion storage room that day, I confessed to him, he devoured my body after taking the aging potion like a wild beast...and the wonderful touch of his hand... ...breathing involuntarily, maybe it was because the two of them were too close together, which made me a little hot, and my face was probably so red that it could bleed. I was at a loss and wanted to look away, but I was deeply attracted by the pair of obsidian .

"Tellme...Whatisthis?" His soft and magnetic voice accompanied by his warm breath made me tremble all over, and I only felt that my lower body was getting softer and softer, and a certain part began to feel restless.

"The...TheMarauder'sMap (Marauder's Map)..." I answered hoarsely without thinking.

"Goodjob...And, howtouse (how to use)?" Snape's lips almost squirmed against mine, I couldn't imagine how his voice could reach my ears so clearly.I don't know when one of his legs has been squeezed between my legs, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing a certain part of the head.

"I...Isolemnlyswear...that Ia...amuptonogood...(I solemnly swear that I did nothing good)" Dazedly, I tried to stick my body to him, rubbing myself against his ambiguous thigh.

"And?" Just a questioning rising end, I almost groaned.

"And...Mis...Mischiefmanaged... (The prank ends)"

"Goodboy." As if to reward me, Snape put his arms around my waist, bringing our bodies closer together, his powerful tongue pried open my mouth, quickly sweeping every sensitive corner of my mouth, until my The breathing was completely chaotic, and then I let go of my mouth and closed my earlobe, and my thighs moved rhythmically in line with my subconscious friction, "Whathaveyouseen? (What did you see?)"

"Em...Bar...BartyCrouch...Junior..." I groaned and responded with difficulty.

"..." Snape suddenly stopped all movements, he suddenly opened the distance between us, I protested dissatisfiedly, and was about to get close, but was picked up by a big hand, followed by the door behind me Wide open, I was pushed straight out, and Snape's still charming voice came out from the crack of the door: "Go back to your lion's den before curfew, Mr. Potter—and, contraband confiscated." boom--"

I was empty-handed and looked at the closed door foolishly, his body temperature still remained on my body, the faint medicinal fragrance from his body was still lingering on the tip of my nose, my ears were still sensitive because of his sexy voice, and my lower body was painfully swollen and uncomfortable.A few seconds later, those tenderness and dissatisfaction instantly turned into anger: "Snape - you, you, you bastard! bastard!!! bastard!!!"

Fortunes and misfortunes never come singly, at this moment Peeves appeared out of nowhere: "Oh! Harry Potter looks like a braised shrimp! It must have failed to seduce the dark old bat..."

"Shut up Peeves!" I pointed my wand at him, "Langlock! Levicorpus! Densaugeo!... (Lock tongue to seal throat, fuchsia, front teeth match big stick)" cast several spells on him in succession, I finally calmed down, stared at the door of the cellar with all my clothes on, and hung a strange Peeves on the top of the door. The stone snake on the door "hissed" to protest at me, and I cursed fiercely: "Who called that?" Your master is a dirty, greasy old bastard!" He muttered resentfully, "Shit! How dare you be so arrogant when you take advantage of me, I will rape his ass sooner or later!"

"Yo! Harry, why are you standing here? Did you get kicked out by Senior Snape?" Lockhart's aria-like voice sounded, and I turned around to see him looking at Peeves hanging from the top of the cellar with a teasing face. .

"Professor Lockhart." I suddenly remembered that he was teaching potions this school year. "Um, is your office in the cellar too?"

"Of course, it's not far away." Lockhart bared his shiny white teeth and pointed to the other end of the corridor. "How is it? Are you interested in visiting?"

Before I could answer, the cellar door was kicked open, and then Snape rolled out like a black cloud: "Potter! You still have less than 5 minutes to get back to your kennel, if Let me know you're still hanging out after the curfew, and you'll get an extra fifty points from the granffin!"

"Oh? Senior Snape, don't be so strict, don't worry, I will be responsible for taking Harry back." Lockhart put a hand on my shoulder intimately.

Immediately after my eyes blurred and my forearm hurt, Snape pulled me over, and I slumped into his arms unsteadily: "Gideroy Lockhart, if you insist on encouraging students to violate school rules, then I'd be delighted to see you break the record for the shortest-tenured professor at Hogwarts - I warn you to play it safe and don't think I don't know about... your shit." Hold me tight, Sne Pu looked at Lockhart's slightly stiff smile coldly, and pushed me again, "Potter, you have 3 minutes left, so hurry up and get out."

I stared at him with infinite resentment, until his ruthless black pupils swept across me, and then squeezed out a sentence through the teeth: "Yes, Professor."