Trouble with hp love at first sight

After being ushered into a double seat by the waiter, Harry still felt uncomfortable. He looked down at the cutlery on the table, "Why are there two sets of knives and forks..." He stopped after speaking.

Well, he knows that French food is as difficult to cook as the French. During the Triwizard Tournament, the students of Beauxbatons gave people a sense of elegance and nobility, just like flowers on a tall building, while Hibiscus She is the goddess of the public, but when Furong married Bill, he realized that no matter how beautiful the goddess is, she is also an ordinary girl, and the sense of distance disappeared.

Snape didn't seem to hear the question, he just lowered his head and unfolded the white napkin, and Harry watched Snape's actions and repeated them in a similar manner.

At this moment the Messenger brought bread and butter for the meal, and brought wine, which was uncorked and poured for them.Everything is so ceremonial.

"In the wizarding world, is this the same way French food is eaten?" After the waiter left, Harry followed Snape's action and broke the bread, picked up the outermost knife used to butter the bread, and spread butter on the bread. Butter, spread as you go.

"Muggles are always good at making their lives more nourishing, and people are all about enjoying themselves." Snape said so.

Harry ate the bread in his hands, and wiped his hands on the napkin, "Since wizards can also learn from Muggles, why do they have to talk about blood? I don't understand how difficult it is to live in peace?"

He still couldn't understand, even though Snape obviously lived in a Muggle area, he also advocated the theory of blood, or was it that as long as he was a Slytherin, he would be like this and take a different path from them?

The waiter brought them salads, vegetables soaked in olive oil, authentic slices of smoked ham folded and sprinkled with grated cheese, like a bouquet on grass with white snow.And its taste is also full of layers, just like its color, spring, summer, autumn and winter all pass through the taste buds.

"Your thoughts are always too naive, Daniel." Snape shook the red wine in his glass, he looked at this frizzy young man, because he was so stubborn and emotionally stubborn, like a book that he never thought about again after opening it. Put down the book.

"The reason for all this is right in front of your eyes. Look at such a corrupt wizarding world, and you will understand the culprit of all this." He took a sip of the wine, the mellow wine rolled in his mouth, and the tannins After the tip of his tongue danced, a series of changes took place, bringing sourness and the aroma of apple and oak in the wine itself, reminiscent of the farmstead in autumn, the sun shining through the apple orchard, the shadows of the trees swaying, and the sight in front of him Standing Potter exudes the smell of ripe apples, wearing Muggle jeans, tightly wrapped around his hips, a small belt cinched his waist, and when he bent down, his tight waist was exposed to the air , Thin but tight, his whole body is full of vigor, and there is a force that cannot be ignored flowing in his veins.

Snape swallowed the wine in his mouth, and he squinted at the delicious young man in front of him.

"You think the Muggles are the culprit of all this." Harry put down his salad fork.

"Not that I think - you need to think about it, you don't really know the whole picture of the wizarding world..." Snape said.

Harry interrupted him, "Don't you understand?"

Snape didn't speak, he picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, his movements were very elegant, and those hands with well-defined finger bones were indeed beautiful, which unconsciously attracted Harry's attention.

At this time, the violin playing in the restaurant changed to a cheerful track.

Harry knew that the bastard would not answer, he clenched his fork and bit the salad on the plate bitterly, as if eating grass, "I don't like to be vegetarian."

He pursed his lips, even though the vinaigrette was appetizing, but he only liked the solid food, such as the roast chicken legs that were a must at Hogwarts dinners.

The waiter came and removed the salad and brought a creamy soup with a shelled snail in it.

Harry watched Snape's action of drinking soup, only feeling irritable, he unbuttoned the top collar, undid three buttons fully, and exhaled.

"I don't like this." He said, obviously they were in the Muggle world now, but he still felt a sense of restraint, maybe this restraint was given to him by the snot in front of him.

"I just want to have a good meal, something simple." He said his thoughts, and he took a breath and began to complain, "Such a dish, and there are various etiquette..."

"You don't have to obey, this is the Muggle world." Snape said and snapped his fingers, "No one will see your little freedom."

Harry snorted, realizing that Snape had used the Ignore Charm so that no one would pay attention to what was going on at their table, only the waiters would be counting the time to come and serve the food.

"You're foul." He hated Snape the most, if the guy wasn't always nice to him when he hit his limit.

Same thing with the old jerk, he always acted like a jerk at first and threatened to drop him out of school, but in the end he just kept protecting him.

As for Severus, he has always been unwilling to give up the mission of the Death Eaters, but now he is willing to follow, and he also left behind the potion formulated by the Dark Lord, and even accompanied him to dinner in the Muggle world—he bet, It was also the first time Snotluck had eaten in Muggle territory, perhaps his first time eating French food.

"You're embarrassing me." Harry pursed his lips and looked at the soup in front of him. He simply picked up the plate of soup and slurped it down, and touched the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"You see, this is me - that's how I used to eat." He looked at Snape blankly.

