[HP] turns in your hand

[The extra plot has nothing to do with the main text, it can be regarded as a parallel world]

[Professor in the timeline of the text x Xiao Qi, a female college student who has not yet gotten sick, is still a few years away from Xiao Qi's suicide, so this Xiao Qi and Xiao Qi in the text will have some differences in personality, smaller, more immature, cuter, and more believe in love]

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When Chiara came home from the laboratory, she always felt a little flustered, as if she had forgotten something.

But after taking out her mobile phone to check all the unread messages, flipping through the mailbox, and even asking around in the teacher's small group, Chiara had to admit that her flusteredness might be due to yesterday's Stayed up all night in the lab.

The continuous rotation of two days and one night will indeed cause a heart arrhythmia in a young man in his early 20s.

Fortunately, today is Friday, and Chiara has another weekend to rest.

Back at the small apartment where she lived alone, Chiara was sleepy and hungry.She tried her best to open her sleepy eyelids, packed the things in her schoolbag, ordered takeaway, and then took a hot bath slowly.When she came out of the bathroom steaming in bright yellow pajamas, she didn't want to move at all, she just wanted to bury herself in bed and be a dead person.

But she can't rest so early, because the takeaway hasn't arrived yet.

Chiara leaned against the head of the bed, instinct and reason fighting.Instinct told her to brush her phone for a while to read some gossip jokes, and after a while, she quickly went to sleep after eating. Reason said that she should hurry up and read the article. On Monday, she would be able to maintain her image as a good student at the group meeting, and use the article to speak out. One, two, three, four, five.

This kind of battle between heaven and man happens every day in Chiara's mind.Generally speaking, there will be more times when rationality wins, but every time rationality wins, it will bring double exhaustion to the body; after instinct wins, although she can get a moment of happiness, but after being happy, she will spend more Guilty about being lazy half the time.

Chiara hasn't seen the terrible results of this kind of struggle for the time being. Now she is still making the final struggle, with her fingers on the screen of the mobile phone, swipe back and forth aimlessly, and use daze to delay the final moment of decision.

The delivery man's knock on the door liberated her from this anxious tangle.When Chiara heard the knock on the door, it was as if she could smell the aroma of food. She was full of strength, and she stood up with a carp, and ran to the door briskly with bare feet.

But she gradually slowed down as she approached the door, thinking to herself: Why didn't the delivery guy call her first before knocking on the door?

The vigilance of women living alone prevented Chiara from opening the door hastily.She held her breath, quietly closed the door, and pushed aside the small green Slytherin banner covering the cat's eyes.

Chiara held a small hanging flag in one hand, and leaned on the door with the other hand, peeping out the door through the peephole with wide eyes.The corridor of the apartment was empty, but the voice-activated lights were on, indicating that the knock on the door just now was not an auditory hallucination of Chiara.

She waited patiently for a minute, but the knock on the door did not ring again, and the voice-activated light went off, and Chiara did not see the delivery man.

The takeaway boy probably knocked on the door and hung the meal on the doorknob and left, Ziara guessed.But for some reason, her heart beat faster and faster, her palms were uncharacteristically wet, and she was slightly flustered.

Chiara pushed open the door carefully, and there was no one in the corridor, only the voice-activated lights that "snaked" and turned on again because of the sound of the door opening.She leaned out halfway, and there was no takeaway on the doorknob, but she found a person on the ground in front of the house.

A black-haired foreign man with two blood holes in his neck was sitting slumped by the wall at her door.

A scream was blocked in Chiara's throat, the man slowly raised his head, and met her eyes from bottom to top.The pair of dark eyes blinked feebly, and before Chiara reached for the phone with trembling hands to call the police, he opened his lips slightly and called softly:

"Chiara."

Blood dripped down his black robe, and a blood-stained black long stick was stuck obliquely in the man's pocket, revealing a sharp corner.Under the dim voice-activated light, he turned his head to look at her with a pale complexion, but this weird scene was strangely merged with a picture that had never happened in reality.Chiara stood there dumbfounded, and heard the man spit out another sentence in a very low voice:

"Wand, pass me..."

