HP Dark Hero

?Hogwarts Castle is quietly bathed in moonlight under the beautiful night, and the windows are shining with stars.A lively castle seems to be sleeping with the people living in it at night.

The Gryffindors who were extremely noisy during the day were also resting in the Gryffindor Tower.In one of the beds, the crimson bed curtain was slowly lifted, revealing the hand holding the wand tightly. The owner of the wand quietly left the bed with a bed of parchment and books.

'It's a hell of a day. Harry rubbed his eye sockets, not sure if he could slightly loosen the bruises under his eyes.Thankfully Merlin's days were coming to an end, and it wasn't a bad thing that Voldemort had a lot of enthusiasm for causing trouble at the end of term.

He slipped out of the dormitory lightly, though he doubted that even the trolls tap-dancing here would be louder than the cries of the clinicians.

Was it like this before? Harry thought suspiciously, since the Dark Mark was exposed, he was hunted down by reporters and public opinion, and Voldemort took him out of school, he rarely had the chance to come back.Even if he came back, he would not choose to stay in Gryffindor and ask for trouble, and the righteous would not treat him well.Just wearing the Dark Mark seemed to symbolize betrayal, cruelty, darkness, even if they didn't know he was Phoenix yet.

Harry wasn't overly indignant about this, after all he and Voldemort had an undying relationship, being branded with the Dark Mark, going undercover, killing him just to survive, saving the wizarding world was more like a bonus.

Harry cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, and wandered the campus without thinking through the portrait of the fat lady sleeping soundly.

He was going to spend some time in the Room of Requirement, and prepare for his final assignments -- the downside of self-studying was that he became a bit of a subject later on, and now his history of magic was clearly in crisis that needed to be saved.

'Where did the original Harry go? 'After surviving, I want to finish my studies or something. Now that I think about it, this is really not an easy task,' Has he come to my world?Hope he discovers the huge difference between the two worlds, or a half-grand press conference that rolls up its sleeves and shows off its bare arms.Being a savior with the Dark Mark is no easy job. '

But he had a vague suspicion that that Harry hadn't come to his world.

The difference between the two worlds also partly bothered him.

Harry smacked his lips and narrowed his eyes dangerously.It was about his dead or alive former partner, the damned current Watcher, Severus Snape.

It's not that he's stingy, hard to let go, let alone a little potion before, the two of them even dueled in public and cast the Cruciatus Curse on each other—in order to dispel Voldemort's suspicion and strengthen his food. position among the dead.

But this time the situation was different, out of his old partner Severus's - well, he realized it now, maybe it was trust - he lost his guard against this Snape and accepted the other's repeated potion without thinking about it. However, the other party may participate in something else.

Maybe he should be grateful that Snape didn't just give him a shot of Veritaserum, at least he thought he could taste the difference.

This incident gave him a great wake-up call.

Even though the soul is the same, the experience is different.Some people, maybe they are no longer his companions...

Harry stared at the familiar door in front of him, and the silver snake-shaped door decoration on the door was staring at him.

Inertia was... so damn scary... Harry covered his face in despair.Before he checked whether others were trustworthy, he should check his own brain... Perhaps Snape was right, was there really anything in the thing around his neck that made him think?Even a little bit?

'Hey, savior boy,' hissed Silver Snake, 'the professor has rested.To attack at night? '

'How can you have such an idea? 'Does this snake really know what it means to attack at night?A Potter attacking the King Snake in the cellar at night?Ugh...' Well, it's not an option anyway.Maybe I'm here to assassinate...kill...? '

'Boy, ambition and delusion are two different things. 'The silver snake wobbled.

'If I really came for this, would you stop me? Harry raised his eyebrows and waved his wand threateningly, clusters of tiny sparks fell from the tip of the wand.

'oh!You're playing with fire, boy.What kind of assassin would carry a pile of what looked like homework? ’ The silver snake’s tone was excited, and Harry suspected it was a chatterbox who couldn’t find a chat partner, ‘Hey... wait, you are not the savior boy.Since when are there so many Parseltongues in Hogwarts...'

