[HP] Guardian

Life is still going on, except for that cherished hug that night, Harry seems to have returned to the past, but he knows in his heart that he began to deliberately avoid contact with the old bat, and he immersed himself in being busy, only in this way he In order not to focus on the old bat.

The atmosphere is a kind of magical phenomenon, the harmonious environment in the cellar seems to be broken, Snape can't tell what it feels like, the little troll still sleeps in the room next to him, they still greet each other, but everything seems to return to him alone when people.So much so that he was thinking about whether his indifferent attitude had hurt the sensitive heart of the little troll during the rebellious period.

Regulus' potion was successfully brewed this Thursday. The original soul-stabilizing potion changed from silver to silver-blue due to the change in formula, and the color is very beautiful.

Sirius held the potion with excitement on his face, and gave it to Regulus himself. Harry cast a checking spell again, and returned to school after confirming the reaction of the drug.

He returned to his secret room exhausted, fell back on the sofa, closed his eyes and fell asleep.September is coming to an end, Pink Toad/Toad attended two classes in the whole school, and basically spent the rest of the time in the medical wing. Madam Pomfrey has a lot of opinions on this professor who has exhausted her reserve and does not teach. In order not to let the Queen of the Medical Wing Continue to bear it, and can't let Fudge be replaced. In a few days, Harry will have to stop the castle.After the ring was retrieved, Fudge was let loose for such a period of time, and before he recovered, their backhands were going to come in handy.Seeing that Regulus was about to wake up, his safety and Horcrux had to be prepared.

Harry organized his thoughts, the quiet environment made him think of the black clothes again, he shook his head and curled himself into the crack of the sofa, as if he didn't have to think about that man.

The door of the secret room opened from the outside at seven o'clock on time. Snape frowned and looked at the little troll who was about to smother him to death. He paused and sat on the sofa next to him.

"So you took an afternoon off to study self-destruction." He had just talked to Dumbledore in the afternoon. Because of the abnormality of the little troll in recent days, Dumbledore didn't know what Harry saw that day, but secretly told him He pointed out that the little troll was very afraid of the people around him leaving.Snape's spying for more than ten years was not for nothing, he immediately understood the meaning, and probably guessed that the little troll encountered something that confused his mind.Dumbledore wanted his Mr. Spy to enlighten Harry, because Harry also had a ticking bomb on his forehead, and he didn't want his boys to have any mistakes, and he didn't want his children to have a rift over it.

Harry sat up from the sofa and wiped his face nonchalantly, making himself look like he had just woken up.

"I'm going to deliver medicine to Regulus in the afternoon, I'm a little tired and lie down for a while." Harry lowered his eyes, his tired face seemed to be still awake.

As a Slytherin, he should know how to give the other party a step when the other party deliberately conceals it, but Snape pursed his mouth, opened it and closed it again, staring at the little troll who bowed his head silently, thinking about his own wording.

"Whether it's a childish behavior during the rebellious period, or a sudden sorrow. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, I don't think anyone will need you. You have already gone to destruction."

Harry blinked, so the old bat listened to Dumbledore's order to persuade himself. He looked up at the old bat seriously, until the other party squinted his eyes and was about to speak, he smiled feebly.

"I just understand something." Harry lowered his head again, the corners of his mouth raised but concealed sadness, "If...you will leave me?"

The air seemed to be quiet, and Harry actually wanted to ask, would Snape sacrifice him if he could be exchanged for his mother?But he held back after all, because he knew the answer.

It really made Dumbledore right, Snape sighed secretly, with mixed feelings in his heart, he felt sad for the little troll's worry, he felt that the other party was very much like himself in the past, and he had also treated the little troll with care of people fear being abandoned.Of course, there is also a tinge of joy, because someone values ​​him and cares about him.

"If you're worried about not being able to bear the burden... I think there are many people who would like to help you" Snape paused for a moment, then continued "What I'm doing is also for this purpose"

You did it for Lily...even with your life.Harry spoke calmly in his heart.

"No matter what...you must live on, okay?" In the end, what Harry cared most about was Snape's safety. Even though he had unspeakable feelings, he still hoped that Snape could live on, even if... even if everything was over. Finally, it would be good for him to have a quiet conversation with Snape, and even glance at his back from afar.

So the little troll saw himself dead, maybe because of the little troll, so Snape couldn't laugh or cry. Although this kind of thing is likely to happen, he will try his best to live for the little troll. down.Well... just in case some troll was snotting and crying in front of his grave, he thought that would be a very uncomfortable thing.

