[HP] Snake

Sitting in a remote corner of the bar, drinking the glass of random unknown wine, the blue liquid, it looks pretty good, but it is not strong enough.

"Hello, mind if I sit here?"

A familiar warm voice sounded above his head, with a little bit of uneasiness that would not appear in that boy's voice, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes were a little dazed, the familiar black hair, familiar green eyes, but it was not him.

It was a young man who didn't seem to be in his twenties, his appearance was very ordinary, not very outstanding, but he had the same smooth and delicate black long hair as that boy, and a pair of warm and bright emerald green eyes.

He stood in front of me with the backlight like that, and I couldn't help thinking about what that boy would look like when he grew up, and I almost opened my mouth to shout out that name.

He clenched his fists tightly and looked a little uneasy. I nodded silently. He heaved a sigh of relief and sat down, but he seemed a little lost.

The young man's delicate and slender fingers gently pinched the rim of the cup, and the dark orange liquid in the cup swayed slightly.

I suddenly heard that on the night of Halloween, the boy was holding the transparent thin-necked bottle like this, shaking the light golden potion inside, and asked me to promise not to avoid him in a seductive voice.

"This is..." He stared at the slightly shaking liquid with a dazed gaze, and couldn't help but speak.

"Long Island Iced Tea, a very strong wine." The young man's pale lips pressed against the rim of the cup, stained by the dark orange liquid, and his voice trembled slightly.

It is wine, but it has the name of tea.

Like me, there are duplicity.He said he was going to refuse, but he couldn't help but want to get closer.

The young man's hand holding the cup moved closer, just like the boy that night, with a somewhat bewitching voice.

He stretched out his hand to hold the slender white wrist that was exposed outside the sleeve, and took a sip of the wine called tea in this posture. Some pungent acrid breath rushed into his throat, let him go, and frowned. Swallowing it little by little, it is endless aftertaste.Simply ignoring his question, grabbed his wrist again, drank all the wine in one breath, and then let him take back his hand.

The young man's slightly moist lips held the rim of the cup, and his fine white teeth were biting lightly, making a slight noise, complaining that I drank up his wine with a bit of aggrieved voice.

I couldn't help staring at his bright red lips, and almost wanted to hold his neck and kiss him. I suddenly thought of the unexpected kiss after the confession. I don't know if his smell is the same as that boy's. Just as sweet.

Cup after cup of Long Island iced tea, I drank ambiguously again and again, my head became more and more dizzy, the drunk young man with a bewildered face suddenly overlapped with the boy's figure, shook his head, slightly suppressed the blurred feeling of being paralyzed by alcohol, Staring at the face that suddenly became exactly like the boy.

"Harry..." whispering the boy's name, I reached out to touch his face.

want him!want him!want him!want him!want him!want him!want him!want him-

Crazy screams in my head, the sudden burst of emotion in my chest almost overwhelmed my reason, that boy named Harry, I really, really want him.

"Harry...give me...give me...okay..." He called him softly, and seeing him nodding in a daze, my whole body was shaken by the sudden burst of ecstasy, and I almost couldn't restrain myself from screaming. Voice.

I reached out and grabbed his arm tightly, and pulled him into my arms. The wonderful feeling of tight fit made me ignore the painful jaw from the bump.

Seeing him frowning slightly, she stretched out her hand to gently rub his sore forehead, and pressed him more tightly into her arms.

I took him back to the house in Spider's End Lane. When I went upstairs, he woke up and reached out his hand weakly to grab my collar.

He placed him on my bed in a strange way, and just as he was about to pull away, he put his arms around my neck, leaned over and kissed my lips lightly, his tongue that tasted like Long Island iced tea slowly Stick it between the lips...

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Sitting in the study, swallowing bread mechanically, holding a book in his hand, he couldn't read a word at all.

Scenes of the next night, the messy room that was cleared up when he woke up in the morning, the mottled marks on the young man's body, and the details of getting along with that boy, kept flashing in his mind.

I can no longer deceive myself, I really have dirty thoughts about that boy.

However, that young man who is somewhat similar to the boy...

With me like this, what qualifications do I have to accept that boy's wishes.

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The forbidden curse set at the door of the room was triggered, and I knew that the young man had woken up.

Walking out of the study, I saw the young man looking around at the stairs. He was wearing my shrunken clothes, and some bruises could still be seen between the collars that didn't fit well.

