HP Dark Hero

?June 1997 has just arrived, and the atmosphere of the final exam has made many young wizards nervous.They never stayed in the classroom for a minute or a second when the bell rang for the end of get out of class. They took their notes and textbooks to ask the professors for answers.

"Professor, I'm sorry... May I ask you this part, about the timing of solvent blending..." A little witch held a heavy Potions textbook timidly, and seized the opportunity under the jealous eyes of many girls.

The tall man who was waving his magic wand to tidy up the environment turned his head. The slightly open shirt collar revealed a small piece of strong and attractive muscle lines. A green crystal strung with a silver chain slid out with the movement, which perfectly matched the bronze complexion. .

The other party's lazy purple eyes revealed a kind of polite indifference, and the sexy and low voice said slowly: "I'm not a professor—"

All the while, after-school answers usually had nothing to do with Potions.No one had the guts -- or the will -- to delay the sullen and greasy Potions Master.

However, since the Christmas break last year, the scene of asking questions after class has become the norm in Potions, regardless of time and place.

At the dinner after the holiday, Dumbledore announced a piece of news that made most people happy: Severus Snape, the most famous potions master in Britain, accepted the invitation of a hidden senior potions association to go out for a long-term comminicate.At the same time, the headmaster introduced two Potions professors who were urgently recruited.

The new professor, Slughorn, was a walrus-like middle-aged man with a shy stomach and a good sense of humor—compared to Snape, he was simply too kind.

And the assistant teacher of Potions with a fascinating background, TerraYProth-this handsome and tall Mr. Proth, who is of partial Italian descent, is the reason for this grand scene.

This has been the happiest school year for almost all girls.Umbridge left, in exchange for the funny and cheerful Professor Black; the old bat Snape left, and the sexy and charming Professor Proth came!

"I, I know, Assistant Professor Proth," the girl replied timidly, shy and nervous because of the frivolous purple eyes at the end of her eyes, "but Professor Slughorn is busy—"

Slughorn on the side was originally counting the handed-in homework with his head down, but at this moment he looked up in confusion.

"I think Professor Slughorn is free to answer your questions." Blaise stretched out his hand, looked at the bright green time, and told Slughorn, "Sorry, I'm leaving first,"

All the girls around let out frustrated complaints.

Slughorn laughed cheerfully, squeezing his big round eyes. "There are people waiting for you to come home, we know that."

This Mr. Proth, in addition to his outstanding appearance, is also famous for being the only non-single and commuting employee in Hogwarts.

Blaise nodded apologetically, then strode away.

After apparating several times with vague traces, Harry carried a big paper bag tiredly, and returned to Muggle London in the evening in England. In front of the house.He put his hand on the foggy gray silver doorknob, muttered an activation command while pushing the door open, and after being slightly dizzy from being pulled by the hook, he was in another place in a blink of an eye.

He landed in front of a two-story log cabin.

It's just morning here, the sun is twilight, and there are only patches of ocean-like green around. You can faintly hear the calls of cattle, sheep and other animals. You need to look far away to see traces of other man-made buildings in the distance.

New Zealand was about to enter winter in June, and the climate at this time was somewhat similar to that of the UK. Harry was still shivering due to the slight changes in temperature and humidity.He hugged the paper bag tightly and stepped into the cabin.

Seeing this, Blaise, who came out because the warning spell in front of the door was touched, quickly cast a thermostat spell on Harry, and Harry immediately felt much more comfortable.

"Back? It's rare that you go out during the day."

Harry nodded silently, and stuffed the paper bag in Blaise's hand. Blaise tossed whatever he was holding onto the small tray on the porch, took the paper bag and opened it, glancing at the ingredients inside.

Today it's Blaise's turn to cook.

He took out the butter in a flat plastic box, with a vague distaste for Muggle food on his face.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a pair of green eyes looking at him hesitantly, and Blaise asked softly, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Harry lowered his eyes. "Temporary job," he whispered, volunteering his whereabouts.

Blaise returned a peaceful, neutral smile.

