[HP] Elephant of Time

Go ask Severus—a little bit of an academic question. The older wizard will never be shy about explaining, and on the bright side, at least he doesn't have to find an opening topic now, does he?

As soon as he talked about Potion Master, Harry saw Severus Snape who had been away for a few days.

The potion master is still dressed in black, but under the colorful lights, he can easily see the high-end fabrics, exquisite stitching and gorgeous patterns, but no matter how he looks at it, this style seems to be called a show bag behind his back. The handiwork of Peacock's Malfoy family.

Harry cursed secretly in his heart.

Insidious Malfoy!Let him give Severus potion ingredients, but he secretly gave Slytherin a gorgeous dress behind his back!

Although Harry knew that the same piece of clothing, if he had given it to him, would have been turned into ashes in the fireplace of Kars's house by now,

But this can't alleviate the savior's unhappiness.

——Decided, next Christmas must let Severus wear the robe I prepared for him!

The savior Harry Potter silently clenched his fist in his heart, and two wishes were contained in a short sentence.

In fact, Severus Snape did not appear alone. Even the savior who only had his sweetheart in his eyes could not ignore a huge Christmas tree carried by four strong young men behind Snape.

—It was really huge, and Harry saw a Christmas tree nearly five meters high.

and many more……

Why is there a dial hanging on top of the tree?

Harry discovered that the almost fake Christmas tree turned out to be a clock.

He'd never seen this in Cals House or the Aspects of Time!

"Harry, I heard that this Christmas Eve clock was made by Grandpa Carls's grandpa's... grandpa's to let the people in the town spend Christmas together, and it has been kept in the big warehouse in the village since it was done. , Every Christmas Eve, it will be taken out and put away, and everyone will celebrate together from dusk to midnight to listen to the bell at midnight, so that everyone in the town will be safe."

Seeing Harry's surprised expression, Kyle seemed to be trying to make up for the guilt of not being able to tell his good friend his little secret, and he eloquently explained the doubts in Harry's mind.

"But Harry, can you bless peace just by listening to the bell? Grandpa Carls's ancestors were neither gods nor magicians. Isn't it strange if you can bless peace just by listening to the bell? What do you think? Haha What god are you walking?"

"Uh, nothing, thanks for explaining to me."

——Maybe it can really bless you.Harry thought silently in his heart, after all, the ancestors of the Kars family should be real wizards and master alchemists.

Before Harry had time to complain in his heart, he heard the sound of time flowing again.

Like a golden river flowing through golden sand, and like a breeze gently blowing through a dense forest.

In that endless dark space, the silence stays forever.The lonely ferryman comes and goes in the stream of time, but neither exists at this end of time nor at the other end of time. The flying white single wing is engraved on that boat, and every feather is vivid, even without The ferryman waved his oars, and he could reach any corner of time with just a flick of his white wings.

——The last wing is given to the hands of the Son of Man, spinning yarn into threads, gathering sand into rivers, connecting and breaking, destroying nothingness, and guiding the track of time.

Perhaps... Whether it's Shi Zhiliu's clansman or Grandma Tree is wrong... the real third wing is... the real third wing is...

"Potter." The deep voice seemed to be calling from afar.

Immediately afterwards, there was a cold touch in the palm of my hand.

Harry looked up into a black deep pool. Its owner always liked to hide all kinds of emotions under the deep pool, but the ripples that appeared at this moment were undoubtedly the waves called "worry".

"...Severus..."

Harry stared blankly at the person he liked, wondering why the person who was standing under the Christmas bell just now appeared in front of him and held his hand firmly.

He looked around, it was a small dark corner, not far away people seemed to have started to celebrate, and the familiar children had no idea where they were having fun.

He looked down again at the grasped hand.

—Ah, Severus took my hand...

Harry frowned, as if he had forgotten something.It's important - it's important - Severus has to be told -

"Stop, Potter." Snape grabbed Harry's hand hard, trying to use the pain to pull him back from nothingness, a trace of worry crossed his always indifferent face, he hesitated, Still calling softly.

"Don't go, Harry."

"...you...call me Harry?" Harry blinked vigorously, and laughed a little dullly, he could still hear...the sound of the pointer moving, "...Severus...can't call I, Harry... I must still be dreaming."

