HP Dark Hero

?By another roundabout way - obviously without going through the fireplace - the disgraced Snape and Harry finally made it back to the gates of Hogwarts Castle before lunch. Harry had never missed Hogwarts so much, or felt the same way every time he saw the ancient castle.

The two who had a lively fight did not go to the auditorium for dinner in a friendly way. Because Harry's sudden behavior caused Snape's material collection progress to lag behind, Snape strode away angrily as soon as he returned to school. Harry wondered how on earth Snape managed to roll up his robes in thick winter cloaks.

He finally seized the moment before parting, and asked Snape again: "Professor Snape, why don't you admit that you are Severus?"

Snape carefully guarded a few herbs that were particularly vulnerable to the wind, and said impatiently, "Because I'm not—I thought that Severus had died at the hands of the Dark Lord? Or do you think he can come back from the dead? Or was it a fluke?" Traveling through time and space, like the savior Harry Potter?"

The black-haired young man stopped in his tracks, staring at the back of the other party who was gradually going away, without saying a word for a long time.

Tightening his robes tightly, Harry applied the Bewitching Charm to himself, braving the cold wind, and trotted into the castle in two or three steps.

In the Hogwarts auditorium, during the holidays, students can make their own arrangements. The meal time is relatively loose, and the number of students who come to eat is less than usual.Since he came back a bit late, Harry was a little surprised when he slipped into the auditorium and saw his two companions still dining at their old seats.

"Hey, Ron, Mione," Harry said with a smile, sliding into the space between them, "Good morning?"

"Good afternoon, Harry," Hermione replied, and in contrast to her calm expression, Ron almost jumped out of his seat when he saw Harry.

"Man, where have you been all morning?!" Ron asked in a low voice, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry?" Harry stopped trying to add some food to his plate, and looked at Ron with a little surprise, "I mean, are you mad about it?"

Although he had long been accustomed to the world, his two partners seemed to regard Harry Potter as a child who needed constant care and attention most of the time, but he never thought about facing this situation.Moreover, it was Ron Weasley who took the lead this time.

"Not for you, Harry, but for the..."

Ron showed complete disgust at the second half of the sentence, and he simply pouted in a certain direction.

Harry looked down and saw that Ron was referring to the long table in Slytherin house.

Different from the noisy dining atmosphere of Gryffindor, the Slytherins are equally quiet regardless of the number of diners, and the conversation also maintains a small volume that can only be heard between the parties. Everyone's dining etiquette is standard enough that the etiquette teacher Weeping with joy—but obviously, most of them just eat in the auditorium with such a pretentious posture to show that they are better than other colleges.

The Slytherin table at this moment is undoubtedly quiet and low-key, but it is different from the usual quietness that tries its best to show off its demeanor. The atmosphere is very weird, and the reason for all this is obviously the person staring at the Gryffindor table. Blaise Zabini.

"You mean Zabini? What's wrong with him?" Harry turned to Ron.

"That guy is fucking blocking the tower, asking where you are when he catches anyone!" Ron replied in the most vicious tone possible.

At the same time, just as Harry looked away, Blaise stood up and walked to Harry's side calmly in front of hundreds of strange eyes.

Then, he pushed aside Ron with a distorted expression very naturally, and sat down between Hermione and the wide-eyed Harry so naturally.

"This is Gryffindor's long table!!" Ron was furious.

The rest of the Gryffindors also made a fuss. Although there is no clear rule that they cannot eat across houses, isn't this unspoken rule most believed by the extremely xenophobic Slytherin?Now this audacious Slytherin threw himself into Gryffindor territory?

Blaise snorted contemptuously, and without even looking at the others, he tapped on the table, and the new tableware was neatly arranged in front of him.

The violet eyes turned to Harry, and it was like melting winter snow, the warmth in the eyes naturally revealed, "Harry, today's pie is delicious, you should try it. I know you like it?"

As he said that, Blaise directly took the food and put it on Harry's plate. There were many kinds, each with only a few bites, which ensured that Harry could eat everything he wanted.And the ones Blaise chose were all Harry's favorites.

It has to be said that this is a very obvious flattery.

"Harry, don't eat it, that guy must be poisoned in it," Ron whispered very loudly, and if it wasn't for the professors peeping over the staff table to watch the situation, he would be able to draw his wand and drive people away now, " Give him some color and he'll go back to the snake's den!"

Hermione was silent, looking thoughtfully at the very unrealistic scene in front of her.

Since Ron started first, the rest of the Gryffindors slammed the table and shouted loudly, and all kinds of prank goods were pulled out. It was only because of Professor McGonagall's stern gaze that they barely stopped throwing dangerous things at Blaise.

The booing from others seemed to give Ron great support. He stomped on the ground vigorously, fully showing his impatience with the Slytherin caught between his girlfriend and best friend, and almost jumped out of position to grab him Pick up the collar.

