The Mortal

His thoughts spread out without limit.He'd never imagined what Snape's life would be like before - nothing more than confronting the cauldron in a gloomy cellar, or giving scathing comments on a dissertation that was judged to be a disaster.

"I think that's at least easier than not eating for two months," Snape said.

Harry converted that into a simple yes. "So you...you still go out to buy food." He automatically interpreted the way Snape was picking ingredients between the shelves in his head, which was a bit novel, but not unacceptable, if the items on the shelves were replaced with potion ingredients... …

"Stop." Snape interrupted impatiently.

"What?" Harry returned to his senses in a daze. "I didn't say anything," he protested.

Snape sneered. "Yes. But reading your face is a complete substitute for insanity."

As if there were others who could do this. Harry rubbed his face thinking.Mentioning this made him reflexively think of Occlumency, and the class tutoring they had nearly killed each other in fifth grade.So he decided to just skip this paragraph.

"Okay," he said. "If you don't want to go there, I'll bring it back to you."

"Potter, why is the definition of 'unnecessary' not included in your dictionary?"

Even though Snape's point was so clear, he ended up coming back with a bunch of stuff. Harry shoved most of them in front of Snape, his expression calm and innocent.The latter just cast a disdainful look at this and then moved away.

"I bought books, the kind of academic books that I couldn't understand what they were talking about but were said to be very powerful," he said.

"I seriously doubt that there are inches of overlap between Muggle and wizarding academics." Snape was not in the least interested.

"I got them on the Philosophy bookshelf, and they look as charming as the thick tomes you always carry." Harry blinked, "And the new issue of Potions Research that just came out in Diagon Alley." He said slowly Add one more sentence.

The former professor looked back.

The savior childishly tied a knot at the mouth of the pocket. "Take them all if you want." He said with a sly smile.

The look on Snape's face was one to remember forever.But he knew he had won anyway, and when Snape slammed the door angrily with his stuff, his face cracked with laughter - especially when he later found out that the predominantly black clothes (he had smuggled a few A dark green and dark gray one) was really used in the right place - that is, Snape's unprecedented sense of accomplishment made him turn the dining table into a national recipe exhibition conference.

But that's it.

In the next few days, he had a deep understanding of Slytherin's degree of vengeance and revenge methods - for this he almost wanted to thank Malfoy for his mercy - and after comparison, it was obvious that Snape was superior.

The most intuitive consequence of insisting on disabling magic in life is that you have to clean the house yourself. Harry had originally used this task as a way to help calm his nerves, but with one more person on the sidelines pouring the venom - Snape always managed to be sharply critical of his every move - he was left with a feeling.

fuck it.

But he will never admit defeat, never.Gryffindor's persistence was playing out, and he began to spend his energy on introducing Muggle products to Snape, from televisions to air conditioners, various functions of mobile phones, and the wonderful music of record players. Infiltrating that into Snape's perception - it's hard to tell if it's getting any results at all.

He didn't have to be so annoying, either.

Harry found time to go to St. Mungo's, where he learned more definitive information from a conversation with a therapist that the loss of magic power that had happened to Snape was almost irreversible. Nagini was a magical creature. Although the rescue action he had taken away part of the venom, the rest was enough to inflict severe damage on any wizard. Snape's health was not damaged thanks to his powerful magic power.

This condemned Snape for the rest of his life.And he, the savior of the wizarding world, the boy who grew up protected by this man, could do nothing about it.He could only seem reckless to incorporate bits and pieces of things that might help into their lives, with a faint hope in his heart that Snape would be able to recover and hope that someday these would no longer be needed.

Although he was really about to go crazy.

"You're racist." Harry broke out in yet another argument. "Muggles are not useless."

"I never said that," Snape responded casually. "And I didn't. There's a fundamental difference between discrimination and contempt."

Hold.So it's still the ruthless look down on the lower creatures by the fucking higher races.As much as Snape is intellectually happy to attack him in all directions - please how do ordinary humans understand the effect of cutting aconite into 1mm and 2mm filaments, etc.?

"Then tell me what you're looking at." He pointed to Kant's Critique of Pure Reason in Snape's hand. "Muggle books. And you read them yesterday, and you haven't thrown them away today. Don't think I didn't find out."

"How could I be surprised? Congratulations, your observation skills are so keen. The world is saved." The latter turned a page.

Harry ignored the usual sarcasm. "So you think Muggles still have merit."

"Knowledge deserves respect at all times. I think it's hard for you to understand that, Potter. Human intelligence doesn't change with status."

"Then why are you so resistant to assimilating into Muggle life?" Harry asked.

"Thanks to you, I thought I was already living miserably surrounded by Muggles."

"That's different. You haven't been out all week," he said emphatically, "and Mrs. Anderson asked me if you were sick."

Snape looked up from the book.He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands over the pages.

"I can't remember ever giving you the right to interfere in my life," he pointed out mercilessly. "It's still not surprising that you finally want to go back on what you said."

This is just a general concern. Harry wanted to say this but his lips turned around, "I see." Then he picked up an apple from the coffee table and began to peel it with a paring knife.He knows where the boundaries are.

The red peel fell round and round.It's easier than dealing with potion ingredients, and he can keep going until the end, as long as he concentrates enough.

"Potter."

The young man who was named softly made a nasal voice of inquiry.

"You have nothing else to do?" Snape asked, frowning slightly. "Don't tell me your job is to clean the house."

In fact, it's almost the same, he just came here to take a vacation, isn't it the reward for saving the world?

"If you mean the committee, there really isn't much going on." Harry explained, "In the beginning, there were a lot of problems. The wizards who came back to settle down would occasionally lose control of themselves. Magic is always difficult to restrain. But more than When dealing with those little incidents, what I do most often is to write various paper reports about it. But it has been better for a few months."

"So you're wasting your time in pointless idleness." Snape said, looking at his downcast profile.

Harry's lips moved slightly, then pressed together again.He looked at the broken peel, smiled slightly, and took a big bite with a click as if nothing had happened.

"You have a peculiar way of driving people away. I read, though." He shrugged when he heard a jeer. "Experience tells us that something is in such-and-such a state, but it doesn't tell us that it can't be otherwise. -Look, you're surprised. It sounds familiar, doesn't it? I've read that book in your hand too."

Snape looked at him scrutinizingly.Of course, there was a little surprise.

"I still take care of you." He continued.This time the sneer turned into a glare. "I'm your guarantor and guide, remember? I know how difficult it is to suddenly fall into this environment, too many unfamiliar things, and I want to make sure you have no problems without me .”

These words immediately had the desired effect, that is, the sarcastic remarks from the other side.

"In fact, survival became such a difficult proposition after you came along." Snape's straight spine leaned forward slightly. "And enough, Potter, pack your pity and excess heroism."

"Heroism?" Harry repeated softly.

"What else?" Snape asked, irritability evident in his voice. "I don't need anyone else to save my miserable life, especially you, Mr. Potter."

"...I'm really sorry, I thought you realized how annoying I was nine years ago." Harry threw the core into the trash can with a soft snap. "By the way, your interpretation is completely wrong. Why should I pity a person who has the strength to criticize me so much that I can't hold my head up. I'm doing my job, and I would do it with anyone."

Shit.Anybody he'd choose to throw the person somewhere else and leave a copy of the "Muggle Life Guide" as an exchange.

“Including turning everyday meals into Christmas dinners, providing a full box of unopened DVDs of different kinds, and not leaving the house except for shopping.