[HP] Guardian

Since that conversation, Harry vaguely felt that the attitude of the old bat towards him seemed to have changed, but of course he was still the same bad-tempered old bat.It's just... how to describe it?They got along more naturally and peacefully, and it was strange that the old bat would still mock him, but Harry just felt that the old bat was different.

The change Harry noticed in Snape can be said to have been caused by Dumbledore. After Dumbledore's proposal, although Snape did not intend to do what the old bee wanted, he accepted the role of mentor.Without the little troll knowing, guide him to protect him, because the little troll is not bad at talent, because the little troll is Lily's child, and because the little troll is kind to him.

Maybe the old bee was right, the little troll cared about him, which made him damn ironic that after he destroyed the little troll's family, the boy would actually reach out to him and let another wizard invade his own The magic core, even for inspection and treatment, complete non-resistance represents trust, which made Snape realize for the first time that maybe the boy really trusted him.

After he went back, he thought about it for a long time. The time the little monster spent with him invaded his life again and again, and he couldn’t be driven away by any means. Maybe this boy lacked the care of his family. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but turn black. A stupid dog, an irresponsible godfather, although he doesn't think that stupid dog can teach any outstanding children, but it will not cause the little troll to have such a weird personality, of course he is to blame... He has heard that the little troll is His aunt's family was not doing well, of course he could guess, just based on the Muggle's attitude towards Lily, it must not be very good towards the little troll.

As the little troll said in the third grade, they are all left behind. Although he has never felt that the stupid lion's mind is normal, this is probably the reason why the little troll approached him. For this reason, he sighed deeply. He breathed a sigh of relief, but had to admit, this damn thing is his debt.If this is the reason, if the little troll wants to find a dependence on him, then he will try to take care of her little troll for Lily, because he doesn't want to see disappointment in those green eyes again, it will remind him The look in Lily's eyes when she cut off contact with him, he couldn't stand another silent accusation.

However, Snape has no children himself, and the only friend who can be regarded as Lucius, he doesn't think it is a good reference. In Lucius' eyes, the family is the first, his wife Narcissa is the second, and Draco Although he received a good family education, but as an heir, he was spoiled by Lucius, too dependent on his parents and immature.Of course, when he was young, he also fantasized about his future family. It has always been his dream to marry Lily. Although the dream is far away, he hopes that his child will be like Lily. If it is a girl, he will spoil her. Become a princess, if it is a boy, train him to be a prince, and protect Lily with me.A dream that will never come true... But he hopes that Lily's little troll can be as good as Lily, have a different bright life, and live on.

When Snape was still studying how to be an invisible mentor, Harry began to refine the container for storing memory. This is no different from the storage objects that only need to engrave the magic circle. He needs not to destroy the memory, but also has to prevent others from getting it. It, this other person includes the out-of-control self.The time rule is more important than anything else. At this time, the quality of Slytherin in him is well displayed. He will make all plans. If one day he is unfortunately influenced by Voldemort and has an accident, he must ensure the absolute safety of others. After all, he had too many relevant secrets in his memory, so he used half of the Sorcerer's Stone and called Dumbledore to cooperate with him in completing this important task.

"If anything happens to me, only you can open it." Dumbledore would not falsely comfort him, with the secrets they have now, they will definitely win without bloodshed.On the contrary, Dumbledore is not a fool. Even if Harry didn't mention the time trajectory to him, he is always vigilant for any changes.There are laws of time, and if the present changes, the future will also change. Otherwise, Harry's return would not cause a person who should have died to stay here alive or dead, and one of the Horcruxes disappeared.

So Dumbledore just glanced at him calmly, then cut his palm with a knife and let the blood drip on the box in the magic circle. As Harry and Dumbledore recited the spell, the box glowed a faint orange Light, some complicated patterns appeared on the box, but they disappeared quickly. When the magic circle stopped completely, Harry took out the black box.

"It worked." Harry played with the box, and poured the silver liquid that stored memory into the box. The seemingly small box was filled with the liquid of six standard beakers.

"There's Riddle's eyeliner near the village of Little Hunton, I'm afraid we have to wait." Harry didn't rush to retrieve the memory, because his memory was huge and complicated and he needed to organize it slowly before storing it, so it was rare to have the opportunity to meet alone, The two sat down to arrange the next itinerary.

"What won't he find out?" Harry thought of the tiara he destroyed in advance. Although Voldemort didn't feel anything about the eradication of the soul piece, he was afraid that the time trajectory would play tricks again.

"No, Riddle is very confident about Horcruxes. I don't think he is because of that. Maybe it's because Fudge sent Aurors to scout around there after the incident. Well...he thought I set him a trap." Dumbledore With a sigh, it was obvious that what Fudge had done made him extremely disgusted.

