HP Dark Hero

?Potter tensed up.Before he knew it, though, he'd had one of Harry's reactions that stuck out the most to him -- arms crossed, expressionless.

"I don't understand what you mean, Savior?" Potter raised an eyebrow, regardless of the cold sweat running down his back.

"Sorry, I should have explained first," Blaise looked at Potter, "Harry mentioned your situation to me. Don't be so defensive..."

Blaise Zabini shrugged friendly, teasing, "Maybe he didn't tell you? Maybe it's his hobby to take things off his shoulders."

The aristocratic wizard's tone did reveal his familiarity and intimacy with Harry, but Potter still felt that it was out of harmony.

Quickly going through the content of the conversation with the other party in his mind, Potter pursed his lips, his face turned slightly pale.

He had an intuition that this person could not be trusted.

"Proth, don't make such jokes," Potter smirked.

Blaise's eyes dimmed. "Well, you know Proth is just a last name? Remember my name? I think I'm a little sleepy and can't remember my name very well."

Potter scowled, thinking this was a joke.

However, he really couldn't answer, so he had to imitate Potter's gesture and turned around, "You can think slowly here. I'll be back later."

"Wait! Sorry, I apologize for my joke," Blaise suppressed a smile, "I should introduce myself...TerralYProth, is an old friend of Harry. Do you think he will let people into Potter Manor at will? Or I can tell at a glance See that you are two souls, not bumped heads or amnesia or something?... He mentioned your situation, let me stop by to see, it seems that the timing is not so coincidental..."

"…he didn't mention it to me." Potter replied hesitantly.

There was a flash in Blaise's eyes, and his expression was normal, like an illusion, "This was a...successful surprise visit, I will say so. The situation between you and Harry was only mentioned by him the last time we met, and we didn't make an appointment. Maybe that's why you don't know? ...Besides, Black isn't there?"

Potter heard that, and turned his head to look at Blaise indifferently, with a trace of curiosity leaking from his face, "You know Si...Black?"

"Well," Blaise cleared his throat, "I met Black and had a chat with him. …Well, it was at the Potter Manor last time, and Harry was there."

Potter slumped his shoulders in frustration and rubbed his face vigorously.

The meaning of the other party was obvious. From the moment he was recognized, the other party confirmed that he was not Harry in a few sentences.

——Of course, the premise is that these are not lies.

"It's all true," Blaise said, as if seeing through Potter's thoughts, "If Black was here, he could prove my…relationship with Harry."

"Okay. I think you really know Harry." Potter had no choice but to mutter in a low voice: "Otherwise who would know Harry at this moment..."

Noticing Potter's gaze, Blaise put down the biscuit he had tasted and smiled a mild and harmless smile.

It was a very flattering smile, but Potter felt that the wizard's expression was more real when he leaned against the door frame and called Honey sweetly and deliberately.

"So, you're really the Harry Potter here? Please forgive me...it's hard to imagine without witnessing it with your own eyes."

Blasie pretended to be surprised, and the exaggerated curious expression unexpectedly did not arouse Potter's disgust.It reminded him of a young Ron Weasley on the Hogwarts Express when he was eleven.

"Our... my situation with him is... well, rather unique," Potter admitted.But he had seen it, albeit differently... with Quirrell and Voldemort.

"Do you still remember what happened to yourself? So... the soul left the body?"

Potter froze for a moment, belatedly realizing that, except for Remus who had asked about it, neither Sirius nor Harry had mentioned it.And because Remus was in a hurry to leave, he didn't ask any more questions, so he and Sirius put the matter behind them.

They were busy building a new way of life at first, and then they got used to it.

"I..." Potter thought hard, "I was deceived by the illusion of Voldemort's input, in the Ministry of Magic..." At this point, Potter subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, "Sirius... fell into the veil..."

Blaise narrowed his eyes and looked at Potter, who looked slightly timid.Potter on the sofa looked even thinner, and being buried in the soft sofa seemed to give him an unnamed sense of security, he didn't notice Blaise's gaze, just caught in his own memories.

"Then... don't quite remember, I think I told Principal Dumbledore to stay, just be quiet..." Potter frowned, "Why would I say that..."

"Sirius Black is your important family after all," Blaise reassured.

Potter took a liking to the languid aristocratic wizard because of this reply, and nodded, "Yeah. It's just that I, uh, don't usually say that.  … Well, maybe, give me some silence or something." .But I don't understand why the side of the curtain of the Department of Mysteries was chosen."

Blaise played with the small silver teaspoon, "Perhaps you long to save Black yourself, or expect a miracle to happen? Falling into the veil is not the same as seeing someone die with your own eyes. Important people... always make people want to try everything."