Surprised to be recognized, Harry explained, 'I am Harry Potter, and as far as I know, I am the only one in Hogwarts who can speak Parseltongue. 'It's not a lie at all.

'Yeah?You could have been much more talkative a few weeks ago.Every time you come here, you look like you have a deep hatred, and you never talk to me. ' Silver Snake asked suspiciously, but quickly put aside this little annoyance.

'Maybe it's because... the night is so charming. Unexpectedly he could imitate Big Malfoy's aria in Parseltongue, Harry cheered to himself in his heart, "I just happened to pass by, I didn't intend to go in and do anything to your dear professor." '

However, as Harry walked away, the Potions Master's office door opened quietly.

'We are always at the service of any Parseltalker. ’ the silver snake hissed, and slowly crawled back to its original position without making a sound.

Is the protection of thinking ability so fragile?

Now that the door was open, Harry had no real intention of leaving.He walked into the dark and cold office in the cellar as usual, put the pile of scattered books and papers in his arms on the low table, and sat on the dark green single sofa facing the fireplace.

Compared with the sofa in Dumbledore's office, this sofa was unbearably hard, without the slightest elasticity, and it was cold as hell.But Harry was still safe and comfortable, and there was a brief trance of how used he was to spending so many nights on this sofa - for Voldemort to call at any time.

In the whole of Hogwarts, there are only the headmaster's office and the little-known Potions Office. The fireplaces in these two places are connected to the outside world. Inside Hogwarts, it is forbidden for people other than the headmaster to cast the Apparition Charm.Only Dumbledore and Severus were aware of his undercover status.

Rather than being surrounded by angry students and chased away by the burning Dark Mark, it's better to sneak a glass of Fire Whiskey here, or just read a book quietly for a while.

Harry glanced at the plain candlestick on the low table, a small spark lit the candle out of nowhere, the faint light only illuminated the table, but it was enough for him to do his final homework.

The young savior nodded, moved to the low table and sat cross-legged in satisfaction, saving the light, and quietly wrote a twenty-inch report on the goblin rebellion until the dawn was about to break.

A tingling pain on his forehead brought Harry, who was carefully inspecting his homework, back to reality, and his arm felt unseasonably hot.

Suddenly, a strange and abrupt emotion came, and Harry gasped in his heart, and quickly realized that it wasn't Voldemort's whim and the morning exercise party, but the soul piece on his forehead and Voldemort's sheet as the main soul. There was an induction on the side, which in turn triggered the Dark Mark.

Voldemort was probably reveling in the advantages of the Department of Mysteries battle.

Harry rubbed his scar, closed his eyes, pulled out his wand and pointed at the slightly red Dark Mark, meditating experimentally, 'Okay... the soul piece is still here, it should be possible.Imagine yourself as Voldemort…' He grinned, trying to get into character faster.

The piece of soul on his forehead was incomplete, unconscious, a small mass of hibernating souls, and Harry tried to manipulate him - experimentally - as the scar went from slightly stinging to nearly tearing his head apart. Painful, Harry clenched his teeth, and finally felt a trace of cold and dark power flowing out of the soul slice.

He nervously channeled the magic power through his wand into the Dark Mark; when the Dark Mark turned from a hot pain to a slight pricking sensation, Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that he had succeeded!

Skillfully using Occlumency to build a wall to keep those chaotic emotions out of his mind, Harry casually wiped away the little blood that had flowed from the scar just now, thinking excitedly, maybe he could find a way to remove the Dark Mark way out.

Harry quietly packed his things, and when he got up to sneak back to the tower, a strong sense of dizziness and exhaustion surged out, making him almost unable to stand.

'Now I can really sleep in the dark. 'The office door opened quietly, Harry greeted the silver snake, and left quietly.

Somewhere, a pair of bloody snake eyes opened in the darkness, as if sensing something, thoughtfully.