HP Dark Hero

?In the cold night at the end of November, even active Gryffindors, most of them prefer to spend the time after dinner in the warm living room.The lit fireplace glowed with a warm orange-orange glow, making Potter a little drowsy, wanting to fall asleep at the table at any time, he could only grit his teeth, clutching his quill in pain to fight against sleepiness.

"Harry, have you finished your herb homework? I'm still a few inches away..." Ron was also about to fall down on the table, asking vaguely, but the serious frown expression on his face did not move at all.

"Not yet... maybe Neville will be willing to lend us?" Potter pretended to write on a piece of parchment full of handwriting, but in fact the pile of scrawled words was not written at all, and Ron could see clearly.

The little witch who had already finished her homework sat across from the two of them. She said she would keep an eye on the progress of their homework, and grabbed a book to pass the time, but now she was buried in her own extracurricular readings. This situation made the two of them finally Find an opportunity to take advantage of the loopholes, and quietly discuss who to ask for help.

As the exam was approaching, Hermione paid more and more attention to the progress of the two of them - it was impossible for her to lend them homework for reference, and she would even persuade others to let them do it by themselves.

"Neville?"

"Well," Potter nodded slightly, "he's always been good at it... Maybe we can teach him the specified spells in Charms in exchange."

Ron agreed, then grinned, and nudged Potter lightly, "Good idea! Hey, this is our good buddy Harry Potter──you are like two people during the day and at night."

Potter broke out in a cold sweat, and replied vaguely: "Uh...is there?...I'm just...you know, I said that thing before...you forgot?"

"I remember." Now that he had figured out who he could refer to for the homework, Ron simply gave up on doing it on his own, held a pen and pretended to be, and whispered to Potter, "You said... Principal Dumbledore asked you to practice... imitating different people? What? I don't quite get it..." Ron's tone was full of confusion.

"Practice in advance for future situations where you may need to hide your identity and act... I don't really understand..." Potter said the reasons discussed in advance with a guilty conscience.

"Cool! That's so handsome," Ron exclaimed. "Sounds like a secret agent or a spy. How about I practice too?"

"I don't think so, if necessary, Principal Dumbledore should be able to say... Ron, do you think I have the talent in this area?" Potter quickly changed the topic, his face full of sincerity.

Hearing Potter's question, Ron Weasley carefully recalled and compared, and did not find any unnatural expression on his best friend's expression: "I would say... maybe he has some talent, but he doesn't? It's like Harry Potter's brother. Dude, if Principal Dumbledore's indicators are not like yourself at all, you probably have to work harder."

Potter laughed dryly and chatted a little to divert Ron's attention, but he remembered the day he came back awkwardly.He never thought that he could rush homework and chat with Ron and Hermione like this, with peace of mind and warmth.

A few months ago, after Harry dragged Ron out of the cellar, he hurriedly said goodbye to his other two partners.He rushed to the direction of the principal's office while using the Patronus Charm.The patron saint summoned by the spell quickly passed through the wall and rushed to different places.

Harry's Patronus was extremely fast, and Potter only saw a group of bright silver light emerge from Harry's wand, and even Harry didn't explain anything, the group of silver light disappeared quickly.

'...Harry? ' Potter hesitated, 'I thought, uh, if we could talk about…? '

He'd expected Harry to immediately ask for a face-to-face conversation when he got back, whether it was a stern reprimand or something; Harry didn't mention anything.

And he should apologize for his actions, whether or not Harry thought it would be better if he disappeared.He speculated in the back of his mind: Without him, Harry could finally have his time fully.Perhaps Harry expected this even more, even though he didn't think Harry was such a person, but he was not the one whose body was forcibly occupied, so how could he speculate on Harry's thoughts.He felt a little timid at the possibility, but knew he had to apologize.

Likewise, he wished to know more about Harry's past and the Dark Mark.

Harry laughed, 'Before this, I contacted some people who were probably desperate to know you were safe. '

'…who? '

'Headmaster Dumbledore and Sirius Black—'

Potter interrupted Harry in surprise, 'Sirius is at school? !Why? '

'Maybe it's better for him to explain...you're missing a lot. '

As Harry said, he really missed a lot, and Dumbledore and Sirius were really eager to know what happened to little Potter. When Harry rushed to the principal's office, the two who rushed to the principal's office after receiving Harry's message were actually faster than Harry, and even Severus Snape stood in the corner with an angry face and unwillingness.

After Harry briefly explained the situation, several people focused on the state of the little savior—whether it was psychological or spiritual.Dumbledore was very relieved to find Potter back. He had burdened Harry Potter too much. No matter which Harry he was, he should not have disappeared like this. The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Little Potter felt guilty for Dumbledore and Sirius, and at the same time, he was excited and regretful that Sirius became a professor, because he might not have the chance to attend his godfather's class——before he got his body back, he thought, there was probably no chance at all.

Harry had no obligation to continue helping him unconditionally.

Dumbledore reluctantly begged Harry to give him and little Potter some time for lessons every week.

'It's not an order, it's just a request from myself...I know it's unfair to you...I'm sorry.But before Harry has to take on everything, I want to help him face the challenge as much as possible. '

Harry agreed.

'Harry!You don't have to accept - I don't deserve you.I questioned your trust and ran away.This is your life. ’ Potter growled in frustration.

Harry simply replied: 'I owe Headmaster Dumbledore my life...if it wasn't for that gentleman, I would have indirectly killed him. '

Harry very generously left his weekday evenings to little Potter, and also declared that he would not help him with any homework, nor would he take the exam for him.Considering that little Potter could also experience the outside world through him during Harry's time, daily schoolwork should not be a problem.

It's a pity that even after listening to the class, there are still many homework that are unbelievably difficult to write. Ron and Potter referred to Neville's thesis on herbalism, but they were finally scolded by Hermione, Queen of the Lion House, and had no choice but to let them go.

Ron and Potter returned to the dormitory in desperation. The two looked up and smiled at each other. At least the homework was successfully completed.After washing up and saying goodnight to each other, Potter crawled into bed, not forgetting to take a sip of the improved age reducer before going to sleep as Harry requested.

Potter felt that this kind of life could last.

'Harry? ’ Early the next morning, Potter woke up consciously, and according to the new habit he had developed recently, he started trying to wake Harry up on time, ‘Harry──morning! '

He didn't know where Harry was either, so he could only try to call out to him with the concept of shouting to himself from the bottom of his heart.

Compared with the good and precise schedule during the summer vacation, Harry woke up later and later.

'Harry? '

'Harry! '

'Harry──'

'stop! 'Harry pressed his forehead hard, frowning, looking very uncomfortable.He appeared in the consciousness space with a translucent illusory posture, turned around and disappeared after throwing down a sentence: 'You go to class. '

'but──'

Seeing the black-haired youth disappear completely, Potter couldn't help guessing that the other party had... low blood pressure?People who can't get up in the morning and don't want to go to class.

This seemed to shorten Harry's sense of distance a lot. Potter snickered, thinking that it was rare for Harry to behave like this, let Harry sleep a little longer, and let him take the class this morning.

He takes control of his body naturally, with little overreaction.

Potter jumped out of bed, walked lightly to avoid waking the dormmates who were still asleep, walked slowly into the bathroom, took a large handful of water and slapped it on his face, grinning his teeth from the biting cold water, couldn't help snoring I shivered.

Grabbing the toothbrush, Potter looked up, and couldn't help but stare at the green-eyed boy with his wet face in the mirror for a moment.

It was as if... this was his body.