HP Dark Hero

?When Harry was woken up by Potter, he felt like he had just closed his eyes and rested for a while.Maybe it was the fatigue from lack of sleep that made him have a splitting headache, Harry's complexion was very grim, and he just held his forehead slightly to one side in response to Potter's greeting.

"Harry, are you okay? Or I'll take the class in the afternoon..." Potter was taken aback when he saw Harry's condition, and worriedly stepped forward to support Harry, wanting to share some of the weight of the pale black-haired youth—if The soul in the conscious space has weight.

Harry declined Potter's kindness, and smiled with his lips curled up, telling him not to worry too much. After thinking for a while, he carefully instructed: "I have to learn Potions by myself. Snape is too sensitive...I don't want to see any situation beyond my control. Maybe I'm not in a stable condition, but anyway, leave it to me to face Snape. Okay?"

Most of the time, Harry, who was strict with the little savior, slowed down his expression, asking for his cooperation with the extremely rare gentleness.

Potter felt unprecedented uneasiness at this performance different from the past, but couldn't figure out where this premonition came from, so he nodded seriously.

"What's going on this morning?"

"Normally," Potter recalled, "Sirius' Defense Against the Dark Arts class was still fun—Harry, you should really go, it was fun, and Sirius missed you—and then simply had lunch and set aside four 10-minute gap to go back to the tower to lie down and wake you up to swap. Same as the previous few Fridays.”

Harry smiled teasingly, "Didn't Ron suspect it?"

"Not at all. 'Snape needs to recharge his batteries before damn class' is a solid reason, for Ron." Potter returned a broad smile.

The atmosphere was much better because of Ron's talk, and Harry waved goodbye casually, taking over control of the body.

Potter watched closely the slender figure of the black-haired youth gradually fading away, not daring to look away for a second.

The cellar was extremely cold in the winter, and Harry couldn't help but stretched out his robes.

Arriving at the Potions classroom early seemed to be some kind of unspoken rule, except for the first unknown situation, Harry also abided by this rule.Hermione, who noticed Harry stepping into the classroom, quickly waved her hand. Harry smiled and hurried to the witch's side—after the first few lessons, it was obvious that Snape's malicious behavior had already angered the lioness of Gryffindor. She sat down firmly next to Harry.

"Hi, Mione. How was your lunch with Ron?" Harry winked.

"Thank you, it's the same as every lunch. You have expected too much from the Great Hall of Hogwarts." The brown-haired witch smiled generously, "Today is 'Second Personality' in charge of potions again, Harry?"

"Yes, beautiful lady," Harry laughed, his expression cheerful.

As for the occasional personality differences, Hermione didn't believe the little savior's reason for 'Dumbledore's training mission'. At first she agreed with Potter's explanation that 'Draco Malfoy's constant trouble making affected his mood', but this difference Quite stable - she almost suspected that Potter had mild split personality symptoms, and nicknamed Harry 'Second Personality' in a joking tone.

Harrt didn't know how much careful observation and research Miss Know-it-all had done in private, but thought it was very interesting.

She treated him and Potter as different people, which touched him with some inexplicable emotion.

The two chatted and joked a few words, Severus Snape strode into the classroom with billowing black waves like a dark cloud that lingered all year round, and caught the two chatting in a low voice.

Severus Snape raised his eyebrows, and said in a chant-like tone: "Ah, what a pleasure, the great Mr. Potter is taking part in our lessons again—Miss Granger, please return to your place."

The little witch was taken aback for a moment, then raised her hand to explain: "Professor Snape, Harry has one less team member──"

Hermione always believed that no matter how harshly Snape treated Harry, he still maintained a premise of following the bottom line of the rules.The Potions course is in pairs, which is one of the rules, but the professor would isolate Harry openly, which made her puzzled.

"Obviously, Mr. Potter's Potions grades, who broke the rules and joined the class, were not... ideal," Snape said in a pointed accent, "Even if I was in the same group as Potter, I couldn't be sure to stop his terrible trouble-making talent-- Then, in order to prevent Mr. Potter from affecting others..."

"But, Professor Snape, I think I—"

"Five points from Gryffindor. Now, don't make me repeat that."

Helpless, the little witch could only give Harry a supportive look of 'here anytime' and moved to the position to Harry's left.

Harry just waved his hands at this, and his face was full of expressions I knew long ago, without the slightest bit of irritation.

Snape snorted coldly, then tapped on the blackboard to explain something special.

What I want to explain today is actually the love potion.

"I regret to give...young, impulsive, year-round hormone excess you the opportunity to make highly difficult and dangerous potions. And I am puzzled and saddened by NEWTs' stupid insistence on their own opinions and refusal to remove the love potion from the scope. I don't expect you Configured it successfully, I only hope that you can save your own lives. After class, you need to return all the finished products, whether successful or not." Snape said, his contempt was undisguised, and many of them had ulterior motives for today's class The students who had thoughts suppressed their youthful thoughts one after another, and put on innocent and serious expressions.

Snape glanced at it, and knew that today's class was the same as every sixth grade intensive class in the past, and something would definitely happen-the brewing potion would give off a relaxing, euphoric scent.

In a trance in front of the cauldron, there is no need to repeat what will happen.

The professor with a face as gloomy and black as the bottom of a pot emphatically emphasized that if the steam does not rise in a spiral shape, or if the potion does not glow to a certain extent, immediately stop the action in hand.

As for the star of trouble, Harry James Potter, that young man was running like crazy as usual.

A girl from Ravenclaw raised her hand and asked, "Professor, it is said that the impermanence of love potions has not been solved yet. Is there really no so-called 'love potion'?"

