Chapter 20

The bar remains the same as before.

Harry looked around, but didn't see what he was hoping for. He quietly took a deep breath, and then exhaled, disappointed and thankful.

Approaching the bar, Tommy looked up and saw him, and said hello, "Harry?"

"Huh?" Harry responded subconsciously, "Hello..."

"You haven't been here for a long time! It's a pity that today is not Saturday." Tommy shook the shaker in his hand and said in a fancy way, "Your man is not here either."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at those words, and he walked closer to the bar and sat down, as if he didn't care, but couldn't help but ask, "Severus—is he still here on Saturday?"

"Yeah, he comes every Saturday." Tommy shrugged and continued to decorate the cocktail.

Harry turned his head slightly, and couldn't help thinking, why is Snape still here?Has something to do with him?Maybe not?

"What is he doing here?" Harry continued to ask irresistibly.

"Oh... I don't know?" Tommy smiled happily, "Maybe he's waiting for something... Speaking of which, I thought you wouldn't come again."

"Huh? Huh." Harry answered absently, wanting to hear Tommy continue.

Tommy looked at Harry again, "You look a little different today."

"What?..." Harry didn't pay attention to this sentence, his eyes wandered back and forth in the bar, still not the man he cared about.

"Give me a drink." Harry looked away, resting his slack arms on the bar.

"what would you like?"

"random."

"There's no casualness here," said Tommy sharply, and then asked casually, "Are your eyes actually green?"

Harry suddenly remembered that he forgot to disguise himself when he left the old house in a hurry today——

He immediately raised his hand, covered his forehead, and put down his palm again.That's right, Snape won't show up, and Muggles don't know him... Harry didn't deny Tommy's words in a daze, and asked subconsciously, "How did you recognize me?"

"How did you recognize you?" Tommy was surprised, and he was still mixing wine in his hand, and he walked away and said to Harry, "—your eyes just changed color, oh, by the way, you didn't wear makeup today There is an extra scar on your head...Maybe not as good-looking as before, but it's not important, you still look like this anyway."

Harry took two sips of the ale Tommy offered him, his heart constricted at the unintentional remark, his thoughts a little lost, and Tommy's answer left Harry at a loss.

Tommy sent the wine away and came back again. He looked at the green-eyed Harry twice and said, "It's just that the color of the eyes has changed. Why can't I recognize you?"

Tommy's reconfirmed words made Harry, who was holding the wine glass, tremble all over. He restrained himself and took a deep breath.

Snape didn't recognize him, however.

Snape didn't recognize him?The concealed doubts swarmed up, mixed with indescribable... embarrassment.Harry wondered if he and Snape...Harry dodged the question again, and didn't...Snape, maybe, didn't know?

At the moment, this must be difficult, and Harry still doesn't know the exact answer.

Harry was flustered, but Snape wasn't...he decided not to think about it any further.

Anyway, it doesn't make much sense.

Harry closed his eyes and began to clear his mind.

The wine was also empty, but Harry, who seemed to be indifferent, was actually a little lost. He stood up and was about to leave.

"I'm leaving."

Tommy also saw off the guests as before, waving casually and saying, "Walk slowly, welcome to visit next time."

Harry didn't say anything, he waved casually, turned and walked out of the bar.

He was extremely thankful that he hadn't met Snape.

However, he didn't leave any words for Tommy to pass on to Snape.

Harry walked out of the bar, stopping suddenly, before it occurred to him that maybe he should ask Tommy to tell Snape... not to wait for him any longer.

No, maybe not... If it was wrong, it would show how self-indulgent he was.

It would leave traces, and might be caught by the shrewd Snape—Harry didn't turn around, and continued on his way back without stopping.

Even though he hesitated, he still didn't stop.

Maybe it's something to be afraid of.

Harry continued to vacillate, as if at the beginning, he knew it was good to pretend that everything didn't exist, and buried it silently.

Even when he saw Snape again, he did still want to...

Harry flinched.

Desire, but that's it...so much.

Harry took no action.

However, Harry also seemed to have forgotten that he still accidentally left a mark, and carved a mark in the heart of a certain man fiercely and with thick pen and ink.

Even when nothing seems to exist...

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Time slipped silently and quickly.

The Saturday that was left behind by Harry came again, and he still disappeared without a trace.

Evening, 12:00pm

Another man appeared in the bar whom Harry expected, sighed, and avoided.

He remained silent, patrolling back and forth in the bar, familiar but without the existence he was looking for.

