HP Dark Hero

?Until late at night, the two exchanged some information and conjectures about the current situation in a scattered manner. In the end, they regretfully found that the knowledge of time and space on both sides was very insufficient, and it was not enough to judge the cause of this crossing of parallel worlds and time travel. Why, or even what the effects are.It is always only at this time that you realize how important it is to expand your knowledge, or to have friends around you who will expand your knowledge.

"Blaise, I think, Mrs. Zabini is worried about your whereabouts at the moment." Harry tried to sweep the black-haired wizard who occupied the big bed out of the guest room, shaking his wand menacingly in his hand, raising his eyebrows, "For example... did you lie down again? In which witch's bed? Huh?"

"Oh, maybe it's Cathy, Kate, or..." Blaise said nonchalantly, but still got up to let it go, Harry booked a single room after all, he couldn't force the owner to have nowhere to rest, " Nobody's curious about that... My mother probably isn't around right now either,"

"It's really not something anyone would be curious about." At least Harry wasn't at all, he straightened his pillows and huddled directly into the bed, as if he was about to fall asleep straight away, with a natural attitude, completely showing that he didn't care what Blaise was going to do.

Blaise scratched his head, at this point in time, he was also tired of deliberately moving home, simply grooming himself, and transforming the sofa into a simple single bed for the night.

Harry glanced at the hastily transformed little bed, which did not surprise him at all. It was covered with detailed textures and weaving patterns, and there were even tiny image carvings on the corners of the bed. 'noble. ' he thought, smiling a little, even though he didn't know why he was smiling.

When it comes to nobles, Harry thought, he is also considered a declining noble family head. 'Before' when Blaise was teaching him, he used some spells that Blaise only mentioned briefly, and accidentally detected the old Potter house - he was the only Potter left, and of course he became the head of Potter, so he could find his own manor. Harry caressed his thumb. From the eyes of others, there was only a thin light-colored red circle, but what he saw was a simple and exquisite square ring, with a letter 'P' surrounded by delicate and gorgeous totems.That was the Patriarch's ring who followed, even if Harry himself was still there, it is estimated that the ring would have chosen him - he was much older than Harry.

In order not to reveal himself under Voldemort's surveillance, he didn't have the opportunity to follow the vague guidance in his heart to explore the location of Potter's old house, maybe he could finally enter his own home'.

Planning the itinerary in his mind, Harry slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Harry had been jolted awake by the flash of the Guardian Charm, waking up with an inexplicably vague familiarity and annoyance of interrupted sleep.

The room was right at the bottom of the corridor, and he cast a few warning spells a little farther outside the door in advance. This was just a wartime habit, and he didn't really expect anyone to come to the door, as if there would be breakfast in bed here. of.Blaise was also awake in the other part of the room, apparently also cast some protective spell.

According to the slightly bright sky outside the window, it was only early morning.

Harry was about to draw out his wand and hide behind the door for cover when Blaise pounced on him!He stretched out his arms and hooked Harry's neck, and brought Harry who was sitting up to his feet in a pounced posture, and at the moment when Harry was full of surprise and didn't resist, he pulled him into his arms, and put his arms around his chest and waist, face buried deep in his back.

Feeling someone else's warm breath on the back of his heart gave Harry goosebumps, and his restricted movements made him feel threatened to a certain extent, but Harry, with his wand still in his hand, decided to spare Blaise's life for the time being, who suddenly fell into a psychosis.

At this moment, an extremely neat door-opening spell almost 'broke through' the wooden door, and the door panel pitifully slammed into the wall and shook. At the door, a magic wand that cast the spell was slowly retracted, and a black man The adult wizard in black frowned, stepped into the small guest room menacingly, and when he saw Harry who was stunned on the spot, he immediately started cursing furiously.

"POTTER! Where are you running - Merlin, what are you doing - Potter, come here!"

ServerusSnape, with a dead face at the moment, even though the wand on the bed didn't move at all, watched in disbelief that the savior, with his green eyes open, was lying on a damn single bed with another adult wizard, hugging tightly with.

Harry clearly saw the three changes in his expression from anger, shock, and paleness. Although he didn't know why, out of the long-term habit of trusting Severus, he jumped to his side in an instant as instructed Subconsciously impulsive, but then slapped himself hard in the heart.

"Why?" He couldn't help but question anything about Snape.