A dull thunder struck above Ziara's head, and the messy and similar images squeezed into her white head, as if she had seen the death of this man countless times.Instinctively, she rushed to his side, and Liushen stretched out her hand helplessly to block the blood hole in his neck: "Wand, your wand is...here, here, I found it!"

Chiara's hands were also stained with his blood. After she took her wand out of the pocket of her robe and stuffed it into the palm of his limp right hand, she wrapped her bloody hand tremblingly around his, tightly He held the wand in the palm of his hand, and pressed the other on his neck, trying to slow down the spurt of blood for him.

"Wand, wand here, can you hold it? I'll hold it for you, I, I'll call an ambulance—"

The man raised his eyes to meet Chiara's eyes that were already filled with tears before he knew it.He shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Don't call anyone."

Chiara can use her composure to deal with almost any unexpected problems that may arise in the examination room, interviews and experiments, but at this time her tears could not be stopped for no reason, and fell on the back of her own hand, man neck, in a pool of blood on the ground.

"You are, who are you...?" she asked.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling that the blood hole on his neck was slowly shrinking and healing, and the numbness from the snake venom was also disappearing little by little, but the physical exhaustion caused by blood loss and traveling through time and space made him too tired to hold on.The man's hands fell slowly, and before he lost consciousness, he felt a pair of soft hands supporting his body.

She obviously didn't know who he was, how could she still dare to save someone?

At this time, Chiara's defenses are too weak... This will not work.

Snape let out a deep sigh.

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The first thing Snape felt when he woke up was a strange touch.

Warm and soft fingers pressed against his most vulnerable neck, pressing down slightly. The feeling that his life was in the hands of others made Snape instinctively want to resist.

Fortunately, his sanity came back only a little slower than instinct, Snape didn't choose to wave that hand away, but opened his eyes first.

The girl with short black hair leaned over on his bedside, her hair was a bit messy, her eyes were red and swollen, she had obviously cried hard.After realizing his waking up, she widened her eyes slightly, surprise and worry appeared on her face at the same time, it looked funny and cute.

"You...you...how do you feel now?" Chiara asked cautiously, and the hand touching his neck to test his pulse also retracted like an electric shock, "Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Snape didn't answer, he looked Chiara up and down first, she held her breath and her heart was beating wildly with nervousness.

She was wearing a bright yellow hoodie that ordinary Muggle girls would wear, which made her complexion paler and made her look smaller, at least compared to the woman who threw Fiercefire at the gold cup in Gringotts , this Chiara wrote all the thoughts in her heart on her face, and there was still light in her eyes.

It turned out that Chiara, who was not sick, was as immature as those carefree little bastards in Hogwarts. She had a pair of clear eyes that had not experienced any wind and rain.

But he couldn't keep those eyes.

"It's okay," Snape said, and his voice was frighteningly dry when he opened his mouth. "Where's my wand?"

Chiara immediately took a dark, straight wand with no frills from the bedside table, held it in both hands, and handed it to Snape with great care.

Snape realized at this moment that he was lying on the bed.He slowly propped himself up on the back of his elbow, and under Chiara's worried eyes, he leaned his back against the soft pillow at the head of the bed, and then took his wand from Chiara's hand.

"Thank you." He said hoarsely.

Chiara was bewildered for a moment. She glanced at her wand, then at Snape's face, her eyes involuntarily flicking to the two round, self-healing scars on his neck.

He could see that she wanted to ask a question very much at this moment.

"Who are you?" Chiara finally asked in a low voice, "Why did you...appear at my door like that?"

Snape liked the feeling of having the upper hand in intelligence, especially when the other party was Chiara, who had confused and angered him in the same way.

The situation has been reversed, and now it's time for him to wow a certain lady.

"Since you don't know who I am, why did you save me?" he asked.

