[HP] Illusion

Harry woke up from his own screaming.

It was still the dead of night at this time, and in the huge room, there was only a hazy vision brought out by the half-bright and half-dark light outside the window.The echo of that scream did not dissipate for a long time, intertwined with the young man's heavy and rapid panting, it was so cold that it made people desperate.

Harry was covered in sticky cold sweat, and there were still large beads of sweat falling from his forehead and hair. The stalled heartbeat did not calm down because he woke up from the dream, but became clearer.It seemed that in the next second, the heart would jump out of his chest crazily.

"Professor..." Harry murmured, "Sev..."

When Harry came to his senses, he was already in the Forbidden Forest, holding an empty vial in his hand.

The cold in the middle of the night could almost freeze everything in the Forbidden Forest. When Harry came out, he was so anxious that he didn't even put on his cloak, and even ran all the way barefoot.

It seemed that even the weather was not good, when Harry was running in the Forbidden Forest, it started to rain suddenly.

At first the bean-sized raindrops hit him one by one, and then the rain pattered and continued, and soon Harry became a drowned chicken.The soaked pajamas just stuck to his body, as if wearing a piece of clothing made of ice, the young man's exposed skin was pale and purple from the cold.At this moment, Harry couldn't care less about the embarrassment, he ran like a desperado to the place where he met the little unicorn before.

However, I don't know what to do next.

Due to the rain, the originally dark Forbidden Forest became darker and colder. The sounds of wind and rain intertwined, and they joined hands to deal with the fish that slipped through the net in the Forbidden Forest.A howling cry suddenly sounded in the forest, and the young man hoped that the little unicorn that had promised him would appear miraculously.The cold wind and rain were as sharp as a knife, but after only shouting for a while, the young man almost lost his voice in the strong wind...

The cold rain fell on his face, merging with the warm liquid above, and Harry wiped his eyes, trying to get a clearer view of his surroundings.

Suddenly, the young man noticed a movement behind him, a warm head rubbed against Harry's thigh, he turned around abruptly, and when he saw the little unicorn standing meekly behind him, the young man lost all strength. They all fell to the ground.

Great, great... Harry heard his own voice.He stretched out his hand, holding the little unicorn's head, and kept begging in a hoarse voice: "Please, please..."

The little unicorn looked at the desperate young man in front of him, and licked the cheek full of transparent liquid. The salty and cool liquid tasted bad. Answer the pleas of youth.After rubbing Harry's cheek again, the little unicorn suddenly turned sideways and lay obediently on the ground, stretched out a leg towards the young man, with a kind of acquiescence in its docile eyes.

"Can you?" Harry asked cautiously, swallowing hard.

Not sure if the little unicorn understood what he said, Harry clearly saw the little unicorn nodding his head, then quickly closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling slightly, looking very nervous.

Harry was more nervous than that, just when he took out his wand and pointed it at the little unicorn's body, two adult unicorns in the distance looked agitated, but they didn't come out to stop him.

The young man knelt on the ground, his trembling hands could hardly hold the wand steadily. After several attempts, he held the wand in both hands, and carefully made a small cut on the little unicorn's body. It was silver and seemed to glow. With his movements, blood slowly gushed out from the opening.

Harry stopped after taking about one-sixth of the bottle. He moved very quickly, and he waved his wand to heal the little unicorn's wound almost at the same time as he closed the bottle cap.Fortunately, the wound was not that big, and it healed much faster than in the afternoon. Harry was relieved to see the cut disappear into nothingness.

Putting the bottle containing the unicorn's blood solemnly into his close pocket, the young man couldn't help hugging the little unicorn and kissing it several times excitedly.

"Thank you thank you... you saved my life..."

Feeling the youth's unreserved enthusiasm, the little unicorn turned its head shyly. It kicked its legs and stood up after finding that it didn't hurt at all. It stuck out its tongue and licked Harry's cheek affectionately. Then he flicked his tail at Harry and told him to rush back to save others.

After thanking the three unicorns solemnly, Harry ran towards the castle like a gallop.

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At this moment, the cold room was not as dark as usual at this time, the whole bedroom was rarely brightly lit, and the bright lights seemed to warm the whole room.

Harry's body was numb and cold, and none of his nerves seemed to reflect the true sensations of his body.

At this moment, only the brain is awake, but so vague.

He remembered all the scenes in the dream, he remembered the heart-piercing cry of the woman, he remembered the image of little Snape lying in a pool of blood, the blood gushing out of the little boy's body, he watched the little boy gradually lose There is no way to save.

In fact, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. If it was a dream, why all the scenes were so real and terrifying, and he could even see all the details clearly.

He must go, must go!Harry stood in front of the Pensieve, staring at the silvery mass floating in front of him.In the next second, he took out his wand as if he was so blessed, and pulled out some white, cloud-like filaments towards his head and put them into the Pensieve.