Snape cast a cold glance, and under the intense gaze, the girl slowly withdrew her hand, her expression flushed with embarrassment.

In the end, Snape put his arms around his chest, but answered the question: "The perfect love potion, which will forcefully and unreasonably change people's will - that is the eternal Imperius Curse made into a potion."

Without saying anything more, Snape waved his hand and announced the start of production.

Harry absently finished his preparations.

Still extremely accurate material selection, extremely poor knife work.

Glancing at the production process, he carefully guided the fusion of the potions with his wand.

The closest to him on the left was Hermione, and the one on the right was Blaise Zabini, both of whom were secretly following him were signaling to Harry in their own way, but Harry didn't respond at all.

The eerie beeping rumbled in his head, preventing him from paying attention to other movements. Harry shook his head, focusing as much as possible on the cauldron in front of him.

The potion in front of Harry was as clear and smooth as crystal, and the steam was like a small tornado, pointing downwards and widening upwards, spiraling upwards——

The black-haired and blue-eyed wizard pondered with a headache whether this met the definition of 'glossy, spiral vapor', and carefully added the next material.

then.

The cauldron exploded.

Hermione Granger and Severus Snape, who was some distance away at the moment, pulled out their wands at the same time with great reflexes, and shouted 'there are many obstacles' in Harry's direction.

Harry next to the cauldron had raised his hand in a posture of protection from the spell a second before the explosion, but he stood there weirdly, and with a flick of his body, he slammed straight into the boiling and bubbling cauldron.

At the same time, Snape's and Hermione's spells came instantly, but they were directed at other students!

However, in the blink of an eye, the exploding potion splashed all around, and they concentrated on the obstacle spells that the two cast in front of the terrified students, and there was a pop, pop, pop sound; most of the potion was sprinkled at the critical moment Throwing Harry onto the stained Blaise Zabini robes under the table.

However, there was still a small amount of potion that splashed all over the face of Harry who couldn't dodge in a daze.

The buzzing tinnitus seemed to be scared away by the explosion, and Harry slowly began to recover his hearing, from the noisy environment of people, the ticking sound of the robe beside him, and the anxious shouting in his ears.

"Harry! Answer me!..." Blaise yelled as he held him tightly in his arms, restraining his right hand that was subconsciously trying to wipe away the potion.

Harry managed to open his eyes, but he didn't see Blaise Zabini's purple eyes staring at him first, but saw Severus Snape from the nape of his neck.

He saw the fleeting surprise in the other's eyes, but he didn't pay attention to the anger on the man's face, which was expected by everyone.That kind of surprise is like——for him, something that he believes in and is used to like a natural law suddenly has a different reaction from the past.

——He believed that even if Harry Potter blew up the cauldron, he could protect himself in time.

So let Harry make a group by himself.So aim the protective spell at other students who have no resistance.So Snape was amazed to see him being pushed to the ground by Blaise Zabini, who was cradling him in his arms.

When did Snape trust Harry Potter's ability? Harry was confused.

Or, did the other party just trust him?

A memory suddenly popped into Harry's mind.

That was when he first came to the Potions classroom.

Severus Snape even spared a look at him, saying: 'If you have this class on your timetable'--

…Potions, a class that Snape gave him specifically, not Potter?

why?

The slippery potion flowed into the eyes along the eyelashes, and Harry had to close them for the time being.

"Harry! Are you okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?" The familiar female voice asked hurriedly.

Hermione's voice was very tense, and Harry could almost imagine the little witch's anxious expression on the verge of madness, so he had to signal him that he was fine, don't worry too much.

"It's not bad, but it's a bit tight in the chest—" Harry said, with a sudden light on his body, and the muffled sound of someone hitting the table leg, he guessed that Blaise was probably thrown away by Hermione holding the collar, and couldn't help laughing, "It's much better now, but it's a bit...strange."

He smelled this failed potion of love, deliberately twisted his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

Unexpectedly, the voice of the little witch turned into another type of tension, "Harry, what do you smell? Flower scent? Grass? Something like parchment?"

"Uh," Harry identified it carefully, regretting to find that it was not such a friendly smell at all, "I think it's just - potion smell, nothing else. Don't worry, it seems that the potion didn't affect the sense of smell."

"Potion smell? But—"

"Potter, confinement for a week!" He cut off the conversation aggressively. In a few or two sentences, Severus Snape had carefully filled up the remaining liquid in the shattered cauldron, and waved his wand to clean up the environment: "Also, for inappropriate Chatting, Gryffindor will deduct 10 points. Put the finished product on the desk, and everyone dismisses class!"

Then, a dizzy, nauseated weightlessness made Harry realize he was levitating.

"Zabini, keep up, you need to go to the medical wing and make sure that the great Potter's failed dose doesn't make you permanently gossip like a witch."

Blaise was pulling out his clean cuffs and carefully wiping the potion dripping down Harry's face. He didn't notice his robe was covered in potion. Hearing Snape's instructions, he nodded and followed quickly.

The three left in a hurry, and Hermione and Draco, who were left behind, maintained complicated expressions and watched them go away.

Hermione muttered with a puzzled expression: "Generally speaking of the smell of potion, don't you think of..." Severus Snape? .

Or had Harry's potion failed completely?But she did smell some things she loved, like grass, like new brown paper.

Draco frowned and murmured, "He called him at first..." Harry? .

When did Blaise start calling Potter by his Christian name?A few hours ago, he thought he had emphasized that this person was not Harry Potter!

The two looked up, and inadvertently saw similar confusion in each other's eyes, then turned their heads away, Hermione cleaned up the troubles left by her friends, and Draco arranged for the students to leave. There was no intersection, but the incident ended smoothly.