present to the lord

Chapter 11 "Harry Potter" [3]

Confinement is quite easy for him. I have to say that Snape is a man with naivety and bad taste in a certain aspect. When dealing with potion materials, he will deliberately find some things that look and feel very disgusting to 'punish', even if he knows The kid in front of him is not afraid of his venom at all, he can still use a vicious vocabulary to carry out large-scale and powerful attacks.

In Fan Haoran's opinion, this week's confinement was a pretty good experience, even a pleasant experience, and during the period, he often met the little golden retriever of Malfoy's family.The arrogant little golden retriever couldn't help exuding admiration immediately after seeing the savior's powerful fighting power against his godfather, and began to move closer to the savior.

Fan Haoran looked at the little golden retriever like a little peacock in front of him, narrowed his blue eyes, and said with a friendly smile: "It's really pretty. I think you can call me Harry." His tone was very Gently, admiring the delicate appearance of the little peacock.

"Oh, you, you can also call me Draco, Malfoy is willing to be friends with you." The little peacock immediately calmed down and raised his chin, but his face was a little red.

While Fan Haoran was thinking darkly, one day, the red-haired Ron brought a girl with fluffy hair like a lion to find him in the library.

Looking at the white light slanting from the glass on the blue-eyed boy's head leaning against the window, the two ran over excitedly.

"Hey, Harry." Ron seemed to have been comforted by someone. He didn't feel any excitement when he saw the savior of Slytherin. He was just a little nervous. I lived in a carriage by myself.

"Hello, Ron Weasley." Fan Haoran raised his thin, petal-like eyelids.

"If I were you, I would definitely buy and read all the books I wrote about myself." The girl said quickly, "Hello, you can call me Hermione."

"Harry, we found the third floor of the school. You know, the third floor where Principal Dumbledore forbids students to explore. There is a three-headed dog there!" Ron did not hear Fan Haoran's alienated tone at all. Sitting next to him, she leaned over and said mysteriously.

"There is the Everlasting Stone over there, and Principal Dumbledore guarded the trapdoor with a three-headed dog for its safety." Hermione said immediately, and there was a huge tome in her arms.

Fan Haoran hummed softly, leaning his head on the glass window while flipping through the book in his hand, this time he did not raise his eyes: "This is indeed a very important and urgent and dangerous matter, in this case, why don't you tell me Principal, you must know that if the Longevity Stone is obtained by 'bad guys' with malicious intentions, it will be a disaster."

"So, Harry, we're coming for you!" Ron looked at him with bright eyes.

"I'm just a first-year little wizard, and I'm not even proficient in using the cleaning spell. What's the use of you looking for me." Fan Haoran looked at the clever little witch, "You should know the seriousness of the matter, or do you think you are Already have the powerful force to conquer those dark wizards?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and immediately woke up. She heard Fan Haoran say again: "Go, Mr. Principal will be proud of you after learning about your worries." The rhythm of people is soothing.

After being summoned by the principal Dumbledore again to come to a language teaching class, Fan Haoran stretched his waist hard when he came out. His bones made a crisp sound. He hadn't exercised for a long time, and he felt his whole body He was about to die, and he desperately hoped for a fierce physical collision.

However, this fierce collision happened in the Forbidden Forest that day, and Fan Haoran purposely found a man in black robe who was kneeling on the ground to draw the blood of a unicorn.

In the night of the Forbidden Forest, this cold and heavy wind flows, and the branches are thick and tall, forming ghostly and terrifying shadows under the night sky.

"Are you sure you want to endure the curse and drink this stuff?" Fan Haoran was also covered with a pitch-black cloak, his snow-white chin moved slightly under the hood as he opened his mouth, "Volrdmort, the second-generation Dark Lord. "

"Who is it?" He suddenly turned around and fired a spell but was dodged. Seeing that the person who came was not attacking, he said in a hoarse and distorted voice.

Fan Haoran has been wearing all kinds of protective equipment since he entered Hogwarts. He has high mental strength and does not need to worry about being taken into mind, but there is no harm in being cautious. There is still magic without a stick in this world.

"If I say that I am the savior, would you believe it?" The red lips under his cloak curled up, and the young man's voice had a teasing chuckle, like a silent temptation under the night sky.

As if his dignity had been violated, Volrdmort immediately shouted furiously: "Destroy my heart!"

This is a wandless magic, but when the magic power hit Fan Haoran's body, it was distorted invisibly, and finally nothing happened.

"So irritable? I wonder if the person who was followed by all the nobles is still rational now." He chuckled indifferently, not at all immature as a teenager, but so relaxed that people dare not jump to conclusions, "Are you sure? Are you going to give up a chance of resurrection that you have come so hard to get?" He leaned leisurely under the tree.

