[HP] Guardian

This day and night after Harry fell asleep, he entered a dark passage in a half-dream and half-awake state. He subconsciously wanted to resist, but soon he drifted further away with his sight.

He felt the breath of human beings, and instinctively wanted to attack, but his will controlled him to dodge, but soon there was the sound of someone running quickly, and he was blocked in a corner, surrounded by several wizards shouting with wands, He could only choose to attack, but there were so many people that he couldn't dodge. In the end, his body was cut, and he bit the person in front of him in excruciating pain, and then he was knocked unconscious.

"Potter..." He lowered his head and panted heavily, grabbing the old bat who was standing beside his bed.

"Tell Dumbledore that Nagini was captured at the Ministry of Magic for wounding someone." Snape turned around without talking nonsense and went out to contact Dumbledore. Not long after, he came back with a potion and supported the boy who was lying beside the bed. The little giant fed the medicine.

The smell of blood in his mouth is disgusting. Although he is mentally prepared, it is still uncomfortable to be controlled by the beast/sex.He closed his eyes and felt the scar burn, Occlumency resisting Voldemort's search.

"Thank you" It took him a long time to open his eyes again and thank the old bat.

"Need a dreamless potion?" Snape plucked the sweaty hair that clinged to the little troll's cheeks, and threw a Drying Charm at him.

"I'll have to wait for news from Dumbledore," Harry whispered, eyes downcast.

"I don't think he will be in a hurry to sleep at this moment." Harry looked up at him in astonishment, and finally lost to the old bat with a serious face. He retracted the quilt silently, and was followed by sleep Curse brought to sleep.

Snape hadn't left the room after Harry had gone to bed, and the pain mark on his arm represented the Dark Lord's rage.After a while, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping person, wondering what he was thinking.

The next day, Harry got up from the bed with a sigh of relief. There was a faint conversation outside the door. He took a coat and put it on his body, and knocked on the door in his slippers. The sound stopped for a moment before he walked out.

It was Dumbledore who lit the fireplace, and they said good morning to each other, and Dumbledore ended the conversation by asking him to stop by his place before leaving school.

After washing up, the two in the cellar ate breakfast quietly. No one mentioned what happened last night. After eating, Harry talked to the old bat and went to the principal's office to discuss matters with the white-bearded principal.

There is a huge metal box on Dumbledore's desk, which was made by Nicole Flamel, a sealed box that can isolate all temptations, and it contains the giant snake Nagini.

"Speaking of which, she is also an old acquaintance, and she is also a poor child." Dumbledore stroked the box sadly, Harry blinked and guessed what was going on with Nagini.Although he sympathizes with her fate, it is hard to forgive her for hurting Snape. If he is lucky enough to take out the soul piece, he can spare her life this time and send her far away.

"Let Riddle think she's completely dead after a while, and then leave it to Professor Snape." Dumbledore nodded, Harry has this strength now, they don't need to let Harry take a hit Wada, after all, who knows if the time trajectory will suddenly go crazy and have any accidents.

"Because he is now targeting Azkaban, let's go to the island during the Christmas holiday." Dumbledore was also worried about whether the escape of the Death Eaters was good or bad. It is not a kite line that he can absolutely control.

"The medicine..." Harry said hesitantly.Although everything was as planned by Dumbledore, it was also because of this medicine that he was powerless to resist and passed away in such a decisive way.

"I asked Severus, the potion was not made by him, it is very likely that Riddle made it himself, it is probably a potion that weakens the magic power, life is not a problem." Dumbledore drank it indifferently Drinking tea, his strength has gradually declined over the years. Although he was a little uncomfortable at first, he has figured it out after so long. His heir is more responsible than he imagined, and he has no worries.

"Take Kreacher, just in case." Dumbledore thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

"Severus lost his temper with me this morning because of you, and he's worried about your condition. So...you're not going to tell him yet?"

"I thought it would be better for you to speak up." Harry glared at him, but Dumbledore didn't dare to say it himself, and turned his mind on him.

"Oh! Well, for the sake of my age, do you have the heart to let me suffer this?" Dumbledore adopted the underdog policy and drew a huge blank stare.

"I'm not too young...Either we suffer together, or you always carry it by yourself, after all...he won't think I know about it." Dumbledore twitched his beard, and the trick that had been tried and tested for so many years was solved by one trick. Ugh... getting older.

