HP Dark Hero

?A ray of light emerged from Severus Snape's wand, and instantly sank into the black-haired youth's body.

The wizard standing upright held his wand firmly without any hesitation or hesitation.As if everything should be so, he calmly shouted 'Forget everything', his greasy black hair hung down like a thick curtain, covering all his expressions, and his straight lip line was nothing like usual different.

The moment Harry was hit by the spell, his whole body trembled like a convulsion, and then he regained his composure.The slightly frowned eyebrows make one wonder whether he is having fragmented and distorted nightmares because his memory has been forcibly usurped and modified.

Snape briefly confirmed whether the Forgetting Charm was in effect, and saw that Harry was still like a drunk that could be seen everywhere, lying on the ground flushed and drunk, breathing out his mouth full of wine, and then he turned and left.He even calmly checked whether there was any sign that he had been to the North Tower tonight.

He didn't say 'I'm sorry' in vain with meaningless apologies.

The black robe curled up neatly on the stairs, just like when he came, Snape left without a sound, leaving behind Harry Potter and the empty vodka bottles all over the floor, being careful not to touch any of the bottles.

When the footsteps gradually disappeared until they could no longer be heard, the black-haired young man who was leaning against the wall moved slightly.He gently put the cold black thin ring in his hand far away to prevent the wet blood from triggering the spell attached to it, then he opened his eyes and got up from the mess.Those green eyes were dark and obscure in the shadows, but they didn't have much negative emotion.

With Harry's other hand, he pulled out a small brass ornament from the secret pocket on the chest of his robe.The round ornament was covered with large cracks at this time, and even though Harry took it out very carefully, the expensive alchemy item was still shattered into dozens of fragments that could never be put back together in his hands.

Harry scratched his head and sighed helplessly: "Ah, sorry, Blaise, the thing I borrowed from you...it's broken."

After finishing speaking, the air fluctuated strangely at the side of the long and narrow window where the moonlight penetrated obliquely in front, a bony palm appeared out of nowhere and pulled downwards, Blaise Zabini took off the invisibility cloak, and replied casually: "It's okay, then This kind of thing will not be more important than you-but it can be used at least three times."

Violet eyes met calm green ones, and he knew he didn't need to say the next thing: How much magic did Dean Snape use to cast the Oblivion Curse on you?

Harry grinned and shrugged. It was precisely because the other party seemed to be his old partner, Severus, who clearly knew how powerful Harry Potter was, so he realized that if he didn't try his best to cast the Oblivion Curse to bring him down in one go, he would only be countered by Harry who had reacted.

"Harry, is that enough?" Blaise asked.

"I, hiccup," Harry burped and cut off his answer.He shook his head, a kind of good sense of direction twirled and pulled him to dance happily, and his soul could float in place at any time lightly, as free as a hydrogen balloon.

Blaise hurried forward to support Harry who could even swing like a pendulum when he stood upright. The 16-year-old boy was only slightly different from Harry's original height.He avoided shaking Harry as much as possible, carefully pressed the other's drunken head to his shoulder, and quietly wrapped his arms around the other's back.

Harry rested his jaw unceremoniously on Blaise's shoulder.Leaning against Blaise, his dysfunctional sense of direction finally managed to find the right spot, but the dizzy feeling that his soul could escape and go straight to the sky at any time did not lessen.

"Merlin, I hate drinking, the feeling of being out of control couldn't be worse," Harry grumbled, hiccupping again.

"You only had a bottle, darling?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"That damn it's a bottle of... Flame Whiskey!" Harry gritted his teeth.

In fact, the dozens of empty bottles that Severus Snape saw were almost all imitations that Harry had deformed based on the real thing, and only a few unopened bottles inside were real flame whiskey.Before Snape entered the North Tower, Harry even idly adjusted the details on the bottle without taking a drop of wine.

The smell was just a bottle spilled on the robes beforehand.

However, due to the atmosphere, Harry took advantage of the situation and accidentally almost got himself drunk.

If earlier he relied on his strong will to not show weakness in front of Snape no matter what, and had to rely on his IQ and tricks to swindle him once to stay awake, now the alcohol was surging, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, every time he blinked, He doubted that he would fall directly into dreamland.

Blaise said to himself, "──he's that Severus…"

"Have you... met Severus?" Harry looked serious and pondered for a long time, "Yes, I remembered... He was your dean back then."

