HP Dark Hero

?For the next few days, Potter racked his brains trying to figure out why Harry was silent, and dealing with the weirdness of Severus Snape and Blaise Zabini at the same time exhausted him.Luckily, Hermione seemed to understand the predicament he was in better than Potter, and would help out from time to time, which really made everything a lot easier.

"Dude, then, see you later," Ron wiped his mouth rudely, slapped Potter's shoulder hard with his greasy palm, and then took the broom beside him and rushed out.

"Just borrowing a new broomstick, why should he be so excited?" Hermione said.

Potter put down the pumpkin juice in his hand, "Mione, you don't understand," he showed the deep expression that all men will show when they face the huge cognitive gap with women.

"Okay." The witch resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Harry, wait, it's Potions class... Do you want to go to rest first?"

"Uh," Potter bit his lip, tense: Harry told him to stay away from Severus Snape in every possible way, so he hadn't had a Potions class or been with the old bat for more than a minute since sixth year—actually, he was quite happy with the situation .Because he couldn't communicate with Snape at all, the old bat couldn't understand human language.

The so-called rest was just for Harry to take over.

'Harry, are you awake? ' Potter shouted from the bottom of his heart, 'Wait, it's Potions! '

"Harry?" Hermione picked up her equipment, "I'm going first? I want to preview before class."

"Wait, Mione! Let's go together," Potter replied desperately.

The atmosphere of the NEWTs promotion class of Potions was different from that of general Potions classes, most of the people were very serious and good at Potions—after all, Snape's courses had a very high threshold.And Potter was even more surprised to find that Harry was directly in front of Snape, and to his right was Malfoy, who was eyeing him and ready to embarrass him at any time──Harry never mentioned it, and he was able to treat these as trivial and boring things Take it with you - all of this made Potter uneasy.

The moment Severus Snape stepped into the classroom with a chill all over his body like a dark cloud, Potter almost jumped up.

Snape immediately deducted points for his 'weird behavior in class'.

"Ah, Potter," Snape said softly, "where are your textbooks?"

Potter quickly flipped through his schoolbag, but couldn't find anything related to potions. He blushed and felt the stinging eyes around him ironing his back, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring any,"

"Very well. Three points from Gryffindor," Snape said. "Glad your brain has finally degenerated to the point where you can't remember the simple thing of bringing your textbook to class—ah, sorry, maybe I misunderstood you Something like a brain."

Potter was so angry that he could only lower his head reluctantly, at least not to let the greasy Potions Master see him with eyes full of anger and resentment, and continue to find trouble to deduct points.

So, when Snape announced that he was going to get the materials separately, the little savior, who had no idea what the theme was today, randomly grabbed several kinds of materials from the storage cabinet, and then fished out an old dusty textbook from under the cabinet, and stomped his feet Back in the good spot for Snape to press on and pick.

Potter threw the pile of medicinal materials onto the table, and the tattered textbook with curled corners was thrown into his open bag, and he was staggered by someone. He raised his head angrily, but frowned at Snape Sight.

"What's the matter, Professor," Potter said in a low voice, "I got the wrong materials, Gryffindor deducted 100 points?"

"There's really nothing wrong—if you wish, I'll be willing to grant the savior's wish," Snape snorted coldly. "What's going on with you lately, Potter?"

"I'm 'what's the matter', Professor, I'm fine, I even come to Potions class to ask for trouble. Maybe I'm delirious and have lost my memory." Potter returned sarcastically.

However, to his surprise, Snape's expression changed almost instantly - if only for a moment.Those black eyes quickly became hollow. Potter recognized it as the effect of Occlumency, but he was unaware of any situation that required Snape to use such advanced techniques.

"You may have lost your memory..." Snape repeated quietly in a low voice, with a slight rise in the end, and asked softly, "Where did you lose your memory, Potter?"

Potter lowered his head, and his voice was as thin as a gnat, "I damn well forgot that you're a disgusting, paranoid, discriminatory, greasy old bat who banged on doors."

Yet Snape heard it clearly.

"It sounds like—you're not that Potter."

"I'm the HarryJames Potter here." Potter puffed out his chest, trying to look menacing. "So what, Professor Snape? Can't humiliate Harry to disappoint you?"

Snape dragged Potter out of the corridor!

The students in the classroom were all startled by Snape's sudden attack on the savior. Although they saw Snape's extremely mean treatment of Harry Potter every class, it was obvious that the violence raised the severity of this confrontation to a new level. level.

Several Gryffindors chased them out, but they were all yelled back by Snape, only Blaise Zabini and Hermione Granger, who followed them out first, remained unmoved.

"Professor, I don't think you have the right to... lynch Harry!" Because it seemed too much like Snape was determined to beat up the Savior, Hermione uttered the word and screamed.

Snape didn't care about their thoughts, he grabbed Potter's forearm with such force that it seemed to snap off his arm bone, and he asked sharply, "Do you always do this? Play this kind of... exchange game?!"

Blaise immediately whispered, "Dean, this might not be a good place to discuss this,"

Hearing that, Snape glanced towards the classroom. The probing students flinched under Snape's piercingly cold eyes, but still quietly followed the situation with gossip and enthusiasm.

"Zabini, Granger, go back to the classroom and study by yourself. Don't make me say it a second time!" After Snape finished speaking, he took Potter, who vaguely felt that things were going wrong, and strode away.

Blaise turned around and stopped Hermione, who was about to catch up, and spoke very fast, "Granger, at least our dean will not harm the students, but the situation in the classroom needs to be stabilized now, lest someone blow up the cauldron! This may even cause Irreparable and permanent damage!"

Upon hearing this, the little witch hurriedly returned to the classroom. She took a few steps forward, quickly realized, and shouted back, "Zabini, then you—"

There was no one in the hallway.