"Let's wait until he finds a solution." Dumbledore shook his body wanting to cry without tears. Mr. Spy's temper has been bullish recently, which is really terrifying.

"That's okay" When the old bat knows, he will inevitably be scolded, and when the soul piece is taken out of Nagini, maybe it will be better...

After a day's train ride, Harry finally returned to Riverside Gardens at night.

Although Arthur was on duty, he did not participate in the round-up of the Aurors last night. He returned home safely during the Christmas holiday and described the situation to them vividly. He seriously injured one person and slightly injured two people. In the end, he knocked out Nagini And the end.The little animals were very excited, but Molly held her chest in fear, because Arthur was at the scene at the time, and even thinking about it felt terrible.

Lucius has had a hard time since December. The pictures in that report showed all the Death Eaters except him from a tricky angle. Creepy.Until the night before the Dark Lord lost his beloved pet, and the Death Eaters who carried out this mission were executed one after another, only he was able to breathe a sigh of relief, just because the Malfoy family involved too many nobles.

Lying in the magnificent master bedroom of Malfoy Manor, looking at his wife and pale son who was wiping tears, he finally made up his mind.

"Cissy, contact Severus, don't let others know" He was so badly injured that he couldn't move a finger, so he could only tell his wife weakly.

Snape went to Malfoy's house early in the morning when he received the news. Seeing that his only friend was seriously injured, he also felt a little bit sad.

"Severus, I know you have a way, I want to see the savior" This was no longer a temptation, but a straightforward statement, Snape lowered his eyes and looked at him before speaking for a while.

"I thought it was the old madman you were looking for"

"No, even if we want to cooperate, I can't sell Malfoy. The fate of Potter and the Longbottom family is enough for me to be vigilant. Only my brother-in-law is stupid enough to believe him." Lucius's balance has always been tilted The Dark Lord, not only because of the pure-blood theory, but because of Dumbledore's way of doing things that made him unacceptable.This was also the reason why he planned to betray the Dark Lord now. The Dark Lord became more and more worried about anyone and wanted to keep everything in his own hands. Soon after Azkaban and those lunatics were released, he might not be able to keep the manor.

"Ah..." Snape sighed, Lucius underestimated the little troll too much, "The savior is just the most important pawn in the headmaster's hands"

"I understand." Lucius darkened his expression, and then said, "I beg you to take care of Xiaolong for me. I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of him."

"Slytherin students, I will take care of myself"

"Thank you"

After treating Lucius, Snape gave Dumbledore the news, and went to the riverside garden to follow up with Regulus, and went to see the little troll.

Regulus is still in a coma most of the time now, occasionally waking up to speak and falling asleep again soon after.

"I don't have much strength, I can't walk a few steps." Under Harry's persuasion, Sirius accepted Snape's treatment. Although he was still not right, he stopped speaking ill.Looking at the face of the little troll, Snape was a little indifferent, and it wouldn't look ugly if he occasionally taunted him.

"Go mix the potion" and he followed Harry to the potion room.

Regulus didn't hurt his body due to the problem of the time chain. Instead, his soul was extremely weak, like an old man on the verge of death. This kind of problem can only be cured by medicine, and it can't be completely recovered within three to five years.After listening to his explanation, Harry understood the reason, discussed with Snape, adjusted some of the medicinal ingredients that were too aggressive, and replaced them with more peaceful ones.

"Lucius wants to see you." Snape didn't want to tell Harry the news, but he just received a message from the old bee, and he wanted Snape to tell Harry himself.

"It's not yet time, but now there is a way to solve his predicament." Harry replied after a moment of contemplation, then thought of something and asked, "He can entrust you to take care of little Malfoy, you agree?"

"Yes" Harry squinted his eyes and remembered those bad things, and was a little emotionally unstable for a while, but he immediately realized his abnormality, closed his eyes and used Occlumency, and opened them again after a while.

"You really prefer him." Harry pouted jealously, "Is he your godson?"

"Malfoy won't let a half-breed be the godfather of the heir." Because Snape was very kind to the platinum bird, there have been rumors in the school that the leader of the viper is the godfather of the little viper.

Hearing Snape's negative answer, Harry was even more depressed. He thought that the platinum bird was the godson of the old bat, and that's why he was so partial to him.He lay down on the table and stared at the old bat with a mournful face, and Snape frowned.

"Have you fallen asleep again?"

