[Comprehensive British and American] Magic London

Chapter [-]: The Truth Finally Revealed

"Severus...Little Sev..." Harry closed his eyes to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of the frame, "This is the only way to make both of you happy. I don't know what the professor/professor will do after seeing me I won't call out idiots."

Snape was very sensitive to Harry's emotions, and when they met again, he noticed that Harry had a decisive aura.In the next relationship, facing the young man who no longer restrained his emotions except confessing, Snape felt distressed and at the same time began to worry.He was afraid that Harry's blood would be impulsive, and he would do irreparable things in places he couldn't touch.

As the end of the term approaches, Harry appears less and less in the Room of Requirement, one is to not disturb the students/students reviewing, and the other is because of the recent increase in attacks/attacks by Death Eaters, he needs to devote more energy to During the activities of the Order of the Phoenix, Headmaster Dumbledore now relies heavily on this helper.

Resisting the anxiety in his heart, Snape kept his mind on the crucible but let it out, and he was just cooking it mechanically.Fortunately, his many years of experience and instinct are still there, but the finished product like this is no longer up to the original standard of a potion master.

Putting the fire out with a wave of his hand, Snape looked at the empty cauldron, only to feel that his heart was equally empty.He needed to be on the battlefield, he wanted to be... by Harry's side.So... it's time to end all this, this wonderful time like playing a house.

After the last exam/test, Snape returned to the dormitory and handed the pre-written letter to Wend to bring to Harry, and then he put on a black robe and walked to the Gryffindor tower.After walking back and forth in front of the tapestry three times, the silent boy pushed open the heavy door.

In a cold and dark room, countless glass bottles are placed on wooden shelves along the wall, containing various soaked specimens.Four long tables were placed in the room, and the small cauldrons on the table were emitting white smoke.

When Harry received the letter, he was making plans for his next attack on the Death Eaters. He checked back and forth for a long time before he was sure that there was only one word on the letterhead.Out of a certain tacit understanding, he guessed that this was the secret word for entering the Room of Response.

'Perhaps little Sif wanted to celebrate the end of term? '

With this in mind, the flying professor came to the eighth floor cheerfully, thinking that the secret word 'First' might represent/means that little Sif still has the confidence to get the first place this time.

"...Sev?" After pushing open the door, Harry looked at the young man standing on the podium with his arms folded around his chest, his eyes swept across the familiar scene, and an unbelievable feeling suddenly surged in his heart.His voice trembled slightly, "What are you...doing?" Seeing the serious expression of little Sif, Harry spoke a little smoother, "There are so many small cauldrons, it will be troublesome to take care of them, right? Do you need me to help you with something?"

Snape walked slowly towards Harry, his hands hidden in his robes clenched into fists, "I need you to answer me three questions.

Harry looked at the condescending young man and couldn't help swallowing. He held his breath and nodded, motioning for the other party to speak.

"What would I get if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?" Snape stopped hesitating, trying to imitate his own tone in the 'before' with a steady voice.

"What... what?!" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief.I only heard the other party continue to speak, "Tsk, it looks like you don't know. If I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

Harry's eyes became wider and wider, and some physiological drops of water even appeared due to the soreness. He took two steps forward and grabbed the opponent's collar, raised his head and said for sure, "...Sev?"

"Finally, tell me what is the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolfsbane aconite." Snape sighed, reaching out to hold Harry's slightly sweaty palm.

"There's no difference!" Harry replied loudly, unable to hold back the surge of emotion anymore, he finally realized that the mature eyes on the young face in front of him were not an illusion. "They are the same plant." Just like little Sif and Sif, the two people who moved his heart are basically the same existence.Thinking of what he had learned about 'Little Sif', Harry roared angrily/ashamedly/successfully: "Damn old bat! Is it fun to play with me?!"

Snape shook his head slowly, his eyes serious and persistent, "No, I just... want to make sure of your heart."

Thinking of his recent performance, Harry couldn't help but blush, and he asked calmly, "So are you sure?"

"You love me." Snape smiled, "Harry Potter loves Severus Snape. Harry Cullen loves Severus Snape."

"You are such a bastard." Harry shouted angrily, "You clearly know what I mean, but you hide in the dark and play tricks on me. Now I have decided not to love you anymore."

Snape made a troubled expression cooperatively, "It's too bad, I'm only good at brewing potions, but... I think/making a cake can't be difficult."

Hearing that the other party was making fun of his poor way of making peace, Harry resisted the urge to laugh, and now he had to ask something clearly, "When... did you come back?" F...then he has been...for so many years...

"Stupid." Snape reached out and poked the young man's forehead with two fingers, and successfully got a glare to interrupt the other's cranky thoughts, "It was during last summer vacation."

After being reminded, Harry immediately guessed the specific time, "After that Cruciatus Curse?"

Snape waved his hand, and a soft/soft sofa appeared beside him. He pulled Harry to sit on it before speaking again, "After being attacked by the Cruciatus Curse, my soul was injured and entered a state of self-protection. The identity of a bystander revisited the memory of the past."

Just thinking of the pain of the Cruciatus Curse, Harry's heart softened/slowed down. He tentatively stretched out his hand to caress/touch the other person's cheek, and confirmed, "Sev?"

"It's me." Snape's voice was steady and reliable, "Whether it's Severus, Sev, or Professor Snape, it's all - it's me."

"Merlin..." Harry buried his head in the arms in front of him, and hugged him tightly, "Please tell me this is not a dream."

Snape sighed, and embraced the slightly trembling body in front of him.After hesitating for a moment, he lifted Harry's chin and leaned slightly to kiss the lips that had been tempting him.

The author has something to say: Everyone has already guessed that Little Sif and Big Sif are the same person~

The work of uncovering the secrets should be done by Sif, stupid ha is too slow 囧 orz

First represents the first confrontation between Harry and Seaver~

Well, I'm so obedient that I don't even write about abuse, everyone just pretend to be a bully! ~