[HP] This deer is not a deer

There were occasional people passing by in the corridor, and Harimon bumped into a third person on the head, and rushed up the stairs.When the end came, the portrait of the fat woman stood in front of her. Harry subconsciously stopped, squatting panting in front of the fat woman, covered in sweat.

"What's the matter with you?" The fat woman muttered, "Can't you get in? What's the password?"

The orange-yellow fire light illuminated the surroundings brightly. Harry didn't pay attention to the fat woman's complaints, and squatted down in despair, almost touching the portrait of the fat woman.

"Are you still going in? Don't stand here?"

He silently ignored the fat woman's repeated inquiries, and Harry shrank to the ground in frustration. He swore that he didn't want to get close to Snape, but he had been rejected before, but why was he so impulsive all of a sudden?He was obviously scared, but he still couldn't help touching it.

It's a pity that his heart probably really isn't made of iron.Harry laughed at himself, trying to comfort himself.

"...you shouldn't be like this." The whispered words seemed to be still lingering in his ears, Harry could no longer hear his own heartbroken and uncomfortable voice, only felt that his heart had been pierced through a hole, which could never be repaired , The heart seems to sink to the bottom of the water, and it will never be picked up again when it is soaked.

That sentence was like the last straw, and Harry had never been so strong.

A complete failure.

He is impulsive and reckless.All kinds of messy thoughts flashed through his mind, he tried his best to ignore the soreness in his eyes, and slowly blinked his blurry eyes, his glasses seemed to be scratched.

But Harry didn't care about that, he rubbed his face in panic, trying to cover his eyes as if he didn't know anything, maybe he didn't have any chance from the beginning, even if Snape wasn't with anyone.

He should have given up.

Did you give up?

How many times has this been rejected?It's time to give up.Yes, give up, Harry gasped for breath, memories were running wildly in his mind... Harry was hesitating and thinking about what happened just now, at that moment, he even thought that Snape would push him away without hesitation, cold and Without mercy, he will let him get out immediately.

At least Snape didn't really throw him out, so he would be more embarrassing, right? The scorching heat was like he was having a high fever.

The portraits on the wall were muttering, and many of them even stopped by and looked at Harry curiously.He tried his best to suppress the messy thoughts, and wandered outside the gate for a while before calming himself down a bit, but more than 20 minutes had passed.

After a while, Harry saw Neville approaching, with his head lowered in frustration, as if he was looking for something.

"Harry, why are you here?" Neville exclaimed in surprise when he saw Harry standing by the door, "Great, I just lost the password note somewhere...I looked outside It's been a long time, but I can't find it, Harry, do you know the password?"

"I know," Harry clenched his hands hard, trying to say the password nonchalantly, "it's a mess."

"It's better to say it soon..." The fat woman muttered, and opened the door anyway.

Harry and Neville walked inside, Neville turned his head and asked, "Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"Uh," Harry said perfunctorily, "...I just came back from a run, so it might be a little hot."

He just looked at Harry again in confusion, "Is that so?" Neville didn't ask any more, he whispered something else to Harry, still holding Miody tightly in his arms and giving it to him. of that book.

Harry saw Hermione and Ron sitting at a table by the fireplace and walked over, but Neville didn't want to be in the lounge and went back to his dormitory.Ron was gnashing his teeth and looking through a pile of messy information, trying to gather some content from the east and the west, while Hermione was carefully flipping through the spell book in his hand.

"Come back so early?" Ron spotted him immediately and asked.

"...you know." Harry shrugged hard, slurring his words.

"What?" Ron muttered in confusion, looking at Harry puzzled.

Hermione looked up suspiciously, but Harry didn't answer, just pulled the chair beside him and sat down.She leaned close to Harry's ear and asked in a low voice, "Snape knows that you... are in love with him?"

Harry shook his head awkwardly, unable to avoid saying, "...I don't think he doesn't know." Snape always knew, but never paid him any attention.It's like, just a few minutes ago, he went to die again. The only thing to be thankful for is that he didn't seem to die very badly. No, for him, it was already bad enough.

Harry didn't really want to talk to Hermione about it, he mumbled and perfunctory, the next day, Harry was depressed, whenever he was walking on the road, he couldn't help looking around, he seemed to doubt and expect Snape to suddenly Pass by his side.

But he never saw Snape.Harry kept thinking of Snape all day long, even if he deliberately forgot, as long as he was free, he would imagine over and over again what would happen when he met Snape, but often the things he expected would not turn out as expected occur.This made Harry feel uneasy, and had to look forward to the evening's confinement.

He shouldn't have expected confinement, and Harry hated the thought of himself, but couldn't help it.

Even if he hated detention, Harry would always see Snape if Snape unkindly canceled his detention.Moreover, wanting Snape to be lifted... Harry didn't think it was worth looking forward to at all.

But Harry still hated confinement, and he hated potion confinement the most. At night, Harry arrived at the office door slowly as scheduled, and Snape was already waiting for him inside.