"I can't help the Ministry of Magic now, but should we give his competitor a gift?" Harry asked pointedly.

"Others may not be better than him. It's a pity that Barty Crouch, although he is a little confused, is absolutely unambiguous about Voldemort. As for the others, either they lack qualifications or are incompetent, and the only one in the neutral faction is slightly stronger. The candidate may not necessarily cooperate with us." He has to worry about Hogwarts, he has to worry about the Ministry of Magic, and the hard work of the capable has affected him a lot of time to taste desserts. Dumbledore angrily inserted a piece of milk sweetheart into it. In his mouth, his mood instantly healed, "The elves of the Black family are really good at craftsmanship, what is it called?"

"Milk sweetheart, but... Pfft... Don't mind if you say it, I once made this specially for my little daughter. She likes sweets so much that I am particularly worried about her teeth. After all, she is not as lucky as you. A master of potions will help you make dental potions," Harry joked with a smile.

"Oh! I think I will definitely like her, the little girl who likes sweets must have a beautiful heart." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively, and blinked like a child.

"Yes, she is like my mother, she is a kind and good girl." Harry showed a longing expression. What he worried about most when he came here was his children and children. He wondered if Al would be secretly sad after he disappeared. That child is a complete Slytherin, with a restrained personality and a very affectionate child, and whether his grandson Lyle will cry to find him, Lyle is not as naughty as his father James, he is just a crying bag , loves to act like a spoiled soft little cutie.

"You'll see her again." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, as if sweets could bring the old man everything.Harry smiled gently, even if he managed to save everyone, he thought he would never mess with Ginny again.I don't know why, but once again, he understands that his feelings for Ginny are family affection. Maybe he has lost the ability to love. The love you are looking for is not your own after all.

Dumbledore didn't know his distress, and of course he knew that there was nothing to persuade him, because his own feelings were also handled in a mess, so after emptying the plate and teacup, he happily chose to leave, and of course he took a bag with him. A lovely cake.

In the evening, Harry began to sort out his memories alone, because the materials for making the Pensieve were too difficult to find, so he made a vessel similar to the Pensieve, and used a whole piece of high-quality white jade to goug out a pot the size of a standard crucible. A stable material comparable to blue porphyrite rock, and of course the price is also comparable...

In addition to exporting the memory, Harry also had to edit the current memory to make everything unobtrusive. This was a huge amount of work, and at least the rest of his vacation would be wasted on it.

After the production of the potion entered the final stage, Harry ruined a pot of potion because of his exhausted operation and unstable output of magic power, which caused the pot to blow up. The old bat Hanguang was not stingy about this.

Finally, under his careful operation, the old bat nodded to the barely qualified soul-weakening potion. From the next day, Kreacher had to feed Regulus the potion, which would take three consecutive days, and Harry had to pay for it. The magic circle was engraved in the contract ceremony, thinking about it, Harry fell asleep on the table. Snape saw the person on the other side who was suddenly silent, frowned and cast a sleep spell on the little troll. The person was suspended and thrown into the bedroom.

At the Phoenix Society meeting in the afternoon, Snape didn't wake Harry up. Although everyone was curious about not seeing the red fur balls, no one dared to ask. After the meeting, Dumbledore asked, and Snape answered truthfully. The bearded headmaster smiled with interest, and he restrained himself a little under the threat of the potion master's gaze.

"Go and wake him up, the child is still growing and can't miss dinner." Snape gave him a blank look, and went upstairs to call the little troll in silence.

Snape opened the door of the living room, and unexpectedly felt a slight abnormality on his arm. It was not the call of the Dark Lord. Sometimes when the Dark Lord was angry, the Death Eaters would also feel the heat of the Dark Mark. The magic mark punished or warned the Death Eater, and he frowned and ignored it.Hearing the movement from the bedroom, I thought the little monster had woken up, and wanted to leave the room, but suddenly realized that the sound was wrong, so I hurried into the bedroom to see that the little monster was lying on his back, sweating profusely, panting and struggling violently in nightmare.

"Potter, Potter!" Snape was thankful that the little troll didn't have any magic power. He called the little troll a few times but didn't show signs of waking up, so he reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but the little troll suddenly bumped into him onto him, then fell back, and sat up panting heavily.

"Professor..." Harry wiped the sweat off his face, and looked at the person standing in front of the bed blankly. It was getting dark, but the lights by the river could still be seen clearly.

"That's why you're so exhausted? I thought you'd be able to make a dreamless potion." Little trolls usually turn into foxes and sleep on their laps. Turning into animals makes thinking much easier, and relatively dull dreams Many, the nightmare after he saw the human figure sleeping soundly twice, he thought that the nightmare of the little troll was not a low-probability event.

