HP Dark Hero

?The British Isles, which entered the winter, began to be covered with heavy fog for a long time. Hogwarts, which cannot be located on the official map, was also shrouded in continuous thick fog.

Before it was the coldest season, the students could breathe out the mist during their conversations.

Potter looked sideways out of the window, and there were only a few sporadic figures outside, while he wondered in his mind whether because the severe winter was approaching, everyone's habits were closer to snakes or badgers, assuming that they could hibernate.

"Mr. Potter?" Professor Sprout's gentle call made Potter wake up from his trance, blushing in embarrassment, and deeply bowed his head to apologize to the lady who was seriously attending the class.

This was the case for most of the students in the theory class. Professor Sprout was not too harsh, and lightly exposed it, and continued to explain the characteristics of some rare plants.

Potter hurriedly lowered his head to take notes seriously, as if this would relieve some of the shame in his heart of being named.

On the page of the textbook in Potter's hand, there were two types of notes that were similar but could be easily distinguished after a closer look.The handwriting in the first few chapters is concise, the records are scattered and casual, and some notes are even difficult to judge the meaning of the content, but in the later stages, there are more neatly arranged, slightly hasty notes, and the content is relatively flat and unremarkable.

The last few pages are almost all written by the latter.

Ever since Harry first asked Potter to take his place in class, Harry's behavior had become increasingly unpredictable.Occasionally, he woke up in the morning and waved Potter to replace him, or he casually said 'not interested' or 'I thought I wasn't a student? ', so he looked for an opportunity to replace Potter.

If Potter were to say it, he felt that Harry was lazy and unmotivated, no different from most of the students around him who were eagerly approaching the Christmas holidays with high expectations.

Harry, who attends the class completely according to his mood, made the little savior very used to 'replacing the class'.

However, Harry's time was greatly reduced, and Potter was worried about this, and specifically asked if he would swap time slots with Harry, but Harry just waved his hand indifferently.Sensing the vague mixed emotions in his heart, Potter eagerly hoped to do something for Harry.

The black-haired young man pondered for a long time with his green eyes lowered, and only replied 'I hope little Potter can rest at normal time and get enough sleep'.

"Just that one thing," Harry spread his hands in the consciousness space, his posture relaxed, "I don't want to wake up always feeling tired."

Harry had a rare mocking smile on his face.

Potter nodded hastily, and couldn't help feeling a little awkward, even though he didn't do anything that night.

After lunch time, the three of Potter and Ginny returned to Hogwarts Castle from the Black Lake. Ron was hopping from the cold, exaggerated, trying to keep himself warm.

"Looks like this is the last time in the near future." Hermione wrinkled her face in the same cold way, and cast a warming charm on each other, "The weather is getting colder and colder."

"Why on earth would you want to have a picnic by the Black Lake?" Ron muttered, rubbing his hands together to keep warm. "I'd rather go to the Quidditch pitch."

Ginny shook her head deeply and sighed as she watched Ron's yelling.

After winter, there is a withered scene near the Black Lake. There is nothing on the bare branches, and a layer of ice forms on the surface of the Black Lake. Only occasionally, huge black shadows can be seen swimming past.

Contrary to the gray weather these days, and seizing the rare opportunity of clearing up in winter, no matter who first mentioned running outside in this season, the three happily organized the picnic, and got along with them who happened to meet Ginny.There were many students who had similar thoughts, but in fact the sunlight was not warm enough at all, so most of them also returned trembling.

Potter exhaled a breath of white mist and looked at the rarely clear sky.

"──Potter!"

Hearing the shout, Potter turned his head subconsciously, and saw a figure under a tree not far away waving at him slightly.The other party was leaning against the tree trunk, and his posture seemed careless.

Potter narrowed his eyes, trying to identify the other person.

"Harry?" Spotting Potter stopped in his tracks, Hermione followed his gaze and said in surprise, "That's... Zabini? You have a date with him?"

Ron frowned momentarily and grimaced.

Potter shook his head and exchanged glances with Ginny, finding each other's puzzled faces.

It was rare for the other party not to be following Draco Malfoy, and the attitude of obviously waiting for them made Potter a little curious.He hesitated, perhaps taking some time to hear what the Slytherin had to say.

"Maybe Zabini has business with me, I mean, maybe a friendly conversation...?"

"Is it really all right? I always feel something is wrong with Zabini..." Hermione frowned.

"I agree, Harry, who knows if he's just another trouble Malfoy has set up?" Ginny agreed.

Potter hesitated, noticing Ron's inexplicable annoyed stare at Zabini, so he could only reply nervously, "I'll meet you soon.", calling for a few partners to go first.

"Dude, if that guy does something, let us know right away! I'm waiting to beat that guy up for you!" Ron punched menacingly.Even though the two little witches objected to Potter facing Blaise Zabini alone, Ron couldn't help pulling them away in a hurry, and had no choice but to bid farewell to Potter.

Potter waved his hand, and when he turned around, he saw Blaise Zabini smiling, looking back and forth at him thoughtfully.

Noticing Potter's gaze, Blaise Zabini waved to Potter with a smile on his face, and at the same time, an exquisitely packaged square box was handed to the little savior.

"As an apology gift...I thought, maybe you'd like to accept it?" Blaise Zabini's tone was light, it didn't sound like an apology, it sounded like a normal greeting.

Potter took the square box casually. The flat box was a bit heavy. Judging from the feeling in his hand, it should be some kind of dessert. The Honeydukes logo on the side of the box confirmed Potter's speculation.

