[Captain America+HP] The Shield Throwing Professor

[I didn't tell you that this is the Qixi Festival episode!no way!hum! 】

Welcome to the author wants to write fairy tales: [This can't be a fairy tale] series [Wood wrong, I'm having a convulsion and I'm here again without responsibility], today I'm going to talk about a story about a black panther in the forest in the literary show, please stay tuned At the beginning of watching, in the process of watching, or after watching, I complained about words such as literature and art, Sao Nian, forest, chance encounter and black panther. 【←If you say this, what else can you complain about+_+】

This story is like this, a long, long time ago, no mistake, among the ten fairy tales, at least eight began a long, long time ago, and the other two started with Onceuponatime or longtimeago. [There are XX differences...] Anyway, it's that time, fairy tales, who cares when it is.

There is a young artist whose name is Steven.Rogers, the name is not bad, it sounds like a young and promising young man.Not to mention Rogers' tall stature, his sunny short blonde hair set off his sky-like blue eyes, and his handsome face with a soft and shy smile.Such a young man full of literature and art, exuding a warm breath of healing.

The original dream of this man named Steven.Rogers was to become a cartoonist, no matter what his future dream is or who he will become in the future, our story was born based on his initial dream.

It is said that Rogers is a good man, in order to become an excellent cartoonist in the future, he wanders around every day, and when he sees something he likes, he will take out a sketchbook and a pen to draw it.The pictures he drew recorded what he saw, sometimes it was a corner of the small village he lived in, sometimes it was a big tree in the forest behind the small village, sometimes it was an unknown flower or grass by the roadside Small animals.

All kinds of signs fully show that Rogers is really a literary and artistic young man. He likes to draw what he sees and likes. There is only one thing he likes that never appears in his sketchbook, and that is the story. Another protagonist, Mr. Black Panther who lives deep in the forest. [A certain Black Panther: You are a thing, your whole family is a thing<(－︿－)>】

This other protagonist who never appeared in Rogers' sketchbook, let's not talk about the reason, first let's talk about their encounter.

Rogers remembers that the day we met was sunny and clear. He took a sketchbook and a pen and set foot on the muddy path in the forest, breathing the fresh and grass-scented air, looking up into the depths of the forest, flashing lightning from time to time Ray, if there's a dilapidated gothic building with a spiers, it's the witch's or Mr. Beast's castle. 【Hello! (#`O') Wait!Wrong direction! 】

Uh... let's start again, starting from the depths of the forest with our heads up and far away, covered by green trees, we can't see what exists in the depths. [It still sounds so weird, don't worry too much about it. 】This day, Rogers had a whim and wanted to go into the depths of the forest. He heard that there is a very beautiful lake with clear water and there is a legend that you can see the other half of your life by looking at the lake.Of course, only lucky people can encounter this magical and legendary existence. For those who are unlucky...nothing happens, but they will walk back to the outskirts of the forest after passing through.

For this legend that has been passed down from generation to generation, Rogers has been looking forward to since he was a child. He is shy and introverted and has no friends in his village. The other half of his life is just his beautiful fantasy.Some young people who lack self-confidence have never dared to try to find the magical lake, but for some reason, he walked into the forest today and suddenly wanted to try his luck. I hope this is a good premonition, it may be that magical beauty The silent call of the lake to him.

According to his intuition and not exploring this direction, Rogers seemed to have a general idea in mind and kept moving forward.Through the dense grass, soy sauce was skipped around the small animals, and then there were no small animals around, only tall towering trees and various plants. Rogers continued to walk forward, pushed aside a bush, and the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up. There was a lake not far from the lush green grass, and the sparkling lake reflected the sunlight, making it look like a diamond.

I didn't expect to find the lake so easily. If it was another story, I would probably meet three partners with different personalities on the road, and then meet a mysterious person who was injured or lost, and then I found the lake in a daze, and then the development Probably the three partners quarreled with themselves under the instigation of the mysterious person, and in the end there would probably be a big boss and other plots.Unfortunately, the story I am talking about does not have any of the above plots. This is not a story of a prince meeting a princess and having a true love kiss. There are only original ecology and beautiful scenery and an empty and attractive lake. .

