Professor HP is not a pedophile

Severus spent the next month wondering how many things had changed since his rebirth.For example, the one who guides the savior to school is not a muscular half-giant, for example, the savior is as timid as a Hufflepuff, for example, the savior becomes friends with his godson...

He made up his mind to take a good look at the savior who was completely different from the one he saw in his previous life after school started.

He consulted many books, but no information could explain his rebirth.I also thought about asking Dumbledore, but I just thought about it and didn't take action.He trusted the old man, but he wasn't sure how far Dumbledore would use him for his best benefit now that he knew about it.It's okay to let him know something, after all, he may have to rely on him to eliminate Horcruxes, but it's definitely not now.

After he checked the information and made a rough plan, it was almost the day when school started.

It is worth mentioning that during this period of time, Lucius sent him a lot of letters, which were full of temptations about his attitude towards the savior, and also mentioned "the friendship between the baby dragon and the savior". Fleurs answered him very simply: "I don't have that much time to interfere with my godson's friendship activities."

Lucius, who had wanted to prepare an extra road for a long time, was very satisfied with this, and cleverly expressed his kindness to the Savior through his son, such as sending some snacks made by his family Sissy himself.

Harry, who received homemade snacks from his friend's mother? Poor little boy? Potter was moved, and even wrote to express his gratitude to the kind Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa...

Patriarch Malfoy was very proud, since the child is still young, it’s nothing to make friends, and he didn’t come forward in person, in case something happens in the future, it’s fine to justify that the child is ignorant, but if the Order of the Phoenix wins, this feeling Investing is not in vain.Besides, although the Dark Mark is still there these years, there has been no movement at all. The Dark Lord has disappeared for ten years. He should really think about his family.

Children don't understand these twists and turns of adults, at least Harry doesn't understand at all.He just happily communicated with Draco to discuss various issues every day, and waited for the start of school wholeheartedly, almost forgetting about the fierce Mr. Snape.

On September [-]st, Harry woke up at five o'clock in the morning.He was so excited and nervous that he couldn't sleep anymore.He got up from the bed, put on the daily clothes he bought in Diagon Alley, checked the shopping list at Hogwarts again to see if he had bought all the things he needed, and then checked if Hedwig was doing well. Locked in the cage, he paced up and down the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up.Two hours later, Harry's heavy trunk was finally loaded onto the Dursleys' car, Aunt Petunia persuaded Dudley to sit next to Harry, and they were on their way.

They arrived at King's Cross station at 10:30.Uncle Vernon put Harry's suitcase on the cart.Help him push the station.Harry was wondering why Uncle Vernon suddenly became surprisingly nice, when Uncle Vernon suddenly stopped facing the platform and grinned sinisterly.

"Okay, there you are, boy. Platform 9, Platform 10. Your platform should be between these two platforms, but it looks like it hasn't been built yet, doesn't it?"

Harry looked at the wall between platforms nine and ten and said nothing. In fact, he had already known from Draco's letter that he had to pass through that wall to reach platform nine and three-quarters, but he But dare not say it out loud, the Dursleys are most jealous of him saying such strange things.

"Good luck with your term," said Uncle Vernon, grinning even more unkindly.He walked away without saying anything more.Harry turned to watch the Vernons drive away.All three of them were laughing.

Harry pushed the trolley slowly to the wall, glanced hesitantly, but still didn't dare to rush over, the poor child thought tearfully: "What if I hit my head... it will hurt so much ...But Draco shouldn't lie to me...but this wall looks really strong..."

After struggling for a long time, he still gritted his teeth, and walked slowly towards the wall. Seeing that the front end of the trolley had actually sunk into the wall, Harry opened his mouth in surprise, looked around quickly, and then Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and trotted into the wall.

He opened his eyes.A crimson steam locomotive was parked beside a platform packed with passengers.A sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.Looking back, Harry saw that where the ticket gates used to be was now a wrought iron archway with the words: Platform Nine and Three Quarters written on it.He succeeded.

The smoke of the steam locomotive hovered over the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors walked around under people's feet.Amidst the buzzing of the crowd and the noise of dragging heavy luggage, owls also hooted piercingly, answering each other.

Harry was about to go through the crowd to find a seat in the car, but someone patted his shoulder, turned his head, and he whispered in surprise: "Draco!"

