HP Dark Hero

? Unlike Snape who was lost in thought, Harry didn't have much doubt about Snape's identity.Not to mention that the greasy old bat set up a protection on its doorknob that "senses magic power" and will lead to the ruins no matter how it is opened, the complex smell on the man in front of him is enough proof.

It was the mixed smell that Snape acquired from soaking in potion ingredients for many years, it was very inconspicuous, but because of this non-reproducibility, Harry had been accustomed to identifying the other party's identity by distinguishing this smell for many years.And this method was perfected by Harry after he successfully saw through the wizard who was trying to use Snape's identity by duplicating the potion.

"Severus? Did the Death Curse leave any aftereffects?" Rather than doubting his identity, Harry was more inclined at this moment that Voldemort's dying counterattack would cause damage to Snape's soul.The soul is an issue beyond people's understanding. Harry was undercover beside Voldemort. The more he knew about the soul, the more difficult it was for him to grasp.

"Potter," Snape said quietly, without revealing any emotion in his tone, and brought a flat bottle at hand, "Drink this."

"What is this?" Harry asked casually, took the bottle, downed it in one gulp, and then smacked his lips with a distorted expression.

"This is a repeated decoction. However, it seems that I should test whether there is any content in that thing on your neck? Even a drop?"

"Hell, no wonder the smell is so familiar. My sense of taste is numb." Harry smirked Malfoy, "Always use this to greet friends, don't you, Severus?"

Not trusting Snape, Harry mused to himself, he just didn't think Snape would let a potter die in his house and pollute his domain.What's more, if he was to be killed, Snape would definitely choose a method that would prolong the torture and pain as much as possible.

"No, this is to entertain all the creatures I don't want to associate with. Can I condescend and tell you, the humble Potions professor, where is the great savior going to save the world these days when everyone is frantically looking for lost children? "

"The great savior? It's interesting, and now only you can call me that," Harry thought for a while, and concluded, "The matter is more complicated. I was knocked down behind the curtain by Voldemort's spell, and I swam for a while , crawled out, and found that even the recovery of the war was over. Did we win?"

Why did Snape keep avoiding the subject? Harry frowned, looking at Snape with a calm face, but if they lost, there was no reason for Snape to stand here, Voldemort would definitely reward him with a thousand unrepeated curses and crush him with his own hands.

"Calm down! Potter. The situation is not as bad as you think. Now, watch your limbs and make sure you don't run around recklessly in the few minutes I'm gone!" Snape glared at Harry, and after making sure he nodded, He left the scene aggressively. Harry curled his lips, thinking irrefutably, he had heard this threat from Snape no less than a hundred times, how many times did he comply, or was he forced not to comply due to external force?Trouble always found him of its own accord.

But now there should be no trouble.

Harry looked back at Snape's big soft bed longingly, scratched his head, and nestled awkwardly on the sofa in the living room.It's hard to see that Snape was the type to wear a black velvet quilt, maybe a Christmas present from Malfoy or something.

Maybe he should buy a bed like this later.Oh, and a quilt like this.Maybe he should settle in Godric's Hollow, or maybe just fix up the Potters' house.Maybe he should consider white paint, something a little beige.Maybe a little garden or something.Get a big dog and let it roll and run on the turf.Maybe he should book a Daily Prophet for Spider's End.Or three? What the hell was Snape doing, it was almost suffocating boredom for him. How was it that Snape wasn't smothered here? ?

When he heard Snape's footsteps, Harry, who was already bored and almost dozed off, turned his head and looked at Snape eagerly.Snape was rarely uncomfortable being watched by the green eyes of a potter.

"Okay. Follow." Shaking off that thought, Snape went to the fireplace first with a cold face, lit the fireplace with a flick of his wand, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into it and muttered about the headmaster's office.

"Wait." Harry rubbed his forehead, trying to wake himself up, "Floo? Severus, you must be joking, or something is really wrong. The Floo is probably under surveillance, we should use Apparating. Something is wrong with you."

