[HP] Years Whisk

"Furious, frightened, bleeding profusely, and there are finger marks on his neck. Hell, what happened to him! How did you take care of him!" A deep voice roared, although the tone was a bit vicious, but inexplicably It makes people feel at ease.

"It was my fault. Sorry, Severus. Luckily, nothing happened to Harry." Another voice that sounded a little old said apologetically.

"Is it true that eating too much honey has confused your mind, Dumbledore? How can he say that he has nothing to do here? He clearly just walked before the gate of hell!" Harry felt dazedly. A cold hand roughly pulled his collar away and touched his neck. "Look! This kind of mark is obviously only obtained by being pinched! This mark is shallow, but you should know exactly what this little brat has gone through!" Although those fingers were cold, Harry could feel them touch The movements on his neck are gentle.It was as if the man held back his anger and treated him like a fragile object. "I hope the next time I see him, it won't be in some morgue, and I'll be thankful for that, Dumbledore." The man mocked mercilessly, but Harry could hear his concern for himself.

"Severus—" The old voice seemed even more guilty.

"Don't apologize to me! Oh, what am I to this Potter boy? What do I care about him?" said the low voice again.Harry felt the hand leave his neck.Immediately, a thick quilt was thrown on him as if someone had vented his anger, and then the man with a deep voice opened the quilt and wrapped himself up from head to toe.

His movements were a little rough, but the quilt was very warm.

"Severus," the old voice paused, and said with some resignation, "he may have returned."

Harry felt the man who had covered him froze for a moment, then tucked the corners of the rest of his quilt up twice, and his voice moved away from the head of his bed. "I don't care about anything else! You promised me, Dumbledore, that the boy will be all right." Harry said quickly when he heard the man's tone sharpen.

"I assured you. But, Severus, none of us know what the future holds."

"Then don't let him return! Or kill him before he returns! Aren't you the greatest white wizard of the 20th century? Why can't you even do such a small thing!" The voice sounded even more angry, but Harry felt a tinge of uneasiness inside.

"Severus—"

"Don't call me!"

"We have to prepare for the worst!"

"I can't do it! I just hope that this brat won't be like his father who died early, trying to kill himself early and scrambling to see Merlin. Even if I want to stop him and snatch him back from Merlin, I won't I can't stop this kind of guy who only has achnatherum splendens in his head, thinks he is a hero who saves the world, is arrogant, and doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth..."

During the dispute between the two, Harry felt drowsy again, and gradually fell into a deep sleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already very bright.Harry found himself lying in the infirmary with no one around.

He sat up from the bed and looked at his wrist.The blood on the wrist stopped a long time ago, and someone carefully used white fresh medicine to treat it. The wound that was a bit hideous before seemed to be healed now.

Harry threw back the covers.Just as he was about to jump out of bed, a man in a mourning black robe walked in quickly from the outside. "Look, our great 'savior'. How did he make himself so miserable! Is it because he was too busy saving the world last night? This really touches me. So his mean professor has to regret Say, twenty points from Gryffindor, for our 'noble' 'savior' and his 'self-sacrificing' night tour." Severus Snape opened his mouth with a burst of merciless sarcasm, and then , he violently opened a potion bottle and slammed it into Harry's mouth. "Don't hold it yourself! Do you want me to feed you?" He glared at Harry with a vicious and fierce tone.

Harry obediently took the potion that Severus had pushed to his mouth, closed his eyes, held his breath, and swallowed it in one gulp.Then he grinned at the bitter, weird taste of the potion.

At this moment, taking advantage of Harry's tongue sticking out in pain, Severus shoved the small object he was holding in the other hand directly into Harry's mouth roughly.Harry subconsciously chewed, and it turned out to be a little bit of candied fruit.

"Get out of the infirmary when you're full of sleep, don't hang around here and occupy the bed. Get out of here and join those stupid lions of yours who are also brainless, and continue to deduct points for Gryffindor College!" Although Apart from Harry, there was no one patient in the infirmary now, but Severus was still the same, speaking viciously.Then he turned around without hesitation, ready to leave.

