[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

This time, Peter was not taken to Azkaban when he was awake, but was directly transported to the detention center closest to Azkaban through the fireplace after being given a dose of life-death water. When he went to Azkaban to accept the dementor's kiss, Snape followed him all the way - he hated Peter more than anyone else, even if James was resurrected, he would not get such a great honor, but Sirius was too impulsive and had suffered in Azkaban, so he could only wait for the news in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

In less than an hour, Snape came back with the news that Peter had been sucked out of his soul by a dementor - Sirius burst into tears after hearing this, a big man in his thirties, holding himself His head was howling dryly, the tears were gone at all, only his roar was left, and finally, after he couldn't even utter a voice, the tears rolled down his cheeks, making those around him terrified.

Capture Peter, kill him, and make him apologize to James and Lily—this is what Sirius has been longing for and trying to do for a third of his life in this world, and now, he succeeded, he What did you get?Nothing, he got nothing, only pain... and emptiness, the feeling of a missing piece in his heart suddenly hit him like a mountain, he wanted to cry, he wanted to cry, he wanted to cry out, but shouting out could represent what?James and Lily couldn't survive, he lost his best friend...

Lost and can never be regained.

Harry could only hug his godfather at this moment—if he didn't, he couldn't be sure whether this seemingly cheerful man would collapse the next moment.

"Calm down, Sirius, calm down..." Remus went to hug his friend's shoulders, and Harry was between them, "Sirius, you and Harry, and me—you and us , Harry needs you...you are his godfather, his guardian... Sirius, calm down..."

"Cal...quiet..." The Godfather of the Big Dog repeated the word, but he couldn't understand the word at all, and he didn't want to understand it at all, "Harry...Harry...Harry! I'm sorry...I'm sorry! James... ...Lily...Harry...revenge...revenge! Ah—"

"Stupid Gryffindor!" A familiar taunt came from the top of his head, and then Sirius was drenched in water—the cold water suddenly chilled the painful Sirius, and he called With a shiver, he jumped up, and then, the heavy mood just now disappeared in an instant, and all that was left was...a sense of relief.

"Snotling, you!" Sirius glared at the man who cast a spell on him, "You—"

"Siris, he just told you to calm down, just to wake you up, otherwise you will definitely have a magical riot." Dumbledore stood aside, chewing Bubble Gum, "Sure enough, the person who knows you best It’s your enemy, haha, of course, you’re not enemies, you’re just playmates who are playing around... uh... well, not a good playmate.” The old headmaster tugged at his beard—he couldn’t blame him for losing his composure , he was glared at by his potions master again.

"Uh..." The trust and admiration for Dumbledore made Sirius slightly change his view of Snape—yes, after so many experiences, he is no longer the knight of Gryffindor. , he is an adult, but not an ordinary adult, you know, after experiencing the passionate and high-spirited youth and the deeply disgusting youth, he is no longer the enthusiastic and impulsive Sirius of Gryffindor, In the past, if he heard someone say that to him, even Dumbledore would not believe it, but now, he believed it. Not only did he believe it, but he also felt... very reasonable?

Because of this stimulation, Sirius Black began to replay his life in his mind, and then stood up and bowed to Snape: "Snape, I'm sorry."

"Stupid Gryffindor—stupid black dog, who wants to hear your apology, or do you think an apology will solve the problem?" Snape sneered and picked it up, and he was a little vulnerable because he was frightened by Sirius Harry, "Now, go and pack yourself!"

"Of course an apology can't solve everything," Sirius yelled, "I just want you to know that my sincerity is nothing more than that—and, you are not allowed to bully Harry, you are not allowed to bully Harry, understand? You should have come at me instead of Harry if you wanted revenge - he's just a kid!"

"Hmph." Professor Snape, who thought he wasn't that shameless, glared at the boy in his hand, "Potter, don't think you can escape tonight's work - chop up the roots of the daisies in the cellar .”

"Ah..." Before Harry could turn his head around, he was stunned when he heard this order.

"What are you in a daze for?" Snape rolled his eyes at Lupine who was holding hands with Sirius. "Your... dog-teaching... friend will need daisy roots. Believe me, he will need daisy roots tonight."

"Daisy root? Just daisy root?" Harry blinked.

"And Moonlight Grass, if you want, I think we can try how to see the fire of the cauldron."

"Okay, Professor, can I bring Prince with me?"

"of course."

...The two of them didn't walk by the fireplace this time, but walked by the main entrance. It's rare that Snape talked so speculatively with a Potter without any irony or impatience! ?

"Today must be April Fool's Day..." Remus patted his face and looked at Sirius with a blank look.

"It must be... April Fool's Day." Sirius nodded. He thought Snape's attitude towards Harry was weird before, and it seemed even weirder now—Snape didn't seem to hate Harry, even though He was James' son, but he didn't hate him, even... it seemed that he had been accommodating Harry?

"Oh, it's nice that Severus has been so good to Harry, isn't it?" Dumbledore happily took a spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth, "I love you, I love them, oh, I love this The world, as long as you eat delicious desserts, everything will be better!"

Oh wonderful!

Sirius stayed in Hogwarts for one night, and returned to his old Black house the next day—yes, Dumbledore asked him to inherit the Black family, and forced him to apologize to the elf named Kreacher, Moreover, Dumbledore stared at him and did all of these!