"Resurrection?" Volrdmort caught the point, he was so powerful that he puffed out his robes, "You're going to sacrifice your body for the Lord Dark Lord?" he hissed, "You're not Harry Potter." That The pair of blood-red eyes still retain a trace of sanity, but more of it is madness.

"What's the use of arguing about who I am? The important thing is the resurrection, isn't it." Although he said so, he brushed off the hood and brushed the hair on his forehead, revealing the lightning scar, "enough ? Then do you want to come with me, or if you don’t want to, I can find your other Horcruxes.”

When he said the word Horcrux, the damaged and inhuman thing immediately looked over with a ferocious expression, and fired dozens of spells in succession, many of them Avada Kedavra.

Fan Haoran felt that this irrational lunatic would not be easy to suppress even if he was taken away, so he simply avoided the spell thrown at him, and sneered disdainfully: "Do you think I can only choose you, since you want to If you give up, I will post it to beg you? I will ask you again, do you want to be resurrected."

He lowered his face, showing a look of impatience on his whole face. His white and soft skin was very charming and beautiful under the moonlight, and even an impatient look would make people feel cute.

Although Volrdmort is a lunatic, he is not stupid. This boy has never made a move. Even if it is just a few words of dialogue, the former Dark Lord can spy out that he is not an ordinary child.But I am at the end of my way, so what if I keep up?He didn't believe that he would really be grasped by the young man on his face.

"it is good."

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"Wow, Harry, where did you get this snake? I've never seen such red eyes." Draco's eyes showed envy, and he couldn't pull out his eyes looking at the snake.

Fan Haoran glanced at Volrdmort who was eating steak with a special sauce, and smiled innocently and briskly: "I picked it up from the Forbidden Forest last night. I picked it up in the Forbidden Forest."

"Did you go to the Forbidden Forest at night?" Draco jumped up, "Didn't you say that a unicorn disappeared a few days ago, and a third-year student almost died in it after entering!"

Seeing the nervous look of the little peacock, Fan Haoran felt better, the temperature in the fireplace was not as good as it is now.What a good boy.He closed the book in his hand, pulled the little peacock who was glaring at him angrily, and stroked his platinum-blond smooth hair.

"Draco is such a good boy." Feeling the little peacock's stiff body, he couldn't help laughing, the eyelashes on the green cat's eyes curled up, "Then I will definitely call you when I go on a night tour next time."

The fire in the fireplace made Draco's face turn red. Being the noblest man, he seldom made such intimate gestures with others. He pushed the person away awkwardly, and turned his face: "I'm afraid you will be in danger."

"Ah... so cute." He put his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, propped his chin and looked dreamily at the little peacock, and sighed again, "Draco is so cute."

"Harry Potter!" Draco's ears turned red this time, he glared at the person who was molesting him, turned around and walked away quickly.

"It's cute to be angry." Smacking his lips, he looked regretfully at the little peacock going away, and then prepared to continue watching the part he didn't finish.

"Potter, come with me." A gloomy but deep and beautiful voice sounded, this voice was so silky, just listening to it would make Fan Haoran's ears fly over.

"Ah, even if I don't look back, I can tell who this charming voice is. Professor Snape, I can hear your voice at this moment. There is nothing more fascinating than this." He uttered a series of words of praise with such enthusiasm that even a character like Snape couldn't stand it.

But Snape immediately remembered the way this damned kid was molesting his godson just now. This stupid savior was nothing like his damned father, but he was just as disgusting, slick, like a man running between men and women. Playboy!Damn it!

Fan Haoran followed behind this gloomy man with a smile, saying from time to time: "Did the professor look for me because he missed me? Why don't you speak? You know, your voice is so charming, just like this in the dark It really breaks my heart to throw everything away in silence. Are you really going to keep breaking my heart like this?" He finally said mournfully, as if he wasn't threatening.

"Shut up! You little troll who didn't come here with reason!" Snape said softly, the cellar was very damp and cold, and all kinds of strange potion ingredients made it even more weird.

Fan Haoran stood obediently in front of Snape with his hands behind his back. The dark light of the cellar covered his emerald green eyes and rendered them dark green, with cold glints emerging from the heavy color.

"What's the matter with Professor Snape looking for me?"

Snape's pale, dry face was a bit sallow, and his dark eyes were staring at the child in front of him deeply and sharply, exuding the pressure of being a double agent. Child's body: "You are not Harry Potter."

The corners of Fan Haoran's eyebrows twitched, and the small face under the short black hair raised a smile: "The professor should have investigated my background." He looked at those indifferent and empty eyes, smiling without any discomfort, "Then you must What did you find out?"

