HP Dark Hero

?Although contacted with Zabini and even Malfoy and other Slytherin nobles, and established a yet-to-be-clear intelligence line, Harry did not change his attitude towards life because of this, and still hid most of the time in Potter Manor, living a leisurely life.

He started to spread the intelligence network, just to be prepared... He has no other plans for the time being.

He also didn't tell the little savior and Black about these things.If Dumbledore wished to cultivate a bright and pure banner, and bury these undercurrents under the table in a dark place that Potter couldn't touch or see, Harry would be happy to relax -- after all, he wasn't from here in the first place , there is no need to pay anything for the war, these thoughts are still lingering in the mind... Educating the saviors here is the best thing to do, Draco and Blaise are just a coincidence, explain everything to Potter?Don't count on him.

Harry sensed the contemplative and still darkness, and there were waves of calls. It was an indescribable feeling that originated from the soul.Following the guidance of the call, he floated to the surface of consciousness as if passing through a curtain.

It was still the space used for simulation training, and it was defaulted as the intermediary point for their soul exchange. When Harry opened his eyes, he saw Potter, who was extremely similar to himself but much younger, staring at him blankly. The expression on the face is indistinguishable from embarrassment or shyness.

As the little savior inexplicably became more proficient in controlling the soul, the details of this intermediate point became clearer and clearer. The space that was originally pure white and empty gradually became milky white, and the surroundings could even be seen similar to sportsmen's benches. blurry objects.

Harry had no doubt that after a while, little Potter would build a Quidditch pitch in his mind. Harry didn't need to think about it to know that this was not a good sign.

Besides, it may be a natural mechanism for the body to prevent the collapse of the souls of two people at the same time. When one of them uses his body to move, the soul of the other will be half-forced into the darkness of sleep. It really doesn't take much effort to... perfect site.

Potter looked at Harry hesitantly.

After waiting for a long time before Potter, whose face was full of hesitation, could speak, Harry shrugged, "...have a good rest."

"Wait a minute!" The little savior grabbed Harry, and Harry couldn't help being stunned - Potter's attitude towards him could not be called hot or cold, it seemed like distant relatives who had to live together, but the two were still in peace.Except for looking for opportunities to attack during combat practice, Potter rarely took the initiative to touch Harry.In fact, the two Potters treated each other more or less the same way.

"What?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"No, uh, I... I have a question to ask..." Potter faltered.

Harry looked at little Potter patiently, without a hint of impatience in his expression.

Potter's eyes drifted, and he accidentally landed on Harry's arm, "Yes... yes, it's about... your clothes," Potter pursed his lips, feeling a psychological dry mouth, he swallowed a few times, "I mean , isn't it summer? Why do you wear long-sleeved shirts? And I don't feel hot at all, and the sleeves are...weird, but convenient, and they never slip annoyingly."

Of course, Harry heard that Potter was just talking nonsense, but he didn't hesitate to answer, "Many wizards don't change their costumes according to the seasons. Unlike Muggles, wizards have temperature-regulating spells. What about the sleeves? There are some small spells on the cuffs, which can keep your clothes warm." It just sits there naturally."

If his identity was revealed by reaching for the items on the high shelf, the Death Eaters would have been wiped out long ago.

Harry was even more surprised that Potter didn't roll off his sleeves because he was frizzy and flung himself into a ball with the big dog.

What he didn't know was that due to Umbridge's black magic quill punishment in fifth year, Potter subconsciously avoided letting others see his arm- although he didn't know that Harry didn't have the scar on the inside of Harry's arm that read 'I can't lie' , but something even more frightening on the outside of the arm.

"Oh, it's so convenient, uh..." Little Potter secretly bit the tip of his tongue, trying to stop himself from continuing his nonsensical remarks.He scratched his short black hair in annoyance, "Well, maybe, let Remus come for a while...?"

"Remus Lupine?"

"Ron and Mione have written back in the past few days..." The location of Potter's manor cannot be detected by owls, so Harry never prevented Potter from exchanging letters with his friends from the beginning, and never even prohibited Potter from writing anything, but Potter only told them to find About Sirius, "Remus was worried about us, and Ron said that as the moon approached, Remus was getting more...er, neurotic,"

"him…"

Regarding Remus Lupine, Harry has a much deeper impression of him than any other member of the Order of the Phoenix - even someone as rough as Arthur is occasionally intimidated by Severus' low pressure or harshness, but Remus Lupine can keep his gentle brown eyes open as always Eyes, friendly chat.

Merlin, someone who can have a friendly conversation with SeverueSnape? Harry curled his lip inwardly.

Severus' attitude towards Remus Lupine was particularly bad, and according to Dumbledore, there had been a life-threatening affair.But the Cellar Snake King can hardly be called a clear-cut distinction between public and private in major matters. Although he never spoke nicely to this werewolf, he was able to pass on important clues to him.This side shows that he is a trustworthy keeper of secrets.

Although Harry didn't think they had any secrets to keep right now - by the time school started, it would all be unraveled sooner or later.

Harry looked uncomfortable but pretended to be calm. The result of his performance was that Little Potter, who was like a rebellious teenager, stared down at the ground stiffly, not noticing the helplessness in his smile.

'Harry Potter's common problem...' Harry muttered to himself.

Others always prayed to Harry Potter, waiting for his contribution or cooperation. The childhood experience made Harry Potter not know how to ask for and look forward to.Such a small question made him embarrassed and secretly terrified. 'Well, people always talk about being nice to yourself and living a friendly life, and that's what it is? ' thought Harry.

Harry replied indifferently, "Well, I think—this should belong to your Potter manor, and you shouldn't even ask me."