Attracted, Rogers walked forward slowly. When he reached the lake, he sat on the grass by the lake, hesitating for a while, wondering if he should probe the lake, maybe he could really see him The other half of life, maybe nothing will show up.Both results made him uneasy. The first result was that he was not mentally prepared to know the other half of his life in advance, and he was also afraid that if he knew in advance, he would change things in the future.If it was the second result, should he feel that the lake does not have the legendary magical power, or that he will die alone in this life.

After hesitating for a long time, Rogers still probed to look at the lake. He felt that it would be better to look at the lake than to worry about it.He didn't believe that he could predict the future and interfere with changing the future. Whether he appeared or not, he was still the same literary showman who would not change.He looked at the lake, feeling a little nervous, this... said such a miraculous thing, no matter what, he would care about it, people who are not nervous are not normal.

Rogers saw the clear lake water swaying, and his own reflection on the lake surface. He moved the corner of his mouth and finally raised a smile. The lake water was so clear that it was the clearest and most beautiful he had ever seen. This beautiful scenery made him feel happy.Just as he was admiring the lake water and the beautiful refracted sunlight, a picture appeared beside him in the reflection. A black panther appeared gracefully beside him, squatting beside him in the reflection.

Rogers hadn't turned his head back, he was thinking 'Is my other half this black panther?Will I meet a black panther later?Wait...' Rogers slowly looked away from the lake, looking to his left.

The one squatting next to him is really a black panther. The black panther was also looking at the lake. Its sight also turned to look at him from the lake. The special amber eyes of the cat family collided with him. At that moment, the diamond-shaped black pupils shrink into a thin line.Black Panther said coldly, "A fool."

Originally squatting, it adjusted its sitting posture and lay down on the grass. The black and oily hair all over its body is particularly shiny in the sun, and it exudes a mixture of strength and beauty. The black panther is particularly shocking to people's vision.This fascinated Rogers, who was originally terrified. He just sat beside the black panther, quietly watching the magical black panther that could only talk and suddenly appeared.

Until the black panther, who seemed to have had enough sun, snorted coldly, and was about to stand up and maybe prepare to leave, Rogers said in a hurry: "Black panther...Mr. black panther, you, hello."

The panther, which was about to leave, turned its head and looked at Rogers. Before it walked away with graceful steps, it said in a low and magical voice: "It's not too stupid, what's your name?"

Seeing the back of the panther leaving without looking back, Rogers raised his voice and shouted: "Steven.Rogers, you can call me Steven."

In the far distance of the forest, in the direction where the black panther left, just when Rogers was about to leave, the magnetic voice just now sounded faintly: "Severus. Snape."

It took Rogers a long time to realize that it should be the name of the mysterious Mr. Black Panther. The name slipped into his mouth and muttered a few times, and Rogers remembered the name in his heart.

Blissfully walking back the way he came, it didn't take long for Rogers to walk out of the forest, as if the place wasn't far from the small village.Back in his familiar house, sitting comfortably on the sofa with his legs curled up, Rogers was still thinking about what happened by the lake of that beautiful lake in the forest.He clapped his hands suddenly, and found his sketchbook from the satchel he was still carrying. He planned to draw today's events. Rogers held the sharpened pencil, looked at the white sketch paper, and picked up the pen several times, but couldn't figure out where to start.Rogers, who was sitting blankly, passed by for almost an hour, and the sketch paper was still white and clean. With a long sigh, Rogers put away his pen and covered the sketchbook.The picture in his memory is so beautiful, but he has no way to start, and he doesn't know how to write.

For the first time since painting, Rogers gave up recording his favorite things on the painting, put away his painting tools, ate, packed and slept in a daze, and just spent the night like this.The next morning, Rogers woke up early. He took the satchel containing the painting tools, the sandwiches and the kettle filled with water in his hand, and set off for the forest.

Walking according to the feeling again, this time the time to reach the lake was obviously much faster than yesterday, Rogers saw the beautiful lake again, and at the same time found the black, it was still by the lake or the lazy and domineering pose.It should have heard the sound of Rogers coming, its black triangular ears shook quickly, and it looked in the direction of Rogers.