Severus Snape was the head of Slytherin, what was there to think about for so long?From this perspective, of course he'd seen 'Severus'… Blaise sighed and found it funny, thinking only that Harry was totally screwed, screwed over the bottle of schnapps he'd poured himself.

Blaise was amazed that he thought a belching drunk could be cute as long as it was a green-eyed Harry Potter.Perhaps his aesthetics really suffered a 'devastating blow'.

"I thought, you wouldn't want to lie to that…Severus," Blaise said quietly.

"What's the point? He looks down on every Potter and Gryffindor, and now I've finally succeeded in proving that we're also intelligent." Harry said, unconsciously clutching the silver-green tie on Blaise's chest.

"It's just an unrepeatable coincidence." Blaise said, "Mr. Severus was so frightened by you that he didn't even notice that I was there, and he didn't see through your poor acting—my dear, I must admit, your acting skills are completely incompetent." progress."

Harry snorted, "I'm sorry, but I will pass on your precious opinion to the person who taught me back then, and tell him: Hey, you didn't teach me at all."

Blaise lowered his eyes and smiled, "Well, the person who taught you is ashamed, he intends to spend his whole life teaching you."

"Looks like at least the after-sales service is commendable," Harry muttered.

"You got the answer you wanted? About Dean Snape…"

"...Yes, this is enough for the time being." Harry sighed softly.

Whichever memory Severus Snape was trying to make Harry forget... was unknown.

The black-haired young man seemed to be thinking about something, but alcohol made his reaction very slow. Blaise didn't make a sound, quietly supported Harry, and freed his hand to caress his back and forth, the warm palm carried the temperature that one couldn't help but rely on in the cold winter night──this might be One of the reasons he didn't move the two of them to shelter from the wind. Harry slowly closed his eyes under the other's gentle movements, and rationally counted in his mind how many times he had let down his guard against Blaise Zabini, a cunning Slytherin.

"Blaise…" Harry whispered.

Blaise responded.

"...Why...someone always chooses to deceive me...?"

Blaise tightened his hands and remained silent, only replying 'sorry' before Harry's question.

Why are you apologizing for them? Harry thought, sinking into deep darkness.

Potter's biological clock urged him to wake up on time.

He poked his head out from under the heavy winter quilt, and was immediately shivered by the cold morning air, before burying himself in the warm quilt in no time.He reached out and fumbled for the glasses on the bedside table, and at the same time he realized that the distance of his hand was not right, Potter took a sip from the age-reducing potion next to the glasses.

The young savior squinted, like all big boys, lazily kicked off his fat pajamas under the covers, changed into a shirt and trousers, and then slowly got up.

The first time Potter sat up on the side of the bed, Potter felt pain in his temples, as if there were thousands of small drills drilling holes into his brain, he held his heavy forehead with gritted teeth, and then I caught a glimpse of a bottle of potion placed in the most conspicuous place on the head of the bed, and a carefully folded note said 'use it when you have a headache'.

Potter opened it and drank it, and the severe pain in his brain really got better.So he pulled the towel, staggered into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face sleepily.

With his toothbrush in his mouth, Potter slowly realized something was wrong.

The 'barrier' is gone.

And he didn't take the initiative to take control, so he woke up in this body very naturally.

'Harry! ' Little Potter shouted joyfully to the bottom of his heart, 'The barrier is gone!It seems the problem is solved? ' Then with a swipe of his fingertips, he counted the time, 'Besides, it's only Tuesday!Great, I didn't expect the incident to be resolved within a few days, and the curtain ended safely...'

Harry didn't respond.

This is not uncommon. Recently, Potter almost had to yell around unconsciously to wake Harry up. Potter didn't care, grabbed a towel to dry his face, and shook Ron Weasley, who was snoring loudly, from his deep sleep. The red-haired kid floated into the bathroom like sleepwalking, and Potter took the time to lean on the bed and sink into his body.

He unexpectedly stopped in the darkness. Potter blinked in surprise, looked down at the whole body, and realized that he appeared in the form of a boy and not a light ball of soul.

Almost with a thought, he saw a dim light cluster floating in front of him.The almost transparent light cluster has a grayish color in the dark, making people want to grab the sleeve and wipe it.

Does the soul look like this?

Potter once heard Harry mention 'like luminous velvet' in a chat, but he didn't expect it to be such an inconspicuous appearance.

"Harry?" Potter circled the light carefully, not daring to touch it.

Harry's soul seemed to be asleep without any change.

Potter yelled a few more times, then returned to the body.Perhaps in order to lift the barrier, Harry expended a lot of energy, and it was more important for him to have a good rest.