"I don't think I've lived enough. After all, there are still so many potions waiting to be brewed, so can the emotional troll not waste my time?" Snape looked at the black and blue eyes of the little troll, and added "If you're tired, go back and rest"

Snape expertly hugged the little troll who had turned into a fox in his arms, rubbed the hairball's head, and reluctantly carried the little fox back to the cellar.

I don't know what Snape's words touched Harry's nerves. He began to invade Snape's life, strictly control the potions master's work and rest, eat on time and don't stay up late, pay attention to personal hygiene, and take care of his greasy hair. hair, taking care of those hands that were damaged by the potion... Snape looked at the extra vegetables and fruits on his plate, and almost threw his fork on the head of the little troll next to him.

"It's for the professor's health…" Harry said, blinking casually, as if unaware of his meddling.

"I don't think I'm so short-lived." Snape squinted and snorted coldly, deeply regretting what he said that day.

No matter what, the old bat couldn't hold back the little troll after all. He was changed a little bit by the frog boiled in warm water. Of course, Gryffindor's hourglass was about to bottom out.Harry licked his lips and shrugged helplessly. Anyway, he could earn it back, completely ignoring the miserable life of the little animals.

Regulus woke up once on the fifth day of the medication. Although it was only for a short time, it was enough to make the big dog excited. The Lanterin powder drug was stopped, and Snape adjusted the formula again, gradually relieving the drug.

Harry was relieved by Regulus' good transfer, and he began to focus on dealing with the pink toad/toad. Harry, the murderer, had to kindly send her to die.In the first defense class of Pink Toad/Toad, Harry was sentenced to confinement for repeatedly contradicting the professor. Pink Toad/Toad thought that she had shocked these students, but she didn't find that anyone had already regarded her as a dead thing.

That night, Harry reported to Toad's office on time. This defense office, which had experienced ups and downs, was full of disgusting atmosphere at this time.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." Harry glanced at the unappetizing toad, and closed the office door silently, and the silent and wandless spell instantly covered the entire room.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge"

"Okay, sit down," she said, pointing to a small lace-draped table.She had placed a straight chair beside her, and on the desk was a blank piece of parchment, apparently intended for him.

"No need, I don't want to stay in this unappetizing place any longer." Harry's eyes became colder, and Umbridge was obviously frightened. She swallowed, regained her momentum, and stared said Harry.

"Obviously, Mr. Potter didn't reflect on his mistakes. It's okay, you will soon know where you are wrong... Sit down"

"No, no, because you have to understand where you are wrong...for example..." Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the pink decorations all over the wall collapsed, and the pink toad/toad screamed like a slaughtered pig "You Understand that Hogwarts doesn't welcome guests who have ill will towards her"

"You...you...what do you want!" Umbridge realized that she couldn't move at all. She looked at the smiling boy in front of her in horror, and she fell into a cold sweat.

"I just want you to remember your mistakes." Harry blinked innocently, and Umbridge seemed to be under the control of the Imperius Curse. to start writing.

"Hiss! You actually used the Unforgivable Curse, I want to report you, you wait to enter Azkaban." The shocking scarlet letter appeared on the back of Umbridge's hand, I can't lie!He returned all the scars that had fallen on his hands.

"Do you have evidence? I didn't even bring a wand." Harry raised his hand and lifted the fiery red tablecloth off the desk, leaning on the table and staring coldly at the miserable state of the toad, "And I didn't use the Imperius Curse , look, don't you still have the consciousness to talk to me well?"

"You... what monster are you!" Umbridge screamed in pain, and she also realized that something was wrong, Harry didn't have a wand in his hand, and it was unheard of to cast such a powerful spell without a spell.

Harry smiled gently, took the wand she had dropped on the ground, and played with it carelessly.

"It's still useful for me to keep you, otherwise you are already dead"

"You dare...I...I am a special senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic...I am the deputy minister" Ha/Toad trembled, she knew that the boy in front of her could do what she said, so she could only threaten him, hoping that the boy would save her life.

"Deputy Minister..." Harry grinned, as if listening to a joke, "Fudge is hard to protect himself, you are just an ant"

"Dumbledore...Dumbledore won't let you do this, you were sent by him...I'm not good for him if I die"

"Oh, I'm really not his. If I want to kill you, he won't be able to keep you, but... I really have to give him face, and I can't let you die at Hogwarts." Umbridge breathed a sigh of relief. Harry looked at her and smiled sarcastically, "If you behave honestly and keep a low profile from now on, I won't embarrass you, after all... Do you think that Fudge sent you here because he valued you? The curse in the defense class was cast by Voldemort, The teacher who taught this subject did not end well, and you are just a sad outcast"

Hearing Voldemort's name, Toad habitually shook her body, but now she felt that the one in front of her was more terrifying than the Dark Lord.