Snape's expression didn't change in any way, Ciara couldn't see his thoughts, she was even a little scared by his dark eyes.

"Because..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, "Maybe, I just want to be brave...?"

No, because she guessed it.

From the man's appearance, clothing, accent, wand, and the two appalling blood holes in his neck, she guessed an absurd conclusion that she really wanted to believe.

He is the person in the book, he is the person in the movie, he is the supporting actor whose fate was manipulated by the author to die early in the virtual world, he is the tragedy that bears the love of countless people in this world but can never know all of it clown.

He was Chiara's favorite man.

Chiara knew that he could not appear in reality, but Chiara wanted him to appear in reality in her dreams.

She hoped he was, but she dared not confirm the possibility.And she was even more unwilling to expose the fact that "you are a person in the book" in front of him, so she could only carefully hide her guess and try her best to act out that she was just an outburst of the Virgin Mary's heart, which made an inexplicable man all over her body. Bleedingly wounded man dragged into his solitary apartment.

To be honest, if he wasn't the one Chiara guessed, she would really throw him outside and call the police.

Snape looked at Chiara. Although she was more composed than most people of her age, her eyes would still wander when she was nervous about drafting.

He hated students lying to his face, especially such lies that could be seen through at a glance.But Snape looked at Chiara who was frowning, and thought it was good that she could be seen at a glance like this.

Another wave of irresistible fatigue surged up, and Snape felt his eyelids being pulled down by the Cornish elves.Perhaps his expression showed discomfort, so Chiara moved a little closer and called him softly: "Sir, sir? Are you okay?"

He needs some more sleep.

Ziara watched as the man closed his eyes again, and then his breathing slowed, light and even.Even when he was asleep, there was still a deep mark on the crease between his brows, as if there was something in his dream that worried him.Zia stretched out her hand, and gently placed it on his neck again. She didn't relax her shoulders until she felt the carotid artery was still beating regularly.

Then, like a ghost, Chiara's fingers moved up slowly.She held her breath, and slowly put her fingertips on the man's brow, and then bit by bit smoothed the space between his wrinkled brows.

"Are you really him?"

Snape fell asleep peacefully, unable to answer.

"If you are, then I must have done a lot of good things and used up all the luck left in this life." Ziara withdrew her hand, she lay on the edge of the bed, curled up like a puppy, "Seeing that you are still alive, I can touch the real you..."

Chiara is sincerely grateful to Fate today.

It's good to be alive.

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It was already daylight when Snape woke up again.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, making it hard for him to keep his eyes open.He took out his arm from under the quilt, and was shocked to find that there was another person lying beside him.

Ziara changed into a purple hoodie and sweater. The girl wrapped herself tightly in a quilt, curled up into a small ball, and fell asleep on the edge of the bed like a silkworm chrysalis, and seemed to move a little further About to fall.

She actually felt at ease sleeping on the same bed with a strange man whom she met for the first time. I really don't know whether to say that she is too naive or not vigilant, or...

Snape sighed slightly, he stretched out his hand to break Ziara over, moved to the center of the bed, and stood on the ground enduring his dizziness.

Chiara did a lot of things yesterday.She obviously dragged Snape in from the door with great difficulty, and then carried him to the bed with only her own strength. After that, she cleaned up the blood stains on the door and the room, and even gave him a bloody The robe was ripped off and thrown into the washing machine, and now a large black wizard's robe was drying on her balcony.

It seems that Chiara is always such a thoughtful and hardworking person at any time.

This can also explain why her hair was messed up yesterday, and now she sleeps so deeply, obviously exhausted.

Snape didn't know what kind of world he came to, and he didn't understand why two blood holes appeared on his neck as soon as he landed, which were obviously attacked by pythons.Standing by the bed, he looked around Chiara's room, his eyes fixed on some inexplicably familiar things.