"You can't rely on the dreamless potion. I'm afraid I'll become addicted. I'll empty my mind and fall asleep at night...so...did I accidentally fall asleep?" Harry rubbed his face and pulled his wet messy hair back.He was addicted to medicine for a period of time after the war, and it was very painful to quit the medicine. It took three years to stop the addiction completely.

"They're waiting for you to eat, come down quickly." Snape didn't answer his question, just said something coldly and turned to leave.

"Are you leaving?" Harry quickly realized, sat up straight and hurriedly asked the leaving figure.

"Yes" sounded together with the sound of closing the door, and Harry leaned back on the bed in a daze. Was he angry? Why?

"Dreamless Potion...Dreamless...Dreamless..." Harry repeated the word over and over again, and suddenly felt a jolt, because most of the buttons of his shirt were ripped open, and his sweat was blown cold by the wind, he hurried I went to the cabinet to find new clothes, went into the bathroom and took a shower.

"Hiss... Damn it... The Dreamless Potion is the famous work of the old bat." Suddenly, a roar broke out in the bathroom.

Snape wasn't the one who got angry because of Harry saying that the Dreamless Potion was addictive. He actually knew the effects and side effects of the Dreamless Potion very well. After all, he was the inventor of the potion and he was addicted to it.The only reason he left in such a hurry was because someone entered his house through the fireplace, and there were only a few places that connected to his fireplace, he guessed it was Lucius.

When he apparated to Spider's End Alley, as soon as he entered the door, he saw an uninvited person drinking tea leisurely under the care of the elf.

These days are not easy for Lucius. As the person in charge of the mission of the prophecy ball, the mission has not progressed, and the Dark Lord naturally does not make it easy for him.Because of that newspaper, Fudge’s votes and reputation in the Ministry of Magic have plummeted, Aurors have been vaguely out of control, the director of the Department of Law Enforcement has always been neutral and strong, the two most important departments are out of control, and the minister is almost abolished. Therefore, all the people he placed chose to keep a low profile, and some matters had to be resolved by him personally.This has led to his recent "festive and debauchery" socializing. If it weren't for the understanding of his good wife and loving mother, Sissy, he would have wanted to kneel at the door.

So this time he came here to exchange some information with his old friend. After all, since the last conversation, the two of them have not communicated with each other except for the mission arrangement.

"This is not the courtesy that a nobleman should have, Lucius." Snape sat down opposite him expressionlessly, and he was very dissatisfied with his old friend's behavior.

"I flew you three times, and the owl couldn't find your place, so I had to come here by myself." Lucius looked at him inquiringly, his gray eyes looking for the value he needed.

"There are some things you don't need to know." Snape drank the tea brought by the elf, took a sip and then put it down.

"You can't say what I asked last time?" Snape looked at him calmly and lowered his eyes.Dumbledore had asked him to reveal some information about the little troll to Lucius if necessary, and he was somewhat resistant to this. He didn't think Lucius was easy to win over, and he didn't think the little troll had enough information. Interest attracts Lucius.

"I think Malfoy has always had a good eye, but I don't know what attracted you this time." Snape kicked the question back.

"That's what I asked you." Lucius stroked the delicate rim of the cup, waiting for Snape's answer.

"I don't know, maybe... what you're doing now can give you the answer," replied ambiguously, Snape also wanted to know the answer from Lucius.

"Really?" Lucius' cold eyes were flickering, 13 years ago, the Dark Lord was destroyed by this prophecy, and what would happen again? "What about you? Are you also waiting for an answer?"

The two of them have known each other for so many years, and they still understand each other somewhat. Malfoy pursues interests, and Snape pursues power.

"The strong in Slytherin are respected, right?" Lucius smiled with satisfaction when he heard his answer. It was Snape's answer. Slytherin was for sale, and caution was their rule.

"Okay, I understand. Let's go first, oops... Do you think I should give Cissy a gift? I go out early and return late every day. I really miss letting their mother and son stay at home. I said when will you consider starting a family?" Huh? Or are you still unable to let go?" Lucius chatted about homework before getting up to leave.

"I thought you knew..." Snape sat on the chair and glanced at him indifferently, the person who was always tempting... no, it was the peacock.

"Oh! Of course! I know you think children are monsters." Peacock raised his head gracefully, "but...my own is still fun, our little dragon has been cute since he was a child..."

"Yeah! Yeah! I need to talk to Draco, his father once watched him dress up as a girl for fun, just because his mother liked girls, I heard that photo is still in the collection..." Snape mocked curled up his lips.

"Ah... gone, gone" Lucius walked into the fireplace deflated and disappeared.

Snape looked at the extinguished flames in the fireplace, and snorted coldly, children are trolls!So is my own!Snape thought of the little troll with green eyes, and licked it, the one with green eyes was the troll among trolls!

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