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Snape woke up leisurely in the morning light. Rosemary's room was in a good location, the window opened to the east, and the daylight poured into the room through the white lace curtains, making the whole room bright without being glaring at all.He felt comfortable and cozy, and on such a cold but beautiful morning, it was rare for him to stay in bed.

Rosemary was lying on his chest, her long breathing revealed that she could not have slept more peacefully, her white cheeks showed a healthy blush, her hands were wrapped around his waist, and she was curled up in his embrace.

Snape remembered that for a while, he always felt that Rosemary was like a princess, who needed to be carefully cared for and cared for, but until today, he really felt that he was the one held in the palm of his hand and cherished, obviously that was the case A gentle girl, but it seems that she can easily guard him firmly.

He is not a person who needs sleep very much, and he often sleeps lightly because of nightmares and tension. Therefore, even though the previous night's "workload" was quite heavy, he can't fall asleep now that he is working hard.Snape let go of Rosemary gently, covered her with the quilt, got up by himself, and planned to get dressed.

He picked up his shirt and trousers on the wooden floor, found underwear and panties among the messy bedding, and quickly put them on before Rosemary woke up—he felt that he didn’t have the courage yet Facing her naked in the sun.

After getting dressed, Snape didn't know what to do next. His EQ was so low that he knew he couldn't just leave like this, but he couldn't just be in a daze with nothing to do, right?

He looked around Rosemary's room, the layout of the room was similar to her Slytherin dormitory, with the same soft carpet and pillows, and the textbooks and homework of this semester were piled up on the low table, which couldn't be put down. Heaped directly on the ground, there is no desk at all.

Snape took the parchment she had written halfway through and looked at it. She seemed to be thinking about what to delete. The parchment was scratched, but the paper was written line by line in French, and his French was not good. , only a little knowledge of the vocabulary about potions and black magic, and what Rosemary is writing is obviously not simple at all, he can only understand one out of ten, it seems to be describing the use of dragon blood. .....

He put down what Rosemary had written halfway through, as if thinking of something, he took out a new parchment, unscrewed the ink bottle, and began to write deeply.

When Snape left the bed, Rosemary had already been awakened in a trance, but she couldn't wake up immediately, so she didn't say anything.

She squinted her eyes and watched him put on his clothes, inspecting her room with sharp eyes like a reviewer, and finally began to bury her head in writing, she saw everything in her eyes.

The soft morning light spilled into the room, and of course it would also fall on Snape's face sitting by the window. Because of the light, his usually serious and indifferent face looked soft and fragile unexpectedly, and she felt a burst of sweet tenderness in her heart. , Wrapped in a dark quilt, got up and asked: "What are you writing?"

Snape quickly turned to the girl who suddenly spoke, because the movement was too fast, the metal refill of the quill pen hit the ink bottle, making a crisp crashing sound, but Snape didn't regain his senses, he stared blankly at Lu Mary.

Her hair is disheveled, her expression is lazy, the corners of her mouth seem to be smiling but not smiling, her soft voice is now sweet and hoarse, he cleared his throat, wanted to say something but didn't know what to say something.

"I mean, what are you writing about? So serious early in the morning." Seeing that he was silent, Rosemary asked further.

Snape looked away, trying to keep his gaze from following her...but he couldn't help but stare at Rosemary slipping comfortably out of bed, then opened the wardrobe and took out a morning dress. Put on the robe.

Just when only her snow-white smooth back and slender and graceful curves remained in his mind, Rosemary appeared behind him, bending down to look at what he was writing.

"You're writing to Regulus?" she asked directly, without beating around the bush.

"Hmm." Snape responded simply, seeing that Rosemary hadn't figured out what was going on, he began to explain. "You remember where Kreacher, Regulus' house-elf, was caught?"

Rosemary nodded, how could she not remember?But she caught this active criminal in her dormitory.But seeing that Snape was about to start a tirade, she hurriedly stopped. "Wait first! I haven't had my coffee for breakfast yet. My mind is in a mess and I can't think of anything."