He walked towards the desk with shelves and notebooks. On the small shelf with all kinds of stationery, he saw a small plastic figure half the size of a palm.This little person was placed in a position where people in front of the desk could see it as soon as they looked up, and there was no dust around it. It seemed that its owner wiped it from time to time and took good care of it.

But the problem is that this little plastic man, who has been so cared for, looks familiar.

Black half-long hair, simplified but still serious expression, black robe, holding a very mini wand in his hand... There is even a small pot of potion with green steaming under his feet.

Snape stared at the plastic figurine. After hesitating for a while, he picked it up, turned it over, and tried to find clues like the name on it.

Of course, there were no clues on this little ornament that Ziara took out of the blind box, but Snape believed in his own judgment, this little thing must have some connection with him.

One point that Snape had been puzzled by was why Chiara was so attached to him.It took him a while to accept the fact that Chiara loved him, and the answer to why she loved him had never been found.

He tried to analyze it before, and at first he guessed that Chiara lacked paternal love since she was a child, so he, who was her leader in the magic world and the dean of the academy, compensated for her love as a father.But later he discovered that Chiara was not a real "child". She had her own parents and had an irreplaceable emotional connection with them (although it was not a good emotional connection in his opinion), so fatherly love The possibility of meal replacement is ruled out.

Then why did she love him so much?

Snape thought he might find the answer today.

There were a lot of things on Chiara's desk, but Snape couldn't read Chinese, so he carefully scanned around, and after seeing no more useful information, he approached Qi's bookcase.

At first he didn't expect to find any useful information in the bookcase, but Snape soon discovered that many of Chiara's books had English translations on the spines.He found Chiara's professional textbooks on the level closest to human height, and below that were some books whose series titles looked like novels—because he found "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

Snape continued to look down, and identifying books became an interesting treasure hunt. He guessed the contents of the book based on the binding on the spine and the sparse English, and then pulled the book out to check the translation on the cover.

After discovering several strange novels with fancy covers and no translations, Snape found a set of books with old-looking spines in the corner of this floor.

There were seven books in this set, and Snape could tell from the consistent titles on the spine, because their titles were all four square characters with a "·".He guessed from experience that this was another set of novels, and then lost the desire to pull them out of the bookcase.

"……gentlemen?"

Chiara's voice, which had just woken up, was still a little nasal, and it sounded sticky from behind.Snape tilted his head slightly, and after discovering his location, Chiara's voice suddenly became tense: "Are you looking for a book to read?"

There were situations, Snape realized immediately, that she didn't seem to want to let herself see something in the bookcase.

"Look around," he said, not moving the soles of his feet. "I wonder what kind of place I've come to."

Regardless that she was not wearing slippers, Chiara quickly rolled over from the bed.

"You bled a lot yesterday, you'd better lie down and rest on the bed." She approached Snape cautiously, "I'll get you some breakfast, what do you want?"

She wanted to turn herself away, which only confirmed Snape's judgment.He stretched out his hand, pretending not to care, moving on the bookshelf, while watching Chiara's expression from the corner of his eye.As she approached the set of seven novels, the muscles on Chiara's entire face tensed up, obviously quite frightened.

"...You don't need to run back and forth to prepare things for me." Snape turned to look at her, "You don't know me, we just met by chance, I will leave today."

Ziara breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly tensed again at his words: "Leave? But your body—"

She looked at the two snake teeth scars with white dots, her facial features were slightly wrinkled, and there was a sadness in her eyes that Snape didn't understand.

"How my body is has nothing to do with you," Snape said, "but I will repay you for saving you last night. What do you want? Money, status, health? As long as I can do it, I will be satisfied."

Chiara looked like a kicked puppy. She couldn't speak for a while, but just stood there staring at him blankly, and Snape patiently waited for her to answer.

"I... want you to take care of yourself," Chiara whispered.

It is best to stay at her home and take care of yourself.

Snape was not surprised by this answer, but he still put on a cold expression on his face, emphasizing slightly with sarcasm: "As I said, my physical condition has nothing to do with you, this strange and kind man Miss, you might as well think more about yourself."

