[HP] look at you

Getting off the taxi, Snape carried the suitcase, looked at the seven-storey gray brick apartment building in front of him, and asked, "This is the house you asked Elton to buy."

"That's right." Olivia looked at the wide and flat street and the Times Square not far away, and said with satisfaction, "You can go shopping by walking downstairs."

Snape glanced at the hurrying passers-by and the homeless man lying on the street corner, and forced his prying gazes back one by one.

"The environment doesn't seem very satisfactory."

This is also impossible.In the recent Great Depression, the original prosperity collapsed like a bubble, and many people's lives were turned upside down overnight.

Whether it is ordinary people or wizards, the social order that human beings think is stable and peaceful is always easy to be suddenly broken.However, it was also through this opportunity that Elton was able to buy many houses in good locations at a low price.

"It's okay, it won't affect us anyway." Olivia walked into the building.

Snape was about to press the elevator, "What floor is our room on?"

"Well, you go to the sixth floor." The elevator door closed slowly, and in the slight weightlessness of the upward movement, Olivia looked at Snape and said, "Actually, in terms of property rights, the rooms in the entire building here are is ours."

This apartment has been used for renting out since it was built. During the financial crisis, the original owner failed to invest and went bankrupt, so he mortgaged the house to the bank. Elton bought the house back at a lower price through a well-informed middleman.

His image in the Muggle world has always been that of a rich man with a mysterious background. Buying a house is just a trivial hobby of his—in fact, it is Olivia's little hobby.

"..." Snape was silent for a moment, wondering whether his focus should be on "the whole building" or "us".

Maybe he should ask cautiously and tactfully how much assets his girlfriend owns?

Olivia explained intimately: "Since we signed an asset management authorization when we signed the potion sales contract - do you remember?"

Snape: "...maybe." I had a vague impression.

"So half of this house is bought with your money."

"...Do I really have that much money?" Although Snape didn't know the current housing prices in the Muggle world, his previous experience also let him know that this is not a small sum.

Does his share of potions have such a large purchasing power as the Galleons left by Prince in Gringotts?

Olivia was amused by his rare ignorant expression.

"Yes, although you ask this question a bit like a naive and ignorant noble young master, but as your financial manager, I must tell you that your current asset level can classify you as a rich person."

The two stepped out of the elevator and stood in a corridor covered with light yellow patterned wallpaper.

Olivia gestured, "The left side belongs to you, and the right side belongs to me." She blinked and said cheerfully, "Let's be a happy rent-collecting landlord."

Olivia's and Snape's rooms were at both ends of the corridor, but the two families in the middle had already withdrawn their leases, so Elton had them opened up, so that there were actually only two rooms on this floor.

This can be regarded as a little bit of caution on his part—isn't the straight-line distance between their doors the longest?

However, the elderly who care too much also have blind spots in their thinking.

They are wizards who can pass through walls freely, and this distance can be said to be useless to them.Moreover, the room has become bigger, and it is too spacious to be alone, so it is natural for two people to be together to be lively.

So Elton only used one of the two rooms that Elton had painstakingly prepared—of course, for now, the two still have their own bedrooms.

After a brief tidying up, Olivia changed into a comfortable white cashmere sweater and cotton home pants after taking a shower. She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to look at the stock that Elton put in it. She took a bottle of milk and opened it to drink. Take a sip.

Turning around to see Snape at the kitchen door, she asked, "What would you like to drink, can you make tea for me?" He prefers tea to drinks, which is probably a deep-rooted hobby of the British.

"No, milk is fine." It was a long journey back to New York from Ilvermorny, and he didn't want her to do it again.

The heating was turned on in the room, and the heat was enough. Snape also changed into a light and loose black and white round neck sweater. When he tilted his head up to drink milk, he revealed a sharp jaw and a smooth and tight neck line. Under the fair skin, faint blue veins can still be seen.

kind of tempting...

Olivia's heart skipped a beat, and she acted immediately, leaning over decisively and kissing him on the chin.

"Chirp." There was a crisp sound.

"Cough, cough cough..." The unsuspecting Snape choked, the milk spilled out, wet his neck and neckline, he turned his head and covered his mouth and coughed continuously.

He didn't know whether it was shock or choking, his cheeks and neck were flushed, and even the eyes that stared at him were stained with a thin layer of red due to physiological dampness, which seemed to have no deterrent force.

"you……"

Olivia didn't wait for him to get mad, she bent down and slipped away from under the arm he grabbed with a playful smile, and ran to the living room with her slippers on.

Snape calmed down on the spot for a while, and when his body and mood were tidied up, he waved his hands to clean up the milk stains on his body and the ground, and walked out of the kitchen slowly.

After playing a trick on someone just now, the perpetrator sat cross-legged on the sofa without any guilt, holding a pillow and pressing the remote control.

"What's for dinner?" She looked over and asked confidently.

Snape had the urge to pull her off the sofa and stuffed her into his arms, but he suppressed it well, and just sneered at her with a bit of half-truth and half-fake anger.

Olivia was not afraid, and said to herself: "There are steaks in the refrigerator, but my skills are limited to frying. There are phone numbers of nearby restaurants on the table, or ask them to deliver them, you want to eat... ..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked back by the bullying people.

