HP Dark Hero

?Harry cast himself several spells to increase his speed along the way, and finally made it to the cellar, leaning against the door of the Potions classroom, gasping for breath.

He quietly leaned against the crack of the door and peeped in, not understanding why the classroom door was locked before the class bell rang, but he was startled by the sudden low voice from behind.

"──Harry Potter? Let me see... Please allow me, why is the great Potter standing outside the door of the Potions classroom at this time?"

Harry hurriedly turned his head, and met the deep black eyes of Gujing Wubo, the overly familiar eyes made him subconsciously reply: "Sorry, Severus, there is Potions in the little savior's timetable, I can't be sure if this is a small mistake in the course ..."

Harry explained that he took out the timetable and handed it to Snape. On the parchment with the Hogwarts crest magically stamped, there were indeed words such as Advanced Potions NEWTs written on it.

Severus Snape glanced at Harry's heaving chest and sweat-covered neck in a low voice, and didn't reach out to pick up the paper, but kept his hands crossed over his chest, and said in a soft, emotionless tone: " Call the professor by name, and five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Without waiting for Harry to refute, he repeated: "If you have this class in your timetable, then why is this time still like a wooden post blocking the door?" Then he took long, slender legs and strode forward with his billowing robe Step into the classroom.

Harry didn't have time to think, and hurriedly stepped on the class bell and slipped into the back door.To his surprise, it seemed that everyone had already arrived in the classroom and waited.The sixth grade Potions class turned out to be a joint class of the four colleges, probably because there were too few students who met Snape's selection requirements, so it happened to be merged into one class.

The classroom was full, and only the first row facing the desk was vacant. He faced Snape's annoyed gaze, and sat down bravely.At the same time, Harry faintly smelled the glory potion that Lucius Malfoy used to, turned his head, and Draco Malfoy happened to be on the right.

Draco secretly shot him a disdainful look. However, Harry noticed that the other party's face was paler than when he started school, and his mental condition was not good. After using the potion to cover up, there was still a slight bruise under his eyes.And his tablemate Blaise Zabini looked bored.

Hermione Granger on the left looked surprised, and her companion was a girl Harry didn't know.

Just as Harry was observing the situation, there was a cold snort from above, and Severus Snape cast a cold, ironic look condescendingly, and the smirk on his face was weird and distorted.

With an elegant tone and ending, he said like a poem: "Can I ask the great Harry Potter to take pity on him and see his poor and humble Potions professor just once?"

Snickers sounded from every corner of the classroom.

Slytherins generally performed better in Potions, so most of the classes were Slytherin students, followed by Ravenclaw, and there were very few Lions and Badgers.

Snape tapped his knuckles on the table, and the classroom immediately returned to silence. He continued: "I think everyone has seen that there is one more person who is out of condition in our class - from expression to ability. Obviously, our future courses It is an honor to be in the same room with famous people. People who have no ability to survive a catastrophe pay attention to their own lives."

Harry listened to this malicious and pointed words, and looked at Severus Snape with a gloomy expression in astonishment. The implicit meaning of this sentence was that he was accepted as a part of the class?Even if his level may be so poor that other little wizards need to pay attention to protect themselves at all times?

"I believe that everyone clearly understands the requirements of the class, so I won't repeat them here. Those who don't know, please leave immediately." Snape took out his wand and tapped on the blackboard, and densely packed writing appeared on it, marking the potions and precautions made today, "Now , finish your work before get out of class ends."

After speaking, the students hurriedly arranged their own division of labor, some got up to fetch materials, and some organized tools. Harry gave Hermione a reassuring look, got up as well, but walked straight to Snape at the podium.

"Professor Snape," Harry twitched his fingertips, cast the sound-proof spell very skillfully, with a deadpan expression, "With little Potter's grades, he definitely shouldn't be assigned to this class, I think you would want me to leave?"

Snape didn't even have the patience to glance at him: "This is another coercive arrangement by your dear Headmaster Dumbledore. He finally realized that even in the field of Potions, he can also order and drink as he pleases and drink as he pleases." A giant monster came in."

"I thought you weren't going to say yes or back down...even if that was Dumbledore," Harry pointed out.

"Precise! Obviously, that was for some reason that had to be agreed," Snape curled his lips into a crooked malicious smirk, "compared to letting Mr. Potter use his own life as a Quidditch game." Going out and lounging, obviously better off using the hallowed Potions class as his nursery."

"...Are you willing to accept this request?"

"With pleasure, no doubt." Snape replied with feigned surprise, as if he couldn't understand why Harry questioned his acceptance of it, "It's a smart move than wasting more of my personal time looking for lost children." .”

"…All right."

"May I assume that you have better control over your limbs and refrain from reckless and thoughtless behavior than Potter, the wormy troll?"

Harry rubbed his scar habitually, realizing helplessly that he would have to suffer here for a long time before he could find a way to reasonably solve the problem.

