HP Dark Hero

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This is a small theater expansion of Chapters 42 and 43 "Modern + ABO"... the number of words is about [-] if it is fully typed.

Thank you all for your support.

Description:

1. Without a doubt, BZHP.

2. The ABO setting is only for this article, there are many other settings, please do not teach the truth.

3. About the truth about BZ playing cards with HP that night...?

One night's poker game goes here: [Crowd to watch]

Explain to everyone how to draw a joker.

Go to the bottom of this chapter and leave a message to help the stupid author get points.star eyes.

That night was actually an accident.

The internationally renowned 'Peverell' Group, which spans sports goods, medicine, video games and entertainment, electronic products, military and military and its derivatives, forms a huge exclusive industrial chain, which is almost self-sufficient , become a small kingdom.

HarryJames Potter, the current president and CEO of Peverell, is actually at the helm, but little is known.People still know more about the previous ruler, Albus Dumbledore, than this overly dark-haired young man with little information.

More people know him, perhaps because of the massacre of the Potter family more than ten years ago-the local underground forces, the dark lord Lord Voldemort slaughtered several of Dumbledore's confidantes overnight, including Harry's parents James Potter and Lily Potter, and they The youngest son of the family, Harry Potter, survived, but was sent to be brought up elsewhere—this was Harry's own brother, who was four years younger than Harry, little Potter who was just born at that time.

When Harry was born, because James Potter, who held a high position in Peverell, blocked a lot of money, he was repeatedly sought for revenge. In order to prevent people from harming little Harry, James and Lily hid his name and raised him up.It wasn't until the year little Potter was born that his name was made public, but he encountered the DarkLord who lost most of his manpower and tens of millions of pounds because of Dumbledore, came to seek revenge.

Harry was taken away by Voldemort, who trained Harry himself, expecting him to be a sharp knife in his hand, and use it as a weapon against Dumbledore.

People mistakenly believe that the baby in the swaddling baby is the Harry Potter that the Potter couple announced to the outside world. They secretly sent the only orphan of the Potter family, little Potter, to his uncle and aunt to be raised.

And Harry finally overthrew Voldemort with the power he had secretly accumulated when he was 18 years old, cooperated with Dumbledore who was secretly connected to him, turned back to the bright side, and took his little brother Potter back to take care of him .

At the age of 21, Harry took over most of Peverell's decision-making power, and took all the shares under the name of the Potters.

At the age of 23, Dumbledore almost completely delegated power. He officially stepped down as CEO and became a consultant. Harry monopolized nearly half of the company's shares and became a veritable business giant.

In fact, he has no special business talent, but he has a strong intuition when facing choices, is ruthless, and makes decisive moves.Even on the surface, it is still elegant and personable.

Although he is behind the scenes most of the time, there are many people coming and going in the head office, and his information is still more or less circulated in the high-end communication circle of top figures.

Rich, handsome, young and talented, with a legendary background - he is still a powerful Alpha!This is enough for many Omega, Beta and even a small part of Alpha to be fascinated by it.

This kind of Harry would only retreat when facing one person.

——his own brother, little Potter.

"Sorry, Harry, I'm fine," Potter lay on the bed made of special materials, his face flushed, his whole body glowing with a light rose, and a sweet fragrance lingered.

"Are you really okay?" Harry put the cold towel in his hand into the basin beside him, "The doctor said that your condition is special, and the first few estrus periods will be very difficult..."

"It's the second time. I have experience. The last wave of estrus has just passed, and I won't have any problems in the future. I will be fine after taking medicine and sleeping for a day."

Little Potter was a rare omega.

And, it's a developmentally delayed Omega.

The two genders, A and O, are obviously very rare compared to Beta, which accounts for [-]% of the social population, and usually no one will talk about the second gender to publicize, so many Betas are only aware of the existence of A and O. There are so many understandings in the basic hygiene class.

Generally, the second gender will be awakened at the age of 11~14 - usually the earlier the awakening, the better the quality - and then slowly mature.And little Potter was starving and freezing because of his relatives' improper care, and he didn't awaken his Omega gender until he was 17 years old.

This caused his previous estrus to be fierce and intense, which was caused by his body trying to completely adjust to a physical state suitable for conception in the shortest time.

Little Potter's first estrus lasted for eight full days. Not only was Potter exhausted physically, but even Harry, who followed the doctor's instructions to get ready early and close the door to take care of his younger brother all day, was also exhausted.