And something familiar to Potter about Blaise Zabini made him ignore these unconsciously and observe the other side carefully.

The other party was wearing a black robe, the collar of his shirt was open casually, and a silver and green tie was loosely tied.Perhaps sensing his gaze, Blaise looked back amusedly, those eyes looking friendly and approachable.On the whole he was a charming man, but Potter had a weird sense of distaste and dissonance.

But Potter had no contact with this person, and only knew him as Malfoy's friend, so he didn't like or dislike him at all.

After recalling for a while, he thought of a seemingly unrelated person.

"...Mr. Proth...?!" Potter asked in surprise.

"...yes," Blaise was obviously surprised that Potter recognized the identity he had only met once, but he admitted bluntly, "maybe I should say: Long time no see?"

The young wizard who appeared to be his own age smiled, smiling like an elder at a junior, which made Potter uncomfortable.

"How did you end up at Hogwarts?! Duplicating the potion? So Blaise Zabini, he...?"

Blaise laughed. "I'm Blaise Zabini, and I mentioned... I'm from the same place as him. We've had the same thing."

"Did Harry ask you to help?" Potter asked suspiciously - in fact, Harry didn't know that he had met the adult wizard who claimed to be Proth, and he never mentioned his partnership with the person in front of him.

All the things about this person and Harry came from the other side's one-sided words.

Blaise's lips curled into a smile as he toyed with a delicate green crystal pendant in his pocket right hand.He opened his mouth to answer: "I'm here only because of Harry.──For him, I can do anything."

There was an indescribable solemnity in his tone.

The bronze-skinned Slytherin lowered his eyes, hiding the fleeting ferocity in the violet eyes.

Potter watched the other.There was an intuition in the savior's heart, telling himself that the other party was not exaggerating or lying.

Regardless of other aspects of concealment, at least for Harry, Potter believed his sincerity.

And what kind of actions Blaise Zabini will take to prove this in the future, Potter at this time has no idea.

Potter said, "If you're doing it for Harry... perhaps, we could work together?"

"my pleasure."

Blaise shook Potter's unsolicited hand lightly, and the two established a new partnership.

In the moment when his hands were clasped, an unbearable image of what happened recently popped into his mind, and Potter was so frightened that he almost swung Blaise away. Potter's eyes widened, his hairs all over his body exploded, and he couldn't help shouting loudly: "Are you that guy a few days ago?!"

Blaise tilted his head, Potter restrained himself, pulled his hand back naturally and politely, his tone was hurried and disorganized: "Sorry, I mean, if I misidentified the person... after all you...but...why...how is it possible..."

Before Potter could decide how to deal with it, the pain of being nibbled by something hard on his waist brought him back to his thoughts.The gift box in his hand reminded him that Blaise Zabini seemed to say... 'as an apology' when he stopped him at first?

"Wait, this is an apology gift, so──you really are that person?! Are you apologizing for that?"

Blaise's smile didn't change.

Potter's brain uncontrollably re-examined the information and memories of the person in front of him, from the first time he met Proth, the sweet and intimate greeting, the overly ambiguous behavior a few days ago, the 'admitting the wrong person' the other party said... Blaise Zabini was the thread that tied it all together.

"That," Potter broke out in a cold sweat, "Zabini, what is your relationship with Harry...?"

"He's my dear." Blaise Zabini replied openly and generously without any shyness.

If Harry was here, he would probably have twitched his eyes at this moment, clutching his forehead and gritting his teeth in pain.what dear? Blaise had probably called hundreds of people darling, which was essentially a title, no different from the 'hey dude' everyone else was saying!

However, so far in his life, little Potter, except for Madam Pomfrey in the medical wing, has not really met anyone who uses 'dear' as a daily address.So he believed it, and was dumbfounded - he never thought that any Harry Potter would be with a man!Not Cho Chang, Ginny, Luna, or Hermione, he suspected Ron was much more likely.

Unexpectedly, he in another world chose Blaise Zabini.

He'd never met Blaise Zabini before, and he'd only known Blaise Zabini from the girls' flushed, romantic chatter before.

Reminiscent of Zabini's various glamor and fame, little Potter became deeply angry, and felt worthless for Harry from the bottom of his heart.

When Potter's thoughts were wandering, Blaise Zabini stepped forward to put his hands on Potter, and met Potter's eyes.

"Potter, I think you should understand enough that this is not your body..." Blaise stared deeply at Potter, "──it's mine. Maybe you can pay attention to your private life and behavior?"

Potter was puzzled, and as Blaise glanced towards Hogwarts Castle, he saw a person standing by the window, and the other person's bright red hair made him recognize Ginny Weasley at a glance.The girl kept an eye on their position, wary of any harm Slytherin could do to Potter.

Blaise squeezed Potter's shoulder hard while looking at Ginny from a distance, the place where he was bruised when Blaise pinned him down and tried to break free a few days ago ached, Potter grinned in pain, stared at him in disbelief, and became inexplicably weak.

It was Harry's body... not his.

He even had the illusion that the other party was using Ginny as an excuse to remind him of this matter.

Potter secretly reminded himself that he should pay more attention to avoid causing trouble for Harry, and never realized that he was being surrounded by the other party: he was indeed trapped in Harry's body at the moment, but Harry could be said to have taken his place, it had nothing to do with being forced or not.

"I'll pay attention," Potter replied.

Blaise let out a languid chuckle, and the two returned to the castle in a harmonious atmosphere, agreeing to message each other if there was any situation during the journey, and then hurriedly said goodbye and left separately.