Of course he was exaggerating, but he just wanted to see that face—oh, he didn't know what he was expecting, that would make him actually give up, instead of being persuaded to go back.

"I can tolerate your little freedom." Snape just shook his glass, staring distractedly at the liquid hanging in the glass, he glanced at Harry, "You can keep your truth in front of me .”

"Daniel, maybe you haven't realized that other people in this world don't care what you look like or what kind of personality you are. Most of the people who come into contact with you only need to know your name and your appearance. You will have a rough understanding of your personality, and the single-digit people will know your preferences. Maybe you have the same three views, and your preferences are even more similar, but only one person will see the interesting soul and overly lively personality under your skin. character."

"Maybe." Harry picked up the glass and took a sip. He almost spit the sour and sweet wine back into the glass. He swallowed bitterly with the liquid in his mouth. go down.

He really never drank this stuff, he only drank champagne, at the celebration banquet.

He looked at Snape, at the snot-nosed man who kept his expression on all the time.

"Tell me about you during this period of time - anyway, you have seen me, I got a job, and I repeat the same thing every day in a coffee shop." Harry shrugged, and he found another topic .

After the soup is over, the veal steak with butter baked potatoes is fried very tender.

"My research results were published in the European Journal of Potions, and they invited me to participate in the exchange forum of the Potions Association. At the end of the exchange meeting, I was awarded the title of Master of Potions." Snape briefly described what happened during this period thing.

He didn't say that those senior masters he met at the exchange meeting, those old guys wanted to be his nominal teacher, he only agreed to the president of the Potions Association, so now he not only won the title of Potions Master, but also He was awarded the position of director of the association, thanks to his nominal teacher.

"What is the research result?" Harry asked casually, and he took another sip of the wine, trying to find the favorite place among the strange taste.

Not bad as a mouthwash, at least it tastes good with steak, Harry thought wildly.

"My main focus is on poisons and antidotes. This time, the result is the improvement of broad-spectrum antidotes. It is mainly a compound toxin of neurotoxin and hemolytic toxin. Generally speaking, it is helpful for certain special snake venoms." Snape The answer is very concise.

"Snake venom." Harry caught the word, put down the cup in his hand, took a deep breath and looked at Snape.

Inexplicably, he felt a strange sense of destiny, and then the next dish was delivered at this time, which was baked oysters with a wedge of lemon.

He watched Snape's movements, and then he changed the knife and fork, and also knew the function of the second pair of knife and fork.

"The snakes in the cage in your lab?" Harry continued.

"That's only part of it," Snape said modestly.

"Wait a minute—you're not taking the Dark Lord's pets as research subjects!" Harry felt a flash of light in his head, and he stared at Snape with wide eyes.

That's right, that's it!Snape was the bravest person he had ever met, how could such a genius let such a research subject go, and his status as a Death Eater would allow him to observe nearby, maybe he could get a sample.

This was the double agent he was familiar with who dared to play Voldemort!

"It's just your speculation," said Snape icily. "You have no proof, and in order to prevent you from spreading the rumour—"

"You're going to lock me up?" Harry snorted.

"You have to stay by my side." Snape looked at this frizzy and silly Potter, his face softened a little, matched with the warm golden lights of the dining room, it seemed that his whole body softened.

Harry moved his jaw and found that he really couldn't say no to snot!

So he can only vent his dissatisfaction by eating food, and the last dessert is his favorite chocolate cake.

Of course—he didn't eat anything weird.

On the way back, Harry pulled his arms and stretched his limbs.

"The taste of that restaurant is really good." He bowed his head and kicked the stones on the road. "It's my first time to eat French food, one after another, although I don't like those etiquettes."

He looked up at Snape, and at the hand that was outstretched towards him, and Harry put his hand on it, staring at the grasped hand.

"I can learn by myself," he puffed his face, "That restaurant is too expensive!"

"Then you need a kitchen." Snape frowned, and he pulled Harry towards the Muggle house. "And now you only have an attic."

"I can't go back with you," said Harry muffled, "at least not tonight," he added.

"Then tomorrow," said Snape, looking at Harry without blinking. "You've got a night to think about it."

"Or do you want to miss a potions master, or a potions master who specializes in antidotes." He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tip of Harry's nose.

Maybe he wanted to give him a kiss.

Harry suppressed the simmering anticipation in his heart, he just groaned, and continued walking with Snape.

Silence spread, and they did not speak further.

But at least, he liked Severus tonight, he seemed so approachable, as if he agreed with his point of view, trying to get close to Muggles.

No - can't believe it, it's a liar!Harry banged himself on the head as he watched as Snotty tricked Mrs. Eison into believing he was coming to pick him up and dragged him to the bathroom right in front of Mrs. Eison.

The poor old Muggle lady had no idea of ​​the horrible things these two fine young men were doing in her attic.