Reluctantly, Harry went to the medicinal material storage cabinet to pick and choose, selected the correct material with unexpected speed and precision, and returned to the table with the pile of grass roots or dried insects, facing the blackboard and textbooks look on in despair.

He didn't know if he had such a talent for Potions, but because of Severus Snape's extremely bad attitude when he first entered the wizarding world and was in class at Hogwarts, he hated Potions from the bottom of his heart.

This problem didn't improve even after becoming a somewhat life-and-death partner with Severus Snape in the future: the way Snape taught him didn't change, and neither did the results.

What's more, he is bound to a partner with the youngest potion master of the age, so why bother.

Later, Harry was more trained to identify medicinal materials and characteristics. It was not required to be able to make, or even recognize what kind of potion it was, as long as it could distinguish the main ingredients of the potion, and rely on intuition to speculate whether there was a problem and what the potion might produce effect, and then to guard against.It may be a miracle that he was not poisoned to death.

That was due to special circumstances during the war, and Severus Snape had to accept it through gritted teeth, and he obviously didn't have such privileges at this time.

And Snape was leaving the lectern and going around the tables, not planning to put any effort into Potter, the high-risk missing child.

Seeing this, Harry picked up the silver knife, with a straight back and a straight posture, glanced at the material processing requirements, and smoothly began to cut all kinds of potion materials into pieces, slices, shreds, strips, dices, and powders.The many confinement he has been in in the past may allow him to perform better in the treatment of medicinal materials?

Draco Malfoy was surprised at first that Harry Potter correctly picked out several easily confused grass leaves and powders, but when he turned his head, he was secretly surprised to see that Harry handled the medicinal materials with perfect gestures, and he was not in a hurry.However, the objects cut out by the other party are confused, and there are only three types: squares, long squares, and residues.

"Merlin! Potter, you're not going to throw that pile of rubbish into the cauldron are you?" Draco exclaimed exaggeratedly in a low voice, "You can save everyone's lives in no time as long as you give up this idea. We will be grateful for that, Gao To the savior, the great Potter."

The nearby Slytherins snickered when they heard this, and Draco Malfoy made it a point for Harry to see the material he and Blaise had processed, with a sarcastic look on his face.

In comparison, the difference is very obvious.

Harry looked at the platinum boy in silence for a long time, then he raised the corner of his mouth and replied in a low voice, "Thank you, Malfoy,"

Draco turned his head in surprise, but said nothing.

Blaise Zabini on the side was silent, taking a panoramic view of the interaction between the two.

Hermione whispered some tricks from time to time, making Harry's cooking process go smoothly at first.However, she would always be caught by Snape, and after deducting points two or three times, the little witch could only pray for Harry in her heart, biting her lower lip anxiously.

Harry finished processing the materials in a decent manner, and thought he followed the steps written on the blackboard in a straightforward manner.Although potion science is a fine technique, Harry doesn't care about some details in the steps, which can be called the Beastism of potion making.

Letting go of the stirring rod, squinting at the cauldron, Harry was holding a handful of dried thornweed powder, ready to sprinkle it into the cauldron at the right time.

'...Wait, don't let it go! '

Harry paused, '…Potter? '

'Yes, Harry, uh, I mean... I wanted to say I'm sorry.Before…'

'We'll talk about this later. The little savior finally appeared, which made Harry vaguely relieved, at least the other party did not choose cowardly to escape forever, refusing to communicate and think. Harry interrupted little Potter, watching the potion in the cauldron showing signs of boiling, 'You said wait?Why? '

Potter quickly explained that he woke up when Harry was starting to make the potion, and happened to notice that when Harry was talking to Draco, Zabini next to him turned off the fire and only sprinkled the powder when he stirred clockwise.

Now that he saw how it was done, Potter didn't want to see Harry make a mistake.

'……I see,'

A poor excuse, Harry thought, but silently accepted little Potter's awkward, bewildered overtures.

Harry didn't blow up his own cauldron in the end, just boiled out a gelatinous substance that didn't seem to be useful.

He folded his arms around his chest, wondering how far this pot of dark blue glue was from the clear blue, smooth, liquid Snape wanted.

Snape, who came back, glanced at Harry's finished product, and said without hesitation: "Waste of medicinal materials, Gryffindor will deduct fifteen points. Clean it up!"

With a wave of the wand, the pot and its scum disappeared.

Harry was holding the spoon and the empty bottle, meeting the malicious Snape's eyes.

"Now, the one who handed in the finished product can dismiss the get out of class." Snape knocked on the table, then lowered his head and asked softly, "What's the matter, Potter? Need help?"

'Like you said yes, he'll be like a kind person, happy to help! ' Potter scolded angrily.

"No, thank you," Harry grinned, raising a bright and flamboyant provocative smile, and replied in a sweet tone that only the two of them could hear, "I just thought, maybe you'd give me back a new cauldron, Severus ?”