"You treat him so well, I...I'm not happy" Harry wanted to say that he was jealous, but he restrained his words and changed his words, and then he was slapped on the forehead, and he yelled in a pretentious manner "Ouch! You don't let me tell you that you are biased, I'm sad"

Aggrieved, Harry showed two green eyes, and looked at Snape flickeringly. This little expression was exactly the same as that of a little fox.

Snape rolled his eyes unremarkably, he really disliked this stupid troll.

After Snape left, Harry explained some things to Kreacher alone, and Kreacher did not return quietly until the next morning, without disturbing any residents of Riverside Garden.

This day was Christmas Eve, and because it was Christmas, Harry had also rested, and he had already made a decision with Dumbledore, and he was recharging his energy for the next day's actions in the past two days.

He will pack the gift for the old bat. Although he misses the old bat very much, and even wants to pack himself and send it there, he can only regretfully stamp his exclusive paw prints on the gift box, and find Hedwig to let the hardworking messenger Help pass it on.

Snape was still busy until late at night, and came out of the potion room at one o'clock in the morning exhausted.He made a cup of tea tiredly, then went to rummage through the pile of presents, and found a gift box covered with black paw prints, with a rare smile on his face, the little troll was still throwing a tantrum.

Opening the gift box, there was a whole set of crystal vessels inside, with magic circles carved by the little troll himself, and some of the bottles contained materials. Snape checked the labels, and it turned out to be rare uncursed unicorn tears and blood, and the tears of the phoenix and the tusks of the griffin.Each of them is a rare medicinal material, and for potion masters, it is simply a treasure that cannot be put down.

But the tears of the phoenix should belong to the stupid old bee, so where did the unicorn and the griffin come from, so the little troll sneaked into the forbidden forest under his nose again.Sleeping Harry shivered, shrank himself into the quilt, and pressed the corner of the quilt tightly.

When Harry got up early in the morning, he ran to pick up his pile of presents in a daze, unpacked them one by one, and finally found what the old bat gave him. It was a handwritten summary of potions, with familiar handwriting , much more detailed than that potion book, and the intentions of the old bat can be seen, so that he laughed like a fool all day long.

The good mood lasted for a day, and the next day Dumbledore came to pick him up to go to the island. He finally restrained his smirk, and took Kreacher with a serious expression.

To open the stone platform in the center of the island, you must enter from the normal passage, so Dumbledore still sacrificed blood and entered the island by boat.

"You know what to do, Harry." Harry shook his hands, and under Dumbledore's calm gaze, he fed him the poison.

Soon Dumbledore's expression twitched, as if he was having a nightmare, a frightened twist appeared on his face.

"I don't want to...don't make me..." Dumbledore moaned.

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore." Harry continued to pour the medicine into his mouth firmly, mist appeared in his eyes.

Dumbledore screamed, and the shrill voice echoed in the cave across the silent black lake.

"No, no, no...no...I can't...I can't, don't force me, I don't want to..." Kreacher wiped his tears while guarding against the Infernal Corpse in the water, obviously remembering what happened to him.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault" he cries "Please make it stop, I know I'm doing it wrong, oh please make it stop, I'll never, never again..."

Dumbledore curled up in a ball, and it seemed that some invisible people were tormenting him around him.He flicked his hand wildly, nearly knocking over the refilled glass in Harry's trembling hands, moaning "Don't hurt them, don't hurt them, please, please, it's all mine Wrong, come at me..."

That was the last thing Dumbledore could mention about the past, and the memory tormented him bit by bit, until the last spoonful of potion was put into his mouth, and he lay on the ground motionless.

"Earth Recovery" Harry shook his hands and cast an advanced healing spell,

Dumbledore finally regained consciousness.

"Water" Harry fed him the recovery agent and water prepared in advance, turned around and stuffed the pendant in the basin into the airtight box he had prepared earlier, and threw another fake pendant into it. The corpse of the ghost is about to move.

"Kreacher, take us away" Harry yelled loudly, Kreacher took one with each hand, and returned to the garden by the river in an instant.

"Dumbledore! Don't sleep, I'll call Severus" Dumbledore shook his eyelids, said a soft grace, and closed his eyelids again.Harry didn't dare to leave, so he could only release his Patronus and let the stag bring news to Snape.

Harry put Dumbledore to bed, and Kreacher brought in some water, which Harry fed him carefully.