"You - have the guts to ask me - why?! Oh, maybe, the humble Potions professor doesn't have the right to interfere in the private life of the 'adult' Mr. Savior?" Snape gritted his teeth and squeezed out every word. , with a dark complexion like Harry once ate his collection of extinct herbs as an afternoon snack.To put it simply, it is what a villain who destroys the world should look like.

"I guess, I don't have so many - violations - that need to be convicted one by one, considering that I, um, was forced to do some errands?" Harry growled equally indignantly, Dumbledore didn't Have you told him to go on vacation with peace of mind?The holiday just started, and you were approached like a debt collector?

"Why the hell am I accepting that old bee's request, sacrificing my time to find the missing 'little lost savior' who can't wait to grow up?!" Snape spoke so fast that if he slowed down he might explode The entire Broken Ax Bar, full of anger, could not find a way to vent.

"Why the hell am I listening to you swearing here? Are you being bullied again and can't find a place to vent, huh? Sev—" Harry sarcastically eccentrically.

The two of them almost completely forgot the time and place, and when they met, they began to verbally attack fiercely like an explosion, facing each other tit for tat and refusing to give in to each other.

Blaise didn't think he could pretend to sleep any longer, and he couldn't help laughing at the way these two were arguing so young and not on the same page.

Unlike Harry, who for some reason didn't recognize him in advance, Blaise Zabini sensed that it was his headmaster from the very beginning, and his actions were extremely purposeful. Blaise had long guessed that he should be looking for Harry.He should have chosen to don the invisibility cloak, but instead grabbed Harry out of playfulness.

"Hey, honey," Blaise grinned on the back of Harry's neck, "I think your professor is saying—we, I think?"

"What? Us?" Harry was taken aback, suddenly recollecting the meaning of Blaise's series of abrupt actions, and an angry elbow broke away from Blaise, "Oh - you are dying, right?!"

He was still twenty-one at this point, but he looked like a young adult wizard.Although it was too late to assume the false identity of TerraYProth, Harry noticed that he used a little spell and changed into strange bright green eyes, and he was slightly relieved that his true identity should not be discovered.

"Yeah," Blaise replies in a husky whisper, adjusting his position, slouching down in a terribly sexy way, "It's… a hell of a… long night, huh?"

'No, just let this guy die here. With a blank expression on his face, Harry walked over to the twisted expression of Snape in two or three steps, and together they raised their wands at Blaise.He was already considering revealing the identity of the other party on the spot, whether Snape would allow him to kill the bastard who was still posing on the bed on the spot.

"Enough is enough, I don't want to know anything - listen, I mean anything - between you two!" Snape was standing outside the door, but now he strode away, looking at Harry coldly, " Potter, come here, mind giving your professor a few minutes?" He said without asking, and cast the Silencing Charm.

Considering Snape's character, he must not be idle 'holiday home visit', Harry followed Snape to move, and cast another hard look at Blaise Zabini, who was watching them from the bed, and even saw that he was okay before he slammed the door Mood waved.

"Principal Dumbledore looking for me?" Harry asked directly to avoid complications.

"Yes," Snape said flatly and indifferently, "your dear headmaster asked me to find the lost little savior and bring him back to his lovely Muggle relatives."

"A relative's house? You mean... Dursley? No, I refuse." Harry didn't expect it to be this matter, and firmly refused.

"Don't tell me," Snape said, drawn out in disbelief, "No one told you why you need to stay with Muggle relatives?"

"Yes, I know, but I don't need to, so I don't have to go or go back there."

"Ah, to be precise. Let me guess...the great, world-saving savior thinks he's strong enough to run around during the holidays while effectively protecting his own life?"

"I can protect myself, yes!" Harry frowned. "Me too, unless I want to be a free house-elf or reminisce about child labor, I don't need to go to the house of...relatives who can't provide any protection."

"A little bit of suffering is child labor, Potter?" Snape didn't think so, but was extremely annoyed by Harry's decisive and overconfident attitude. "You've just wasted a lot of people's personal time and hard work, making people have to split their hands in half, one half is looking for the missing Potter, and the other half is protecting Potter's own life that he didn't even want."

"It's useless for me to go back." There was no emotion in Harry's words.

"You have a blood protection spell on your damn body. Unless you die, the protection will take effect! If staying in the protection can ensure your survival, why can't you stay in one place peacefully, even for a minute?!"

