HP Dark Hero

? Potter was sitting on the edge of the bed doing some simple stretches to get used to his body when Sissy appeared in the bedroom with a 'snap'.

"Master Harry, good morning!" Sissy shook her long ears happily, Potter took the morning tea that Sissy was holding, and also said hello, Sissy went on to say, "We have a visitor."

"What? A guest?" Potter froze for a moment, then jumped out of bed happily. "It must be Remus! I'll meet him at the door."

On the day they met Remus Lupin, the three of them chatted happily all afternoon, and even played an explosion card that Sirius found out from nowhere, blowing up each other who were laughing loudly.

But since Remus had a Phoenix meeting to attend later, no matter how much Sirius and Potter wanted Remus to live in Potter's Manor, they could only say goodbye to Remus after a sumptuous dinner.

The werewolf who confirmed that his best friends Sirius and Harry Potter were intact was obviously relieved, and his face was much better than when he first arrived at the manor.Seeing two pairs of green or gray-black eyes looking at him disappointedly, Remus smiled and comforted him, and promised to visit again as soon as possible, and mentioned that next time he wanted to chat with Big Harry and get to know him better.

Remus really kept his word!

Potter ran all the way to the door, and couldn't wait to open it: "Good morning! Re—"

Potter's bright smile froze in the middle of his grin, forming a somewhat twisted, odd expression.

The visitor was also taken aback. He withdrew his original knocking hand, leaned against the door frame with a boneless body, and slowly curled up a lazy smile at the corner of his mouth: "-Good morning, sweetheart. Are you here to greet me specially? ?”

Blaise Zabini, who looked like an adult, watched with great interest the black-haired and green-eyed 'friend' who rarely showed obvious emotions.

Blaise admired Harry, who was frightened by the success of his unapologetic surprise visit, while Potter was also observing the wizard in front of him.

Black curly hair, bronze complexion, and an aristocratic aura, from the silver snake-shaped buttons and emerald cufflinks on the exquisite black robe, one can guess that the other party is probably a Slytherin.The lining of the opponent's robe was actually made of dark purple. Combined with the opponent's slightly sloppy tone and posture, Potter's first impression of him...was more complicated.

No one knew he was here, the wizard could only be Harry's friend.

Harry has such a friend?And being able to visit Potter Manor, the relationship should be good.But Harry never mentioned such a person.

Having said that, does Harry have any friends 'here'?

"What's the matter, honey?" Blaise drawled his voice slowly, twisting the end of his words, "...won't you let me in?"

The end of Potter's eyes twitched, feeling something was wrong with the accent of the other party's sentence.But this tall and exotic-looking wizard has a flat expression, maybe it's just... a special accent?Maybe that's how he and Harry got along on a daily basis, though it was hard for Potter to imagine.

Wait... Potter broke out in a cold sweat.

In the other party's eyes, he was Harry!

Because Sirius, Remus and Sissy could tell him and Harry apart, Potter almost forgot that he was temporarily borrowing Harry's body.

"...Hello, please come in," Potter forced a friendly smile that pretended to be familiar, "Uh...why are you here suddenly?"

"...It's such a rare opportunity to visit the long-lost Potter manor, no one would refuse." Blaise looked at Potter and asked tentatively, "What's the matter...Harry, I didn't come at the right time?"

Blaise knew his visit was too presumptuous.But he's got some information, and there's no way he can just stay at the Zabini estate and pass up the chance to verify it -- but if Harry refuses his visit, he won't force it.

"Well, no," Potter hastily led the other party to the living room, "It's just... I have some things that haven't been resolved, maybe you can wait for me... just for a while?"

Blaise nestled comfortably on the sofa, watching Potter silently.

Potter resisted the urge to look away and looked back calmly.

"Oh... there's something else. I'm sorry, I'm so unlucky." Blaise smiled kindly, and Potter breathed a sigh of relief, "...If you don't offend me, let me ask you, what kind of thing? Maybe I can help As compensation?"

Potter immediately choked another gas in his throat, subconsciously tensing his body.

"No, it's nothing," Potter said in a steady tone, his mind racing, trying to come up with a decent reason that would allow him to take a moment to swap Harry out! "I think . . . a letter to answer, yes, rather urgent—you know?"

Blaise nodded understandingly, "I see, it must be...Rose, right? The one with the blonde hair and blue eyes..."

If Potter was granted amnesty, he stopped himself from nodding desperately in agreement, and just put on a helpless expression, "Yeah...it's good that you know, uh...Rose can't wait."

Unexpectedly, after hearing Potter's answer, Blaise suddenly looked mournful, staring at him with melancholy and despair.Potter, who thought he could leave smoothly by this, was pinned in place by the other party's deep eyes. At this moment, his palms were full of sweat, and he was afraid of being seen through, and there was a strange awkwardness: he didn't want to interfere with Harry's too personal affairs. part…

"Harry... you just want to be with that girl, don't you?" Blaise's red-eyed expression told Potter everything, he looked like a cornered beast would pounce on him at any moment, and bite him again. As if ready to cry, "I am in a hurry to write back to her? This is just a reason for rejection, right...!"

"..." The little savior had never encountered such a situation. After all, the worst people he had encountered were Voldemort and Lockhart—but at least they could still talk properly.

He couldn't understand more and more, under what circumstances did Harry know this... wizard?He didn't even know the other party's name, but he was sure that the other party was a fan of Witch Weekly!

Unable to imagine how Harry would react, the little savior was silent and stared at him stiffly.

The arrival of the house elf breaks the weird atmosphere. Sissy seems to always appear with food, struggling to feed all the creatures in the Potter manor, including the garden goblins. At this moment, Sissy is pushing a small dining cart full of exquisite refreshments, saying hello excitedly : "Hello, little master Harry, and Mr. Proth! Sissy brought some snacks..."

Proth?Weird last name, Potter thought silently.

Potter was so grateful to Sisi, at least compared to Sirius who was used to running around all morning and completely disappearing, Sisi even brought the other party's name besides snacks.

"Thanks, Sissy," Potter turned his head, and greeted this Mr. Proth friendly, "Uh...Proth?" He secretly prayed, hoping that Harry would usually call him that, even if it was unrealistic.

"Yeah," Blaise replied leisurely, never taking his eyes off Potter.

"Rose's reply...I'm in no rush to write, it's just...something very personal," Potter winked at Blaise, his 'brother with Ron, you know? ' hints, "Sissy's craft is good... maybe you'd like to wait a little longer..."

Blasie couldn't help laughing at the Gryffindor wink.

"Merlin, it's really worth coming here today," Blasie let go of the pretentious and exaggerated acting skills before, and smiled frankly, looking unexpectedly hearty.

Under Potter's bewildered gaze, the adult wizard of Slytherin leaned his head back against the chair, as if trying to hide his expression that was not aristocratic at all, he pressed his arms to his eyes, leaving a distinct smile on his mouth, "Yes... It's so worth it." He lowered his voice and repeated.

"Sorry, Proth?" Potter frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't be so nervous, Potter..." Blaise moved his hand away, picked up a tan and brown checked biscuit with a smile on his face, and broke it in half lightly and crisply, "Or, should I call you...the savior Harry Potter?"