[HP]Two Snape

That night, unfortunately, many people got drunk.These include, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape...and, Sirius Black.

Convinced that he can't think about the past like an old man all day, Sirius goes to the Three Broomsticks - to have fun.

It's just unavoidable, when I drink, I think of the foursomes in the past, and I feel a little sad... About why every time I go out for a drink, there are foursomes... Maybe it's because Sirius lived in Potter's house for a while, so James was lucky enough to meet The appearance of Sirius when he was drunk, I have to say that Sirius' wine quality is really not that good...

So every time we go out to drink and chat or something, the group of four basically dispatches together.

Just for the sake of his brother's face, it's right that James didn't tell Sirius about this...

So, after drinking a whole bottle of Flame Whiskey, Sirius greeted everyone with a smile, paid the bill, and then directly apparated from the bar door and returned to Grimmauld Square—the drunken and crazy mode of Sirius officially started.

When Lupine, who was anxiously waiting at home for the return of the father and son who was not meant to be trained, heard what seemed to be a strange sound at the door—opened the door, Sirius had jumped up and down crazily!Clothes!dance!

Seeing Remus, Sirius was not shy at all, but waved his hand generously, "Hey, Moon Face, look at me... Hiccup, do you imitate, do you look like it? Do you look like Sylvie? Ya, ha, I know your kid had a crush on her before..."

!!!

Remus was dumbfounded, but the remaining rationality told him that he had to, immediately, immediately, bring this thing into the house, even if there was a Muggle-repelling spell in front of the house, but in case—ahem, in case there was a sudden Members of the Order of the Phoenix coming, or, Harry's sudden return?

Subconsciously covering his nose, Remus couldn't think about the question of where Harry's dead child is now that Sirius is back.

Then... well, the lights went out, the "moon" was full, and the werewolf became "wolf-like", eating up the drunk dogs... and then, it was dawn.

Merlin will give people a surprise every morning!

Or scare.

Or maybe both.

It's clearly a mature and handsome middle-aged man's face, even with a vicissitudes and sexy beard... However, with a dull expression on his face, there is no sense of disobedience.

However, before Sirius realized what the situation in front of him was, he heard the door being roughly opened, and then there was a rush of footsteps rushing up to the second floor...

Harry!

Sirius suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten to pick Harry up last night, that is to say, Harry just came back now? !Then where did he spend the night last night...Damn it, no...

Sirius turned pale, oh, Merlin, don't make such a joke, did Harry spend the night with his cheap nephew last night...

Two drunk young men with blood...

Oh, his nephew is Malfoy's seed after all, and he's not bad looking...

Die, die, what is he thinking now!Also, it’s not like drinking alcohol will definitely cause it... Sirius glanced guiltyly at Remus who was still sleeping soundly on the bed—oh, the red marks on the back of Moon’s face, the swelling on his chest—it’s definitely not him do it!

With a stiff face, Sirius stretched out his hand to the bedside table, where there was always a hangover potion—a habit that James had forced out, drinking the unpleasant hangover potion, Sirius got out of bed in a daze, and decided that he would still It's better to take care of his godson first, as for the rest, let's talk about it...

Over there, Harry ran back to his room with a pale face, oh, he just disapparated from Spider's End, he just attacked, attacked Snape? !

He wasn't going to come out with his wand, no, that's not the point, he was going to go out and chat with Draco, and then, and then go home...

What the hell happened last night?Harry banged his head with a headache... damn hangover!

"Harry?" Sirius stood at the door of Harry's room and knocked, holding a bottle of hangover potion in his hand, "I think maybe you need this."

"Little, Sirius?" Harry looked up, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Sirius' heart sank, he couldn't... be guessed by him, right?

"You last night..."

"I last night..."

The two opened their mouths at the same time, and shut their mouths at the same time, looking at each other.

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

Sirius sighed helplessly, "Well, I wanted to ask you, Harry, were you with little Malfoy last night?"

"..." Harry was puzzled, "No, of course not."

Sirius heaved a sigh of relief, the stone hanging in his throat finally fell to the ground.

"Well, I don't think...not at all." Sirius looked at Harry's neck, the base of his ears, and the smooth and clean pajamas on his body with great experience...

"Your clothes are... where did you sleep last night?" Sirius became nervous again, why did the clothes look familiar.

"Oh, I, I was going to tell you." Harry looked away uncomfortably, and at this moment, he actually realized that they didn't actually do anything last night.