"Are you sure to let me go, you... are not afraid that I will speak out"

"As long as you can" Harry shrugged indifferently "then goodbye professor"

Harry threw the wand in his hand, and the wand spun and hit Toad on the head, knocking her unconscious.Harry opened the door and walked out of the Defense Office.

Consciously getting into trouble, Harry turned into a fox and slipped back to the cellar, but the owner obviously wouldn't compromise on being cute again, Snape grabbed the furball's neck hair that was rushing towards him, and threw the little fox on the ground in disgust .

"I don't expect you to be brainy anymore." Snape pursed his lips, completely ignoring the miserable howling fox, got up and went into the potion room.

The little fox changed back to its original form miserably, he was abandoned by his owner...

In the middle of October, Harry's communicator rang, and Sirius' excited voice sounded after it was connected, and Regulus was able to talk soberly.

Harry hurried back to the garden by the river, and Sirius was lying on the door, like a big abandoned dog. Harry recalled himself who was abandoned, and a feeling of sympathy welled up in his heart.

"Harry" Sirius' eyes lit up, he hesitated to speak and bowed his head in silence.

"I'll talk to him." Harry reassured Sirius and walked into the annex.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter, you can call me Harry, can I call you Regulus?" When Harry entered, Regulus was leaning on the back of the bed, drowsy, Harry's sudden noise startled him, and he blinked hard to wake himself up.

"Hello...Harry, I'm sorry that I'm in such a state, I can't greet you." Regulus lowered his eyes regretfully, and it was difficult for him to get up now that his limbs were weak.

"It's okay, I'm Sirius' godson, so I'm a family, so there's no need to talk about these formalities." Harry nodded and sat down on the stool beside the bed. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay" Regulus was a gentle person, he listened quietly to Harry's narration.From the prophecy to Voldemort's accidental loss, from his experiences over the years to how he saved Regulus, Harry explained everything clearly.

"The pendant I replaced is gone." Regulus darkened his eyes. "I remember that time... I... didn't have time, and then I didn't know anything."

Harry blinked, there was a problem with the time trajectory, Regulus' memory was different from Kreacher's, maybe time had already recognized Regulus as a mortal person, so this small error didn't matter.

"It's okay, I'll go to the island to check when the time is right, but... I'm afraid you won't be able to appear in this capacity again in the future." The wizard's name has a magical effect. The sudden resurrection of those who deserved to die must have alarmed Voldemort.

"I understand." Regulus nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Take care, you and Sirius now..." Regulus nodded. He and Sirius quarreled not only because Sirius used sacrifices to resurrect him, but also because of the counterclockwise magic circle on his chest, Sirius He doesn't like black magic, so he didn't see the clue, but he knew what kind of magic circle it was.

"You rest, I'll go first." Seeing his serious expression, Harry left first.

After leaving the room, Harry talked to Sirius again, and then returned to Hogwarts.

Harry first brought news to Dumbledore that the principal with the white beard needed to arrange the next matters, and he returned to the cellar after he was done.It was dark in the cellar, and the old bat was still busy in the potion room. The little fox stepped on his own wool blanket recently. The old bat didn't hold him anymore, although the old bat was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he made it specially. A blanket that can automatically light the fireplace, but the little fox is getting more and more depressed, and his hair has lost its luster.

The aggrieved little fox lay on the blanket, staring at the door of the potion room in a daze, looking like a pitiful little one who was abandoned.

It was already late at night when Snape came out of the potion room. He pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and looked at the only firelight in the room. Fuzzy was sleeping soundly on the blanket, and his tail wagging inadvertently almost fell into it. in fire.Although he would like to see the little fox make a fool of himself, a bald-tailed fox is really ugly. The hem of his black clothes rolls over to the fireplace, and he picks up the tip of the furball's tail, which frightens the fox and struggles to get up.

The green fox eyes reflected the flames, looking straight at the owner who harassed the fox, but the man in black suddenly froze in place, the fox tilted his head strangely and looked at the owner, whining softly, the owner returned Overwhelmed, he held the fox and rubbed it for a while, then sat on the chair with the fox in his arms.

The fox, who dared not speak out, licked its fur in embarrassment, combed its damaged appearance, and spit out lumps of fur balls on the owner's lap, as if accusing him of unfriendly treatment.

"Stupid thing" Snape patted the fox on the head, sweeping the furball off his body, "Go to rest"