HP Dark Hero

?On the first day of school, Harry packed up early and arrived at the station with the little savior's worn-out suitcase and Hedwig's birdcage. It was only six or seven o'clock, and there was no one on the platform.

Following the usual practice, he found the last car and sat down, drank a sip of the potion hidden in the middle of the suitcase, and combined with the enchantment spell, he immediately looked almost the same as the little savior. .

It was a special variant of age-reducing potion made by Snape reluctantly at Dumbledore's request. It can greatly prolong the effect when combined with the enchantment spell.But that's enough for what's needed right now, Harry pouted.

So, when Hermione and Ron pushed open the door of the box, what they saw was a thin boy wearing a pair of thick round glasses, biting a quill pen and frowning, most of his body was covered by an ancient tome.

Harry looked up, casually pushed aside the messy notes that occupied most of the desktop, and said hello to the two little wizards.

"Harry!" The little witch glanced displeasedly at Harry's figure hidden under the robe and shirt, "Have you had breakfast?"

Ron winked at his friend, "Hey buddy, you came early. My mother was still on the platform worrying about his poor little son getting lost. You haven't come all holidays. Have you eaten enough and dressed warmly?"

Hearing this, Harry poked his head out of the car window and waved to Molly.

Seeing Harry, the Weasleys gathered around the car window. Molly's mother took Harry's cheeks in her arms and kissed him passionately on the forehead.Without waiting for her to say anything more, Harry quickly pushed that the train was about to leave and retreated into the compartment, and when he turned around, he saw two pairs of eyes full of ridicule.

"Merlin, I'm an adult!" Harry muttered awkwardly, rubbing his forehead.

"Dude, you haven't yet. And no matter you are an adult or not, even if you are 40 years old, in my mother's eyes, you are still his thin and petite youngest." Ron said full of pity, and his tone seemed to be that Harry Potter replaced him as the youngest The child gloated after relief.

Hermione ignored the two boys' gags, and carefully took the brick book in Harry's hand and started to flip through it, "Harry, where have you been during this vacation? Why do you read this kind of book?"

Ron leaned over, glanced at it twice, and shouted in a broken voice: "I can't understand what's in it! Every single word!"

"—The language on it is Old English, and even I don't understand it very well." The little witch bit her lip, her face full of confusion.

Harry threw away the pen, expressing in pain that he also couldn't understand.

This is an ancient book he dug out in a corner of the library in the Potter Manor. The soul issue between him and little Potter always gave him a sense of foreboding. The sooner it can be resolved, the better, and he has no time to read this book during the holidays. Through, I can only spend a period of time researching with the intention.

Facing the suspicious look in the little witch's eyes, Harry simply spread his hands, "It's Snape...professor gave me an extra semester homework." The painful expression didn't seem fake, it was completely sincere.

No one would have the courage to question the gloomy and difficult Potions Master anyway, and Harry didn't have the slightest bit of guilt for pushing the matter on him.

Ron and Hermione remembered the time they went shopping in Diagon Alley together a few days ago.

The two hadn't seen Harry for a summer vacation, they only communicated by letters, and many major events happened at the end of the fifth grade. After the short vacation, they felt a little nervous about seeing Harry whose condition was unknown.

The two came to Florin Fusco's ice cream shop at the agreed place early, ordered one each, and then discussed Harry's current situation in a low voice.

The situation was clearly more dire than they could have predicted.

When Harry arrived late, he was mercilessly thrown into the ice cream shop by the stiff-faced Severus Snape holding his collar!

Hermione and Ron watched in astonishment as Snape strode away from the store which was completely different from his image, but before they could catch their breath, they saw Snape returning with heavy steps with a face full of reluctance, angrily waiting outside the store.

Considering the fact that Harry was escorted by Snape, they wouldn't think that Snape just happened to book a date here.