"Good morning, Mr. Snape." Rogers smiled involuntarily, uncontrollably attracted by the beautiful and peaceful scene in front of him again.

"Morning." Nodding humanely, Mr. Snape, the black panther, fell silent again, the difference being that his eyes never left Rogers who had already walked to his seat.

One person and one animal communicate briefly from time to time, and the words are simple, such as the weather is good, the lake is very clear, and this place is beautiful, such topics are not nutritious.After a fruitless exchange, when the sun was about to set, Mr. Snape would get up and leave, and when the black figure was completely out of sight, Rogers would also leave in the opposite direction.

For many days that followed, one person and one beast accompanied each other in such a pattern.Until one day, Rogers, who really wanted to draw the lake and the black panther Mr. Snape into the sketchbook, made a request to Mr. Snape: "Can you let me draw a picture?"

Mr. Snape and Rogers looked at each other, and there was no trace of emotion in the eyes that usually revealed wisdom and calmness. Rogers was a little nervous to be looked at like this, and at the same time, there was a faint feeling in his heart. Rogers unconsciously looked away in such a panic for the first time, and he turned his attention to the sketchbook on his lap. He wanted to go back to the time just now and stop himself from making such a request.

When Rogers was struggling, Mr. Snape was particularly sweet, with a voice that would touch the heart and make the whole body go limp, with a sigh like Rogers had never heard before, "If that's what you want."

Rogers wanted to ask Mr. Snape why he was a little strange, but Mr. Snape wanted to leave, and it left a sentence saying that he would wait for it here tomorrow morning, without giving Rogers a chance to ask.

The next morning Rogers walked down to the lake in a daze, a little listless. He had been thinking all night before parting with Mr. Snape, and no matter what the situation was, Mr. Snape was already waiting for him by the lake.

After Rogers sat down on the ground and took out a pen and sketchbook from his satchel, Mr. Snape, who had been silent all this time, said, "Draw."

Rogers looked uncertainly at Mr. Snape, and Mr. Snape was looking at him too, with an emotion in his eyes that Rogers couldn't see through.

One afternoon passed, and Rogers drew very seriously. He carefully drew the scenery he saw in front of him and the protagonist of the painting on the sketchbook.The sun was about to go down, and Rogers' painting was finished before the sun went down. He raised his head and moved the stiff Potts, and then handed the sketchbook to Mr. Snape who had been sitting all day, and happily shared his painting.The scene in the painting was almost exactly the same as the one in front of me, the difference was that there was a person sitting next to Mr. Snape in the painting, and that person was of course Sao Nian himself.

"Very good." Mr. Snape looked at the sketchbook, and it took him a long time to come up with a short comment.

Afterwards, Rogers said goodbye to Mr. Snape, and Rogers, who was walking home in the opposite direction of the forest with his sketchbook in his hands, did not see Mr. Snape, who had not left by the lake, watching his back, and waited for a long time before leaving.

The next morning Rogers woke up after a good night's sleep, took his food and his satchel with his painting tools, and walked deep into the forest as usual.When he came to the lake, Rogers didn't see Mr. Snape who usually came earlier than him. Rogers thought that Mr. Snape would arrive later today. He sat in the old position, holding food in his left hand and writing and drawing in his right hand, waiting for Mr. Snape.Before he knew it, he finished his food, raised his head and looked around, but Mr. Snape still didn't come, he lowered his head and flipped through yesterday's painting, looking at the painting that was not very expressive but also satisfied him and continued to wait .

Until it got dark, Rogers, who was sitting by the lake, still didn't wait for Mr. Snape's arrival. Rogers was very worried that he didn't care about the painting utensils and satchel that he hadn't packed in time, and walked in the direction where Mr. Snape left every day. Rogers kept walking forward, not afraid of any unknown dangers that this strange road might bring him. When Rogers kept walking until he heard movement ahead, Rogers thought he was going to where Mr. Snape's group was territory.He was not afraid that he might meet a strange leopard, so he ran towards the sound.