"Don't go there, Harry." Snape approached the guy who was still giggling, clenched his teeth and hugged the Savior, "Now is not the time, come back from there, Harry James Potter!"

The call woke Harry up. He breathed in the scent of the medicine at the tip of his nose, and gradually fell into sleep.

"Hmm... my head hurts." Harry held his head, feeling as painful as if he had been stepped on by a group of hippogriffs.He looked at the familiar decoration around him - Kars' mansion.

"what happened?"

"I warned you not to get too close to that place!" Snape's gloomy tone came from the side, referring to the river of time.

Harry looked at the people around him in surprise, finally remembering that he seemed to have lost consciousness when the Christmas party started.

"Am I cursed that I'll never be able to attend a festival all my life?" Harry murmured.

"Thanks to Merlin, the savior has something like this in his head?" Snape looked like he was about to go crazy, the features on his face became more three-dimensional and deep, and the angry flames in his black eyes seemed to be able to burn everything.

"I'm really looking forward to it, I'm still wondering if you'll get my gift!" Harry slumped back to the sofa he was lying on just now, "I don't remember what happened, I just remember that there should be one very important thing Need to tell you... Do you think Legilimency can get us what we want?"

Snape twisted the corner of his mouth.

"Unfortunately, I can't."

"Okay..." Harry's voice trailed off.

"If the great golden boy of Gryffindor doesn't notice, it's not even midnight, and I'm afraid I'll be back in the square to oversee the final project completed by the Christmas Bell, and you're still dead on my couch no up?"

The blue-eyed lion got up with a grunt.

"You mean the event isn't over yet? Can I go?"

Snape let out a breath.

"I thought I didn't count."

"Do the math, everything you say counts." Harry looked at Snape expectantly, "Then can I participate?"

There was nothing he could do about the savior's shamelessness, and Snape left angrily.

"You have legs on yourself, Potter!"

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Harry, who didn't expect to be able to catch up with the end of the party, immediately tidied up and followed Snape back to the square.

Snape went straight to the big Christmas clock, and his dexterous hands stroked the green bushes quickly and accurately a few times. A huge gift box rose from the foot of the big Christmas tree-shaped clock. The lid of the gift box was opened and placed on the side.

People around excitedly ran up to put the gifts in their hands into the big gift box.

Why doesn't anyone think it's unscientific for a big gift box to appear out of nowhere?

As a rare profession that can sense magic, Harry had to complain about the lack of nerves of the townspeople.A big gift box of that level can't be explained by something like a "mechanical mechanism", okay?

Isn't the Kars family so mysterious that even the wizarding world doesn't know its existence?

Is it okay to just use alchemy products openly like this?

Although there were many doubts in his heart, Harry still put the presents into the big gift box together with the residents of the town.

The big gift box was covered, and the day gradually came to an end.

Harry and the people around looked at the direction of the Christmas clock, waiting for the final countdown.

Unlike everyone else, what he was looking at was not the moving second hand, but the figure of the Potion Master.

Even in such a lively and cheerful scene, Severus Snape still stood apart from the crowd with a cold expression.Compared with the colorful alchemy artifacts around him, he was more like a lifeless machine spring.

This reminded Harry that at Hogwarts before, Severus at the holiday banquet would never be near the center of the banquet, unless the old headmaster gave him some task, or as the Slytherin head he had to join in.

The soft heart seemed to be held by something, sore and painful.

He will not forcefully pull people who belong to the shadows into the light, but Harry hopes that one day, he can stand with him in the dark.

Those black eyes looked over, intentionally or unintentionally, they happened to meet the green ones.

Snape looked at Harry Potter.

The savior came out of the past at an astonishing speed. Even if everything in the war could affect him, it should not shake him again.When we met for the first time five years later, the rotten aura that seemed to come from the nether world was gradually fading away, and life was growing vigorously in that body.

So why hasn't he left yet?

The potions master didn't understand.

The wizards of the Kars family and the Shiliu family had a direct influence on Potter. For the first time, he thought that powerful magic power was also a kind of trouble.If Potter wasn't the most powerful wizard in existence, he wouldn't be affected at all.