And although this estrus lasted only five days, it came suddenly. When Harry returned home from get off work exhausted, little Potter had almost lost consciousness, so Harry had to quickly give him a special inhibitor.

It can only be said that luckily Harry took care to back up the potion used by Omega.

"I'm nothing... But, Harry, can you hold back?" Potter smiled slyly.

Harry coughed dryly, and the bases of his ears turned slightly red.

Pheromones between close relatives do not interact with each other.It's a pity that just like taking care of a relative who has a bad cold nearby, even if he doesn't have a fever, he is still a little dizzy and stuffy - besides, Harry has prepared Omega potions for many years, but he has not prepared Alpha.He didn't even remember how he spent these five days, probably while taking a cold shower while helping Potter change the towel basin.

"Okay, call Mione if you need anything. She's such a smart lady." Harry moved the landline to Potter's bedside.

"Harry..." Potter looked at the President with pity, and took out the mobile phone next to the pillow and shook it. There was a chat window between Potter and Ms. Granger on it, "I will."

The president walked out without looking back.

Harry doesn't actually have much experience in relationships. After all, he was taken away by Voldemort when he was young. DarkLord hates such things as desire or love. This may be because he had a promising future and came to Peverell with the proud attitude of being the top of the gifted list. During the internship, Dumbledore, the president at the time, always said 'Tom, you don't understand love' to beware of him.

Affected by the overall atmosphere of taboo emotions, Harry, as a big ace, has never been sensitive in terms of emotional intelligence, just like he has been arrears for many years.

He found a bar that had been mentioned by others, walked in, sat down at the bar counter, and ordered a low-alcohol drink.

He sips slowly.

Then another glass.

Still a cup.

...

He was frustrated to find that no one talked to him at all!

How come he looks so bad? Harry couldn't help but wonder.

In fact, Harry looked very sexy and attractive - the casual suit made him tall and slender, the slender line of the neck and the beautiful collarbone, and the small semi-firm and tight chest under the shirts that were not buttoned and opened - he Boringly drinking wine, the gesture of swallowing his Adam's apple is very imaginative.No matter from the perspective of Alpha or Omega, he is absolutely delicious.

What's more, Harry even played with a small and delicate house key between his fingers openly!

This is an open invitation.

But no one came forward to buy him that glass of wine.

It is also because both Alpha and Omega think that he has a master and is waiting for someone.

He also has a sweet and delicious Omega scent/a very aggressive Alpha scent...

So Harry could only drink the bartender as fruit juice in boredom...

Suddenly, the bartender put down a glass of wine in front of him.Harry, who had been drinking all night, looked at the wide-mouthed old-fashioned wine glass in bewilderment.

"Firewhiskey. From the guest next door..." said the bartender.

Harry turned his head sideways, he was sitting under the only light on the bar counter, and the guests next door were almost completely hidden in the darkness due to the light.But the other party was indeed the only person who was near Harry all night. Harry smiled, and reflexively picked up the cup and continued to drink.

"Wait." A slender and distinct hand came into the light, gently shielding Harry, holding the wine glass in front of him.

Harry frowned, the only thing in his slightly drunk mind was the desire to continue drinking, and he muttered, "Isn't this what you asked me to drink..."

The other party laughed lightly, his voice was so deep and sexy that Harry felt an electric current run through his spine.

"Yes, I invite you," the man replied gently and lazily, "but, this is not the way to drink..."

The other party snatched the glass and seemed to drink it himself. Before Harry could ask, the other hand grabbed Harry's collar and pulled him away from the aperture. Harry swung from the high chair and crashed into a warm embrace in the dark.The other party clasped his lower jaw and pressed it tightly against his lips, and the spicy wine and flexible soft tongue entered his mouth, like entering no one's land, sweeping it wantonly.

There was a slight itch in the palm of his hand, Harry let go of his hand, and took out the key hooked in his hand nimbly, interlocking his fingers.

Exclamations and cheers came from several booths in the bar.

The pleasant smell of Omega from the other party made Harry relax his subconsciously tensed muscles, calmly and passively enjoying the kiss offered by his sweet prey.

Well, Harry thought vaguely, although he thought he was only looking for a female omega, but a male omega - the embrace of the other made him realize this - seemed...not too bad?