Draco thumped him complainingly, "Why are you here now, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sorry," Harry smiled sheepishly, "Privet Drive is too far from here."

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled him onto the train, and went straight into the box he had found.Concerned about Harry's status as "the savior", he didn't want to take Harry to the Malfoy box to let him meet his Slytherin friends.

So after the two chatted for a while, Draco had to go back to Malfoy's box to socialize.

Harry pursed his lips, took out the first grade potions textbook "Magic Potions and Potions", and buried himself in the reading.According to Draco, in order to prevent him from being scolded too badly by Severus after entering school, it is absolutely necessary to preview the potions textbook.Harry thought of the black face of the dreaded Mr. Snape, couldn't help but shuddered, and tried harder to recite the text.

When he was concentrating on it, there was a knock on the door of the box, and then a furry brown head poked in, and the chubby little round face was full of anxiety, "Hello, that... May I ask if you have seen a Such a big toad?" He also stretched out two small fat paws with fleshy dimples on the backs of his hands and compared them to an approximate size.

"No," said Harry, stunned for a moment, "did you lose your toad?"

The little round face was wrinkled into a ball, and the brown eyes were tearful, "Hmm! Lefe always likes to run around, he doesn't like me..."

Harry immediately developed an affinity for him—maybe this is like like like flock—and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, the book says that pets in the wizarding world will return to their owners by themselves, maybe Raffle just wants to take a walk oh."

"Really?" Xiaoyuan smiled through tears, "Thank you, my name is Neville Longbottom, you can call me Neville, how about you?"

"I'm Harry Potter, you can call me Harry," Harry said happily, and then quickly covered Neville's open mouth when he saw Neville, "Neville, don't shout! I don't want to be discovered by others."

Neville nodded sharply.

Harry pulled him into the box and closed the door, and the two children sat shoulder to shoulder.Neville still looked excited, "Are you really Harry Potter? Oh, Merlin..."

Harry frowned in distress and said to him: "That's nothing, Neville, I read the description of me in the book, and those records said that I defeated that man, but I don't remember anything at all, Draco said I was so young, it should be my parents who beat that person."

When Neville heard him mention his parents, he suddenly felt sad, "I'm sorry, Harry, I know you would rather be with your parents than be a savior. Because I'm like that too..."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly widened, "Harry! The Draco you're talking about isn't Draco Malfoy, is it?"

Harry nodded and asked curiously, "Do you know Draco too?"

"He, his father is said to be that man's subordinate..." Neville said hesitantly.

Harry opened his mouth in surprise, "I, I don't know...but Draco is very good to me, he is my first friend..."

Neville thought about it, and comforted him seriously: "It's okay, Harry, it's just a rumor. My uncle told me before sending me here that if I make a friend who treats me very well, I must also You just have to be nice to him. If Malfoy is really nice to you, then you can't treat him badly because of his father, and he's not that person's subordinate."

Harry nodded vigorously, then looked at Neville expectantly, "Neville, can I be your friend too? It must be very happy to be your friend!"

"Wow!" Neville nodded his head happily, and took out a box of chocolate candy balls from his pocket, "Grandma bought this for me, and said it was for me to eat with my friends. There are many flavors, I like it." Been to the grilled chicken!"

"Wow~" Harry was amazed, and ate with him while guessing the flavor of the candy ball.

When Draco came over, he saw two little things together, chirping and cooing happily.As soon as he pushed open the box door, an unknown object flew towards Neville.

Neville caught it reflexively, and whispered in surprise: "Lyfe!" He patted his pet's head, and said to Draco, "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." He thought it was him who brought the pet. of it.

Draco was confused, "What?"

"You're wrong Neville," Harry giggled, "Lyfe just jumped in when Draco opened the door, Draco didn't bring it."

Neville said seriously, "Then I also want to thank him for opening the door."

Draco rolled his eyes secretly, "I don't need your thanks, Longbottom, I just came to ask Harry if he would like something to eat." He stretched out his hand that had been behind his back, holding a food in his hand box.

"Draco, you are so kind!" Harry swooped, "I want to eat!"

Then Mrs. Malfoy's specially made love dessert for "poor Harry" was eaten by two chirping little things.

Draco looked at Harry who was talking happily with Neville, and remembered the gossip he heard from his mother when he was at home about his godfather's student days, couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and thought silently: "Well, Harry, you're only going to be happy for so long..."