[HP] Snake

"boom--"

damn it! ! !damn it! ! !damn it! ! !

Already the seventh time this month! ! !

Who would have thought that the head of Hogwarts Slytherin, the gloomy and greasy old bat, and the youngest master of potions in this century, would give away all the crucibles in his inventory in just one and a half months? How about blowing it all up? !

Damn, damn brat, damn... myself...

It's just summer vacation, but it's just two short months, and I actually act like a boy in his teens, as if I can't see him for a day, and I feel wrong all over, and even when I'm making potions again and again Wander so much that you blow up so many cauldrons! ! !

There seemed to be a choked breath in his throat, and he couldn't get it out.

With a flick of the wand, a "clean up", cleaned up the mess in the basement.

After regaining consciousness, he rushed to the bathroom, tore off the towel, and wiped his face with cold water.

After cleaning up a bit, I stepped out the door. The stuffy environment outside made me uncomfortably tug at my tightly buttoned neckline, and I apparated to Diagon Alley without even thinking about it.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I regretted it.

Today is really not a good day to come to Diagon Alley.

The source of everything is that idiot who is signing books at Lihen Bookstore-Gilderoy Lockhart.

Oh, what's the sign next to that that says...

Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography I'm Magical is for sale, 12:30-4:30pm today.

Oh well, I asked for it.

Why did I choose this time period to fry the crucible?

Why am I so impatient to rush to Diagon Alley to buy as soon as the cauldron is blown up?

Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from Wizard Weekly...

Ahh... what an achievement to be "proud" of...

"...This September, I will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Damn Albus Dumbledore! ! !

Have you found no one other than this kind of idiot? !

Oh, Merlin, who among the professors at Hogwarts doesn't know that Gilderoy Lockhart is a kind of Squib with flawed magic power who can't even get into Hogwarts? !Even if he used the poor excuse of not being able to adapt to the boarding school environment as a cover-up, it was impossible to change the fact that he hadn't received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts at all! ! !

Damn Harry Slytherin, you went crazy with that idiot too! ! !

oh look what you're doingIn front of that group of idiot fans whose brains are worse than trolls and whose body is filled with love potion, threaten that idiot who doesn't know what shame is? !

Oh, dear Mr. Lockhart?

Damn it, are these women's eyes covered with weeds? !

Looking at the increasingly cold curve of that kid's lips, one could tell what he had said to that damn idiot.snort!Gilderoy Lockhart, at Hogwarts, I, and even all of Slytherin, will treat you well!

Subconsciously, I stepped forward, trying to call out to that brat who made me think about it day and night, and was so irritable that I blew up all the crucibles.

However, once he opened his mouth, the habitual sarcasm couldn't be stopped at all.

Frowning secretly, Draco who was opposite him saluted immediately when he saw me, but he turned around slowly after a while.

His reaction was obviously quite different from what I had imagined, or what I expected.

Subconsciously, the cold irony blurted out again...

However, this time, his reaction was even more unexpected.

He yelled my name angrily, and rushed over. By the time I realized it, I was already in a strange environment.

He actually... How dare he just use a spell like Apparition, which is not suitable for his age, in a crowded environment like Diagon Alley, when his mood is obviously not right! ! !

Grabbing his thin shoulders tightly, I could hardly control my trembling hands, and held him tightly with a force that would definitely strangle him.

And he actually sneered lowly after looking up at me.Immediately, the shocking sneer enlarged little by little, he didn't even control himself at all, he kept laughing until his whole body twitched slightly...

"Damn, what are you laughing at?!"

I snarled and pulled his chin and lifted his face.

"Hmph, Severus Snape, do you really remember what I told you?"

He finally stopped laughing, and then spoke in a cold voice.

What's the meaning?Subconsciously frowned, does this have anything to do with what I said before?

"Severus Snape, I, Harry Slytherin, am in love with you, even in love with you. Please stop treating me like a child, I don't need your attention And protection, what I need is your equal love."

what? !

Startled, the hand that controlled his body was released immediately, his feet staggered, and he fell backwards.

The boy murmured my name, walked over, stretched out his hands to press on both sides of my body, and rubbed his young body against me bit by bit, his bright green eyes stared at me, making my whole body tremble. There was a shock.