So Harry was held in the arms of a strange male Omega, and with lips touching, he was downed several more glasses of fire whiskey one after another.

cup after cup...

That gentleman helped the drunk Harry back to his room very decently.

Harry is impatient, long night, wine and beauty, big bed, one room, what do you think we can do.

Mr. Omega said seriously: "Cooperating with the strict crackdown on pornography, an army of river crabs crawled past, and your mind is full of sensuality, gravy, meat and vegetables. It is really shameless."

When Harry heard this, it was terrible, sobered up from the wine, and quickly sat up, "Then, what should we do? Otherwise, readers will think that we are playful and noisy in the middle of the night, and they don't know us. It's just a quilt for pure chatting, very pure, childlike and innocent."

"This gentleman, you are obviously very knowledgeable," said Mr. Omega, who looked very exotic, with bewitching eye tails. He didn't look like an Omega at all but was full of Omega breath. No, even if I want to give you a friendly hug. Let's make things happen."

Mr. Omega made a self-hug that seemed very innocent and stupid, and Harry gladly accepted it.

Then, taking out a deck of cards, he added, "Why don't we draw a joker."

"Smoking just for one night?" Harry wondered.

"Just smoke for one night." Mr. Omega nodded firmly.

So the two of them went back and forth and drew dozens of rounds of ghost cards, until they couldn't bear the boredom and went crazy, Mr. Omega also demonstrated several hands of fancy cutting cards, which was dizzying.

Blaise Zabini is an Alpha.

He was born into a wealthy family, and basically belonged to the proud son of heaven born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but more people would classify him as a dude born with a golden spoon in his mouth—because he changed his bed partner faster than ordinary people bought new ones. The frequency of clothes is more and faster, which also includes through mail order or online auction.

Even if he is actually a top student at the prestigious Hogwarts Lytherin College, and has some experience in the fields of finance and pharmacy, what will be remembered will not be his knowledge and talent, but his sexy. smiles and flirtatious whispers.

In elite circles, his reputation as a playboy is as widespread as his extremely high standards.

The only female Omega he can get his eyes on is, not even a female Beta or Alpha, let alone a male.His standards are extremely high, and he would rather not abuse what is lacking. Only Omega, a female with extremely high appearance, figure, and even ability in bed, may be able to win his mercy and enjoy his tenderness for just one night.Those female Omegas, whether they were famous or not, were almost all sought after later, and 'in Zabini's bed' almost represented 'high-end' certification in this eccentric atmosphere.

It can be seen that that night was really an accident.

At first, it was just Pansy Parkinson, a vicious woman who was the best choice for her appearance, figure and family affairs, but would never be included in the menu by Blaise who knew him well, a game proposed by a few friends during a drinking gathering.

Very old-fashioned truth and challenge, the theme of each mission is worse every time - no one will choose to tell the truth and play boring games like "who do you like" and "your most memorable thing" when they arrive at the bar .

Blaise knew Pansy well.

So he did not hesitate to play tricks in secret, and he was absolutely unwilling to be defeated by this woman, just seeing Draco's disheveled and pale cheeks covered with the scarlet lips of a strange woman.

However, the good times don't last long. The angry Draco and Pansy secretly plotted together and made a lottery at the same time, plotting against the unbelievable Blaise Zabini.

"Jesus, you guys are insidious," Blaise dropped the lottery and gave a half-true high-five.

"Thank you." Draco replied indifferently, and borrowed utensils from Pansy to wipe the lip marks on his face fiercely.

Pansy raised the challenge level to a higher level than the kiss, considering the extent of Blaise Zabini's insanity.

"Well, Blaise," the silver bell-like female voice made Blaise's heart shudder, and Pansy nodded her lips with bright red fingertips thinking, "Your mission is to find a female Alpha to sleep with."

Blaise jumped up in surprise, "What?!"

Blaise, under such a nickname, actually has a weird cleanliness fetish, and it's thanks to him that he can maintain it.

"There's no need to actually go to bed either──Draco and I won't be so bored as to chase after him... Just lure him into the room." Pansy said, "Or male Omega's okay too?"

Pansy raised her eyebrows and followed her gaze to Blaise, who was looking at the dark-haired young man drinking wine alone by the bar.In the circle of light of only this person, the silent young man exuding both the Omega scent in estrus and the Alpha's aggressive scent is like a dazzling exhibit.A casual suit showed that he had a very good temperament. Judging from the other party's posture and the two long legs on the high chair, it can be inferred that there is an amazing explosive power in that body.