He and Ron carried their schoolbags and walked down the stairs. The little witch was much earlier than the two boys, and she waited for them both in the Gryffindor common room as usual.

Potter raised his hand to say hello when he saw that signature disheveled brown hair, but was shocked to find that the person sitting in front of her was Blaise Zabini!

Potter grabbed Ron's arm with such force that Ron almost cried out in pain, but Potter's horrified expression stopped all his reactions.

"What's up, buddy?" Ron scanned suspiciously for anything that could go wrong.

"Ron, sorry," Potter said, "I think... maybe I'm still awake? I mean, I think I saw Zabini in Gryffindor Tower! How did he get in? Why did he get in?!"

Ron rolled his eyes, pulled his arms out and continued walking, "What's the fuss? You were the first to openly let this poisonous snake into our territory, buddy? It was probably the ones who were killed by this poisonous snake this morning." Let the seduced girls let him in, anyway, everyone knows he is looking for you."

"Who? Me? Let the Slytherins in?!" Potter exclaimed in disbelief.

The two who were discussing the ancient characters used by some magic circles in a low voice were interrupted, Blaise and Hermione looked up, and saw the black-haired boy standing awkwardly on the stairs, his eyes dodged unnaturally when he met Blaise .

Blaise tilted his head, still got up and walked forward in two or three steps.Unlike the indifference and arrogance that is incompatible with the surroundings most of the time, those violet eyes are focused and gentle at this moment, "Good morning, dear. Are you okay with your headache?"

"Uh, good morning." Potter replied vaguely. "fine thanks,"

The bronzed Slytherin boy blinked slowly.

Although the slightly curved eyebrows did not change even the slightest bit, the smile in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"──Good morning, Potter," Blaise drawled slowly. "Glad we've got this straightened out now...to save you from more... bad reactions?"

Potter was a little uneasy.

He wasn't sure if it was because Harry was uncomfortable with Blaise's indifferent demeanor--like Harry felt eerily familiar with Potter when he saw Sirius--or if the purple eyes dimmed a little bit. Down, the process of gradually receding the temperature is a bit scary.Although the other party still looks gentle and kind.

"…Not that bad. The headache medicine worked, thanks. Is that cold medicine?" Potter whispered back.

Blaise smiled. "No, it's the sober potion. See you later, Potter."

Afterwards, without further communication with Potter, Blaise Zabini directly took his things, nodded cryptically to Hermione who was paying attention, and left the tower alone.

After the oppressive purple eyes moved away, Potter was quietly relieved, and felt weird about his own stiff reaction.After all, counting down, whether it's Blaise Zabini or Mr. Proth by his pseudonym, they are all kind to Potter.

Potter finally relaxed his tense nerves, and the noisy hum of the surroundings filled his ears like sea water. Potter listened carefully when he walked to his friends, and found that most of them were discussing the current relationship between Potter and Zabini.

When he sat down at the long table, a similar discussion gradually spread to the four houses—the Slytherin people seemed to be also surprised that Blaise Zabini was eating at the table of their own house. Potter noticed that Draco Malfoy was frowning, and that the witch, Pansy Parkinson, had moved directly to Blaise and said something.

Hermione knew what was going on when she saw Potter's puzzled expression, "Welcome back, Harry," she smiled, and quickly explained to the little savior the special situation these days.

Severus Snape, who had been busy for a while and hadn't seen anyone, and rarely came to the auditorium for dinner, was also puzzled.He scowled, wondering why all the Slytherins seemed to be out of breeding and gossiping.

He didn't have someone like Hermione Granger offering to explain it to him, and Professor McGonagall was a few seats away - too far away, almost at opposite ends of the staff desk.

But he kept hearing the word Potter in the muffled discussions.

Snape then glared at the black-haired, green-eyed teenager at the long Gryffindor table, and Potter glared reflexively, trying to let Snape know his anger with his eyes. There was a moment of obvious doubt on Snape's expression, but it was quickly masked with sarcasm.

The days passed with Blaise's increasingly serious expression.

It was Blaise's routine to enter the tower every morning, say hello and then leave, as if his lack of familiarity with Harry Potter was a recent hot gossip.On the other hand, Severus Snape exchanged a hateful glare with Harry Potter every time he went to the auditorium to eat, and there was no intersection other than that.

This odd and distant interaction continued for several days.

Blaise Zabini and Severus Snape didn't know until Friday:

After that night, Harry never woke up again.