"Come in."

Snape hadn't said anything terrible to him.Harry quietly looked at Snape, Snape glanced at him, and put down the quill in his hand.

Harry stepped forward and was at Snape's side in no time.

"Go and stay there, I don't have time to pay attention to you, copy all the school rules, don't make any noise." Snape leaned back in the chair, waved his hands casually and said, he didn't look at Harry at all glance.

He threw the thick school rules and a thick stack of parchment in front of Harry, along with a small bottle of ink and a quill. Harry picked up the book and parchment, and Snape waved him away , Harry had no choice but to go to the place designated by Snape, sat down and stared blankly at the blank parchment that had been spread out, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

Again, Harry felt depressed and ignored him.

Once, twice, more than that... Harry lowered his head, the tip of the ink oozing from the tip of the feather was a little mushy, and it was stuck firmly on the parchment, and he recalled his shameless kiss in a daze, as if he Posted shamelessly, he is still ignored, he is really stupid.

And Snape hadn't pushed him away!Harry was short of breath uncontrollably, and a small fire seemed to be burning in his chest. He lowered his head, not wanting to be noticed by anyone, even if there were only the two of them in the office.

Did not push away.Yes, no, just dodged him, but it didn't work.

Harry was clutching the quill in his hand tightly. If he annoyed Snape, the confinement he would face would not be a fine copying of books, but being thrown into the cellar for a night of skinning rats, maybe Snape was still kind to him, and Harry grabbed the quill in his hand and drew a crooked arc, but was strangely lost again.

He turned to look at Snape blankly, but Snape didn't notice.

The office was very quiet, even the sound of flipping the parchment was slight.Most of the night passed in such a quiet manner, Snape never raised his head, he buried himself in correcting the thick stack of papers on the table, until he took a last look at the hanging clock.

Nine fifteen.

"Potter, give back what you're holding."

Hearing this, Harry stopped writing. He walked forward and put the book and parchment beside him.

"Okay, you can go." Snape said without looking up.

Not far away, Harry was standing beside Snape, he bent down lightly, he lightly touched the hair of Snape's side face, just a little bit, Snape immediately hid opened.Snape rubbed his forehead in annoyance, and raised his hand to grab him, but Harry quickly backed away.

There was a long distance between the two, Harry's eyes showed a bit of fear, Snape moved his tight lips, trying not to get angry immediately, but his nerves were so tense that the veins on his forehead slightly bulged, as if trying to restrain himself from thinking How to deal with Harry.

"Your hair," Harry slammed his lips with his head down, and said with a tight mockery, "it's so greasy that it really doesn't look like it hasn't been washed."

Snape stared at Harry's eyes suddenly turned cold, the veins on his forehead became more and more protruding, his tightly closed mouth hadn't moved yet, because of Harry's inadvertent and deliberate 'revenge', Snape was angry A trace of paleness flashed across his face, and he glared at Harry from embarrassment.

Going around the table, Harry ignored him, instead turned around and walked quickly to the door, as if disgusted and didn't want to see Snape, he glanced at the room hastily, opened the door and left immediately, even remembering to use his strength There was a loud bang, and the door was quickly closed, instead of running away from Snape as quickly as last time.

Snape didn't stop him, just watched him go.

Unexpectedly quiet.

Harry stood outside the door.

He stared blankly at the door behind him, touched his lips in a daze, Snape didn't reprimand him, didn't mock him, didn't even leave him in anger, and handed him over to Dumbledore... Not even a deduction.

Not even a deduction.

Snape taking pity on him?No... he didn't think Snape would pity him, Harry twitched his lips, at least he knew how much Snape hated him, as much as he hated the old guy.The first time he could think that Snape didn't care, the second time he could think that Snape was too shocked, but the third time... Harry really didn't know how else he could make Snape behave badly normal.

Even if he didn't take him seriously, Snape would viciously deduct 50 points from Gryffindor.Even if Snape hated the things that made him feel ashamed and didn't want them to be publicized, he would torture him slowly and maliciously until he gave up voluntarily.

Harry was a little lost, but he was sure he wasn't enough to shock and annoy Snape enough to forget everything.Snape, on the other hand, seemed to be hesitating.

Or... Harry thought wildly, staring blankly at the door panel for a while, a small but terrifying heart palpitation slowly rose, and a strange but hopeful thought broke through the encirclement.

He was thinking, and Snape was hesitating.

The corners of Harry's mouth raised slightly unconsciously, and the thought slowly and quickly invaded his heart like a tide. Harry raised his head awkwardly, trying to suppress the corners of his mouth, but finally couldn't restrain his eyes from slowly recovering. bright.

He seemed to have suddenly discovered something special, although he didn't know if it was right or not, but Harry couldn't restrain his joy, and exposed everything to the air.The hallway was very quiet, Harry suddenly walked briskly, turned around and ran back to the Gryffindor lounge.