HP Dark Hero

? This is a very ordinary morning.

Harry Potter grabbed his schoolbag and led the sleepy Ron Weasley out. On the way, he handed a tissue to his best friend with toothpaste foam hanging from the corner of his mouth. The other party was not even awake enough to tell who handed him what.

Potter shook his head, took Ron's backpack with him, and threw the homework papers and pens that the other party had forgotten into the bag.

The two teenagers pushed each other to the common room, where they met Hermione Granger, who just closed her book.Ron who saw Hermione was obviously in good spirits. The smirking red-haired boy was unexpectedly handsome, but the brunette witch pointed out that his robe was on the wrong side.

Ron blushed, and hurriedly straightened himself up. The gold and red tie hung crumpled aside like a pickle. Hermione couldn't see it, so she reached out to straighten the other's collar, and the tie was tied into a beautiful knot.

The black-haired and blue-eyed boy couldn't help but burst out laughing. Potter stretched out his hands and wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the two best friends. The uneven height made Potter's posture a little strange, but his heart overflowed with joy.The three laughed at the same time, and walked out like a large barricade, but their figures were so natural and harmonious.

"Harry," Hermione cast a teasing glance at Potter who was stuffing cereal into his mouth. Potter bit his silver spoon and turned his head in confusion, while Ron on the other side was stretching out his hand trying to catch the smoked ham sandwich in the distance, "not today Do you practice your 'Dumbledore Headmaster's task'?"

Blushing with embarrassment, Potter said, "Uh, you know...?"

"Hmm, fake mission." Hermione put on a standard aristocratic expression, raised her jaw, and threw Potter a 'Needless to say? ' look.

Potter almost burst out laughing, and quickly swallowed the food in his mouth.

Hermione looked at Potter's relaxed posture, a tiny smile on his lips.

"Well, it's probably... You see, Malfoy has been looking for trouble lately, and Ron is like that..." Potter pointed, and Hermione shrugged, expressing helplessness at Ron's sudden temper, "I think I'm, uh, suffer affected something."

Potter didn't understand what he said, but Hermione didn't ask further. She also felt that Draco Malfoy's attitude was a little too much. It was different from the disputes that happened by chance on the road in the past. A corner came out, and a few words ignited a new round of disputes.

In all fairness, the last few times they met Draco, Harry Potter, their de facto leader, performed with ease, neither following up and joining the fight angrily, nor standing quietly behind others and allowing the situation to escalate.This neither serious nor serious attitude is so mature that it almost makes people feel strange.

Hermione took a positive view of this, exclaiming very much, and wondering if Ron would be able to grow self-aware.

Potter wanted to put in a good word for Ron in order to avoid his image in Hermione's mind becoming more and more like a little troll, but when he looked back and saw the picture of Ron trying to chew a sandwich in his hand while pouring pumpkin juice into his mouth, he Had to give up this plan.

Several people went to the classroom immediately, and Potter had a fresh experience of the sixth grade course that he had personally experienced for the first time. The warm sunshine was shining on the textbooks, and the rare sunny weather in British winter made people feel much more open. Potter flipped through the textbook, and there were scattered notes on it, obviously just jotted down when Harry was on the rise, and some of them had nothing to do with the class, just some weird scribbled lines.

He was very used to reading these, after all he always had to borrow Harry's textbooks to do his homework at night.

Thinking of this, Potter paused, feeling awkward about the words 'Harry's textbook'.He simply didn't want to, turned a few pages, and began to take notes seriously.

Harry couldn't seem to wake up when he was using his body, and Potter carefully held his heart under the cover of the table, vaguely and vaguely feeling another soul sleeping deep in it.

This feeling is strangely warm.

Potter could know that there would always be someone by his side, day and night.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked vaguely, Honeydukes sugar quill in his mouth.No wonder this would be a hot seller, Potter looked at Ron like this, and immediately thought of the two big thugs who were always eating and drinking next to Malfoy.

"It's all right." Potter smiled shyly, retracted his hands and scratched his head, brushing his black hair all over the place.

Ron made a puzzled sound, looked at Potter for a while, then looked away, and also cheered up for class.