Harry threw down the spoon, and slowly took out a bottle of dark blue glue paste with his famous name on it from under the table, and placed it on the podium in front of Snape——Severus Snape only has such tricks, and he has been with him for many years. Second hand?

Even if it is a failed product, at least there is homework. Harry left the classroom at a leisurely pace.

Just after stepping out of the door, Harry found little wizards making a mess in the corridor not far away.

The cellar was under the jurisdiction of Severus Snape, and Harry didn't want to provoke that difficult ex-partner to catch him in trouble, bowed his head and hurried away.

It's a pity that even though the people surrounded by them couldn't see their faces, the extremely conspicuous red hair and platinum blonde color were very easy to recognize. It was obvious that Draco and Ron had quarreled again.Seeing this, little Potter cursed Malfoy in his head.

Harry didn't know why they had so much energy to quarrel, and pushed aside the crowd with a headache. After asking with Hermione, who was also helpless, he quickly understood the theme of this quarrel: Harry Potter's level is so bad, it must be shameless please The old bee, who held him in the palm of his hand, opened the back door and forced Snape to enroll him in Potions class, in order to show off Harry Potter's big-name style.

'…why did I come here to put Snape in trouble for me? 'Harry couldn't understand the speculations of the little wizards.

And the reason Ron was here was that Harry, who was worried about the problem with the schedule, would be made things difficult by the old bat, so he came here in advance to wait for the two of them to finish class.

"White Sable, what do you mean? What exactly do you want to do?!" Ron was furious. Since this semester, Draco Malfoy has been desperately looking for trouble, which completely ignited the bad relationship between them.

Some of the Slytherins who were watching were also puzzled.This semester, their chiefs have gone against the previous style of behavior, low-key and silent, looking tired and preoccupied.Only reacting to the golden trio of Gryffindor, it can be called a young confrontation without demeanor.

"Do your part, weasel," Draco raised his jaw, "what I want to do is beyond your intelligence."

"you……!"

Harry stepped forward to hold Ron in his arms, avoiding the pointless escalation of the conflict.

Draco turned his head to meet Harry, who was busy holding Ron down.

Those gray-blue eyes stared at him directly and sharply, with observation and scrutiny in their eyes, but the words in their mouths were the opposite, meaningless: "Saint Potter? You are the only 'good' in the Potions class, Do you always like the feeling of being in the spotlight and being unique?"

Harry asked back in a strange tone, "...Malfoy, do you have something to ask me?"

Harry always felt that Draco's confrontation with them gave him the illusion that he could relax and maintain his daily life.

Not only that, several quarrels seemed pointless, but in the end Draco Malfoy would turn the topic on him, as if to induce him to speak.

He was testing him?

If so, why?

"Is there something I should know about you?" Draco sneered.

Harry and Draco looked at each other for a few seconds, then shook their heads slightly, and pulled Ron Weasley away with the little witch.

Harry's unresponsive appearance bored all the little wizards who were waiting to see the excitement. Seeing that the Lord left one, they left in twos and threes.

A few minutes later, only Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini stood opposite each other in the corridor that returned to silence.

The cellar is deep in Hogwarts and lacks natural light.Only relying on the flames to provide faint light, the place is cold and dark all year round.There is no sound in the cellar, as if any living things are excluded here, it makes people feel cold and fearful.

"Blaise?" Draco glanced at his best friend, "I thought you left with Crabe and the others just now."

"Hmm... I thought, I don't know why you're still here. Maybe I should wait for you? We're friends after all," Blaise Zabini replied casually, still with that lazy and sexy voice, just a little green.

However, under the dim and weak light, those dark violet eyes seemed to be immersed in the darkness, and their emotions were unclear.

"Something personal." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Personal? Like...HarryJames Potter?"

Draco's heart skipped a beat, but there was a disgusted expression on his face, "How is that possible? It's just a difficulty in schoolwork, and I want to ask Dean Snape for advice."

"Really?" Blaise shrugged. "I thought you were looking for a savior, seeing how often you were so keen to trouble them."

"Blaise...you never ask about these things," Draco asked hesitantly, feeling the subtle emotion in his best friend's tone, "...Potter is not someone you're used to messing with."

"...who knows?" Blaise's mouth curled up. "Well, go before Professor Snape leaves. And I'm going to have some fun…"

Without waiting for Draco to answer, Blaise turned and waved, stepping into the darkness beyond the light of the fire.

Draco frowned, looking thoughtfully at the direction the other was leaving.Then he returned to the Potions classroom and pushed open the door. Unexpectedly, Severus Snape remained where he was, silently playing with a small glass bottle.

"Professor," Draco closed the door, watching Snape cast the Soundproofing Charm expressionlessly, "I have something to tell you..."

"As for the DarkLord mentioned... Harry Potter who is no longer a threat."