Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.81

He finally sat on the flying carpet that he was thinking about.

Far from what he imagined, manipulating the flying carpet is not as easy and fast as a broom. At the beginning, he excitedly raised the flying carpet and then rushed out quickly. As a result, he almost knocked Sisi sitting next to him. Nep flung it out, luckily he controlled it, and carefully lowered the flying carpet a bit, getting closer to the golden gravel.

"Potter!" Snape held Potter's favorite little girl with one hand, and tightly grasped the flying carpet with the other, with a pale face, "Once you get on with flying, you will be the only one left in your world. How self-centered."

"I'm sorry, Severus." Harry's face also turned pale for a moment, and the fear of almost throwing Snape out made his back wet with sweat.

He lowered the flying carpet onto the sand, then stood up to take Alexis from Snape's hand.

"It's better for you." He sighed, "As you always say about me, I'm too reckless."

"No." Snape moved his lips, and he took the little girl from Harry's hand again.

And Alexis just turned her little head back and forth and looked at her fathers. She thought they were playing, so she opened her hands happily, grabbed her father's robe, and drool on his clothes.

"Fly - fly." She yelled while spitting, dancing with her arms and legs.

"Oh, I knew Alexis that you like flying too!" Harry said happily, but the child was in Snape's hands, so he smeared the extra enthusiasm on Snape's face.

Now Snape knew from whom this little brat likes to live everywhere. He snorted and changed his position to hold the little girl so that she could see the vast golden desert safely without falling off. go down.

"Go on, Potter, or do you think this place is good and you want to take root here?" Snape looked at Harry, and the sarcasm like rose thorns made Harry subconsciously manipulate the flying mat to leave the ground.

"Why am I controlling it again?" Harry yelled, this time he carefully drove the flying carpet only three or four meters off the ground, and he flew slowly, and it is true that the instinct of flying is in his blood. Even though the flying carpet and the broom's flying principles are very different, he got used to it very quickly, and with his eyes closed, he was able to make them fly steadily in mid-air, facing the warm wind brought by the warm sun.

They gradually moved inland, away from the coastline, so the air became drier and the sun began to set. The direction they were traveling was away from the setting sun, so the shadow falling on the golden sand seemed to be gradually elongated. floating black clouds.

"Concentrate, you can do well, but you always lack the patience and concentration you should have." Snape said indifferently, he took out a pacifier from his pocket, stuffed it into the little girl's mouth, and grabbed her Let her stand on his shoulders and look into the distance.

Although he despises Harry's love of flying and the talent of flying that runs in the blood of the Potter family, he doesn't want to suppress the talent of Potter's little sweetheart. On the contrary, he will not stop the little girl's liking. Start conscious cultivation now, just like he replaced all the bedtime readings for Alexis with Potions Encyclopedia in a fairy tale bookcase.

"I'm concentrating, can't you see?" Harry yelled at Snape, his voice muffled by the whistling wind in his ear, and he frowned as he steered them upwards and activated the flying carpet The noise reduction function of the noise reduction function filtered out all the wind in the ear, and took out the map provided by the hotel. This map marked the surrounding attractions in detail, including a magic site in the ancient Roman period in the desert. The Temple of Jupiter in the street is much more interesting.

Harry was distracted in manipulating the flying carpet. Their speed had already slowed down, slower than the sweeping series of brooms used in flying lessons that could enter museums. He looked down at the map, but in the desert he couldn't tell Direction—so he uttered a spell, and a slowly moving red dot appeared on the map, which was their current location.

He had asked Hermione about this location-indicating spell before he set off, and it finally came in handy.

Snape grabbed the map, frowning as he saw that the target's ruins were still dozens of kilometers away.

It was already afternoon when they set off, and now the sunset glow was in the sky behind them.

"We need to find a place to pitch our tent." Harry said, he took out his newly bought tea set, waved his wand to fill the teapot with hot water, and took out the teapot on Bazaar Street. Bought tea and started making tea.

He handed Snape a cup of tea, and poured himself another cup. While drinking the tea, he was looking for the place to pitch the tent. If he hadn't eaten too much at noon, he still wanted to take out some refreshments and have a meal on the fly. Afternoon tea on the blanket.

"You need to find a leeward place to avoid sandstorms." Snape pointed to Harry.

So Harry felt the current direction of the wind, and looked on the map to see if there were any intimate reminders marked. Finally, under the purple light for a long time, he manipulated the flying carpet and landed, which happened to be a place backed by sand dunes.

"It's nice here," Harry said, twisting his waist to look at Snape who was starting to take out the tent from his luggage behind him. "Why don't you set up a tent and I'll have a barbecue?"

Snape glanced at the boy who had already made up his mind, his questioning was completely superfluous, his eyes flicked to the messy black hair, and he slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.

With division of labor and cooperation, perhaps he can still look forward to Harry's craftsmanship, and this young man is good at studying this, isn't he?Before he'd clamored to invade his home to take care of his body, and take over his kitchen, no-- from farther back, he'd almost forgotten how much Daniel enjoyed being in the kitchen while his restless hours passed.

As Harry spoke, he also started to take out his luggage. In the market in Damascus, he chose a lot of fresh beef and mutton, as well as corn, potatoes and mushrooms, and the most important thing in his luggage was spices, ah—he I also bought curry ingredients on Bazaar Street, just to try to make a pot of curry soup.

While Harry found the jar of honey to be brushed on the meat from the luggage, he waved his wand and conjured a branch to start a fire.

Soon Snape's tent was set up, and Harry's barbecue was also brushed with his secret sauce and put on the campfire.

The sun completely fell into the horizon, without the lights of human civilization to disperse the darkness, the sky darkened extremely quickly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the world was black and blue with dark gray sand, and the only vertical smoke in the world, under the long straight smoke was the orange bonfire, Harry focused on Rotating the grill, he turned over the dripping meat. In order to prevent it from scorching, he used a branch to fiddle with the campfire to prevent the flames from rising. Snape prepared baby milk powder, carefully tested the temperature, and stuffed it into the little girl's milk powder. Let her eat first, lest she start making noises when she is hungry.

After dark, the temperature in the desert also began to drop sharply. Fortunately, they were around the campfire, and the warm flame dispelled the cold.

Snape watched the boys who were so absorbed in the roast that they were the only ones in the world now, just as he had eyes for the only brash Potter who hadn't changed, his Harry.