The delicate fingertips slid across my eyebrows, the tip of my nose, and my cheeks bit by bit, with a hint of coolness. His movements looked cautious, and there was an almost infatuated look in his bright green eyes. mood.

The boy slowly bent down, and the small lips that belonged to children lightly printed on mine, without going deep, just sticking tightly.

However, just this simple desire to stick my lips is enough to break my sanity that has endured for a full month and a half and is already on the verge of collapse...

I suddenly reached out and clasped his body, and pressed his whole body on the bed beside me, crushing the lips that were attached to each other fiercely, and the tip of my tongue pushed open his unclosed lips and teeth impatiently, all of a sudden Drilled in, wantonly occupying every inch of his mouth.

"...Ugh..."

There was a muffled gasp from the boy's throat, which escaped from our tightly pressed lips.But just such a sound made the already collapsed rationality even more collapsed. I directly reached out and tore open his skirt, and stroked his delicate neck.

The boy under him was clearly in love, his green eyes were blurred with a hint of moisture.

I can't help but think of that confused Christmas Eve, those same pair of eyes that were in love...

She reached out and clasped the boy's still struggling hands, and pressed them on top of his head. His hands kept undoing his robe, and caressed his tender but heart-stirring body.

Every minute, every inch is so fascinating...

Suddenly, all the strength in his body was drained, and he fell down, lying on top of the boy's immature body.

Clinging to the body, I can easily feel the boy's unstoppable trembling.It wasn't until he stretched out a pair of trembling palms and pushed me to the side that I realized what I did to this boy before...

"Ha...Harry...I'm sorry..."

I collapsed to the side dejectedly, I couldn't even say anything other than this extremely flimsy apology...

The pale-faced boy opened his mouth, stretched out his hand and tried to lean in, but he let out a low cry, and his whole body shrank and froze.I raised my eyes and looked over, and on that thin white wrist, a blue mark three fingers wide was particularly abrupt.And the boy's immature upper body was covered with red marks made by fingers.

He obviously saw it too, and closed his robe in a panic.

"Damn me—"

I growled and stared at his torn, barely closed neckline.

Severus Snape! ! !

What have you done? !

After losing the sunshine in my life, is it necessary to lose this boy who walked into my heart again in this way? !

Suddenly, the boy staggered out of the bed and stumbled away...

Sure enough... what if I'm alone again...

My heart suddenly became cold, so cold... that it ached.

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I can't tell how long it took before the boy appeared in my sight again.

"Stop the curse."

The boy's voice has returned to normal, and the clothes on his body have been tidied up.

I hesitated to prop myself up and stood up, stretched out my hand, but stopped stiffly at the position almost touching his shoulder.

"Harry..."

With a low sigh, the outstretched hand sank back to his side.

"Severus, I don't ask you to give me any response now. I just hope, you can remember, my name is Harry, Harry Slytherin, and, I love you."

What... what? !

"Stop, I don't want to hear anything now," the boy obviously didn't want to say more, he looked up at me, and winked at me mischievously, "You can take a look here."

"here it is……"

I always felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something, but I couldn't figure it out for a while, so I had to follow his meaning and not mention it for the time being.

But, Harry, thanks...

Thank you for not leaving me like this...

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Moxi accompanied her mother to eat hot pot with adults...

Mother: Put the induction cooker in quickly!

Moxie: Yes~~~~

Mother: Add water to the pot, why are you still standing there? !

Moxie: Yes~~

Mother: There are bowls and chopsticks, as well as salt and monosodium glutamate!

Moxie: Yes...

Mother: It's cold, I want some wine, how about you?

Mouxi: Uh...no need, you can just drink it by yourself.

Mother: Eat more vegetarian dishes, don't just eat meat!

Moxie: ...

Mother: What's the hurry? !The computer is there, and it can't run away! !

A certain Ximer... Well, you have been eating this for an hour! ! !

Mom: It’s such a cold day, let’s get a hot pot to eat, it’s so warm, it’s so comfortable...

Moxie: Yes yes yes...

Mother: It's getting late, wash up and go to bed.

A certain western black line... Ah, it's only past nine o'clock!Go to sleep!I feel sleepy when I'm full, and I always say I'm a pig! ! !

Pierce: Something is trying to type ing...

And Peas: Mother, the adults are sleeping on the side...

Volume [-]: Returning for Three Years