"Last night I had, uh, a bunch of Muggle stalkers, but, you know..."

Harry shrugged pretending to be indifferent, "I can't use magic, and I also drank too much... Then..."

Harry feigned anger and disgust, "Snape saved me, he made me sleep on the floor of his house!"

"What? How could a snotlite go so far..." Sirius was furious, but in the next second he suddenly felt thankful that Snape didn't send Harry home last night...otherwise it was very likely that something happened between him and Lyme ...

Sirius just felt a tight ass, uh, maybe he should get some medicine.

"Oh, Harry, then you should rest a little longer, I mean, beware of the cold, that bloody snotlite made you sleep on the floor." Sirius stammered, "I won't disturb your rest, son. "

"Wait a minute, that..." Harry stopped Sirius, "Godfather, tomorrow, I'm going back to school...but I haven't bought any stationery and books..."

"I almost forgot, time flies, Harry." Sirius apologized, "I really don't want you to go to school so soon." Sirius stepped forward and hugged Harry.

"I don't want to leave you either." Harry mumbled, he couldn't see Sirius so often at school.

Due to the clarification of the misunderstanding that year, Sirius returned to the Auror team as the vice-captain, and Remus also left Hogwarts because he wanted to help Sirius take care of the family business. Gwartz's professor still made him feel guilty and worried. After all, he almost killed him directly back then...

"Okay..." Sirius prolonged his voice on purpose, "So, now you sleep for a while, shall we go shopping in Diagon Alley in the afternoon? I think you will like the latest...the rocket crossbow?"

"Of course!" Even though he was no longer a child, Harry's eyes lit up when he heard the word "rocket crossbow". Oh, can he have that rocket crossbow again? !

This is something to be happy about!At this moment, the sadness of parting is also slightly diluted.

The next day, Sirius and Remus, who suddenly got along a little strangely, sent Harry to the Hogwarts Express together.

Harry was happy with the situation of these two people. How to put it, although he didn't know what happened, these two people finally stopped getting along with each other pretending to be brothers all day long, and he didn't want it either. The regrets of the past happened again.

He could see that the two of them now...at least realized each other's intentions.

But what Harry didn't know was that the progress of his godfather and future godmother was much faster than he thought.

Finally, when the train arrived at the station, Hagrid was still guiding the freshmen to enter the school, while Harry and his group followed Filch to the carriage.

After the usual sorting ceremony in the new semester, Dumbledore stepped forward, raised his hands, and pressed down, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"I believe everyone has seen that this year, we will have some special guests. This is for..." Dumbledore tapped the edge of the table unconsciously, and he remembered the content of the discussion.

Both Snape and Snape advocated not to interfere with the death eaters' prison escape that should have happened in history. After all, they have now found a way to eliminate the soul tablet on Harry's forehead, and Harry has also learned the Patronus Charm, basically There is little chance of accidents happening in the world, but even if they wiped out the Horcruxes...

If Voldemort's resurrection is prevented, their plan will have a change, because they don't know that without the "help" of the Death Eaters, they have no way to determine where Voldemort is, so if the plan has a change, things will become more complicated .

As for participating, Snape suggested that Dumbledore discuss with the Ministry of Magic to cancel the age limit. After all, they knew that Crouch Jr. would definitely make Harry be selected, so why should Harry be discussed among the students?

Dumbledore showed a smile of unknown meaning, and announced to the students the next matter about the Triwizard Tournament. After successfully arousing the discussion among the students of the Fourth Academy, he dropped another bomb, "In addition , What I want to tell you is that in order to be as fair and just as possible, we will not set an age limit for this Triwizard Tournament, and students who think they are strong enough can sign up..."

Dumbledore paused, his eyes flickering, "But what I have to remind you is the degree of danger in this match, and the magic contract that you cannot regret once you are selected. I hope you can think about it clearly."

"What? There is no age limit!" George and Fred exclaimed in surprise.

"You lied to me! Are you saying that students must be at least 17 years old to participate?" Ron put down his fork angrily, and threw his teeth and claws at the twins.

"Oh, come on, little Ronnie." George restrained Ron's flailing paws.

"Yeah, you see we didn't mean it." Fred jumped up and sat on Ron's kicking feet.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Haven't you seen your brother teaching your brother?" George and Fred said with smirks.

Harry turned his head silently and lit the wax for Ron...

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