Professor HP is not a pedophile

Harry panicked as soon as he was taken high into the air by the broom. The broom was still shaking violently. He could only hold on to the broom handle tightly, trying to hold on from falling.

The students below were in a mess, screaming from time to time because of the large vibration of the broom. Mrs. Hooch raised her wand to cast a protective spell on him, but she couldn't get it right. Just as she was about to step on the broom and fly When they went up to meet him, the potions professor, dressed in black, rolled over from a distance like a hurricane.

Harry's broom shook even more violently, and Harry was thrown off by it.He now hangs in the air with only one hand on the handle of the broom.

Mrs. Hooch flew up, trying to catch Harry on her broom, but it didn't work. As soon as she got close to Harry, the broom jumped sideways as if consciously, keeping a distance from her all the time.

So she flew under him, trying to catch him when he fell.

"Potter!" Severus yelled at Harry, casting a "loud voice" on himself, "I count to three and you jump off, I'll catch you, do as I say! One, Two, three!"

Harry let go of his hand and fell straight down, but Mrs. Hooch missed him due to the distance error.Severus cast a few quick spells, and the last Levitation Charm hit him, and he finally floated slowly down.

Harry fell to his knees limply as soon as he hit the ground.

Severus grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, spraying venom furiously: "Mr. Potter, I think you think you have inherited the talents of your bastard father so you have nothing to fear, huh? You How did that fragile neck not break? The Boy Who Lived died of being overconfident in his flying skills. Oh what a ridiculous news. Your father will be proud of you because you are just like him You start showing off your flying talent as soon as you ride a broomstick, don’t you? Ten points will be deducted from Hufflepuff! From today onwards, I will be locked up in my office at seven o’clock every night until the end of this month!”

Harry was already in shock, but when he yelled at him like this, his heart suddenly felt aggrieved, and his pale face burst into tears.

Hot tears dripped from those big clear green eyes, flowed down the face to the pointy chin, and finally fell on Severus' hand holding his collar.

As if scalded, Severus subconsciously let go of him, throwing him to the ground.

"Severus!" screamed Mrs. Hooch angrily. "You can't do this to the kid! He's got a problem with his broomstick and he's not showing off his flying talent at all! Don't you see the kid is terrified!" She lifted Harry up carefully, making sure he wasn't hurt before turning her cannon on Severus, "You've got to take him to the medical wing for a check up instead of yelling at him! You're a professor, you know! "

Her falcon-like eyes reveal unquestionable majesty. This witch who has been a flying professor since the beginning of the twentieth century also taught Severus, and he has always maintained his respect for several older witches in the school. With respect, he had to follow her words and walked towards the castle, holding Harry's arm.

Mrs. Hooch nodded in satisfaction, turned around and began to gather to comfort the frightened animals.

The little eagle and the little badgers stared at her, apparently feeling admiration for the way she reprimanded the Potions professor.

Harry had Severus grabbing his arm and had to trot to keep up.The tears on the child's face have been wiped dry, and he only sniffs occasionally, not daring to be too loud.

Severus didn't feel his strain at all, and just kept walking with great strides.He was annoyed now. He originally planned to go to the greenhouse outside the castle to collect hellebores, but when he got to the edge of the lawn, he saw the thrilling scene.He didn't expect that Quirrell would be so eager to do it directly in the flying lesson. He thought that he should wait until the Quidditch match before doing it, but he forgot that Harry had already entered Hufflepuff. just changed.He suddenly realized that he relied too much on the experience of his previous life.The same thing happened with the Horcruxes. He just thought about not exposing himself, but he didn't think about preemptively.

Just thinking about how to adjust my plan, the medical wing arrived.

"Flying lessons again!" The Medical Wing Demon King roared, "How many little wizards have accidents because of broomsticks every year? Let me tell you, flying lessons and Quidditch should be banned at all!"

Severus felt the same way, and Harry, who had been tossed by the broom for a long time, also showed a "sympathetic" expression.

After checking, Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a bottle of calming potion, and sent the two of them out the door.

After leaving the door of the medical wing, Harry didn't know where he was going, so he could only follow Severus silently, intending to listen to his arrangements.

Severus took a few steps, looked down, and found that the little thing was still following him step by step, "Mr. Potter, how long are you going to follow me?"

Startled, Harry asked timidly, "I'm sorry, Professor, but...where should I go?"

Severus laughed angrily, "If I remember correctly, you haven't finished your flying lessons yet."

"...I see," Harry nodded lazily, bit his lip and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Thank you for saving me, Professor." Then he ran back to flying lessons with a generous face.

Severus snorted and followed him out of the castle, his hellebores still unpicked.

Seeing the little thing running to Mrs. Hooch, he went to the greenhouse.After the encounter just now, Quirrell should not make another shot in a short time.

After greeting Professor Sprout, who was in charge of the greenhouse, Severus headed into the greenhouse.While picking hellebore, he was thinking about how to solve Quirrell's big trouble, and he was also considering whether to confess to Dumbledore.

Thinking of the conversation he had with Dumbledore at the beginning of school, he snorted uncomfortably.

That damned old bee obviously saw that something was wrong with Quirrell, and even quibbled: "Severus, you must know that it is very difficult to recruit a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is the only one applying for the job this year. I can What should we do? And put him under our noses so that we can monitor... We all know that the man is not dead, this Quirrell should be the key to finding him, besides, you are still there?"

Cunning old fox!Severus put the picked hellebores in a special bag with a gloomy face and turned back to the office. He still has a bunch of papers that the little trolls don't know what to approve!

When he passed the grass, he looked at Harry again. The little thing was riding on the broom, only a few feet above the ground. Not only was his face pale, but his little face was wrinkled with fear, and he looked trembling. Ruth's mood suddenly improved.A Potter terrified of broomsticks, ha!He deeply felt that if his deadly enemy had a spirit in the sky, he would definitely be pissed off.

In this way, it seems that this little brat will never join the Quidditch team again. Think about it, how many times in the previous life the savior almost killed himself because of Quidditch, this time he can save his worries.

Thinking that the savior would not cause him so much trouble in this life, Severus unexpectedly lost his disgust for that little thing.After all, he is still Lily's child.Severus thought so.

In the evening Harry was still punctual to the cellar for detention.His labor service consisted of squeezing the hellebore that Severus picked today into juice.Severus was even in a rare good mood to teach him how to do it.

Watching the little thing obediently moved the small bench and sat in the corner to start his labor service, Severus also started his own work - brewing some advanced potions for Knockturn Alley - this is his economic One of the sources, after all, although the salary of Hogwarts professors is not low, it is not enough to support the research of a master of potions.

He could already cook things like high-level blood tonic, high-level recovery potion, and felicity potion with his eyes closed, so he still had time to glance at Harry once in a while between cooking.

Although that little thing looks clumsy, he is surprisingly serious in doing things, completely different from his impetuous father, even Lily is not as attentive as he is.Watching him strictly follow the steps he taught, patiently repeating those boring movements, Severus suddenly found a solution to a problem that had troubled him for a long time - those low-level students who would waste his research time The potion ingredients are finally found someone to deal with!

Harry didn't know that the Potions Professor had planned to enlist him as a potion material handler, he just felt an inexplicable chill, turned his head, oh my god - the professor was staring at him!

The poor child shivered, and quickly turned his head back, biting the bullet, working hard under the eyes of the potions master from time to time, and his heart was so cold.

"Woooooo... The professor is so scary... Why does he always look at me..." The little thing squeezed a handful of hellebores into juice again, picked up the other one without tears, and wailed silently in his heart .