Hermione and Ron were elected as the prefects of Gryffindor in the fifth grade, and were re-elected until the sixth grade, but the prefect duties were mainly performed by the fifth grade students, and the sixth grade was mostly the honorary position of guidance.Professor McGonagall had issued a notice of the prefects' meeting to the prefects of the Lion House a few days ago, and the two were going to take part in the handover of the meeting. They waved to Potter, who was standing in the other direction of the corridor branch, and looked at Potter, who was alone. appear hesitant.

"It's nothing to worry about," Potter smiled casually, telling his friends in the most direct manner that he was not a cub to be carefully looked after.

Several people parted ways after saying hello, Potter shivered from the cold air, and decided to speed up his pace to sneak back from the secret passage to the warm and pleasant tower, then turned around and walked towards the empty corridor.

The moment Potter turned around, he was bumped lightly.The angle of the collision was so ingenious that Potter lost his balance and staggered a few steps, falling into the long narrow gap left for the decoration to be inserted into, almost slamming headlong into the sharp lamp.

At the very moment, he stopped in cold sweat, but was pulled into his arms by a pair of arms.

"Who!..." Potter was taken aback, and the moment he subconsciously shouted, he was tightly covered. He struggled violently in horror, but the other party clasped his wrist behind him as easily as if he had predicted his movements, and pushed him suddenly. Press him against the wall.

The rough wall, which was as cold as ice, made Potter shiver, but behind him was a warm body clinging to it, judging from the broad and powerful palms and the flat and firm chest that the other was a man, Potter had never been like this Confused and annoyed.

He was so easily subdued!

If Voldemort was behind, he would have died dozens of times after being suppressed.

Potter really realized how easily he could forget his own weakness, his desire to be strong, after a brief victory or ease.

Turning his back to the other party, with half of his face against the wall, Potter, who had just dropped his glasses, held his breath, and said as calmly as possible: "...Who are you!"

After all, this is Hogwarts. Once he finds an opportunity, it is relatively easy to escape or call for help, and someone will always pass by. This position is not too hidden; he needs to know: What is the opponent's purpose?How to procrastinate?

The man behind him leaned close to Potter's ear, and laughed in a low voice: "Honey──Miss me?"

Potter felt horribly the slight vibration from his back when the other laughed.

It was a very nice, sexy voice with a certain unique charm, which was very recognizable. Potter frowned, doubting that he knew this person.

"…We know each other?"

"Hmm ─ forgot me so soon? I thought, thanks to someone, we often ran into each other..."

The tone of the other party did not contain any malice, and was very familiar and intimate.

...was this just some kind of friendly prank?

Potter kicked himself frantically in the bottom of his heart, he didn't know anyone who would make such a joke.

"Stop kidding! Let go!" Potter growled angrily, struggling non-stop.

The other party was puzzled, 'Huh? ' After saying a word, he let go of his hand kindly.Unexpectedly, the opponent gave up the suppression so easily, and Potter, struggling too much, accidentally hit his shoulder and collarbone, hissing in pain.

"Honey, when can't you even get rid of this little trick..."

Potter turned around with difficulty in the narrow gap, and stared straight at the person in front of him. He and Harry were disgustingly near-sighted, without glasses and in a dark corner, they couldn't see each other's face clearly.

Potter simply took advantage of the opportunity to step sideways and deftly slipped out of the narrow gap, only to be grabbed back again.

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" Potter gritted his teeth.

A palm was firmly pressed on the side of his neck, and the other party moved closer, meeting his green eyes that were eager to breathe fire.

"Harry..." There was a pause, "...Potter?!"

The force of clasping the wrist suddenly increased, and the other party almost seemed to want to crush his wrist bone. Before Potter could cry out in pain or resist, the other party let go of his hand suddenly, and something seemed to fly into the other party's hand under Potter's blurred vision, followed by an object with a thin frame being stuffed into his hand.Those are his glasses.

"Sorry, I admitted the wrong person," the voice was as cold as winter at the moment, the cold wind was blowing, and the other party strode away. Potter put on his glasses, but only saw a piece of robes disappearing around the corner. In the few seconds he hurried to catch up, what was there? Neither did people.There was only the biting sound of the winter wind blowing through the corridor.

'…wrong person? ' Potter frowned, deeply puzzled.

──In Hogwarts, is there any girl who looks like him?