"Harry, get your animals back, they'll be eating soon," Blaise said, heading straight for the kitchen with the bag.

And Harry's eyes lit up, he hung the black cloak on his arm carelessly by the door, then stepped on his military boots stained with deep red stains carefully across the carpet, and ran out through the back door.

New Zealand is located in the southern hemisphere, with a vast land and sparse population, and the relative proportion of wizards is extremely low.Compared with the United Kingdom, where magic is relatively prosperous, New Zealand is not to mention a school exclusively for wizards, and even the wizarding community has not developed a complete system-after all, there are too few people.

The joint magical government of New Zealand and Australia is rather like some sort of territorial brotherhood.

It is also the farthest place from London, England.If you take a stick and stick it straight down from London on the globe, it will come out from the position of New Zealand.

The wooden house where Harry and Blaise are located uses a lot of local wood to build a chic double-storey wooden house full of New Zealand style-this is the appearance.Inside is a vacation residence that is very in line with the noble taste, with exquisite and complicated details, and even various low-key decorations inlaid on the walls. If you look closely, you will find that they are all gems.

The space extension spell is not used here. The first floor is the daily life space including the kitchen, while the second floor has only two bedrooms besides the study.It's even been anti-identify magic added.

The weirdest thing about this house is probably the white plush carpet that covers almost every inch of the ground, which is indeed a bit rare considering New Zealand's almost year-round livable climate. Harry didn't know why Blaise chose this kind of rug. After all, they were all wizards, and it didn't take much effort to take care of it, and Harry really liked the soft and warm feeling between his toes when he stepped on the rug, so he didn't object.

Harry asked Blaise why he chose New Zealand, and the wizard just shrugged Slytherin, "Because there are no snakes in New Zealand?"

…Although Harry still didn't understand why Blaise insisted on choosing this place, maybe he did feel better away from the messy things in the wizarding world.Maybe he likes it here.

Even though Harry had to deliberately strengthen his connection with Voldemort to sense the summoning, he never thought of returning to England.

Blaise in the kitchen looked through the window and caught a glimpse of Harry on the grass with a few sheep. The black-haired young man was combing the wool as he pleased, with a calm and gentle expression.

Ever since Harry went back undercover, he's been as silent as Blaise remembered from his 'previous life', most of the time with an expressionless face.The good turn of talking and laughing with others at Hogwarts half a year ago has disappeared like a bubble, and I am back to the world.

In a sense, he took those responsibilities in Severus Snape's place.

Only at the sight of Blaise and the sheep did those impassive green eyes let down their Occlumency walls a little, revealing a vague relief.

So even though Blaise didn't like livestock animals from the bottom of his heart, he took the initiative to keep these uninvited guests.

Besides animals, Blaise didn't like cooking either.

Most of the time in his life, cooking was the work of the house-elves, aside from the leisurely pursuits of the ladies.What's more, no matter how advanced it is, here is a Muggle kitchen.But Harry was special, and Blaise didn't trust the loyalty of that neurotic weird creature, so he had to do it himself.

He withdrew his gaze, and continued to study the spells recorded in the witch's recipe in distress—at least he could solve this problem in a wizard's way.

Harry drove a few sheep that had gone too far back to the house, put his boots on the back door, and ran barefoot to the bathroom of the bedroom on the second floor, almost bumping into the breakfast——dinner? ──Blaise.

Slytherin patted the grass clippings on the black-haired youth with one free hand, and at the same time held out the other side of the plate containing English scrambled eggs and bacon, "Try it?"

Harry's eyes flicked to an inconspicuous gray stain behind the other's ear, and the bright red chili powder on the tip of the index finger on the hand holding the dinner plate - he didn't even use it. Blaise was really bad at household spells.How did it get on?

There was a moment of pleasure in his eyes with a small smile, and then he leaned forward to get closer to the meal, and the dark-haired young man opened his mouth and put Blaise's fingertips directly in his mouth.

Blaise froze, felt the moist, slightly warm temperature on his fingertips, and licked it softly.

"—Harry…?" Blaise said hoarsely.

