[HP] Elephant of Time

To the influence of time magic.

——No, maybe there is also the reason why soul magic once acted on him.

Snape frowned slightly.

Time, space, soul.

The evil magic of horcruxes has stepped into the realm of the soul, and it is only natural that Harry Potter, who was once a horcrux, would be shaken by time magic.

Just as he was about to add this question to the "List of Events to Be Resolved", Snape saw Harry Potter the Idiot grinning at him from the corner of his wandering eyes.

——It is completely unnecessary to worry about the Gryffindor lion full of idiots, especially the savior. The degree of luck is inversely proportional to his IQ. People are as stupid as they are lucky.Even the Dark Lord was knocked to death by him, let alone other miscellaneous fish and shrimps.

The potion master who was stared directly at by the "stupid gaze" couldn't help but silently looked away.

A small voice in his heart questioned himself.

—You really don't know why he doesn't leave?

——As if you really never heard anything, nothing happened.

The voice let out a loud snort, as if laughing at his weak self.

- Severus Snape, when did you become so weak?You should laugh at his stupidity loudly, satirize his wishful thinking badly, clean up the savior's messy brain with venom-soaked words, and tell him that you will never worship at the feet of any powerful wizard again!Even in the name of love.

——Aha!

The voice dropped a sharp laugh.

——Are you tempted?How do you ever think that someone is really going to stay for you forever?And that person is the hottest person in the entire wizarding world!

——No one will stop for you!No one will accompany you to the end!You are a sinister and despicable villain, a timid and confused coward, who wants to go into darkness but does not want to fall into the abyss, wants to be powerful but is afraid of polluting the soul!

Snape closed his eyes, and the long-lost Occlumency began to operate, all the chaotic noises were cleared away, the disordered heartbeat gradually calmed down, and only the sound of the Christmas clock passing by second by second remained in his ears.

In the last few seconds of Christmas Eve, people began to count down.

"Three, two, one, zero!"

The powerful bells resounded through the sky, and the big bell in the shape of a Christmas tree emitted colorful light with each ringing of the bell. The huge gift box was opened and the gifts that had been put in it flew out and fell into the hands of people in the square. One, it was as if there was a gift genie in the box delivering gifts to everyone.

Harry no longer wanted to complain about the nervousness of the onlookers and the integrity of the Kars family.

He just looked in Severus' direction, his own gift box was lying in the other's arms, and the expression on the Potions Master's face was enough for him to collect it and savor it carefully.

"Harry, didn't you get a gift?" Kyle looked at the empty-handed big friend suspiciously, "Could it be that the big clock made a mistake this year?"

Big Clock was right.

Harry has discovered the magic hidden in this alchemical item.

As long as you pray sincerely, the gift will be given to the right person.

——It would be nice if XXX could receive my gift.

——If only I could get a gift from XXX.

The Christmas bell listens to people's wishes and fulfills the strongest of all wishes, and the others are postponed in turn.

"I've got the best Christmas present ever." Harry smiled at Kyle.

Snape looked at the gift box in his palm, the silver and green wrapping paper, with tiny stars printed on it.

It stands to reason that those who did not participate in the gift exchange would not get a gift.

But if he got it, it could only mean that the giver's intentions were strong enough to interfere with the magic of alchemical products.

It was like confirming the lion's heart after a series of internal questioning... He was holding the golden heart of the golden savior.

"Mr. Carls, don't you want to take it apart?" The red-haired Evanson family man looked at the watchmaker with a smile. He was holding the Christmas wooden horse made by his son and almost couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

Snape frowned—the savior wouldn't put any strange things belonging to the wizarding world in the gifts to be exchanged, would he?

Under the kind eyes of the people around him, he stiffly began to unwrap the present.

The exquisite wrapping paper was completely peeled off by the hands that dealt with delicate work, and after being folded flat, the words "Merry Christmas" written by Harry himself could be seen inside.

Opening the box, a fist-sized miniature of an 11-year-old savior riding a lion stands in a crystal ball.Because of the excessive emphasis on the lightning scar on the forehead and the relationship between youth, it is not very similar to the now adult Harry Potter.