Snape sat at the bar for a rare occasion, ordered a glass of spirits, and began to sip silently.

As if he was alone, he looked lonely and lonely.

This time, Tommy, who had watched him back and forth for weeks, finally looked up at Snape when he had time to wipe his glass.

This man didn't appear at the bar most of the time, Tommy was still wiping the wine glass in his hand, watching carefully this Snape who rarely approached.He looked like he was in his thirties, with a serious and indifferent face combined with that aquiline nose, which looked too... unpleasant, fierce and gloomy.

Tommy shrugged and finally said, "I guess your patience is running out?"

Snape frowned, he turned his head slightly, still drinking his wine indifferently, he didn't respond to Tommy's words, but raised his black eyes to look at him.

"Harry broke your heart, didn't you?" Tommy said amusedly. "I guess this is your last week here? Thinking of giving up?"

Snape frowned coldly, showing a hint of irritability, obviously this was not what he wanted to know——

"Do you know where he is?" Snape said finally.

"No." Tommy shrugged irresponsibly, wiped his glass carefully and said, "Your beloved boy probably won't come, that's true, isn't it? Oh—he did, but you weren't here .”

"Has he been here?" Snape asked immediately.

"Yeah, came and went, I told him you were waiting for him... He looked a little disturbed, but he left anyway." Tommy said casually.

After a moment's silence, Snape whispered, "Didn't he say he was coming back?"

"No." Tommy suggested. "Maybe you can stop waiting for him."

Snape stared at Tommy coldly at the words.

"Don't deny it!" Tommy sneered. "You're waiting for someone, but maybe he doesn't care that much about you—maybe you should just hope you run into this boy on the street one day... oh yeah, maybe I should tell you, he still has these green eyes, which may be different from how he saw you..."

"Green eyes?" Snape paused, his breathing suddenly caught.

"Yeah." Tommy gave Snape a strange look, and continued, "Is it weird? I think he just put on a little make-up and contact lenses... Hey, don't worry, he actually looks It's the same as usual, except for an ugly scar on the head."

"Scars," Snape murmured softly.

"Yeah, I guess he thinks his scars are ugly... But his appearance hasn't changed, it's exactly the same as before, it's not difficult to recognize, but unfortunately you can't know where he will appear, right? After finishing speaking, Tommy put down the crystal clear wine glass with some sympathy, and patted Snape on the shoulder casually.

Snape quietly listened to Tommy's casual words, the whiskey in his hand had already run out, and he was in a trance because of Tommy's words of lies.

'His eyes are actually green...he has an ugly scar on his head...he looks exactly the same as before, it's not difficult to recognize--'

Yes, that's right, something whispered inside Snape, sneering, they looked exactly the same, there was no difference - only the eyes had changed, and there was one less scar on the head.

What made him think he couldn't recognize who the boy was?

He didn't want to recognize it.

The anxious waiting was meaningless from the start, and he knew it.

The bitter answer was finally revealed completely.

Snape's hypnosis on himself was finally completely destroyed, which made him feel a burning pain.

"What does the scar on his head look like?"

"A bolt of lightning."

How could Harry Potter not know who he was?

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched into a sneer, Harry didn't want to see him, they should just end it - pretending they were strangers to each other.

Well, like he'd met him at the Ministry of Magic - actually he knew, always knew.

Snape put down the wine glass in his hand, slowly felt the weakness in his heart, but still stood up neatly, turned around and walked out of the bar, leaving, his muscles pulled his heart with sharp pain, scorching anger, cheated Unwilling... to be deceived?Maybe not to mention cheating!

Maybe Harry wasn't cheating...not even cheating!His heart was roaring.

He told him from the beginning that his name was Harry.

He is still the same.

It's just...they didn't expose each other.

And now, maybe it's impossible to continue deceiving myself... Maybe, this is the boy telling him that he doesn't love him.

This thought made Snape feel as if he had been hit hard, and the ridiculous feeling of being deceived was even stronger. The extravagant hope in his heart had always been a sharp thorn, pierced in the bottom of his heart, and finally he could not be ignored, causing pain.

Well, Snape whispered clearly to himself, Harry Potter and he had no hope, would not be together, as they should be - and yet Harry seduced him!Snape thought angrily, he knew the consequences of doing so, but still treated him like a joke!

Maybe it's not all the fault of the reckless Harry, Snape heard himself continue to say, but he still couldn't erase the resentment towards Harry, all the complaints and blame swarmed up and gathered on Harry.