Yes, he did secretly investigate this seemingly incomprehensible child who is actually absolutely elusive. He only needs to perform a few instigmatization on certain people, and he can easily know the child in front of him for so many years. What kind of life is it?

Those dark, tunnel-like black eyes flashed away in pain, but disappeared again in just an instant. This tall man with a hooked nose was still very strong. He sneered: "If people in the magic world know their If the savior is a more terrifying and ruthless executioner than the Dark Lord, he will definitely..."

"Oh, you really know." He tilted his head, "Then what do you want to say to me?" He looked at the Potions Master who was already sitting there gracefully, and spontaneously walked over to sit in the black Opposite the man in the robe, the sitting posture is very well-behaved, but what he said is not the case, "While you are investigating me, I also checked a little bit about the magic world."

"Oh? The great savior took the initiative to find out what his stupid brain did," Snape said sarcastically.

"That's quite a lot." The young savior nodded seriously, and spit out a series of atomic bombs from his red and soft lips, "For example, my parents were the cannon fodder of the Order of the Phoenix. For example, the madness of the Dark Lord was due to the split of the soul. For example, the prophecy was It was leaked because of Dumbledore’s deliberate results. For example, the main reason for splitting the soul of the devil is because of Dumbledore’s suspicion and design. For example, I need to become a savior and go through various training tests of the great white wizard to become a qualified savior. .like you as a double agent under Dumbledore?"

Snape quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Fan Haoran, but the young man smiled: "I know a lot more than you think. Do you want to keep pointing your wand at me? Or do you want to give me a Instigmatism, you know Professor Dumbledore has done this to me many times."

The gloomy man, who was still vigilant, turned even more ugly when he heard the last sentence: "Has Dumbledore replaced his rotten brain with sweets! He even used instigmatism on the underage wizard!"

"Okay, my most respected professor, please relax and sit down, my head is locked, no one can see what's inside."

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man with mean and complicated eyes: "Very well, it seems that the savior is well prepared. Then let me, a humble potions professor, listen to what the great savior has to say .” I originally wanted to warn this kid to stay away from the Forbidden Forest, but I didn’t expect such a thing to happen.

"I want you to leave the UK. What do you think of this idea? Of course, you will have a top-notch potion laboratory, and you don't have to worry about the materials. You can enjoy the beauty of dating the crucible to the fullest." He wanted to share this The most tragic character should be far away, and if this double-faced agent is here, it will be a bit troublesome. He doesn't think his actions can avoid this snake king who is monitoring the entire Slytherin.

"What are you going to do?" Snake King grasped the point with a cold face.

Fan Haoran didn't answer directly, but just said: "It should be quite difficult for you to be caught between the two sides. Dumbledore doesn't trust you. That old man will sacrifice everyone who can sacrifice for his great justice. Aren't my parents like this? You probably don't want to kill him with your own hands, and you don't want me to be slaughtered as a pig after being used by him. Please stay away from England, I have already arranged all the problems that can be solved with money, just waiting for your nod gone."

"You stupid arrogant supercilious bastard, what makes you think you can arrange your dean at will to let him obey your mindless command and leave England? What are you going to do, you are going to rush like an idiot Use your own body as a shield for others in the first place!" Snape's rational nerves collapsed, and he angrily lifted the collar of the boy sitting on the sofa, his low whisper was mean and intriguing.

"Wow, you're really angry." He patted the back of Snape's cold hand reassuringly, "I just feel sorry for you when you are used by the so-called white wizard, don't you want to make magic as much as you want?" Medicine? The wizarding world in the UK is too narrow. Although Muggles have no magic power, they are far beyond the wizarding world in some aspects. Wouldn’t it be better to go out and have a look, and stay away from this place of right and wrong?” Besides, he still To revive the Dark Lord here, with such a sharp-eyed and cautious potions master here, it would be better for him to get him away.

"Shut up, you really are a brainless idiot like your father! Put away your imaginative and unrealistic thoughts, and talk to yourself like an idiot, who gave you the courage to do this!"

"Oh, you don't want to go to another wider world?" He sighed in a 'what a pity' tone, but his eyes were very calm and evil, "Can you let me go, I'm too close to the professor Yes, I'm a little nervous. By the way, your voice is indeed the most beautiful I've ever heard." He also teased the cold-faced and black-spirited professor by the way.

"Harry Potter, this semester, come to me for confinement every night."

Fan Haoran was thrown out mercilessly. He stood in front of the stone statue of Medusa, and straightened his messy collar with a smile in the eyes of various curious little snakes passing by.

"Okay, Professor."