The shower gel and shampoo with the same scent burst out with a strong aroma in the moist hot water that still lingers after bathing.Milk with the same taste can also be further tasted in the mouth of the other party.The only difference is the special aura of men and women, which are also fused with each other in a close and warm embrace.

The cashmere sweater felt gentle and smooth to the touch, as if it possessed a strong adsorption force, making Snape's hand that was originally on Olivia's shoulder slide down unconsciously, caressing along the way.

Until a piece of softness was covered, both of them had a meal.

Retracting his hand quickly, Snape sat up straight as if he had installed a spring.

Olivia unknowingly changed into a half-lying position, leaning on the sofa and smiling at him.

The situation turned around in an instant.

Snape, who pretended to be calm but with red earlobes, walked to the table to get the menu, "You..." His throat seemed to be blocked, he cleared his cough, and continued to ask, "What do you want to eat?"

"You can do whatever you want." Olivia picked up the pillow that fell on the floor, stuffed it behind her head and lay down, and said lazily, "I'm full."

Snape: "..."

Facts proved that Olivia's appetite was not that small, and she ate more than Snape from the dinner delivered by the hotel.

Snape regrouped, and said coolly, "Never trust a girl who says she's full."

"Never believe a boy who says he promises not to move around." Olivia said leisurely while eating dessert.

"..." Snape wanted to say that he hadn't made a promise, and after a moment of silence, he still had to change the subject, "Have you bought the ticket to England?"

They don't plan to go back to England for Christmas this year. They plan to stay in the United States until after Christmas and then fly to England to meet Lily and Mary.

Olivia didn't want to push him for the time being, so she followed him and said, "I've bought it, and I'll go back the next day after Christmas, two days before school starts."

That is, you only intend to stay in the UK for two or three days.

"What did you get for them?" Snape asked.

"A three-dimensional map of Ilvermorny." They'd love it. "What about you?"

"Still thinking about it." He's not good at thinking about it.

"Actually—" Olivia dragged out her voice, and Snape knew what she was going to say as soon as he heard her tone.Sure enough, she continued: "We only need to send one copy."

According to social customs, as a couple, you can only give one Christmas gift to a mutual friend.

Snape found himself really damned moved, but then he calmed down at the thought of how Lily would tease him.

"Then the gift they gave us will become the same one." He pointed out the crux of the problem.

"Okay." Olivia just said casually, "What about the presents for Elvis and the others?"

Snape felt a slight headache.He never thought that he would have a day to worry about such social problems before, so he subconsciously turned his attention to his girlfriend.

Olivia, who was always so considerate in the past, deliberately made things difficult at this time, "What am I doing? Do you want my help? I'm not your housekeeper, Mr. Snape."

Snape paused, raised his eyebrows, and argued hard: "But, Miss Orpington, you have to be clear about one thing, all my money is with you."

He was only aware of this, because he rarely had to spend his own money.

Olivia couldn't help thumping the sofa and laughing. It was Snape's tone of voice that sounded like a husband whose wife had robbed him of his wages, so that he couldn't even go to the pub for a glass of ale.

"Are you wronged? Mr. Snape, do you need me to return all the money to you and let you manage it yourself?"

"No need." Snape said tactfully, "They're already in the best place."

Olivia glanced at him with a smile, took out her notebook and nestled in the sofa, and began to plan who and what gifts the two of them would give.

Even with the heating turned on, you will still feel a slight chill after you calm down.Snape took a thin flannel blanket and draped it over Olivia's shoulders, then went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea, poured her a cup and put it on the tea table next to the sofa, and sat down with a cup of himself. Next to her, she pulled out a book and looked.

No one was watching the TV, it was still on, the voice was lowered, and the actors and actresses in it were talking affectionately to each other.

The curtains are drawn in the living room, but in the house facing the street, you can still hear the faint car horns on the road, but it is not disturbing, but it makes the room more peaceful and warm.

Olivia's favorite citrus is placed in the black tea, which exudes a refreshing and sweet aroma.

The floor was covered with a shag carpet, and it was almost like sinking in if you stepped on it while wearing fluffy slippers.

Snape couldn't even read the book. The extreme relaxation from body to mind made him drowsy, and the soft sound of people around him sliding pens on the paper made this sleepiness even deeper.

"Do you have any herbs suitable for giving away? I want to give it to Professor Taylor."

He felt the fragrant face gently leaning against his shoulder, like an extremely soft and warm quilt covering his body.

"Yes," he closed his eyes slightly, his voice unconsciously procrastinating, "I'll pick a few for you tomorrow."

"Then I will also choose one for Professor Sprout. I have given it in the past, and I can't suddenly stop giving it this year."

"Ah."

"Let's take the gift for Principal Frost together. The few small alchemy items I made before can just come in handy."

"it is good."

"..."

The plain conversation became blurred without knowing it, and it fell into silence without knowing when.

After a long time, before Snape's consciousness completely succumbed to deep sleep, he felt a cloud-like soft lip gently touch his cheek.

"Good night, Sev."

Good night.He whispered in the dream.

The author has something to say:

I'm writing, I'm sleepy (￣o￣)

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Alas, I really, really tried to restrain myself and grasp the scale.

Preserve the principles of nature and destroy human desires.

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It's my birthday today, and I'm still working hard to code, and I like it for myself.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!