Harry licked the paprika off Blaise's fingertips, then stood up, looking mild, "Not bad,"

Blaise chuckled impeccably, moving the plate down to his waist in a natural motion, "Thanks for the compliment, but you only tasted the chili—maybe you need water…"

Although Harry didn't seem to find it spicy at all, and had no other meaning.

"I thought, a girl should have told you that you always tasted like chocolate, Blaise?" Harry had a small smirk that looked like a man's joke in his eyes, before he turned and went upstairs to take a shower.

"..." Blaise stood silent for a few seconds, then turned around and put the food on the table.

After a quick battle bath, Harry changed into a simple and neat set of black shirt and trousers, with a large white towel covering his head, and sat down at the dining table.

When Harry picked up the fork, although Blaise pretended to be calm, judging by the way he kept picking up the water glass, he was still somewhat nervous.

Harry didn't take it seriously, he generously picked up a piece of fried and oily bacon, paired with a golden scrambled egg, and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"It's delicious, and it's improved," he commented, eating a few mouthfuls one after another.

Blaise also tasted a bit, and immediately put down the cutlery, with a strange expression on his face, "Harry, this is not the first time I suspect that maybe your sense of taste is dead, or your taste in food has completely collapsed..."

"Is it?"

"Yeah... I think I reversed the sugar and salt when I cast the spell..." Blaise admitted awkwardly.

"I'm still proud of your great progress," Harry replied softly, "at least it's just the wrong spice, and that's nothing to me now."

Blaise had no choice but to reach out and try to block Harry's sapping of his taste buds, but the dark-haired young man firmly guarded the plate──In fact, he seemed very satisfied with this plate of sweet bacon scrambled eggs, just like Blaise every time he failed to cook Even if the situation is as... tragic as Blaise's first attempt at cooking, no matter how bad it is, Harry will eat it without leaving anything - as long as Blaise prepares a meal for him.

Blaise couldn't understand Harry's habit, and could only blame it on the natural virtues of loving food.

During the meal that followed, Blaise chatted with Harry about recent Hogwarts incidents. Harry never mentioned anything explicitly to him about what he was busy with, nor did he pass any news to Dumbledore through Blaise's convenient teaching position - even if he offered to help Harry, Harry refused without thinking.Likewise, he never asked about Blaise's move back to Hogwarts, keeping his distance and silence on his own. Blaise would take the initiative to share some situations.

Since Snape was hidden behind the scenes by Dumbledore to prevent accidents, and Potions was replaced by Slughorn and him, the former seemed to have what Dumbledore needed.And Potter was usually invisible, perhaps taking Dumbledore's secret lessons.

And a few anecdotes, like Granger and the redhead seem to have some emotional issues.

"I'm not at all curious, though," Blaise concluded.

After the meal, Harry cleaned up the dishes, took some interesting gadgets and sat by the window to play with.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the weather in New Zealand is just right. June is the winter here. It is not too cold, but the sun is warm and comfortable.Not long after, Harry felt drowsy after eating and drinking, and the black-haired young man simply pulled the big pillow beside him, and took a nap directly on the long-haired carpet by the window.

Seeing this, Blaise, who was flipping through a book on the sofa beside him, stuck the book in his hand, went upstairs with light steps and took the thin blanket down.

When he returned, however, Harry was gone, leaving his comfortable seat empty.

He turned his head and saw that the black cloak and other small items hanging by the door were also gone.

Blaise threw the thin blanket over the back of the chair and stared at the door.After a long time, he calmly continued the work he had interrupted when Harry entered the door, and picked up the strange items he had thrown into the small tray by the door.

It was a silver pen-shaped object like a long and narrow capital letter A, with fine lines, and some kind of precious stones were embedded in it.

Blaise removed the soft and comfortable plush carpet with a levitation spell, carefully inspected the floor inch by inch, scribbled, and replaced every gray and cracked gemstone on the wall one by one, and finally put the carpet back carefully In place, cast a spell, making sure there is no chance of a wrinkle causing an accidental lift.

Under the carpet, the densely packed silver handwriting was completely covered with magic circles, which was creepy.