──If it was just brought into the room, this Omega, being the first male in his name, Blaise Zabini, didn't seem to be humiliating himself.

"Wait a little longer, I'll see who we choose to complete this challenge," Blaise said, urging Pansy to start the next round of the game, but his eyes were glued to the young man, watching him drink one cup after another A low-alcohol drink that only girls choose.

It wasn't until late at night, when Draco, who didn't drink much, was a little drunk, that Blaise finally shook off the game cards in his hand, took out a small spray from his pocket, pressed it on himself a few times, and stood up calmly step forward.

Draco frowned, "Why does Blaise wear that Omega pheromone perfume?" Only Omega's who didn't have enough pheromone smell would wear something like that.But Blaise is an Alpha!

Pansy, who is also Blaise's close friend and an Omega, knows, "That smell will make the Omega more relaxed—some Omegas that are difficult to get close to will let go of their wariness, and after being taken away by Blaise, there will be no other problems... I Never seen any Omega resist Blaise."

Because he made good use of every bit of his advantage, and his smile was affectionate and gentle, and those violet eyes seemed to take people's souls away.

Sure enough, after a few glasses of wine, the black-haired young man fell into Blaise's hands under the dazzling bar light like a plucked golden apple.

Pansy applauded several times as if she was joining in the fun with the other guests at the table. Seeing the two of them stumbling into the dark passage leading to the housing area, she turned her head and yawned, and said to Draco, "Let's go, let's play enough." He will go back by himself."

Draco nodded, and the two left first.

It turns out they were right to go first.Because Blaise Zabini didn't return to the academy until noon the next day, during which he even missed an important briefing session—he and Draco were the best students in Slytherin this year, and the school provided early internship opportunities, And it is also the very famous Peverell Enterprise.This seems to be the quota provided by the mysterious CEO newly appointed in recent years. He hoped to encourage more useful young talents and negotiated cooperation with the school early on.

Draco slapped Blaise's file on his chest, expressing his disapproval for the first time for Blaise's rotten life: "Blaise, this explanation will be very important, and you played it so hard that you forgot?"

Blaise lost his grip for a moment, and the bound documents landed on the ground. The pages that unfolded were the photos and introduction of former CEO Albus Dumbledore. There was a handwritten handwriting on the top indicating that the information was insufficient because the current CEO had not disclosed his identity to the public.He picked up the file and thanked Draco absently.

"Draco, Blaise looks weird." Pansy asked.

"He does."

Under the stares of his two best friends, Blaise explained in a humble voice, "I—last night—"

"Did you do it with that male Omega?" Pansy raised an eyebrow.

Blaise nodded heavily.

Seeing that the two showed expressions that were not a big deal, he added, "I tagged him."

Pansy's eyes widened in surprise, "You—you said you—Blaise Zabini, who was bound by someone who never bothered to mark—tagged a male Omega whom he had only met once?"

No, it's a male Alpha.

Silent, Blaise added inwardly.

"You're taking him home? What's his name?" Draco asked.

Unlike the Malfoy family who had a political marriage arrangement, although the Zabini family was rich, there were only two members, Mrs. Zabini and Blaise. The mother and son were equally playful, and they lived their own lives without interfering with each other. They were more like friends than mother and son.If Blaise had indeed brought home an unknown omega, Mrs. Zabini was unlikely to object, and Draco could ask these questions lightly.

"I don't know. It's both," Blaise confessed.

"You guys slept, tagged, and you don't know his name?" Pansy was clearly incredulous.

The fact is indeed like this, Blaise is lucky to be able to press the Alpha who is stronger than himself, apart from being busy exhausting the opponent's physical strength, how can he have time to gossip about his family background or the stars, moon, wind, flowers, snow, moon, poetry and ideals── When the other party recovered, the one who was knocked over did not know who it was—although the other party seemed to be the same as him, and never thought of a choice other than a female Omega.For each other, this was an unexpected night when they raised their eyebrows and planned to try something new, but they were frightened.

If the black-haired, green-eyed Alpha knocked him down, he might choose to beat him up, then drop the damaged furniture and pay for compensation and turn away—yes, Blaise had foreseen that if the other party did something, the furniture would definitely be destroyed. Smash it, and he'll be beaten worse than all that crumbling furniture.

