[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

On Christmas Eve, Harry found an excuse not to spend time with his godfather at NO.12 Grimmauld Place, but stayed at Hogwarts with his little prince...and Professor Snape.Although I am very sorry to Sirius, Harry still feels that he should do this first, and he will go to Sirius’ house to stay at Sirius’s house for two days on the 26th... Harry is still very sad that he can’t take care of his family members on both sides of the festival. Not good.

However, the Christmas atmosphere quickly dispelled the depression in Harry's heart. He smiled and put the small Christmas tree he bought from Hogsmeade beside the tea table, and took out a bunch of baubles and began to decorate the small Christmas tree— —Yes, he was going to buy a big one, but he thought Snape would throw him out of the cellar if he got a big Christmas tree.

While Prince took Snape to go shopping in Diagon Alley, Harry started to get busy.

First follow Professor McGonagall's teaching, use a magic wand to turn the note into a beautiful fairy; then draw a small magic circle with the ancient rune that you have learned, and this little magic circle will sing Christmas songs by itself, but the voice It wasn't too big to be too noisy; finally, candies like chocolate frogs and exploding candies were fixed and hung on the Christmas tree-this completed a most important Christmas decoration, and Harry was very satisfied with his masterpiece.But that's not all, he needs something special... Perhaps, Professor Dumbledore is willing to help?Harry rolled his eyes, forgot to put on his robes and flooed to the headmaster's office.

"Professor Dumbledore, do me a favor!"

"Harry, what's the matter?" Hastily putting down the photo frame in his hand, Dumbledore stood up hastily as if trying to cover up something, "What's the matter?"

"Uh...professor, I want to make a cake for Prince with my own hands, and a roast chicken...um...but I don't know where to do it!" Harry scratched his cheek, as if he felt that it was too much for him to do so. Recklessly, "Did I bother you?"

"Oh, no, my child, you didn't disturb me, I was just cleaning the picture frame." The old headmaster lied cheerfully, and Fox on the perch turned his head away, as if despising him, but this It doesn't matter much, the old headmaster is not angry at all, "Let's go to the kitchen, you must not know where the kitchen is, hehe, the twins didn't tell you about the Hogwarts kitchen, did they?"

"they know?"

"Of course, they can always get good food there, can't they?" Dumbledore blinked, his naughty look amused Harry.

"Yes, I can always get it." Sometimes the twins would bring a lot of delicious food to Ron when they came to the dormitory at night. Harry thought the twins had some mysterious power... It turned out that the mysterious power It's the kitchen.

Following Dumbledore to the Hufflepuff cellar, Dumbledore reached out and scratched a pear on a portrait, and Harry saw the pear jump aside and the portrait opened—what a big kitchen!There are countless house-elves inside, working happily and communicating with each other in a special way - Dobby is among them, but when he sees Harry, he jumps over with a look of displeasure on his face. excited!

"Oh! Honorable Headmaster Dumbledore! Oh! Mr. Harry Potter! Oh! Dobby... What can Dobby do for you two? Oh! Dobby... Dobby is such an honor !" The little elf bent down deeply, but his glasses were looking at the two of them, full of emotion and hope.

Soon, with the help of Dobby, Harry got what he needed to start making Christmas Eve dinner. He was going to bake a cake, get a turkey, and fry up three veal steaks, maybe some salad ... Dumbledore, who saw the cake mold, immediately expressed his interest and rolled up his sleeves to help.

House elves love their jobs. When wizards take their jobs, they will be sad, inferior and howl, but Dumbledore solves this problem very well, and Dobby is even more concerned about being able to "help the great The Harry Potter" thing was very exciting.

Not long after, the dinner was ready, Dumbledore also got a large piece of cake that he made himself, and returned to the headmaster's office contentedly, while Dobby helped Harry move all the food to the cellar.Of course, Dobby also received a generous gift from Harry - a small scarf, hand-woven version of Harry Potter.

When everything was ready and Snape hadn't come back, Harry was a little bored waiting... He stood up and pushed open the door of the laboratory. The lights inside were very bright and cold, it seemed that it was for better comparison The color of the potion...Harry wanted to clean up Prince's griddle and things like that, maybe he could use this time to help his son clean the griddle... Just as he was walking towards the test bench, a The owl flew in recklessly, dropped a letter and flew away.

a letter? !

Harry picked it up, and the name of the sender on it was Krill—but... it seemed to be addressed to Snape... He held the letter in his hand, and finally he didn't open it, but it was straight Put it on Snape's test bench.

When he cleaned up Prince's dry pot, he heard crisp laughter coming from the fireplace - it was Snape who brought Prince back!

"Bo..." Sure enough, seeing the Christmas tree on the coffee table, Snape's face darkened.

"Wow! Christmas tree!" Before Snape could speak, Prince yelled and rushed over, "I love you, Dad!" In fact, he loved the candies hanging on the Christmas tree!

Snape's face darkened even more at the sight of the sweets, but he didn't say anything inappropriate, just gave Harry a look, and Harry just smirked at him.

"Hey, this is the biggest holiday ever!" Harry kissed his son's cheek back, "But you can't eat too much, you know, there's still dinner."