Hiding the shred of shame in her heart, she opened her mouth coldly and asked him to leave.

And he actually knew me and made such an invitation.

Aurette, gold, his name.

If, if I am no longer qualified to touch that boy, then can I...

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I was in that bar again on the last night of the Christmas break.

I ordered a cup of Long Island iced tea and sat in that remote location.

Since he knows that I am a professor at Hogwarts, then he should know that I am going back to Hogwarts...

However, I sat until dawn, the bar closed, and I didn't wait for that person.

Huh, Severus Snape, what are you waiting for? !

The dinner at Hogwarts was very sumptuous, but I couldn't taste it at all. I don't know if it was because of the failure of the magic power purification potion or the disappointment of the bar. I couldn't help venting all my grievances on those ignorant little ghosts.

He glared at the culprit who was still smiling, and hurried back to the cellar office.

Sure enough, that bastard followed, but he was still dawdling at the door. I couldn't help it, and even got angry at him.I am good at self-control, but I can't control my emotions.

He stopped me from trying to vent with worry on his face, and the warm touch of the petite palm clasping the wrist made me almost want to hug him into my arms.

Using Occlumency, he shook off his throbbing hand, turned and walked towards the potions laboratory.

What I should pay attention to now is not the boy, not the youth, but the horned scales of the damn Ledra unicorn! ! !

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January [-]th, my birthday.

After absent-mindedly finishing the lesson, I returned to the cellar office.

It was the first time, the first time the boy hadn't followed me into the cellar right after class.

Unexplainably sour and irritated in my heart, when I came back to my senses, I had already flooed to the house in Spider's End Lane.

Sitting in a remote corner of the bar again, I still ordered a cup of Long Island iced tea.

It's not that I'm waiting for someone, it's just that I suddenly want to get drunk.

For what?

Maybe it's for my humble and shameful life.

From the age of three, when that man failed in his career, my life has been in darkness.

I have asked my mother countless times why this happened, why the father who loved me so much became like that...

Lily was the first sunshine in my life, and I can still clearly remember the throbbing in my heart when I saw her for the first time.

However, this sunshine was ruined by myself.

Before that boy came along, I lived like a walking dead.For the promise to Lily, for Dumbledore's request, for those unavoidable reasons, he lived in this world and waited for a certain day to die on the battlefield.

However, I couldn't control my dark thoughts, I couldn't control myself to yearn for warm redemption, and I let that boy walk into my heart little by little.

Halloween night was the first time I forgot that it was Lily's memorial day, and the first time I didn't spend the night in the cellar drinking away my sorrows.

Talking about potion research is just an excuse.

There was no way I could listen to my reason, I couldn't get away from the boy who was pestering me every day, the boy who couldn't help but move my heart.

Maybe I really have been alone for too long.The cellar for two people actually makes me feel warm.

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At dawn, the young man named Aurette hadn't appeared, and an indescribable sense of relief rose in his heart.

Perhaps, for that young man, this was just a joke.

So, can I not worry about this unexpected relationship, can I...

Back in the cellar, there was a sumptuous meal with a heat-preserving spell on the table, and the boy was just nestling on the cold sofa like that.

She stepped forward and hugged his frighteningly cold body into her arms, and gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks, feeling moved and distressed in her heart.

There was a slight smile on the boy's face, it was very shallow, but it made people feel extremely warm.

Harry...Harry...Harry...Harry...My...My Harry...

The author has something to say:

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Xiaoha: Severus, where have you been?

Professor: I...

Xiaoha: Why didn't you come back?Don't you want to spend your first birthday with me after we met?

Professor: No, I...

Xiaoha: Could it be that you have been hunting for beauty somewhere?

Professor: How is it possible? !

Xiaoha: Still arguing? !You smell of wine!

Professor: I just...

Xiaoha: Just what?

Professor: No...

Xiaoha: Look, you really are quibbling!

professor:……

Xiaoha: I don't care, I want compensation!

Professor: What compensation?

Xiaoha: I want to kiss and hug!

Professor: Good.

Xiaoha: I still want to do this, that, that, and that!

Professor: Don't even think about it!

Xiaoha: I hate Sif the most!

Professor: Hmph, don't ever think that I'll agree to use age-reducing drugs with you in the future. Damn remember the past!

Xiaoha: Sev, don't do this...

Professor: Humph!

Mouxi: Cough cough, what does this and that and that mean?

Professor: Arvada—

Volume Four: Two Years After Returning