Potter was speechless.

"But, if you ask me...if you're sure he's credible, then, yes, I think Remus Lupine is fine."

The little savior showed a bright smile that he probably didn't even notice himself, and replied excitedly: "—Thank you! Remus will be very happy!" Potter rushed forward and hugged him tightly, before Harry came and felt Before being surprised, she quickly let go of her hand as if she was not used to it, but in the next instant, she disappeared without a trace.

"Wait, when?!" Harry yelled in vain towards the spot where the little savior disappeared.

All that responded to him was the familiar feeling of darkness and stupor -- he was pushed back into his body.

Harry first felt a headache and weakness, his eyes were blackened, and he couldn't control his whole body. He was not in a hurry, and waited quietly for recovery.

There is always such a transitional stage in the transfer of souls between the two, and Harry is used to it.

He didn't know the same, and Potter's discomfort subsided bit by bit.

He opened his eyes dizzily, and met the big black eyes that were wide open.A certain big purebred dog with black and shiny coat, with its ears hanging down, looked at him pitifully.

With two paws close together, a soft pink pad was carefully placed on Harry's knee, and the big broom-like tail brushed Harry's calf friendly, bringing a slight itchy touch.

"...Woo?" The big dog greeted with a low whimper, tilted its head, and rubbed against Harry's leg coquettishly, and even tried to put on an angelic smile like a Samoyed dog.

It's a pity that Harry only saw a big and scary black dog that didn't look too easy to mess with. It raised the corners of its mouth menacingly, and grinned with sharp teeth.

However, the mouth of the big dog did not smell of blood like in Muggle children's stories, but sweet and tempting fresh cream, chocolate, and vanilla.Using the few Muggle fairy tales Harry only knows as an analogy, it is the big bad wolf in Little Red Riding Hood who suddenly has a special liking for the candy house...

Harry belatedly realized that his own mouth also had that sweet, cloying taste.

Looking around, he didn't wake up on the bed as usual, but stuck in the single sofa in the study—during training and exchange, his uncontrolled body manifested an unprovoked coma and deep sleep, at least not on the bed. Nibbling.

The ink and parchment on the desk were all pushed aside indiscriminately, and there was a familiar empty cardboard box completely spread out in the middle, as well as two pairs of forks stained with some cream.

Wasn't that the snack he brought back yesterday for the godfather and son who were bored in Potter's manor... to eat cake in the study?

"Evil, it's really... sweet," Harry wondered if he needed a tooth potion.

Sirius·Padfoot·Black couldn't judge what Harry was thinking under the expressionless face. He didn't have any concerns about whether he could eat in the study, but he did his best to be cute as long as he didn't want anything else, and he almost didn't abandon all the moral shame of being a human being. , rolling on his back and showing his belly.

"Okay," Harry felt a headache when he thought that this noble and famous dog that was spinning was actually a human being. He still stretched out his hand and rubbed the two ears of the big dog indiscriminately, as a gesture of acceptance.

Beast form is inconvenient after all. Seeing that his goal has been achieved, Sirius relieved the Animagus graciously.

After a few breaths, the big dog turned into a tall and handsome adult wizard. Sirius Black arched his back and curled his long legs and nestled beside Harry, his big warm palm with well-defined knuckles pressed against Harry's leg.

Harry admitted that he sometimes sincerely admired Black for his informality.

"It's been a long time for you...Little Harry told you?" Sirius asked.For the two Potters, Sirius also called Harry and then called them big and small. The way they should have used the surnames was a bit nondescript; however, when Sirius called the little savior, the ending of the words rose briskly, and every character was jumping, referring to him. From time to time, there is a little restraint, but it is easy to distinguish.

"Yes, if you're sure he's credible, no problem," Harry repeated.

"Great! I knew we'd be able to convince you." Sirius stood up and stretched his legs, his back straight and smooth, "One more thing."

"If it's about eating cake in the study... don't overturn the ink." Harry pulled out his wand, tapped the edge of the table lightly, and the black ink that flowed over half of the table was automatically returned to the righting ink bottle, covered by the parchment Heap of glass bottles flying out of corks.

As for the details of where to eat, the three Gryffindors didn't intend to ignore it.

"Oh, no," Sirius pushed open the window and leaned against the frame, "it's about Remus—he's coming soon."

Harry looked at Sirius.

Sirius knew that he and Potter were really at a loss in this matter, and said nervously, "...you agreed just now! Didn't you say 'OK'?" He decided to bury the words 'we started dating very early' forever stand up.

In response, Harry felt a familiar and familiar headache, so he stretched out his hand to gently rub the painful scar.

'There's no point in arguing with him about that... I guess Remus is almost at the door. Harry gave up arguing with the nervous Sirius on this matter, anyway, the innocent and lovely godfather of the little savior had invited his companions who would run wild on all fours under the moonlit night, but the principled things still had to be emphasized.

"Damn it, Merlin, can't you discuss it with me earlier next time?" Harry sighed.

Seeing that Harry's attitude was not as frenzied and opposed as expected, and even faintly revealed tolerance and indifference, Sirius quickly assured: "Of course! And, Remus will come for a while, as long as he sees that Harry and I are fine, he will have something to do later."

Today is not yet the full moon, Harry thought about it, and quickly confirmed that it should be a regular meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.If he could keep in touch with Remus Lupine, according to the werewolf's unguarded trust and docile personality towards relatives and friends, maybe he could expect to get small news from the Order of the Phoenix through Sirius Black and the little savior.

"Okay. Shall we wait for him at the gate?" Harry asked, then left the study with an overexcited Sirius.

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