The tips of Chiara's ears turned red, not because of shyness: "I don't want anything, and I don't have to think about myself. What I need to think about now is you."

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you thinking about me? If you have something in mind for me, you'd better say it now while I'm still willing to pay you back."

"What am I plotting against you?! I plotting against you—" Ziara's face flushed, "I fell in love with you at first sight, okay!"

Snape: ...

Why no matter which Chiara...

Do you all like to confess so bluntly?

It's not good for his heart, really.

After Chiara finished speaking, she seemed to gain a bit of momentum. She stepped forward and grabbed Lasnape's sleeve forcefully: "Go back, go back and lie down, and I will make you breakfast. You can eat poached eggs with sugar Or put salt?"

Snape shook off Chiara's hand lightly with an uneasy face, he gave her an annoyed look, and then consciously lay back.

Although he has already experienced being confessed in person once, it is still difficult for him to accept it!

Chiara: Do it a few times and you get used to it.

Chiara was full of fighting spirit to make breakfast, and Snape certainly didn't just sit still.After she went to the kitchen and turned on the gas, Snape strode silently towards the bookcase and pulled out the first book in the set with precise precision.

On the cover, a boy with round glasses reaches out to a golden snitch on a broomstick.

Snape opened the title page and found the English title of the book on the copyright page.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone...?"

Snape suddenly had an extremely absurd and terrifying guess, and he kept his hands out, pulling out the second book:

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

Then the third book, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, the fourth book, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire—

The fifth book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Snape turned the pages of the book trembling slightly, the light green paper was printed with square characters he couldn't understand, and then he pulled out the sixth book, which was green and had a Slytherin color scheme.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Snape: ……………

Suddenly, Chiara asked briskly from the kitchen: "How many eggs do you want?"

Now is not the time to answer such questions!

Snape opened the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.He almost didn't even have the courage to turn the pages, but he still opened the thick orange-yellow book whose cover was even a little tattered, and which was patched up with scotch tape by the owner.Huh la la la, he searched for English words he could understand in the square characters, and then found a comment written in pencil in a chapter near the end.

The beginning of this chapter has the illustration that every chapter has, and this illustration gave Snape an uncomfortable feeling.He looked at the illustration of the little black-haired boy and the long-haired girl, and then looked at the cursive English words written with immature strokes below:

Memories of the Prince.

The chapter is almost filled to the brim.There are pencil lines everywhere and dense annotations, but the most common one is an English name.

Snape, Snape, Severus Snape...

The paper was brittle, and when Snape turned the pages, he even found that a few pages had obviously been wet. His intuition told himself that it might be tears, but he refused to think deeply about the possibility.

At the end of this chapter, a word is underlined with a very thick horizontal line.There are not so many annotations at the end, only a pencil-drawn bust of a man Snape is very familiar with, and a huge, carefully drawn word:

Always

"With all sincerest respect and boundless love, to one of Hogwarts' greatest Headmasters, Severus Snape.

If possible, I really hope to let him know that he is loved by us, at least I love him, I really love him, he deserves it.

November 2010, 1"

The pencil handwriting has been blurred due to the passage of time, and Snape's fingertips lightly brushed over the word "love", as if he could still feel the warmth of the writer back then.

Everything was clear, everything was presented so clearly and unmistakably before him.

Love is traceable, but it never fades.Across time, across worlds, across life and death, love pinned Chiara Lowe's life in his eyes in the first look back at the orphanage.

"Sir, shall I fry two eggs?"

Her voice was light and carefree, and Snape realized he had been brought into this world for a wonderful purpose.

He came to receive her love, and he also came to pull back this girl who was staggering on the edge of the cliff before everything was irreversible.

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The author has something to say:

It's a professor crossing the modern IF line. If there is no accident, the follow-up development of the two should be living together and falling in love.

Xiao Qi, who is not sick, is so cute that I cry, my dear!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!