Please... Harry prayed, entering the Pensieve with his eyes closed.

The cold and dark matter wrapped Harry's body, he didn't dare to open his eyes, but kept begging for himself to successfully reach that time and space.

——On a certain cabinet outside the bedroom, a thousand-year-old hourglass was opened when Harry jumped into the Pensieve, and fine sand slowly fell from the top.

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The moment it landed on the ground, Harry felt a sweltering heat, followed by a strong smell of blood.

It worked!Harry opened his eyes almost immediately - the scene in front of him was exactly the same as in the dream, the seriously injured little boy was lying lifeless on the blood-stained floor, the woman was giving the increasingly weak and pale Little boy undergoes therapy.

No time to understand why he didn't enter the time before the little boy was injured, the young man stepped forward, pushed away the trembling woman, and took out the wand and potion to stop the little boy from bleeding.

Irene Snape was stunned when she was pushed to the ground, the young man in front of her was very familiar, his wand was jumping along with his wrist, and the nimble movements looked quite skilled.

"You..." Irene subconsciously opened her mouth, but the appearance of the other party racing against time made her shut up.

Irene held her breath and stared intently at the young man's back.The young man's techniques are much more professional than hers, and may even be better than many intern therapists in St. Mungo's, but the increasingly pale face of her son's small face seems to tell the two people present that his Life is passing silently.

Harry focused all his attention on the little boy in front of him, and had no time to pay attention to the woman behind him. The healing spells converged on the little boy while he was waving his wand. Among the terrible wounds.

After finally healing the superficial wound, the young man was not relieved, because the little Snape was still lifeless, and the signs of life were getting weaker and weaker. The young man used several detection spells, and suddenly his expression changed. , and then quickly took out a transparent bottle from his pocket.

Harry held the little boy's body in his arms, resting his left shoulder on the boy's back.This was a difficult process. The young man tilted the little boy's head back slightly, pinched the boy's chin with one hand to force his mouth to open a little, and with the other hand poured the potion containing the silver-white blood of the unicorn. The mouth of the bottle was carefully brought close to the boy's mouth.

"What's that?" Irene didn't know when she walked a few steps away from Harry.

When the silvery white liquid was about to touch the little boy's mouth, she suddenly screamed.

Harry didn't have time to explain to her, but poured the beautiful silver-white liquid into the boy's mouth with all his heart, but it was not an easy task when the boy was unconscious.He didn't take much unicorn blood in the first place, and now he couldn't waste even a drop.

Because no one knows whether that drop can save the little boy's life.

Irene ran up and looked at Harry with an ugly face, "This is unicorn blood? Do you know..."

"Get out!" The young man's voice was crisp and sharp.

As soon as his words fell, Irene was thrown out. Fortunately, the magic power was not very effective. Irene stopped after pushing out two or three yards. She stumbled and wanted to get closer, but was caught by an invisible transparent barrier. Blocking her way, she could only watch Harry feed the little boy unicorn blood anxiously at the moment.

"That's my son!" Irene protested loudly, "How dare you...how dare you! Unicorn blood can bring curses, you are not saving him but harming him..."

She screamed, but soon, her ending was interrupted by the young man's sudden movement, and the gloomy and oppressive living room returned to a dead silence again, and the whole space seemed to be suddenly silenced——

When Harry couldn't pour the silver liquid into the little boy, he turned the bottle to his own mouth without much thought. He took a mouthful first, and then quickly passed into the little boy's mouth. During the process, he pressed the little boy's cold lips tightly to prevent the precious silver liquid from flowing out. He didn't drink it until he felt that the little boy had finally swallowed all the unicorn blood. He took a second mouthful and entered the boy's mouth in the same way.

There was not much blood in the unicorn in the bottle, and the young man had only fed three bottles before bottoming out. There was a little silver-white liquid on the corner of his mouth, but his expression was calm and gentle, without any trace of ferocity, which also made Irene Somewhat confused.But when she thought that it was unicorn blood, Irene couldn't help but feel palpitations. How could this person drink unicorn blood for her son? !

——But...the deal is done.

The little boy's face seemed to have recovered a little bit due to the nourishment of the unicorn blood, but that little face still looked weak and pale.

As time passed by, Snape's condition continued to improve, his breathing that had almost disappeared before became stable, and his chest seemed to rise and fall visible to the naked eye.

"It's indeed unicorn blood," said Harry, pressing his forehead against the boy's still-cold forehead, his voice hoarse and gloomy, which sounded terrifying, "but not all unicorn blood is on it." cursed."

"What... what?" Irene was shocked when she heard the young man's words. "How can it be?"

Does he mean that he can get favored by unicorns and volunteer to donate blood that is said to be able to bring the dead back to life?

Harry's voice was hoarse and depressed. He stared at Irene gloomyly, and said word by word: "If you will be cursed, then let me be cursed with Severus Snape."