But just as he turned around, Harry grabbed his arm.

"Professor," Harry looked up and looked at him with clear emerald eyes, "Professor Severus, you should have been very good friends with my mother." He didn't give Severus When it was time to answer, he lowered his head and continued to say to himself, "When I saw Voldemort yesterday, he told me that you had begged him to spare my mother's life. Moreover, when I couldn't find Dumbledore yesterday for help , Mother mentioned you first, she said that you are the most believable person she can think of—" He wanted to say something more, but the person in front of him grabbed the collar of his clothes vigorously, He fell down on the hospital bed where he had been lying.

Harry raised his eyes hastily, and saw Severus' twisted, vicious, mocking, and even deeply hateful face.

"Harry Potter." He seemed to squeeze the name through his teeth. "Don't keep telling me about your mother like this, your mother like that, if you want to live. I don't have that much for you Be patient. Your unrealistic delusions will only remind me over and over again that she is dead, and for you!" His eyes seemed to want to cut Harry into pieces, but he did not deny it What Harry said before.

"Professor—" Harry hurriedly opened his mouth, but Severus forcibly gave him a wandless 'latch', locking everything he wanted to say in his mouth.

"Potter! I don't know where you got this information. But for you, it's best to forget about it." His tone was full of sarcasm and threat, "Honestly, in Hogg Watts for seven years, and then he's gotta go, go, go, never see me again!" He gave Harry a savage look, and then released Harry's 'latch'.Before Harry could speak, Severus quickly walked out of the room, but his back gave a feeling of being in a panic and running away.

March 1992, 3, Hogwarts Express.

A gentle-looking young man boarded the Hogwarts Express silently carrying a clean but somewhat shabby briefcase.On his briefcase, there is a small paper tag with his name written on it, in two letters, 'RL'.

At the same time, Harry, who came to school this year, was accompanied by a huge black dog, which skillfully jumped onto the Hogwarts Express.While Ron and Hermione were amazed, he found a seat next to Harry, huddled up in that seat, and began to close his eyes and doze off.

In the spring semester of 1992, Hogwarts had a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and his name was Remus Lupine.

The first time Harry heard the name, he found Lupine's office.

Lupine was a little surprised to see him find him.But he quickly reacted and welcomed him into his office.

"Professor Lupine." Harry looked at the gentle-looking man in front of him, and asked directly, "You and my parents are good friends, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Lupine with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. "At the beginning, I would always do some pranks with your father. At that time, because I was well-behaved and bookish, I was caught the least number of times among the four of us 'robbers'. The one who has been arrested the most is your father, and the second one—" He seemed to have mentioned some taboo name, frowned in disgust, and stopped talking.

"It's Sirius, isn't it?" Harry added, smiling.

"How do you know this name!" Lupine was really shocked this time.He quickly came up with a reasonable answer for himself: "He came to you? Harry, you must not believe a word he said! He betrayed your parents, which caused you The death of the parents."

"Professor Lupine," Harry said seriously, "Sirius wasn't the one who betrayed my parents, it was Peter Pettigrew. Back then, before Voldemort found my house, Sirius transferred the Secrecy Charm to Peter Pettigrew. He I was going to use myself as a bait, so that my parents and I could be more secure. However, he was ostentatiously outside, attracting Death Eaters all night without seeing Voldemort, and suddenly realized something was wrong. By the time he arrived at my house in a hurry, the tragedy had already happened."

"How do you know this?" Lupine asked, frowning.

"It's my mother, she's always been by my side in the form of a dream." Although Harry said so, he didn't think Lupine would believe it.

But Lupine actually believed it.

He took Harry's hand excitedly: "Is it Lily? Is she still alive? Can you give her a word for me?"

Harry shook his head in embarrassment, and he said sullenly: "Last year, my mother saved me from Voldemort, but she never appeared in my dreams again. If I hadn't heard Her voice, I would even think that she has left me." He shook his head, swept away his frustration, and then looked at Lupine: "Professor Lupine, I am here for West Reece. He's been misunderstood all these years. I thought, you were good friends before, wouldn't it make him feel better if you supported him?"