Potter trembled almost imperceptibly when the other mentioned 'death', and then listened to the words with wide eyes.

"Is Mr. Proth a Slytherin?" he wondered. "That doesn't sound like any Slytherin talk I know. I didn't even expect a...unfriendly reaction."

"Well—I know. You probably think that Slytherins are cold-blooded and ruthless nobles who walk around with their heads up all day, just to find people unpleasant," Blaise laughed, letting Potter know the words when he began to change his sitting position No malice, "Whether that impression is true or not...before Slytherin, we were individuals first. It's just that things that make us behave like the 'non-Slytherin' you know... are too rare."

Potter thought of Lucius Malfoy inappropriately, a wizard who was a perfect example of a Slytherin aristocrat, well-behaved, haughty and luxurious, dragging out long and gorgeous sentences and endings.But he even fought Arthur Weasley like a Muggle in Diagon Alley in order to give away Voldemort's Horcrux diary.

But he still hated Malfoy, big or small.

"Hmm. Maybe Mr. Proth is a special case. The Slytherins I know…" Potter curled his lips, trying to stop himself from insulting someone from their house in front of a Slytherin who might be an extremely protective wizard.

"Trust me, any Slytherin can make himself likable if it needs to be." Blaise smiled simply and cleanly, before turning back to the topic, "So... why did you leave your soul and enter Harry?" There is no impression in the body, even a little clue?"

Potter mused, "At the time, I was by the veil, but there must have been some wizards from the Order of the Phoenix repairing and cleaning up...and then waking up inside Harry....I don't understand what happened at all."

"Really..." Blaise mused, "I thought that if I had some clues, everything would come to light sooner... Now it seems that it's not that easy."

"Sorry, if I remember..." Potter was annoyed, but no matter how he recalled, the memory still seemed to be empty in his mind, leaving no trace.A memory that was supposed to be there disappeared, but he lacked even the slightest adverse reaction.

"Never mind, I expected that too... I'll check out some of the more esoteric or rare dark arts books, and maybe have some records," Blaise winked mischievously at the downcast little savior, "by making full use of 'Slytherin nobles ' method to check, um, you won't report me to Harry and Black, will you?"

Potter laughed.

Blaise turned around, with a slightly serious expression on his face, "Can I trouble you to keep the discussion and conversation today a secret?" Before Potter could ask, he added, "There are too many things on Harry's shoulders... this is probably related to the soul The ancient black magic will not be solved for a while, even knowing it will only increase the trouble... I believe in Harry's ability, but I still hope to help him with the burden. Just like your partner and you."

For the first time, Potter looked at the wizard in front of him carefully, and the other party no longer had a lazy and casual attitude, but was talking to him in a serious and orderly manner.He didn't put on the airs of aristocrats, he just discussed frankly with another wizard, expecting the other party's nod.

The deep violet eyes stared at him fixedly, almost as if they wanted to penetrate his soul and see something deeper.Those eyes, that look... Potter suspected it could suck souls.

"Okay?" Blaise repeated, looking at Potter ecstatically.

Listening to the other party's question, Potter couldn't help but nodded.When he regained consciousness, Potter blushed slightly, and added in embarrassment, "I also want to help Harry share a little...Is there anything I can do?"

Blaise regained his seriousness, blinked and smiled: "Take care of yourself and Harry, don't make him too tired? I will find a way to get everything back to normal as soon as possible... I think you are also eager? Hmm──I happen to know that there is A little witch named Zhang Qiu, and the little savior...?" Blaise lowered his voice and said with a wicked taste.

"I think Mr. Proth can leave! I'll keep it a secret, but wait we have lunch, or do you want to see Sirius?" Potter growled awkwardly.

"It's so special, it feels like seeing Harry shy..." Blaise licked his lips, deliberately lowered his voice, and added in an intimate tone as if whispering on a lover's pillow: "Reminder, this is my dear Harry's body, not yours... ...I thought you'd know about homebrew, huh?"

Potter's face was expressionless, his face flushed, and his outstretched hand was pointed straight at the door.

Blaise didn't say anything, got up in a good manner, waved his hand with a meaningful smile, and left neatly.

Potter put away the cutlery grumpily, still in disbelief that Harry had this type of friend.Since the two were talking a lot, there were a lot of snacks left, and the other party's small tea tray piled up some pieces of checkered biscuits that he broke open casually.

"Only eat what you like? Nobles..." Potter muttered, cleaning up one at a time, "Why didn't he just take the chocolate biscuits?"