Harry looked at Blaise, the young wizard who hadn't responded to threats that didn't pose a threat, or that he had no intention of interacting with other Gryffindors - positive or negative - just with a nonchalant expression. Detachment gesture.

Harry suddenly remembered that in his previous experience, he received an anonymous invitation to go to an abandoned classroom somewhere at night, the first time he saw this Slytherin, even though Blaise seemed to be friendly and interested, he still It's hard to hide the arrogance and impatience. Blaise Zabini was originally a cold standard Slytherin, and regarded most pure-blood families close to Muggles as 'blood traitors who disdain to associate with them'.

However, he still did his best to teach Harry a lot about the nobility—he even allowed Harry to pretend to be a nobility as a false identity.This knowledge allowed him to defend himself against his fellow Death Eaters.And later on, getting along with Harry was even more cordial and intimate.

He had almost forgotten that there was such a side of Blaise.

For a brief moment when Harry was lost in his own thoughts, Blaise, noticing Harry's gaze, turned his head sideways, evoking an extremely catchy lazy smile.

"What's the matter, honey?" Blaise asked softly.

"It's okay." Harry lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and gave Blaise the same friendly smile, "Looks delicious, I think I need this. Thanks, Blaise."

If anything happened that made Blaise Zabini judge that he needed to stand by his side publicly, Harry felt that he didn't need to ask more questions, just cooperate.

Gryffindor blew up.

Not only the malicious snake, but even their savior is wrong! !

"What did you do to Harry?! You put the Imperius Curse on him?!" Ron's eyes widened in disbelief, his face flushed with anger, "It really was the last time? That box of □□□□! Zabini put something in it?! A love potion?!”

Hearing Ron's roar, a Gryffindor girl not far away said 'ah', and said to the friend beside her, "I heard from my Ravenclaw friend that in yesterday's Potions class, Zabini seems to have set Potter up for blowing up the cauldron, only to end up dousing himself in love potion…"

At this time, the few Slytherins who just passed by who were about to leave the auditorium heard the words and sneered, and sighed loudly: "Look, look, the fiddling lions──It is obvious that Potter himself cannot make the potion requested by the headmaster, He blew up the cauldron in anger, and Zabini was pushed by other Gryffindors, and then he was concocted by the great savior."

"What are you talking about! Potter was the one who was framed, and only you poisonous snakes are doing tricks!"

Ignoring the students who were arguing on the other side, the more sensible Gryffindors looked at each other in astonishment—whether it was a conspiracy or not, it sounded like Harry Potter's failed love potion did cause the strange interaction between the two!

If Potter was at fault, how should they treat the 'victim' Zabini?

Harry, who was buried in his meal, was immediately puzzled. Could it be that Blaise was not as good as he thought the potion was just splashed on his robes?However, compared to his own reaction to Snape, he didn't find Blaise's behavior particularly out of the ordinary.

...Is there something wrong with it or the medicine? Harry had a headache.

Without waiting for Harry to think about it, when the first Gryffindor grabbed the food and threw it in the face of the Slytherin who was fighting, the situation at the end of the table was completely chaotic, and all kinds of mashed potatoes, cupcakes and even fruit juices were thrown into chaos. The levitation spell caused people to smash everywhere, and the affected people immediately shouted and joined the melee. In a very short period of time, the situation was close to getting out of control, and the battle circle expanded step by step.

Most of the Gryffindors made a fuss just for fun. Several professors, including McGonagall, rushed over immediately, but there were too many people involved, and they couldn't stop the situation immediately.

And the DA members who stayed out of the matter because of Harry's indifferent attitude, saw that the situation was getting more and more chaotic, so they hurriedly stood up to help mediate, otherwise it would be mostly Gryffindors who fought, even if Snape, who protected the weak, was not around, this would have to be deducted How many points!

Harry just calmly placed the Iron Armor Charm around him, and Blaise, who ignored the chaos, even took some dessert for himself and Harry.

"Harry," said the brunette witch calmly, "you wish Zabini was here, didn't you?"

"I don't think so, Mione," Harry replied. "But if Blaise chooses to stay here, I hope no one will find reasons related to me to force him to leave."

"It sounds like you've pampered him, Mr. Potter, a second personality." Hermione's tone was teasing.

"I thought—it might be mutual, didn't it?" Harry replied.

"If that's what you expected, I don't think there's anything wrong with that." Hearing Harry's response, Hermione raised her eyebrows and smiled mischievously.

Blaise looked at Hermione, "Miss Granger, I must admit that you could be the first lady Minister of Magic in history, and also the worst sighted of all the powerful ladies in history."

"Oh, this," Hermione was obviously taken aback by the meaning of Blaise's conversation with her, and then smiled friendly, "Although Ron did rush out the first time and get involved in the crowd, But—well, I'll take the first half of the compliment, thanks, Zabini."

Seeing the parties involved peacefully coexisting, a small group of Gryffindors who had heard the conversation between Hermione and Harry looked at each other, wondering if this was a sign that the two leaders of Gryffindor were about to accept Blaise Zabini as a family member.