Through the grass and trees, what was waiting for him was not Mr. Snape or some strange leopard, but the magical Rogers returned to his village. Rogers turned around and looked back. He was clearly heading further into the forest, so how could he have returned to his village. Rogers didn't believe it, he turned and ran back, came to the lake again, didn't see Mr Snape, and continued walking.At the end, he saw his own village not far away again. He went back and forth several times, but he couldn't find any other way, and he couldn't find Mr. Snape either.

Rogers didn't give up, he searched for a whole day that day, he even chose another direction, no matter what route he chose, he could only return to his village in the end.After that day, he still came to the lake as usual, but he didn't see Mr. Snape. He kept waiting, hoping that one day Mr. Snape would meet him again and tell him that he had something to do during this time so he didn't come to the lake. .

But hope is good, the reality is that it has been more than a month, and Rogers still has not waited for Mr. Snape.Rogers, who was sitting paralyzed by the lake, looked at the lake, thinking about the scene when he met Mr. Snape at that time, and thinking about Mr. Snape's company during those days.He sat up again, took out his sketchbook from his satchel, and opened it to the drawing of himself and Mr. Snape.

"I don't want this painting, can you come back?" Muttering in a low voice, Rogers made a decision, he tore the painting out of the sketchbook, and then ruthlessly tore the painting to pieces.

Holding the pile of debris in his hand, Rogers stood up and turned his head to look at the direction Mr. Snape left each time. He ran out of the forest with the pile of debris and returned to his home.At home he lit a fire and burned the pile of fragments where the painting was still vaguely visible, and when this was done, Rogers lay in bed, thinking only of what would happen to Mr Snape without the painting. Will just show up again.

Thinking about Rogers, who hadn't had a good rest recently, fell asleep. The next day, near the afternoon, Rogers, who was overtired, woke up from his sleep. Dizzy head, when he wakes up, the day will turn dark again and prepare for night time. With the last hope, Rogers opened the door staggeringly, and walked towards the forest. His strides were large, and he was worried that Mr. Snape would leave again if he didn't see him when he came back.On the way, he accidentally bumped into a passerby. He apologized in a hurry and wanted to leave without raising his head to see the situation clearly.

"You missed something." A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Rogers stopped in his tracks.

Rogers turned around and looked back. There was only a tall black-haired man behind him, the one who was almost knocked over by him, right?But the voice came from behind, and Rogers heard it clearly. He looked around, and it was almost dinner time, and there were few people on the street.

"Isn't your sketchbook very precious? Why did you throw it by the lake." The black-haired man who had been ignored by him raised the thing in his hand and walked towards Rogers, "I wouldn't have picked it up if I had known."

"S...Severus!" Rogers believed that he absolutely did not mistake the voice, and the very familiar expression on his face.

"I know my own name, don't need to be so loud, idiot." The black-haired man admitted his identity in a disguised form, and he staggered his eyes, "Would you like it, don't you...it's up to me."

"Yes!" Rogers walked forward unsteadily, leaped forward, and hugged Mr. Snape who had made him wait for a long time.

The two then went back to Rogers' house, and since then Rogers and Mr. Snape have lived together. Rogers still likes to draw, and still draws the things he likes, but he doesn't draw Mr. Snape anymore.

The End.

Cough cough... Who said it was over! ! !Such a strange story! ! !Let's understand a detail, please rewind the camera to the time when Rogers and Snape first met, yes!Not fast forward!Not the time for them to kiss and do shy things! !Who controls it, the technology is so poor!Fast forward and backward will not be divided!

correct! Rogers found a handsome black panther sitting next to him, so he stopped here!Let's get closer, no mistake, get closer ╭(╯3╰)╮... It's not that you want to kiss Rogers, the point is completely wrong!Looking at the lake where it is said that you can see the other half of your life, Mr. Snape noticed the picture on the lake, why do you think of kissing Rogers?

Rogers, a literary and artistic young man with a surprised expression on the lake, sat beside him a black-haired man with a stinky face.The old lake fairy waited for the man and beast to leave the forest, then floated out of the lake, stroked his long silver-white beard, and said meaningfully, "The other half of my life, oh hehehehe~"

The story really ends!