[HP] Elephant of Time

Can learn without a teacher.

"Okay." Harry shrugged, showing the tip of his wand, and tapped the deformed cot lightly, transforming it back into the guest chair that had been placed in the Elephant of Time.

Kars stared at the palm of his hand—Harry's speed was too fast and standard, and he could only see the shadow of his wand—the sharp movement made him understand that this man had indeed been in battle for several years. years.

"Don't you need to go to a doctor or something?" Harry asked, a little worried.

Kars sneered and sat back behind his workbench.

The attitude of the other party's refusal was too obvious, so obvious that Harry didn't dare to pull out the snake's teeth, so he had to find a place to sit down by himself, and was going to accompany the shopkeeper until the shop was closed, in case of any accident.

Seeing through Harry's plan at a glance, Kars snorted softly and acquiesced to his actions.

No one else entered the store for the rest of the day.

In fact, with the image of time and the reputation of clock masters, the Kars family only accepts some customized orders, which is enough for their lifetime expenses, and there is no need to guard a small storefront in a remote town, waiting for something that cannot be counted. A few small town residents came to patronize.

But every generation of Kars abides by the ancient family rules, goes to the small shop on time every day, repairs and makes some simple and practical daily clocks for people, and only creates clocks when interested.Perhaps it is precisely because of this that they are always number one.

At the closing time, the taverns in the town were still as lively as before, and Kars suddenly stopped at his old place.

He looked at the dark place, where the goddess of the night shrouded.

He picked up a young man who seemed to have lost himself in this place, but at the same time he seemed to pick up his past self.

Now he was walking home with this young man side by side, which made him suddenly have an irritable thought about the impermanence of the world.

Snape turned his head to look at Harry - he was almost as tall as him, and it was difficult to relate to the thin eleven-year-old boy who looked like a child abuser.

At first, Harry thought that Kars suddenly stopped because he was uncomfortable. After carefully looking at the direction where the eyes of the people around him were pointing, he realized that it was where he had been standing.

He was rejected by Snape, who had lost his memory, had nowhere to go, and indeed had nowhere to return.He just stood on the street like this, dazed and at a loss, from daylight to nightfall.

He saw the hustle and bustle of the tavern and the warm firelight, but felt that the excitement and joy were inaccessible.

The simple residents of this small town are too frank and enthusiastic, like a dancing flame, warm without burning people.But he couldn't get close to that...he couldn't.Once he was one of the flames, bright and radiant.Now, he is just an ashes after the flame has been extinguished, and no flame can rekindle him.

Then he saw the man standing in the same shadow as himself, looking towards the tavern.It was a gaze he had never seen before, as if a snowman longing for warmth was staring at the flames, while longing for it, afraid of melting himself if he got too close.

The former Potions professor would never have shown such "weakness". For Snape, this behavior was simply putting his heart outside his unprotected chest cavity.

But Theo Leif Carls will, he was "reborn" in this warm town and "grew up" in this gentle town.This magical town puts a gentle skin on his indifferent steel helmet, and the only thing that remains unchanged is probably the soft heart.

So Harry decided in an instant to gamble on his intuition, pretending to be a poor homeless person to win the sympathy of the people in front of him.

Facts have proved that he was right and succeeded.

"Really, homeless, Potter?" Snape said suddenly. "What's wrong with you?"

This voice made Harry tremble. The young man in his 20s looked at his former Potions professor, like a child who just entered school looking at his stern and terrifying mentor, trembling lips, unable to say anything.

Snape was just looking at Harry, the darkness around him didn't even seem real, but there he was, arms folded, like the King of Slytherins in the Hogwarts dungeons , You can scare and cry dozens of naughty brats with just cold eyes.

"...I don't know, Professor," said Harry blankly, "I really don't know."

恢复

Harry thought he was dreaming.

——He really left the wizarding world and stepped on the Muggle territory one after another?

——He really found the revived Snape in the Muggle town, and he lost his memory?

—had he really heard Snape speaking to him in that familiar sarcastic tone?