"Kreacher, wait outside, Severus is here, bring him here immediately, don't disturb others"

"Yes"

Harry threw a few checking spells on Dumbledore, his spirit fluctuated greatly, his magic power was lost, and his soul was weak.Before Snape came, he only dared to use healing techniques to maintain the old man's state, and he didn't dare to try potions lightly.

"I'm fine...don't worry," Dumbledore said weakly after recovering a little.

At that moment the door opened and Snape came in without stopping, and Harry backed away from the bed so that he could check on Dumbledore.

Snape examined Dumbledore, the frown deepening between his brows.

"You should be thankful that I prepared the medicine base in advance." When Dumbledore asked him about the potion, he prepared the medicine base according to the description. He only needed to increase the medicine according to the specific situation, which was much faster than re-boiling.

"Trouble you, Severus." Dumbledore smiled miserably. Although he probably knew what the potion was from Harry's description, he never thought that he couldn't bear it either. No wonder he died on it.

"Hmph" Snape gave him a blank look, then glared at the little troll next to him, "Come and help"

"Okay." Harry nodded, and obediently followed behind him, "Kreacher, help me take care of Mr. Dumbledore, thank you."

"Chop up three dozen orchid mosses by the well, one dozen orchids from golden sea sand, three drops of unicorn blood, one golden shield turtle, golden flower beetle, crushed, one standard spoonful of sunfish roe, crushed and filtered," Snape reported Pour the prepared medicine base into the crucible stand and heat it.

The potion was boiled for a day, and in the early hours of the morning, it was finally turned off and left to cool, and poured into a reagent bottle. Harry took it and fed it to Dumbledore himself.Snape stood behind him with his hands clenched tightly. If the little troll was his reason for living, then Dumbledore was his belief.He respected and trusted the old man, and pointed out a path for him when he fell into the abyss. Maybe this path was not easy to walk, but it was also the only salvation.

After feeding the medicine, Harry accidentally touched the old bat's hand when he retreated to the old bat.He froze for a moment, and tentatively grabbed the other's tightly clenched hand. He didn't look back and the other didn't break away. The two were silent and watched the inspection index slowly ease, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going back, come in the morning" Snape let go of his hand and said in a low voice.

"It's so late, it's troublesome to run back and forth. How about the professor just spend the night in the study?" Without waiting for the old bat to refuse, he moved the quilt from the cabinet, then led him to the study, and transformed the sofa into a bed. There is also plenty of room for a big bed.

"Rest, good night professor" He put down the quilt and lit the fireplace, and left the room.

After entering the alchemy room, he took out the closed box from his pocket. When he opened the box, he could feel the faint disturbance of the soul piece, but it was not time to solve it. The more the soul piece was destroyed, the more he and Voldemort would affect each other. bigger.Especially his and Nagini's two living Horcruxes, Voldemort could feel them when they were destroyed.

He didn't dare to dispose of the pendant that had repeatedly gone wrong, so he could only use the secret technique, time and space technique, which is rare among alchemists, to isolate it from the influence of foreign objects.This secret technique was invented by a top alchemist in order to quickly melt alchemical materials. In the space under this secret technique, all the passage of time is controlled by the caster.

Harry used a carving knife to draw a small magic circle on the table, to assist himself who had not fully recovered, he placed the pendant in the center of the circle, and waved his wand to build a small translucent cube.Harry let out a breath, he could clearly feel the sense of stagnation in space, because he changed the trajectory of time again, but luckily it was successful.

He wiped the sweat from his brow wearily, and returned to the study with light steps. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a pair of black eyes looking at him under the firelight.

"Did I disturb you?" Harry hesitated for a moment, then stopped at the door.

"No" Snape's voice was not sleepy at all, and Harry didn't ask him why he couldn't fall asleep. He knew in his heart that Dumbledore was like this, and no one could feel at ease.

"I'm with you." Harry closed the door and turned into a fox, jumped briskly onto the bed, got into the quilt and nestled around his neck.In an instant, Snape suddenly felt relaxed. He stroked the hairball in his arms, with a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, and fell asleep after an unknown amount of time.

The little fox waited for a long time, and after seeing that he was breathing steadily, he poked his head out of his arms. The little fox stared at the face that had softened a lot in the deep sleep, then quietly lowered his head and licked the other's lips, and then seemed to have stolen a He licked his canines like a chicken.

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I just found out that JJ actually swallowed symbols, where did my question marks go?