HP Dark Hero

Chapter 45

?Severus Snape slammed the door, left the annoying Potter behind, and stood in front of the cauldron to slowly settle up and down emotions.

When encountering this Potter, no matter how well-trained and patient he is, he can only be burned to the ground.

When he finally calmed down, Snape perfected the idea in his mind, and at the same time began to prepare materials, hoping to confirm the impact of the explosive potion within this week.

In fact, it may be more urgent to improve the age-reducing potion, but if the potion that Harry drank and the potion that failed will cancel each other out, and may even interact with each other to produce more troublesome side effects, then the latter can only be confirmed first. nature, otherwise no amount of improvement and adjustment would be futile.

The best situation is that the antidote can be made directly, and everything can be solved.

Snape picked up the vial that was set aside, and repeatedly confirmed the failed potion that Harry had made through visual and olfactory senses. A piece of parchment with many records written on it was filled with new guesses again, continuing the afternoon. The progress is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Each entry on the parchment is a step in the making that someone could have gone wrong, none of which is about getting the wrong material.

Several possibilities have been tested and have been crossed out. Snape glanced around, and after getting a general idea, he started a new round of potion making.

Seeing that the potion was brewing steadily in the cauldron, Snape set a reminder spell, sat down on a chair in the corner, and closed his eyes to meditate.

Upon waking, however, there was another faint sound of breathing in addition to the calming gurgle, gurgle of the potion in the cauldron.

The two voices also made him feel...familiar.

And on the legs, there is a soft and warm feeling of heavy pressure.

Snape lowered his head, and what caught his eyes was the image of a dark-haired young man sleeping soundly.At this moment, the other party was leaning on the arms across his legs, domineeringly pressing the weight of his upper body on his poor potions professor, and fell asleep in an awkward position.

And he himself didn't maintain the movement of arms crossing his chest before closing his eyes. He didn't know when one of his hands was hanging down on his abdomen, and with a slight movement, he could evoke the slightly curved fingertips of the young man, while the other hand was naturally covering it. On the bristling head of tousled hair at the knees.

It is not as prickly as it looks, and the touch from the fingers is very soft.

Snape's fingertips trembled, moved hesitantly, and finally just slowly withdrew his hand, the self-deprecating smile fleeting.

Afterwards, Snape simply ignored Harry's existence, got up without hesitation, stood next to the pot of potion and observed carefully, his whole face was almost buried in the cauldron.

Harry, who was overturned by the opponent's big movement, almost fell to the ground on his face, and slowly stretched out his hand in the air to make a dragging motion like drowning for help, and then managed to sit still.

Snape glanced at the other's exaggerated and funny movements from the corner of his eye, snorted coldly and focused on the cauldron and the notes beside him, not noticing Harry's weird look at his hands, and the panic in his eyes that had no time to hide.

"Today's confinement ends here." Snape wrote without checking Harry's confinement results, "Get back to the tower before curfew, don't let me catch another new night tour."

"Hey! So age reducers?"

"Unfortunately, it seems that tonight can't solve your troubles-a delusion spell, don't tell me you can't."

"If I said I wouldn't—" Harry paused, scratching his head, "Okay,"

Answering this, Harry still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged on the ground, he didn't seem to intend to leave at all, his eyes fluttered around, and then he looked left and right at Snape's straight back.

Snape tightened the spoon in his hand, turned his head impatiently, "Perhaps Your Excellency would like to do you a favor and throw yourself out of my office? Immediately, immediately? Or the Savior has degenerated to the point where he can't even control his own limbs?"

"Precise, 2 points for Slytherin," Harry spread his hands, "I can't move."

So Severus Snape picked up the young man by the collar, threw him neatly into the corridor, and slammed the door against the tip of his nose.

Before Harry could say hello to the little snake on the door, the door was slammed open again, and Snape growled with a dark face, "Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, continue the confinement!"

"...What?!" Harry was taken aback, "Tomorrow is Saturday, you can't—"

"I thought I said: Lockdown for a week? Or your week doesn't include Saturdays?"

Gritting his teeth, the Snake King growled, and slammed the door again without waiting for Harry to continue to refute.

The black-haired young man who was thrown out was sitting in the cold and damp cellar corridor. Turning his head, he saw a few lower-year Slytherins in the distance who were stunned by his battle by the faint light of the fire. As soon as the little snake caught his gaze, it quickly disappeared in fright.

Harry sat blankly for a long time before he moved his legs and stood up slowly.

And Snape inside the door, after sweeping the creature like Potter out of the door with his own hands, rubbed his temples and cursed in a low voice.He sorted out the progress records of the evening, bottled the half-finished antidote, simply packed up the utensils, and decided to go to bed early tiredly.

When he came out of the bathroom and stepped on a certain place, he frowned suspiciously, and walked back and forth a few steps across the carpet.

After carefully observing the location, he knew exactly what happened without turning over the carpet to check.

Snape grimaced, sighed wearily and bored, drew his wand, and cast a Protection Charm and an Ignore Charm on the small patch of ground.

"...that idiot."

He muttered, walked into the bedroom and closed the door, unaware of the traceless indulgence in his eyes.

When the embers in the fireplace had completely cooled down, and there was no more warmth left in the deserted cellar office, the door quietly slid open a narrow gap, and someone slipped in silently, like a quiet shadow.

Wrapped in a black robe and with messy short black hair, the only color is the pair of green eyes.

The green eyes, which seemed a little gloomy at the moment, were irritated, and only lit up a little when they swept through the secret door of the bedroom.

Seemingly aware of this change, the young man showed a slightly troubled look on his face.

'…or, am I gifted with potions? '

With an annoyed expression on his face, the young man seemed to be struggling to leave, his long legs crossed without hesitation, and he nestled into the dark green single sofa facing the fireplace.

As usual, this sofa was hard and cold, even a bit narrow for the young man's figure, but he was content with it.

Without putting a Warming Charm on himself, Harry stared at the embers of the fireplace in the dark, silently meditating.

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