Snape waved his wand to carefully clean up the traces from the bed to the bathroom, and looked back at Harry who was sleeping on the bed. He was exhausted and his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

Snape was sure the rambunctious young man wouldn't wake up, he turned off the lights and went out, closing the door softly.

He fetched his coat and took out the morning letter from his pocket—his first post-holiday assignment.

Snape tore open the black envelope, he scanned the words on it, he needed to make a batch of potions for the Death Eaters' next mission, there was not much time left for him - he knew this was a test for him.

There are many low-level Death Eaters like him. If Lucius Malfoy hadn't introduced him to the Dark Lord, the great Dark Duke would never have met such an ordinary apothecary like him in person.

He needs to make himself more valuable, so that he has the opportunity to be personally assigned by the Dark Lord, and he can go to the top of the Death Eaters, where his value can be realized.

With a wave of Snape's hand, the letter automatically burned without leaving any ashes.

He went down the stairs to his laboratory to start making the batch of potions.

When Harry woke up, his whole body seemed to be falling apart. Did he have a fight with a monitor lizard or a Welsh dragon?Oh - of course not, he was bitten by a smelly snotling.

The corner of Harry's mouth curled down, but today was his birthday, and he could only deal with his dissatisfaction.

For the first time, he knew that that person was not without desires, on the contrary, that dark young man was also a mortal. Does this mean that his professor is just an ordinary person, maybe he also has something he likes.

But no one will give him presents, and no one will be his birthday angel to help him achieve those wishes.

How lonely that is.

For a moment, Harry didn't know which Snape he was worrying about until his heart ached. He lifted the quilt, resisted the strange feeling from the waist down, and looked down to find his glasses folded on the bedside cabinet. Pick it up and put it on, "Harry Potter's wand is coming."

Oh, luckily Snape wasn't here.

Harry cast himself a paralyzing spell that ignored the pain, and now he feels refreshed!As long as his waist is not sore or his butt hurts, he will be full of energy-after all, he has vented.

Harry pursed his lips, he opened the door, and suddenly had a strange feeling—he was very dependent on his own senses, which had helped him many times, allowing him to avoid some things for the first time and find the most important things Solution.

He went down the stairs and picked up his clothes on the stairs. He was wearing the house clothes that Snape had put on for him. He could only put all the clothes into a ball and waved his wand into the laundry room.

Snape was not in the living room.

Could it be that he went to the laboratory to conduct his research again?He might as well live with the crucible!

Gritting his back teeth, Harry walked to the closed door and knocked hard, but no one opened the door for him.

"I know you're in there!" Harry said loudly.

After waiting for a while, Snape opened a gap with a dark face.

"Give me a reason why you came here to bother me." He narrowed his eyes threateningly.

Harry smelled the delicate atmosphere in the air, and his face suddenly changed, becoming uncharacteristically serious, and that expression reminded Snape of the old headmaster Dumbledore for a moment.

"Did they look for you?" Harry asked affirmatively, "Or—they sent you a mission?"

Snape subconsciously grasped his left arm, then let go.

Daniel naturally knew he was a Death Eater, he saw the Dark Mark on his arm, and he knew where he stood better than anyone.

"You know all about it, so you shouldn't have any doubts." Snape parted his lips, his face showing Harry's familiar sarcasm, like a slap in the face that made him feel uncomfortable for the first time. So consciously aware that the man in front of him was Snape and not Snape.

He wasn't the double agent on their side.

He hadn't even started his espionage career yet.

"That's wrong," said Harry, who now stood outside and Snape inside, a gate dividing their positions.

He had to let Snape know, maybe—and he knew it was just a wish.

"Voldemort can't give you anything!" Harry said firmly.

"How dare you pronounce that name!" Snape yelled at the daring young man. He drew out his wand and looked around to be vigilant. His left arm was still cold, and he hadn't summoned anything.

Of course Harry knew that nothing would happen. He had already defeated the Snake-faced Demon King once, no matter in the past or in the future, he didn't have to worry about Voldemort, he was his defeated opponent.

So how can a mere hand and foot on the name imprison him?

Dumbledore needn't be afraid of this little trick, and neither should he.

He is no longer the ignorant and ignorant boy he used to be. He doesn't need to be afraid of a man who has been defeated by him many times.

"You really don't have to..." Harry said nonchalantly.

Snape stared at him, "No next time." Snape stared at the young man who had never seen darkness before and said, he even used a threatening tone.

Harry shrugged, "I see."

Since Severus was terrified of that name, he could abide by it.

"I just hope you don't help them." Harry looked at Snape earnestly.

Snape laughed at the young man's innocence, "Another just young man." He snorted coldly, "You should understand, Potter. I have no relationship with you beyond that contract. I took you in because of you." Remuneration, your sex tastes really good, but it's based on your wishes, and you have no right to accuse me other than that."

"Is that why you drugged me, then?" Harry asked back.

It was rare for Snape's pale face to turn red all day long, as if he had finally spent a pot of potion.

"That's not a drug - it's just a side effect of the lubricant." He said tactfully, only the uncomfortable rubbing of his thumb hidden under the cuff showed his lack of confidence.

"I suppose there's an option for lubricants that don't have the side effects," said Harry.

"I admit that I expect a little too much from you in my heart, but - I still want to help you." He licked his lips and continued.

Snape narrowed his eyes, silently sizing up the young man in front of him.

Daniel's hair was still a little damp, with the refreshment after bathing, the whole person exuded the laziness after venting, and there was a coquettish look in the corner of his eyes.This appearance was only seen by him, and it appeared in front of him so defenselessly.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" He began to think about the suspended potion in his mind.

"That's wrong, Severus." Harry looked at Snape. "The Dark Lord is doomed."

"You have no future with the Death Eaters." He was absolutely sure.

"James Potter told you that?" Snape sneered.

It's hard to see how much Daniel listens to stupid Potter.

"But even if you listen to him like that, he won't open the door to you and invite you to be part of his family."

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