Sirius didn't feel very happy when he returned to Black's old house. He had to face the elf who preached every day!What a nuisance!That's right - since he apologized to Kreacher, the little elf stopped cursing and was full of preaching, huh, don't think he doesn't know, the content of those preaching is exactly the same as what his mother said back then!

No matter how much Black was tortured here, Harry had a good few days.Come to think of it, Snape wouldn't sneer at him, even if he wasn't in front of Prince, he could feel that Snape's attitude towards him had changed a lot - even if he was asked to make some potion ingredients He will also tell him what kind of method to use to do the work, and this also makes Harry's potion grades start to improve.

This directly caused Draco to be very dissatisfied with it. Although he no longer troubled Harry, he seemed to be competing with Harry in Potions class. He even cut materials one or two times faster than Harry. Seconds——As long as he gets extra points, he will look at Harry triumphantly and raise his chin.

Don't compare yourself to children!Harry shrugged, put his head down and continued making his potions, recently deducted points from Gryffindors in Potions class for not having him, so even though he went to live in the cellar which made many Gryffindors unhappy, In the end, they also compromised, and even Seamo and the others chipped in to buy him some candies... It is said that it was comfort.

Harry's eyes narrowed into laughter at the thought of the sweets - the little prince loved them.

"Shrinking potion..." Snape didn't use his wand, but just tapped on the blackboard with his hand, "Pay attention to the important points - if anyone does not do well, I will let him taste the potion he made himself." What's it like?" He said, giving Neville a nasty look, which made Neville's hand tremble in fright, and added a drop of mouse bile.

"Longbottom!" Snape strode over. "Aren't your brains and your hands completely out of class? Now, tell me what you do?"

"Shrink...shrink...shrink..."

"I'll let your toad taste this potion!" Taking out his wand, Snape couldn't get angry with Harry now, so he would find other people's troubles to make Gryffindor unhappy-this, He wasn't at all worried that Professor McGonagall would be mad at him.As the purest lioness, Professor McGonagall certainly won't suffer from being dumb. In fact, she often advises Poppy to squeeze out piles of potions from him to give to the restless lion cubs in Gryffindor. Treating injuries, so, leveled out, no?

Turning around, the wizard's robe swirled layers of black waves in the air.

How imposing...Harry looked at Snape's back and admired in his heart, before he thought this bastard man was throwing his robe to create a scary atmosphere, but now...he thought he was playing handsome.Neither was very likable - Harry defined it in his mind, and then handed over the potion bottle he made - now he is not P and T, but upgraded to A or E, which is indeed a Good news, isn't it?

After class, Harry grabbed Ron and Hermione and rushed to the auditorium for dinner. Halloween was coming soon, and he didn't want anything to happen—since he entered Hogwarts, Halloween has been quiet for the past two years. It's too peaceful, this third year... He thinks it should be very peaceful and peaceful... In order to be peaceful, he thinks that he should keep a regular schedule of work and rest.

"Hey, Harry, slow down!" Hermione was dragged by him, her feet were a little unsteady, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I mean, let's go to eat quickly, and then in the afternoon...Min, I can go to Hagrid's class when I'm full, what do you think?"

"Hey, brother, we have to eat enough to get Hagrid's class!" Ron laughed and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Hagrid's class is really getting better and better!"

"Ha, of course he is becoming more and more used to the position of professor!" Hermione had a happy smile on her face, and her pretty face glowed with a faint brilliance, "Next time I suggest that he bring us a new surprise—— Don't want to take care of snails."

"Me neither." Harry nodded in agreement.

Three people rushed through the corridor.

"Hey, look at that mudblood girl," Pansy whispered into Draco's ear, "she looks like she has Veela blood, maybe she drank the glory potion?"

"Enough, Parkinson," Draco glared at her, "don't say that word—don't say it, you're a lady, don't say that word, or I'll just have to tell the dean and he'll arrange a bunch of Work to squeeze the unspeakable filth out of your body!"

"Hey! You said it last year!" Pansy's eyes widened.

"That was when I was young, and now—13-year-old Miss Parkinson, you should be a lady, don't forget, your grandmother was already the most veritable princess in high society when you were your age."

"Oh! Draco! I didn't know you thought of me like that! Am I not a Slytherin princess?" Pansy stomped her foot angrily, "Aren't I prettier than that Mudblood?!"

"Miss Parkinson, maybe...you really want to be in love with a slug or an uproot," a bleak voice came from behind her—it was Snape, "so, for your lack of refinement, I think You'll need a lock-up - in the office next to the Potions classroom, for a basket of shovels."

"Oh..." Pansy lowered her head in frustration, "Yes, Dean."

Snake king, sacred and inviolable, she resignedly pulled up the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, quickly passed Draco, and ran to Blaise's side.

"Dean, I..." Because of the impulsiveness just now, Draco's face was a little hot, "You won't tell my dad, will you?"

"Draco..."

"Ah! Godfather!" If Snape called him "Draco", then he was his godfather, and if he called him "Malfoy" then he was the head of Slytherin.

"You did nothing wrong..." Looking at the little platinum nobleman, Snape rarely spoke comforting words.

"Yes, Godfather, of course I did nothing wrong." Draco's little red face turned even redder, "I'm a Malfoy!"