Model Harry blinked.

Snape slammed the gift box shut!

—that damned Harry Potter!

Even a master of potions who doesn't know much about Muggle toys can tell at a glance that they are products of the wizarding world.Who's going to put out a Harry Potter set of decorations other than messianic-worshiping morons?

He really shouldn't have any hope in the head of the savior!

"This crystal ball is quite cute. I don't know whose gift it is. I also want to put a few in the tavern." Mrs. Sinhill said with a smile. She is the proprietress of the tavern in the town and likes to collect all kinds of small decorations .

The surrounding residents also echoed.

Snape felt his stomach churn at the thought that any small-town resident might have Harry Potter decorations in their home and wink every day.

He silently put away the box and quickly withdrew from the crowd.

Anyway, after the clock struck midnight, his duties were over.The Christmas bell only needs to let the townspeople move back to the original place.

Surprisingly, Harry was already standing there by the time Snape arrived at Kars Mansion.

After the gift exchange, there was an all-night carnival, one of the few days when the parents would agree that the imps didn't go to bed, so the Potions master thought Harry was playing with his little friends.

"I think you'll come back, after all, you don't really like excitement." Seeing Severus' doubts, Harry shrugged and opened the door first, "And my wish has come true."

Harry stood in the light inside the door, holding a gift box wrapped in gold and red in his hand. The lion pattern on it made Snape frown.

"Merry Christmas, Severus." Harry handed the gift box forward, "Basilisk scales, I think you'll like them."

In the end he had to go back to Hogwarts to thank his Parseltongue and the corpse of the basilisk, although after Malfoy's assessment, the only thing that could be used was the scales.

Snape didn't take the box, but entered sideways.

Just when Harry clenched his fists and decided to have a good talk with Draco Malfoy, Snape came out with something.

A small pocket watch.

The potions master took the box out of Harry's hand and put the pocket watch in Harry's hand.

"Merry Christmas," he said.

Then, the black figure disappeared behind the basement door.

Harry looked at the pocket watch a little dully.

Gold frame, dark green chassis and silver hands, small SC and ∞ symbols engraved on the edge of the dial.

The moment he saw this mark, Hariford was in his heart - different from the handwriting left in the storybook, he was very familiar with this sharp font style, and he could always see the same style in his potions class homework when he was a student Harsh comments left in his handwriting.

S is for Severus, C is for Kars, this is a pocket watch made by the potions master himself.

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Draco Malfoy couldn't bear the demented look of the savior smirking all day long.

Didn't he just receive a pocket watch made by the dean himself?Maybe I just threw a failed product at you! —Malfoy thought darkly in his mind.He wasn't jealous that he hadn't received anything in return.

Speaking of these two people getting together, it was because of the agreement at Knockturn Alley that day.

The Christmas gift received by the potions master was undoubtedly far beyond the "satisfaction" condition, so Harry came to tell little Malfoy what he had agreed to tell him before.

"You mean that there is a family in England that inherits time magic, and the dean has become its sole successor?" Draco Malfoy's tone was full of disbelief.

"You Slytherins can only see the word benefit forever? I said that, very, dangerous, dangerous." The former golden boy looked at his deadly enemy and said with a frown.

"I heard, one year." Malfoy tapped his cane on his palm, "The benefits far outweigh the risks, Potter, as long as you are a Slytherin, you will not refuse this temptation."

Harry sneered and broke Draco's pretentiousness: "Would you do it for you?"

"Don't be stupid, Potter." Draco's aristocratic demeanor could never be kept intact when facing Harry Potter, his arch-rival. Instead of grimly resenting why you were tied to this road, it is better to dig the greatest value on this road.”

The young new Slytherin leader stared in an unknown direction, his thoughts flew away, and the expression on his face became gloomy: "I just don't understand why it's always him."

When the words came out, Harry fell silent.

Someone once told him that fate favors rough times.

The more ill-fated and full of suffering, the more he can do a great job, whether it is Severus or him.However, they don't really want a big career, what he wants is just an ordinary family, ordinary happiness, and as for Severus,