"The protective spell that protected me was shattered when I was in the fourth grade, and it was completely shattered," Harry said flatly, with a blank expression, and then he stretched out his hand and waved, "Harry Potter's luggage flew here!"

A small suitcase flew out of the room at an extremely fast speed - Blaise was nowhere to be seen, probably slipped away - and was caught by Harry.In front of the shocked Severus Snape, Harry snapped the Apparatus away, as if trying to escape from something.

'Great, I did it anyway,' Harry thought to himself, leaning on his suitcase and looking up at the sky by some Muggle street he didn't know where, 'I threw Snape in anger Behind his head, he ran away on his own. '

Harry didn't want to use the word escape to describe his actions, but he had to admit that he did.He should have a more mature way of coping, he is no longer a rebellious teenager.

What's more, this behavior was like being ashamed or afraid of facing Snape.But what did he owe Snape in this matter?What fear?What he wanted to escape and what he felt sorry for began to gather in another person, and all of that was fixed in front of Voldemort's bloodshot eyes in surprise and ecstasy when the blood protection was completely shattered in the fourth grade, and he was firmly grasped by his palm with terrifying force the hand of...

Harry was cast with the Imperius Curse by Voldemort using extremely dark black magic to connect the soul piece buried in his soul.It was not at all irresistible, and neither could Harry.He barely managed to maintain his sanity at the cost of the destruction of the blood protection curse, the loss of an innocent life and the curse of another.

There may be many factors, but it is true that Harry has been completely immune to most mind control spells since then.

'Actually I didn't... Actively resist the Imperius Curse, I just kept echoing the sound. 'He knew it was his imagination, and the blood protection spell was invalid, so naturally there would be no sound.But it was indeed this voice that kept him awake at critical moments many times.

Harry was contemplating, but suddenly felt a scorching but harmless gaze. He raised his head and accurately caught a man in the bustling crowd.

The man's clothes were tattered and dirty, like a rag on his body, and the original appearance of the clothes could hardly be seen.The strong stench on his body created a vacuum in the crowd around him. He was skinny, his hair was dry and tangled, and his face was covered with mud, so he couldn't tell what he looked like, but those dark gray eyes stared at him in surprise and nostalgia, as if Harry Potter was his whole world .

'As for?The Harry Potter here has saved the other party?Or ever throw thousands of pounds at each other? 'Harry didn't want to be involved in some troublesome things or relationships, so he got up without hesitation, intending to apparate directly to the position of Potter's old house in his heart.He couldn't go to the Broken Ax Bar, he was strangely easy to lose control when talking to Snape, there were too many unnecessary information for the people here, he didn't want Snape to know, avoiding meeting was the best way.

However, as if he knew his intentions, the man grabbed Harry's suitcase with hands and feet when he turned into the alley and murmured the shifting spell! Startled, Harry hastily intensified his magic power. He didn't want to end up somewhere with other people's limbs!

After the familiar feeling passed, Harry arrived at the destination without even having time to confirm the environment. He quickly looked at the man holding his suitcase tightly, only to see that the man's appearance was basically intact, and his eyes were still staring at him brightly. Harry heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't help but Don't admit it and finally understand why Severus Snape always yelled in anger, 'Don't play with your life'.

"Although I don't know why you want to... grab?...my luggage, but because of the Muggle Protection Law, I will forget about you and send you back to your original place...uh...I don't remember where... "Harry sighed and explained to the man.

Unexpectedly, the man let go of the suitcase with a few black handprints on it neatly, and grabbed his robe instead. It was only then that Harry realized that although his health was poor and his appearance was messy, the man was much taller than him, and when he stood, his back was slender and straight, as if he had received a good education.

The man noticed Harry's gaze, and became happy for some unknown reason. He opened his mouth and said, "Ha...Harry...Harry...Po..." His voice was broken, and he knew that he hadn't drank water for a long time.

Surprised that the other party actually recognized him, and vaguely detected extremely weak magic power fluctuations when the other party approached—the other party was a wizard, but his mental state seemed to be a bit wrong.

"Observe for now," Harry turned his head, looking at the quaint gate that appeared after the mist slowly dissipated. In the distance, the faint outline of a mansion could be seen, and a house-elf was blinking with tear-filled eyes. Big eyes, looking at him with excitement and anticipation, and the Patriarch's ring on his thumb.

In any case, the old Potter house was within sight.