The two hurriedly set up Harry, who ordered ice cream and ate it unhurriedly. Because of the powerful low pressure of the professor who followed him far behind, they bought sixth grade textbooks and utensils in the fastest and most concise way. He came and left a sentence of "See you on the Hogwarts Express" and hurriedly ended the trip.

Reminiscing so far, Ron quickly asked: "Harry, where did you go this summer vacation? Could it be...with the old bat?!"

Just imagining dining with Snape made Ron shudder and sick to his stomach, and if Harry could spend two months with him, Ron suspected that Harry was out of his mind.

"It's just an ordinary manor. Before the summer vacation, a wizard related to the Potter family contacted me. It is said that it is a branch that moved to Germany a long time ago. It happened to come to England on business and invited me to go on vacation." Harry half-truthfully explained. arrive.

The little witch asked worriedly: "It sounds like a lie, everything is too coincidental. If you still have blood relatives of the Potter family, why do you know nothing about it and never come to look for you? A strange distant relative will Invite you to their manor for vacation, and for the whole summer?"

Harry explained that the connection between the German magic world and England was not so close, and the other party also belonged to a more reclusive and low-key family. This time it was purely a coincidence, and so on.

"Besides, it wasn't originally planned like this. It was just that he happened to pick up Bla...Sirius, and he had a way to treat him, so he stayed in England for so long..." Harry paused, seeing that Hermione's attitude softened a lot, and took advantage of the trend that might appear in the future. "I've learned a lot of magic from him... of all kinds."

"No wonder Sirius isn't nervous about you at all, you've been living together all summer!" Ron suddenly realized.

"I was so lucky to meet my relatives and happened to save Sirius." Hermione said with a smile, "He must have taught you a lot too, right? The homework this time is really difficult,"

Harry and Ron's expression twisted and pained at the same time, the former was helping little Potter with his homework day and night, and the latter was being urged by his girlfriend to make up his homework day and night.But the conclusion was that none of them had finished writing. At the same time, they reached out to beg for help against the little witch's exasperated roar, and expertly turned out the parchment scroll and the self-inking quill.

Hermione sighed at Harry, unable to understand why Harry had a better environment to use the vacation to enrich himself but chose to let himself down.

While unfolding the herbology homework that the little witch lent them as a 'reference', Harry muttered in his heart: "By the time I notice that he hasn't finished the homework, it's already too late..."

Just as Ron and Harry were supplementing their homework with trembling and crooked handwriting on the rickety train, their compartment door was pushed open.

With a touch, the three turned their heads and looked at the door suspiciously.

Not surprisingly, the person standing upright in the middle of the entrance and exit raised his jaw arrogantly, a few strands of his meticulous platinum-blond hair fell loosely on his forehead, and his narrowed gray-blue eyes were full of disdain. Draco Malfoy.The two big men Goyle and Crabbe standing behind him were still holding food and stuffing it into their mouths.

Surprisingly, there was a lazy, careless young man leaning against the aisle of the carriage. Harry froze for a few seconds before remembering that this was the young Blaise.Why did he follow?

"Malfoy! Go back to your place!" Ron was the first to jump up and cursed, "Get away from us, you and your two big dog-legged henchmen and the scumbag gang get out of here immediately!"

"Was one of the weasel family of pure-blood traitors talking just now?" Draco feigned surprise, "I didn't expect animals mixed with Muggles to speak human language!"

"Herak, keep your mouth clean...!"

Hermione got a headache and pressed her temples in distress, "Ron, stop arguing! Malfoy, you too, go from the front of the car to the back of the car just to bicker? It's sixth grade, can you guys grow up?"

The witch's persuasion was useless, but added fuel to the flames. They immediately began to speak out, scolding each other with great joy, as if they were going to roll up their sleeves and fight hand-to-hand at any time.

Harry buried his head in copying, and ignored the quarrel among the little wizards.