"Wow! I love cakes and veal steaks!" Prince admired, with the same expression as when Harry first entered Hogwarts, his eyes widened, showing his due love for delicious food .

These, not the handiwork of house elves.

Snape glanced at Harry and took a deep breath.Actually, on Christmas Eve, there are some students and teachers staying at school, so the house-elves will prepare a lot of festive meals... Actually, Harry could have eaten in the Great Hall at six o'clock instead of here Waiting for the two of them, without showing the time, Snape knew it was almost eight o'clock...is this... a test?

"Hurry up and wash your hands, you can have dinner right away." Harry grabbed Prince and ran to the bathroom. After two steps, he seemed to realize something, and turned to Snape and asked, "Severus, what are you doing?" Didn't make Prince hungry?"

"Hmph." Snape, who had been hungry all night, was very dissatisfied with this sentence, so he didn't intend to answer, but just snorted heavily, and then threw off the cloak on his body.

"I ate ice cream and biscuits!" Prince quickly rescued his father. He felt that he was the most pitiful son in the world - he had a black-faced father and a young father... Sigh... When will they become like the future... The little man in the heart of the poor little prince looked at the sky at 45° and burst into tears...

"You'll need digestive potions that night..." After thinking carefully about the little prince's diet, Harry came to a conclusion, and then looked at Snape with a weird look—yes, very weird, and that look wasn't just weird , with a hint of banter.

After everything was ready, the family of three sat at the dining table.In fact, compared with the dinner party outside, the food in the cellar is not so rich, but it tastes good, at least Snape thinks that the taste of these foods is much better than the craftsmanship of the house elves... Maybe, not just the little prince Need Digestive Potion?

After Snape dimmed the lights in the living room, Prince, who was full, finished setting off the fireworks bought from Hogsmeade with Harry. The gorgeous firelight will not burn people, maybe this is the essence of magic It was miraculous, but against the backdrop of the gorgeous fireworks, Snape saw a color that was even more dazzling than the fireworks - emerald green, as green as a fine gemstone, crystal clear, with a dazzling brilliance.

A voice from nowhere shouted: "Get him—get him, Severus, get him! That's your happiness, and you can be saved if you get him!"

Yes, as long as you reach out, you can get happiness.

The lights brightened up, Snape's eyes seemed unable to adapt to the sudden light, he stretched out his hand to block his eyes, and then a goblet was stuffed in his hand.

"Drink some red wine..." Harry said to him holding the wine bottle, "Today is Christmas Eve, let's drink some wine to celebrate!"

"Me too!" Prince smiled and rushed over, pressing on Snape's shoulder.

"No, you can drink this." Since knowing that Hogwarts can provide juice, Harry asked Hermione about the knowledge of juice. Hermione is indeed the most knowledgeable little witch in Hogwarts. Several beverages suitable for children were recommended, "grape juice."

"Oh! I'm not a child anymore!" The little prince wrinkled his nose. He thought he could get a small glass of red wine! ("Yes, so..." Snape narrowed his eyes as Harry was pouring him wine, "red wine is also grape juice, I thought you knew that, Mr. Prince."

"real?!"

"Of course." The potions master took the wine bottle from Harry's hand with a normal expression, and pointed to the little prince where the label was - the main ingredient: grapes. "So red wine is a kind of grape juice!" Harry's eyes widened, as if he had just learned the news, "Oh, I've heard that it seems that red wine is not suitable for young people to drink because it is concentrated grape juice ...right, Severus?"

"Yes, that's right." Snape wanted to twitch the corners of his mouth to keep his face calm.

"Okay..." Compromising, Prince raised his head and drank a big mouthful of grape juice, which was not bad.

The pastry chef's chocolate cake after the meal, but Harry didn't put a lot of sugar, so it didn't taste very sweet, and it had a silky taste when paired with red wine. For Prince's cake, Harry also specially added sweet Creamy, so both father and son tastes are satisfied.

Wizards' Christmas Eve is not like Muggles have some TV shows, but they also have their own entertainment, of course, Snape is not counted - he does not only read books but also brews potions, or, for example Gao Bushi, wizard chess and the like can also be regarded as pastime.

As soon as twelve o'clock passed, things began to spray out of the fireplace-boxes were sprayed out one by one, and Harry knew that they were Christmas presents. Of course, there would be owls, but they would not be seen until early in the morning.

"Dad, what gift did you give me?" Prince looked at Harry with his big eyes, tender green like the color of life.

"You can open it by yourself in the morning," Harry smiled, and looked at Snape. He also wanted to know if the potions master gave him a gift.

"Go to bed." Of course, the Potions Master wouldn't tell Harry if he had a gift for him at all, because his face was starting to darken. "I'm assuming you two still know you're underage?"

"Oh! Alright, father, I'll go to bed right away!" The little prince lowered his head, of course he knew that his great father was angry and stayed up so late... There must be a nasty energy potion waiting for him tomorrow!

"Uh... I'll go to bed right away!" Harry also rushed to the bedroom.

Well, this is the obedient green-eyed boys!