"Blaise Zabini!!" Hermione angrily yelled in the corridor with the Megaphone Charm, but she didn't know where the three of them had gone, so she could barely suppress her worry and announced Snape's self-study request to the commotional students in the classroom.

Snape threw Potter into an empty, abandoned classroom, and Blaise slipped in before he slammed the door shut.

"I hope it's just me worrying too much—" He held Potter down, his voice hoarse, "You guys always do this...swapping identities?"

Potter knew something was wrong, so he told himself to cooperate with Snape, nodding stiffly.

Snape roared, "You - how dare - this may cause irreversible problems! Souls! You are using it as a toy?!"

Blaise was leaning against the wall behind Snape, soundless, as silent as a plaster.

"I've never had a problem doing this with Harry," Potter argued,

"Always?! Isn't this a special case?" Snape scoffed angrily, "Your souls have the same origin, and being able to exist independently is already... ah, the good luck of the savior—perhaps at this moment, that Harry Potter is gone— "

"No!" Potter replied loudly, terrified in his heart, "I saw it! Harry's soul is still there! He just... just can't wake up, he's too tired!"

"How can you be sure he's just—"

Blaise straightened up and walked forward slowly.

He stopped between the tense Snape and Potter.

"Dean," Blaise began, "I think Potter is right. Harry has been in his body for the past few days...the exhaustion of these days has caused him to fall into a deep sleep."

"Zabini? I thought, I asked you to go back to the classroom with Miss Granger and not come here to show off your fantasies—"

"It's not a fantasy, Dean Snape." Blaise said slowly. "He's been carrying two souls by himself for too long, and it's consumed him. Perhaps, as long as Potter is still inside Harry, Harry won't be able to wake up." ..."

Potter stared wide-eyed in shock, looking at Blaise Zabini who looked indifferent.

He wasn't surprised by Harry's long-standing predicament, but—as far as he knew, Blaise, who called himself Proth at the time, knew about him co-existing with Harry, or even alternately, at least a few months ago.

Why did he say it now?Why not warn them sooner? ?

Despite the doubts in his mind, Potter stared at his feet. He knew that Blaise would not hurt Harry, and he couldn't openly question it now.

"There's only one way to save Harry now—get Potter out."

Retrieve Potter's body, move the little savior back, or...

Severus Snape glared fiercely at the very low-key students in his house.This student usually behaved as if he was just an empty-headed, arrogant dude who strongly supported the privileges of the aristocracy.

But at the same time, he was a Slytherin.

Blaise didn't continue, his eyes flicked slowly over Snape.

"...you know what?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know anything." Blaise glanced at Potter meaningfully, and spread his hands casually, "I just happen to know a little magic circle that can help in soul transfer—if someone can bring Potter it turns out body. And, Harry won't last long."

"...will he merge with Potter's soul?" Snape asked calmly.

"I don't know," Blaise replied.

Snape straightened his robes and squinted down at Blaise.

"I may have missed some flaws, but you have also exposed your flaws...Why should I believe the one-sided words of an unknown person like you?"

Blaise tilted his head, smiling lazily, "Dean, I am Blaise Zabini, without a doubt. And I will always be on Harry's side, and Veritaserum will not change my answer."

"It's an extremely pompous promise—" Snape replied curtly.

"Professor, I can testify about his relationship with Harry." Potter hurriedly chimed in with a strained voice.He had a hunch that there was no room for further delay about Harry's situation, and Blaise was right.

Snape clenched his fists, reason and emotion were fighting back and forth violently and complexly in his mind, he had turned over a hundred thoughts in a few breaths, and most of them said that one would be more beneficial to the war with Voldemort, but he couldn't afford it s Choice.

Snape glanced at the dark-haired boy who waited silently and held his breath.The little Potter looked at him panicked, as if he knew he was about to make a big decision for him and Harry.

Snape sighed, blood dripped from his loosened palm, and he healed the wound casually.

"Professor! I probably know where my body is," Potter's voice was almost choked by the extreme tension, "In, deep in the forest where you and Harry were imprisoned last time... that clearing, I feel my body There—" Potter's Adam's apple swallowed uneasily, "Professor Snape...please...please make sure you save Harry."

Snape looked at little Potter silently for a moment, then turned to Blaise who was beside him.

The tall lazy boy was calm and composed, and did not reveal any more information other than the aristocratic smirk.

"I know your decision to try to steer me... It's a pity you have to go with your wishes this time. Soul transfer magic circles are not something you can 'chance' know - you better not play tricks.", Snape hissed. Squinting, "——prepare the magic circle, Mr. Zabini."

"Then, I—" Potter got up quickly, "I'll inform the headmaster—"

"Don't notify Dumbledore, Potter!" Snape snapped. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Snape flicked his robes and turned to leave.

"Zabini, is Harry going to be okay?" Potter asked nervously.

By this time Blaise had meticulously rolled up his cuffs, waved his wand to remove clutter and old tables and chairs, and began to make room for the drawing of the magic circle.

Hearing that, Blaise curled his lips into a lazy smile, "Well—you can hope he's okay. Or…"

The ends of the eyes were raised slightly, and the violet eyes squinted at Potter.

He spoke slowly, and at the same time the debris piled up in the corner by Blaise fell down with a loud noise, but Potter still heard what Blaise said—

At that moment, Potter was suddenly blank and dazed.A few seconds later, with a cleverness, the little savior blinked those green eyes as if returning to his senses.

As if going back in time, Potter's eyes were full of panic, and he asked again unconsciously:

"Zabini, will Harry be all right?"

Blaise dug out a strange engraved silver pen from a secret pocket on his body, and was bending over to write something on the ground, "I won't let anything happen to him...don't worry."