So the two went to the kitchen together, the coffee machine started to work, Rosemary took out a plate, put toasted toast and jam in front of the two of them, took out two apples from the refrigerator, and put one in Snape stepped forward, and then started to chew on his own.

Snape took out two mugs familiarly, rinsed them under the tap, filled them with coffee, and handed them to Rosemary before continuing the unfinished topic.

"I wonder how deeply Regulus got involved... Maybe there's something I can gain through him," Snape explained.

"For example...Horcruxes?" Rosemary asked, tilting her head, remembering the thing that Snape and Dumbledore both valued before.

"Hmm...I don't know either. But knowing more wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?" Snape said arrogantly.

Rosemary laughed and asked, "What will you do? He doesn't even want his brother!"

"Didn't you play ball with him? Oh! You once punched Sirius because of him? You know him so well, why don't you tell me what he wants." Snape's face was blank Said with an expression, not sure if he was serious or just joking.

Rosemary brushed her hair, took a big sip of coffee, and lowered her face, pretending to be deep and said: "I said? I said he probably wanted to attract the attention of his family or his brother." But It didn't take long for her bluff to break through, and she waved her hand and giggled, obviously finding herself acting funny. "How do I know what a kid is thinking, self-fulfillment or something? You're the one who was a Death Eater, and you know better than me anyway?"

Snape was obviously a little surprised to see Rosemary use such casual teasing to bring up his past, but he also felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart, but he never discussed his inner feelings with others, and he didn't even now. Except, he suppressed his emotions and continued to explain. "He wants to be recognized...Didn't Regulus himself say that that day? He wants to be the best and recognized Black."

Rosemary nodded. "I'm well aware of sibling jealousy, Petunia is always targeting Lily...but I always thought Regulus was in love with his brother...he adores Sirius so much."

Snape frowned, he never thought that Petunia was jealous of Lily, but jealousy is also right, an ordinary Muggle can't become a wizard no matter how hard he tries, she has nothing but jealousy, but... ..."I thought Petunia would be jealous of you too." If Petunia's jealousy of Rosemary makes sense, then maybe her yelling at him that day wasn't really about Rosemary, she wasn't really empathizing with Rosemary For Rosemary's sake...

"Oh! Petunia loves me, everyone loves me." Rosemary said loudly in a deliberately exaggerated voice, and then made herself laugh again. "After my parents divorced, I followed my mother, so there were very few conflicts with Petunia. Instead, she developed a kind of morbid hostility towards Lily...which made Lily go to live in school." Rosemary shrugged, Bring the topic back on track. "But can jealousy be so serious? Will it make people want to destroy another person? Even hurt their own family members?" She couldn't figure it out, how could she put her relatives and classmates in danger?

"It's like this at the beginning, you think you are just chasing glory and power, then you will find yourself sacrificing more and more things... Then you are not who you thought you were at all, and your original purpose is also lost ..." Snape said softly, and Rosemary nodded sympathetically.

"Then what are you going to do next?" Rosemary put down the apple core, picked up a piece of toast and began to nibble slowly.

"Give him what he wants most." Snape drank his coffee in one gulp, hesitating whether to start eating the apple.

"Is the Dark Lord's appreciation? What should I do? Give him more information? Let him use it to please the Dark Lord?" Not to mention that there is any information that can be leaked, isn't it putting the cart before the horse and seeking skin from a tiger?

Snape didn't speak, just stood up, crossed his arms, and looked at Rosemary happily, obviously wanting her to find out for herself.

She bit her lip...Recalling the conversation with each other, she carefully came up with an inference: "Could it be something he asked Kreacher to run into my room to find?"

Seeing Snape nodding, Rosemary continued to guess—is there anything good in her that the Dark Lord would covet?The most precious thing is mermaid hair, but with Gabriel standing in the Dark Lord's camp, how can he lack this thing, since he doesn't want hers... then he wants someone else's... ...

She looked at Snape with knowing eyes, and replied confidently: "He can't get into your room, so he tried to come to my room to see if there is the potion that heals the black magic damage, right? "

With a proud look on Snape's face, he patted Rosemary's head rewardingly.

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