Harry Potter!

...Snape still felt a sad longing that made him almost want to give up, and he was still thinking about all the possibilities.

—revenge on him!He hates, punish Harry!

The thought entered Snape's mind almost without thinking.

In an instant, all the radical sorrow turned into anger.

Snape thought this resentfully, and his violent revenge surged. Finally, before walking to the brightly lit street, Snape paused, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Very well," Snape murmured, "you should have realized that such a day would come, didn't you?"

The figure that was not noticed by the Muggles disappeared majestically under the light, but passers-by didn't notice it, and no one noticed it.

Time continued to pass quietly, and another week passed.

Nothing has changed, it is still quiet, as before.Professor Snape lived in Hogwarts, made his potions in an orderly manner, moved randomly in Hogwarts, occasionally appeared in Diagonal or Knockback Alley, or returned to his deserted private residence, Live a quiet and solitary life.

The stillness is paralyzing.

At least on Harry's side, it was.

Harry, who has been in the job for a week, and he and Ron still act together, living a hectic and adaptable rhythm every day.When I am free by chance, I walk down the warm and sunny Diagon Alley with my companions on Saturdays and Sundays, and have a drink at the Florin Cold Drink Shop or the Broken Axe Bar. There is nothing better than the current life.Harry only thought of Snape now and then, like the ones that never existed, were just his delusions.

Snape never appeared in front of him either.

Harry smiled to himself from the bottom of his heart, it's no wonder they didn't meet...if they didn't want to meet on purpose.

There is no chance, Harry murmured to himself, lost, but feeling the fulfillment brought by real life, but there seems to be something unreal...

"Okay," Hermione tidied up the notebook in her hand, and she said to Harry and Ron who were sitting beside her, "I want to go to Lihen Bookstore to see if there are any new books I need, how about you?"

"Then I'll go too." Harry said, putting down the hollowed-out ice cream cup, "I just want to buy some new books."

Ron shrugged, "Let's go."

Today's Diagon Alley is a bit crowded. They walked through the crowds and entered the relatively quiet bookstore. At this time, there were not many people, but there were also many people browsing and selecting various books in the bookstore.

"Hmm..." Harry turned his head and asked, "Which kind of place do you want to visit?" However, before Harry got an answer, he turned his gaze and saw a familiar figure beside the closed gate It came into his sight in a flash.

Snape turned and walked towards the door of Lihen Bookstore. He stood at the door, pushed the door open and walked in.Harry's words stopped because of this—he was looking at Snape from that moment on... Snape didn't seem to notice Harry who was in Lihen Bookstore, he walked straight in.

"I think... I'll go over there." Hermione pointed and waved to Ron and Harry, "See you later."

Harry barely heard Hermione's words, he just stood there staring into the distance unresponsively.

And Ron turned his head to watch Hermione leave, not paying attention to Harry.They were still standing there, not far in front of the gate, and soon, before Harry could wake up from the blankness, Snape walked in front of them—Harry turned and faced Snape subconsciously.

Ron also turned his head to look at Harry, and happened to see that Snape stopped in front of Harry.

They were silent for a second.

"Hello." Harry was the same as before, "Snape...Professor." He reluctantly put on the honorific, trying to say a decent, polite scene, Ron stood behind him and did not speak.

Harry didn't show any strange emotions, and even tried to be ordinary, ordinary as if he was greeting a familiar stranger, but Harry couldn't force a smile.

Snape looked into Harry's black eyes, revealing nothing but unfathomable depths, which made it impossible to see any emotion. Harry's pupils were reflected, his expression was vague and uneasy, and they walked together.

Slowly, Snape spoke softly, but his tone sounded hostile, familiar, as it had been.

"An ordinary day, maybe I shouldn't accidentally run into you in this place, Potter." Snape whispered softly, his voice slipping down like a feather, the low end sound seemed to have a dangerous hiss, and his breath made Harry's neck Numb.

The last sound seemed to ring in Harry's ears, circling around, making his hair stand on end.

The author has something to say: In fact, everything is very simple_(:зゝ∠)_ and not as complicated as everyone thinks.

Lucid dreaming, like someone asking, how can Harry pretend not to be himself?

A: He has always been like himself.

Snape said, it's not very similar, is it really not?

Just lying.

In the end, a bystander broke through the extravagant hopes of the man in the dream

Ahhh

it was harry backing off

As a result, Snape blackened...

Oh heh heh heh heh (the next thing is really not cruel at all, with a sincere face)

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