But he left a small souvenir for that Alpha.

I don't know what kind of sexy picture he will have when he wakes up... Blaise raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel a little itchy, thinking of the way the other party rubbed the pillow like a feline to wipe off his sweat.But I also know that it is absolutely impossible to go back and meet the other party.

The mark on Alpha cannot be permanent, and he was careful not to reveal his identity, and that Alpha is severely myopic, and when the last breath he left on the other party dissipates, that night will return to normal as if it never happened.

Blaise couldn't help but feel a strange little sore prick in his heart because of this speculation.

A week later, Blaise and Draco arrived at Peverell Enterprises.

They met the legendary CEO and Mr. President.

The other party sat on the black leather swivel chair with their fingers interlocked, forming an arch in front of them, looking back and forth at them with interest.The other party was an extremely powerful Alpha, and even though it seemed to have intentionally suppressed the release of pheromones, that little bit of vague aura made him and Draco almost slacken their feet in embarrassment outside the door, and their own pheromones also overflowed a little uncontrollably. , Instinctively struggle against.

Mr. President's assistant—no, Ms. Granger, the shrewd and capable strategic planning group, asked them a few questions about their resumes and future directions.The two answered as beautifully and perfectly as possible. After all, the CEO of Peverell Enterprise was watching with a smile on his face. If he could win his favor, the future could almost be expected to be smooth.

Mr. President is not interested in their dogmatic answers.

"Okay, Mione," the handsome black-haired and blue-eyed CEO narrowed his eyes and tapped his knuckles on the table, "Leave the interns to me to arrange."

"Mr. Potter, there is an adaptation department recommended by the school on the resume, maybe you can consider it for reference," Draco mentioned cautiously.

"Yes, I did. But in this company, there are more important things than degrees—"

Harry took out a square box, opened it, and laid out the contents on the table.

It's a game of life.

It's just that there are notes posted in many places, changing the name of the department!

The two were dumbfounded.

"—that is, luck."

Mr. President smiled leisurely as he played with two small dice between his nimble and slender fingers.

Until the self-proclaimed SeverusSnape, the Beta who completely ignored Mr. President, rescued the two of them from the office like a savior. , but also responsible for cleaning the whole company and arranging every cup of coffee and sugar cube.

Before leaving, Blaise turned his head knowingly, and Draco, noticing his best friend's reaction, also looked back at the CEO's office with the door still open.

At that time, Mr. President laid his long legs on the table leisurely, with a playful expression, and hummed the song "How Deep Is Your Love" on the British pop chart casually.They have always thought that the melody of this song is strange and unrefined, but now it is hummed by the slightly ruffian Mr. President, and it seems to be a bit suitable. young brunette.

──Black-haired youth────! ! !

Blaise shuddered, snapping back.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He screamed in his heart, the villain in his heart spun around, scratched his ears and cheeks, and realized this in despair—that night, he was not short-sighted or blinded by the darkness, and he kissed several times firmly And tossed and turned several Alphas back and forth──isn't that Harry Potter? !

His demeanor was so different from that night when he was in good condition, Blaise didn't realize it until now.He secretly prayed that the other party didn't recognize him. After all, Blaise knew that he was not unrecognizable. He took off the other party's glasses that night and pressed them carefully so that he could not see himself clearly.

"What's the matter, Mr. Zabini?" Snape asked coldly, glancing at the pale, absent young intern.

"Sorry, I was so nervous last night, I didn't sleep well," Blaise explained apologetically.

Didn't know if Snape believed it, but he didn't ask.

Severus Snape briefly introduced himself. He is the general manager of the prestigious pharmaceutical subsidiary 'Half-Blood Prince' under the Peverell Group, and he is also the leader of the pharmaceutical research and development team.In his words, he cast aside any positive current CEO as much as possible, using his failure cases as examples of every precaution ("If you don't obey the command or submit the application, and conduct the drug test without authorization, it may cause irreversible damage. ──For example, the IQ of the great President Potter has been completely destroyed"), and claimed that he was reluctant to stay because of Dumbledore's retention.

Draco and Blaise learned about medicine in addition to finance--this seems to be a Slytherin practice, and they later learned that this is the tradition left by Snape himself--so they were assigned to him, from R & D to Listed for sale, full participation in the new program.

This was probably Snape's special care for Slytherin, this kind of experience was so rare that both Blaise and Draco were aroused.