Everything, the worry-free happiness of this time is like an illusion of soap bubbles, and it will be shattered and invisible with a light poke. When he wakes up, he will find himself standing in the ruins of Hogwarts, surrounded by bones all over.

It wasn't until he followed Snape and watched the former Potions professor discover that the watchmaker opened the big house of the Kars family as usual, that he thought vaguely: It seems to be Mr. Kars's actions... He must have been dreaming just now... It's better to go back to your own bed and go to sleep... After he came to this town... No, how many hours did he sleep in total since he left the magic world?Do you have twenty hours?No, he's the most powerful wizard now, and he doesn't need much sleep...

"Even if a stupid lion is still a stupid lion after ten years, does the savior have to wait for someone to invite him to enter?"

"—don't call me that!" Harry yelled suddenly, but he was the one who was frightened by his yelling, and the poor Gryffindor stood at the foot of the steps, bewildered and pale, like a frightened rabbit , staring at Snape as if he was about to run away at any moment.

"Just... don't call me that..." He argued dryly and weakly.

Something was repeatedly knocked into the dull brain.

—Snape knew...

—Snape recovered his memory!

With a snap, Harry Potter Apparated.

The potions master who was left hanging at the door had dark eyes. He walked into Kars's big house and closed the door gently as usual.He sat on the sofa left by old Kars, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

Whether he has memory or not, he has never felt the magic that circulates in this big house-as expected, a life of leisure is depraved.

Filled with magic power washing over his body, it was as warm as the tide.Snape closed his eyes slightly, but there were countless fragments in his mind——

Slight mania and irritability, changing moods, weird arousal, difficulty falling asleep, guilt... By the way, there is also a suicidal tendency that I don't even feel.It has been five years since he saw Harry Potter for the last time, and he didn't expect that the group of wizards in the wizarding world who only pinned their hopes on a baby would have enough sense to face the savior, but Potter's friend What are we doing?

Slytherin sneered after a moment's thought.

—Probably overwhelmed.

No amount of black magic, no matter how vicious, can compare to the catastrophic devastation of a war.

Snape wanted to touch his wand, his hand hung in the air at his waist for a moment, then he raised his hand and twitched his fingers slightly.

The parchments, quills, and inkwells in the corner of the room flew towards him, floated in mid-air, and lined up in front of him like obedient puppies.

The magic power traveled through his body, warming every blood vessel and every organ in him.He can feel that the power is in a very good state.

Snape thought.

— no matter how many times...

——No matter how many times, he will still pursue strength, but he will be more careful, cautious, and clearer about his bottom line.

He twitched his fingers again, picked up the quill with his invisible hand, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the parchment, the handwriting was exactly the same as Snape's.

He recorded the things he could recall and the abnormalities of Potter one by one on paper, and then burned the paper after confirming that these memories had been firmly remembered.

Snape was pretty sure he was dying, who saved him from the Screaming Shack and brought him here?Does old Kars know something?

He checked his magic signature the first time he recovered his memory.

Severus Snape Prince Karls

Prince was added after he became the last Prince in the last year of the war, and magic automatically recognized his inheritance qualifications—the magic world does not need any notification of inheritance rights or anything.As for Kars, the magic recognized this surname, which shows that the Kars family is actually a wizard noble, and it also shows that he was forcibly tied to the Kars surname.

Old decorations, old utensils, a big house that never had servants... everything can be explained.

Tapping the arm of the sofa with his long, nimble fingers, he suddenly missed his cauldron.Although clockwork is also a precise job, nothing attracts him more than a slow fire, a slow temperature, and a mist. He is a born master of potions.

The huge crystal chandelier on the big roof flickered suddenly.

Snape looked up, and it wasn't the crystal lamp that flickered, but the ceiling. The huge chandelier turned out to cover the ancient magic circle engraved there—another place he hadn't noticed.

Snape sat without moving, staring at the blue bird flying out of the magic circle.

"It seems that your memory has recovered." The old man's voice came from the blue bird's mouth.

Snape remembered that Kars the Elder had once shown him an older woman in a queer attire with something like