"In your state, I don't think you can send yourself somewhere completely." Snape snorted coldly, and under Snape's disgusted death gaze, Harry shook his head and stepped into the fireplace.After spinning around for a while, he fell to the floor of the principal's office in an ugly posture.

"Harry? Are you okay? I hope the Floo Network didn't make you too hard."

Familiar with caring words, Harry raised his head and looked around the principal's office as usual.All kinds of small silver utensils spewed out wisps of white smoke, the portraits of past principals hanging on the ceiling curiously poked their heads, and the long silver beard of the old man sitting behind the desk and the bright pink bow tied on it, everything It made Harry feel nostalgic.

"Always, I never get the hang of the Floo. Haven't been in the headmaster's office since fifth grade, and I'm glad it looks fine with you."

"I heard from Severus, you don't seem to be in a good state?"

"Ah, I think it's okay, I got some sleep, although it doesn't seem to be enough." Harry sat down following Dumbledore's gaze, sank into the soft and comfortable big red sofa, drowsy.

"Yes, I noticed." Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile.

Puzzled by Dumbledore's cheerful expression, Harry followed his gaze to look at himself, and dully found that he was wearing a somewhat familiar black robe at the moment - it was obviously the personal belongings of the potions professor.The owner of the robe, who had been standing by the side after stepping out of the fireplace, snorted fiercely, but didn't make much mockery.

"Er—Professor Dumbledore, you know, after a battle like that, one always wants to take a shower and sleep peacefully. I just... didn't find my spare in Severus' wardrobe for a while. The robe, I thought it would be there." Harry smiled dryly, and Dumbledore's bright blue eyes flashed amusedly, and he nodded in agreement with a smile.

"I hope Severus brought you here and didn't disturb your rest. Would you like some cookies?" Dumbledore said, and a plate of biscuits appeared in Harry's hand out of nowhere, along with a cup of hot black tea.Dumbledore had the same copy on hand.

"No, I just want to take a long sleep now. It's like I've never slept." Harry pushed away his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "Professor Dumbledore, how is the battle going? Did we win? It seems very As if it is not important, I have asked many times today, but there is no answer."

"I think it's just that I don't know how to define this answer at the moment, Harry. From what you've seen, how do you think the battle is going?" Dumbledore ate a small round cake, as if he found the taste good for the first time, and stuffed several more in succession. Block, watching Harry frowned.

"From what I've seen... I'd say we're completely victorious, and I'm sure Voldemort is dead beyond death... There are a lot of Death Eaters, but Severus and I should be able to help in this regard...Professor?" Harry looked Looking at Dumbledore who had eaten half a plate of biscuits, he felt something was wrong, "Professor, you shouldn't eat any more. Mr. Grindelwald will ban you from sweets if he finds out. Isn't Mr. Grindelwald here?"

Dumbledore showed a slightly surprised expression, like... as if he didn't know why Harry knew Grindelwald?The sense of disobedience from today's day instantly colluded, Harry took out his wand, and was trying to escape from the principal's office, but was shocked to find that he couldn't control his body, and his whole body went limp.

Harry suddenly understood.He scowled, expressionless.

"You're talking to me. You don't know anything, do you?" Snape's eyes drifted away faintly, and at some point he was pointing his wand straight at his throat, "It's the anti-stress potion that was poured into the potion repeatedly." , is it? No wonder you have been away for so long, it is because you have avoided being tasted by me, and the dosage is small, in order to wait for the effect of the medicine to take effect."

"Quick response. Just based on this, you are definitely not Potter." Snape's face was cold, his expression was gloomy, "Where's Potter?!"

"You are definitely not Severus Snape!" Compared to Snape's calmness, Harry, who was stuck on the sofa, was almost flawed, and his expression was restored in an instant, but there was a faint madness in his eyes, "Snape, that old bastard where?!"

The coldness of Xi Zhui's icy body back then seemed to still remain in his bosom.

He will never let anyone die because of him again.