"Hey, Potter," Draco realized that Potter was outside, pointed at Ron who was chirping and jumping, and turned his head to sneer at the thin boy who was concentrating on the pile of papers, "I heard that this savage animal is Your friend?" He choked up and screamed loudly at the top of his throat, "Sixth grade! Can your lackluster taste grow, Scarhead?"

In this regard, Harry didn't even give a glance, but sighed in his heart that Draco, who can talk about many issues, can have such a low IQ, like a first-year wizard cub, don't give up face for such a small verbal victory—although It may also be a disguise.Even now Harry doubts it

"Harry doesn't care about your boring conversation," Hermione sneered.

"Oh! Nosy mommy, your little darling Potter is starving, why don't you get out of here and go to the kitchen and make some messes for him?" Draco replied casually, responding unexpectedly to Hermione.He looked at Harry's desktop, "Saint Potter, your servants jumped out one by one in order to protect the dignity of the master, and you are... copying homework? Merlin, don't you even have the IQ and norms to finish homework during vacation? "

Harry laughed, put down his quill and flicked his wrist, looking at Draco amusedly, "Well, now you're asking me to be a good student, Malfoy?"

Draco was furious, his face flushed with embarrassment about playing a monkey game in front of the other party, and he gritted his teeth angrily.And Harry didn't pay much attention to Draco. In his opinion, it was understandable for a young wizard who had just turned 15 or 6 to like to quarrel. In his impression, school life was nothing more than that.While Draco was secretly ashamed and annoyed, he glanced at Blaise, the bronze-skinned boy was just turning his head, watching the farce in the box with indifference.

The moment their eyes crossed, the two exchanged a look quietly.

Blaise, who was leaning against the wall, straightened up suddenly, stretched like some kind of big cat, brushed his curly black hair as if nobody was there, and walked forward slowly, putting his right hand on Draco's left shoulder.

"Okay, Draco, what else can you say to these lions? You don't even understand the language," Blaise said boringly, "It's almost time to arrive at the station, instead of lowering your status and making a fuss, it's better to hurry back to our carriage. Pansy brought some fun gadgets..."

Draco went down the steps given by his friend, turned around and left, two thugs who acted as the set boards hurriedly caught up with snacks, and Blaise who left finally left with a smirk and apologized, and took it to the door, his behavior clearly showed the arrogance and arrogance unique to nobles Hypocrisy.It's just that when he closed the door, he blinked his violet eyes, and cast a light look at Harry, with the ends of his eyes raised.

Harry was terrified and stunned, and instantly remembered the idea of ​​hanging up the other party and beating him up a while ago.

He didn't think Blaise would openly show that he knew him, as he always did, because it would be better for both of them.

While Harry buried his face in his palm with a headache and confusion, the little witch who happened to be standing between him and Blaise didn't show any doubts before Ron, who was staring at the door angrily, grabbed his shoulders and shook him, growling nervously: "Mione ! Slytherins are bastards, there is no good thing! Look at Za...Zabins, Malfoy's henchman? What kind of eyes do he have! Don't be fooled by him!"

"It's Zabini, Ron, calm down!" Hermione brushed aside the maddened Ron, and had to agree with the girls' comments about how sexy Blaise Zabini was, but she added calmly, with confusion, "But I don't know him. "

"What the hell are they here for?" Ron repeated, puzzled.

The two studied the inexplicable provocations of several Slytherins, Harry yawned a little, and the little witch who was discussing was concerned and greeted.

"It's okay, it's probably because I've been staying up late these days and busy with homework, and I always feel very tired..."

Ignoring his physical fatigue, Harry secretly raised his spirits. He had already put the odds and ends into the suitcase, sat upright, and looked out the window thoughtfully.

"No matter what they are here for, you should change into your robes..." Harry said flatly, at this moment he could already see in the distance, the majestic and majestic view of Hogwarts Castle shrouded in the British Isles. In the mist, looming, "Hogwarts... is coming."

haven't seen you for a long time.