"Welcome again, both of you. Welcome to my team," Severus Snape said loudly. "The last note is a special regulation. Animals and the great President Potter are forbidden to enter here, and there is another uncontrolled high-risk animal 'Little Potter' moving in the laboratory. Please be sure to pay attention to your own safety and IQ level. "

"...Little Potter?" The two interns looked at each other.

At this moment, the door was kicked open with a knock, and a young man who was very similar to Mr. President, but much weaker, stomped in.

He looked very reluctant, and even played virtual Quidditch with a handheld game produced by Wesley Toys, which joined the Peverell Group, in a fair manner.

Snape didn't say a word, letting the other party sit down in the corner.

"Let me introduce in advance, this is Mr. Potter's younger brother, little Harry Potter." Snape said casually, "He is an Omega, but you should not expect anything from this shriveled troll unless you want to meet him head-on The CEO's anger. Apparently, Mr. President thinks that his younger brother is still a baby who has no ability to take care of himself, and he will encounter accidents anytime he goes out, so he arranged for little Potter to practice in the pharmaceutical research and development room that he thought was 'very safe'."

Snape paused, and added, "And I only have one reason to take him in, that is, he is the only weakness of Mr. President, and when we encounter any problems—such as insufficient funds, or wanting to go on strike and vacation— It's okay to pinch little Mr Potter by the neck and ask his gracious brother to let him go. I hope you feel the same way about him."

Severus Snape really didn't take Mr. President seriously at all.Little Potter seemed to know this too, he gave Snape an angry look, and then lowered his head to chase after his golden snitch.

Snape began to introduce the new plan.

"We happen to have a new research project about to start, and it will be released directly by the great Harry Potter, the president of Peverell Enterprises you just met."

"We're going to develop an inhibitor."

Draco, who had been expecting so much after hearing the opening remarks, stared in disappointment.Because there are too many inhibitors on the market.

"This is no ordinary suppressant." Snape picked up a piece of paper and read out contemptuously, "It is predicted that even a werewolf who is out of control in heat will be able to sleep like a baby on a full moon night, and will not Harmful function - magical effect. And it is required to have an Alpha-enhanced version, preferably to make the runaway who is hungry and thirsty for other Alphas sleep like a corpse." Snape sneered.

Blaise slammed his head against the table.

"In addition, the Omega model hopes to have an effect that will not have a collateral impact on relatives. It is said that it was inspired by the fact that Mr. Potter was in estrus a few weeks ago and affected the great Mr. President, causing him to ask for leave to recuperate at home for a few days."

And Draco pondered for a long time, but he just raised his hand and asked, "As long as it doesn't damage the sexual function?"

"Yes," Snape replied, "I think for them, everything else, including brain function, is an acceptable loss, except for the part that is used to kill the lingering, wild sex."

Just when the few people were about to go to visit the research room, there was a light knock on the door. Ms. Granger pushed the door open and nodded politely to Snape, "Professor Snape."

"I'm not your professor, Granger." Snape replied, "Please tell us, the humble, what oracle the great Harry Potter issued?"

"Harry said he's been too busy recently, and wants to borrow an intern from you, and spare some time to receive training as an assistant."

A chill ran through Blaise's limbs.

"Mr. Zabini, could you please come with me for a while?" Ms. Beta with brown and fluffy smiles kindly,

Blaise's shoulders slumped, his face was pale, and he shuffled like a walking corpse, following Ms. Granger.

Snape snorted coldly, very disdainful of the high-sounding excuses, "What assistant? What is he busy with? Why don't he ask his dear brother to be his assistant? It's just boring."

Draco didn't care about his friend, so he hurriedly followed Snape's footsteps and left in a hurry.

Blaise stood in front of the office door he had left not long ago, took several deep breaths before knocking on the door and stepping in.

The moment he entered the door, he was sprayed all over his face with an unknown spray, his violet eyes were a little dazed, and there were still tiny drops of water condensed from excessive spray hanging on the tips of his hair.

I saw Harry shaking a small spray bottle in his hand, leaning against the desk leisurely, grinning with a slightly naughty smile, "Mr. Zabini? This is the improved trial of the Alpha inhibitor that Severus sent a few days ago. Do you find it effective?"

"Uh, I—"

"I found you when you and Mr. Malfoy leaked pheromones in front of my door