Trouble with hp love at first sight

C.14

How can I catch up with Snape?

This question can definitely make all Hogwarts students feel that there is something wrong with the questioner.Maybe Ron would introduce St. Mungo's top psychological counseling experts to the person who chased Snape while shouting "Long time to see each other"-trying to save Gryffindor from destroying Snape's marriage for so many years. To find a balance of oppressive fear.

Originally, he should have the most say on this issue.

But now—Harry sighed, crossing all the methods he had just listed.

If he went and confessed to Snape that he was Daniel, he might not even be able to see the sun tomorrow.

So this is absolutely not OK!

So what should he do?

Harry was scratching his hair and came to the bathroom with a distressed face. When he was about to wash up, he saw his own face, and then suddenly he opened his eyes wide, looking at his own clear and bright green eyes in the mirror, and his s face.

Oh, he could assure you, Snape absolutely loved that face, and those eyes.

That's why he looked at him with hatred and love at the same time - isn't it both hate and love.

It almost cost him his life.

So with this face, it should be easy to deal with Snape.

"I need to figure something out," Harry said to himself, and couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror again.

First of all, active seduction is definitely not going to work.

He had done so much before that Snape could only think that something was wrong with Harry Potter's head.

Therefore, he had to change his mind.

"If only there was a love potion," Harry sighed.

But this is even more unworkable, trying to charm a potions master with a love potion, he might as well think of tying Snape up - wait, that might be a good idea.

After making this note, Harry continued to think about his seduction plan.

"Since you want Snape to think of Daniel Potter, not Harry Potter." Obviously these two were himself, Harry just wanted to pour himself a beer in depression.

"Should I change into the clothes that Daniel used to wear and swing around in front of Snape?" He snapped his fingers, he had to try.

It might work.

So he recalled for a while, remembering the cloak when they first met, turned out the crumpled cloak, and after using the ironing spell, he happily changed into it, and after combing his hair, he walked out Gryffindor Tower.

"What's the matter again, Potter?" Snape opened the door angrily, staring at the meddlesome boy outside the door, "I remember this is my office—not the back garden of the Savior."

"Professor McGonagall said that I can find a professor for tutoring, since I'm missing a whole school year." Harry grinned.

"Does the Savior need to take extra lessons on Defense Against the Dark Arts? Defeating the Dark Lord is enough for the examiner to give you an O." Snape sneered.

"No, it's Potions," Harry said quickly, his hand on the door to prevent Snape from closing it, "I don't want to talk to Slughorn about the Slug Club, I just want to review my homework." He looked sincere, as if he had no other reason.

That's a good excuse indeed.

"The savior can always exercise some privileges, Minerva has already promised so." Snape snorted dissatisfiedly, but still opened the door, he gave Harry an incoming look, and closed it after he entered the door.

C.15

"professor."

After entering the office, Harry looked around slowly for a week. He was naturally familiar with this office, and Snape hadn't made any changes to his office over the years, even the last time he gave it to him on a whim. Snape's rose was gone.

Everything returned to the gloomy and cold in his memory, like a bat cave, without any popularity.

"Don't you think the cloak I'm wearing looks familiar?" Harry looked at Snape, and found that his professor was just frowning at him, showing no familiar expression on the cloak he was wearing.

There was no nostalgia as he expected.

Oh, maybe he'd forgotten all about it long ago—yes, it's been so long!

Maybe he forgot all about what Daniel Potter looked like!

Harry couldn't help turning his mind the other way, and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

So even if he went naked on Snape's bed, he would throw him out of bed and into the chilly Slytherin hallway.

This stinky, hard old bastard is definitely capable of such a thing!

"Did you steal some Gryffindor's wardrobe so excited to come to me to show off your theft?" Snape said dryly.

"You really don't have any sense of humor, Professor." Harry sighed, and he sat down on the desk behind him with a smile, "This is the standard cloak of the Order of the Phoenix, as long as it is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, everyone has one. one—but I don't think you have one. I'll have Professor McGonagall order one for you, as a present for your rehabilitation."

The cloak he was wearing was indeed a custom-made cloak for the Order of the Phoenix. At that time, in order to see his companions at a glance during the war, he ordered a batch of such clothes - each piece of clothes had special buttons from Weasley's joke shop, It can convey a message. The most obvious difference is that the edge of the cloak is seamed with dark red, so that it can be completely distinguished from the all-black cloak.And this canopy was only ordered after the death of Professor Dumbledore.

So if Snape really remembered Daniel, then he should remember the dress.

"No, I refuse." Snape maintained his usual indifference, and he looked coldly at the little bastard in front of him who had the audacity to sit on his desk and smile.

That young and snarky face stung him again, making him want to throw him out the door.

"If you're only here to waste my precious time—"

"Let's start tutoring now." Harry smiled, changed the subject easily, and got down from his desk.

Sure enough, the old bastard had forgotten everything.

Heh, after all, so many years have passed, so my memory is about to decline.

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor." Snape turned cold, expressionless, "If you don't correct your attitude, Potter," he narrowed his eyes and hissed as if threatening to flap his tail. Rattlesnake, poor wretch, "and that's not what you'd want to do, unless your exuberant curiosity urged you to try it."

"No, of course I won't." Harry shuddered.

He took out his textbook, and obediently followed Snape into the potion making room. When the lights came on, all kinds of precious potions, such as frogs soaked in jars and multi-eyed spiders, were placed against the wall. The materials are less creepy.

Under the slightly yellowish light, he stood in front of the familiar cooking table, facing Snape, as if there were only the two of them left in this small cramped space.Even the air became ambiguous.

Oh, he really didn't expect such a day to come.

Harry glanced at Snape.

"Open the book to page 24." Snape said indifferently, "Don't tell me you haven't even read this book." He watched Harry frantically flipping through the book, and the book looked It's as if it's brand new and hasn't been opened at all—that's why it's so difficult to turn over, as if the papers are stuck together.

"I haven't had a class in a whole year." Harry looked down as he turned to the page.

Snape gave Harry a deep look, and he began to describe the contents of this page - exactly the contents of the first lesson of the Advanced Potions class of the seventh year.

Harry lowered his head, writing with a quill brush dipped in ink, his writing speed could barely keep up with Snape's speaking speed - obviously the old bastard spoke so slowly, like a snake dragging it His long body walked on the ground.

"Severus." Harry looked up, and he was about to complain about the speed of his speech when he remembered that this was not the time.

So he shut up.

"What did you call me?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

He looked at Harry, from the cloak he was wearing to the face he hated so much, and finally fixed his eyes on the lightning-shaped scar hidden by the messy bangs.

After a heavy breath, his breathing returned to clear and shallow, as if it had never changed.

"Professor." Harry changed his words without changing his face, "I didn't catch what I just said, can you say it again?"

"Gryffindor deduction..." Snape had just started to deduct points when he was interrupted by the little bastard who grabbed his collar suddenly.

Harry grabbed Snape's collar so hard that he lowered his head unexpectedly, they were so close - so close that Harry could smell the potion coming from Snape - it was snake venom The smell of medicine.

"Are you still taking your medicine?" Harry frowned, he let go of his hand, took out the unused bottle of medicine from his pocket, and put it in Snape's hand.

"This might work." He looked at the bottle of potion.

The potion he had worked so hard to obtain was meant to heal Snape.

This was his purpose in the first place.

"Potter, no one will be grateful for the extra things you do." Snape was indifferent as always, he glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, and then snorted coldly, he withdrew his hand, and the sleeves of his robes were His hand covered it, and in the shadows he clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, as if trying to crush it.

"I know," said Harry, smiling again at Snape, "but I want to. I want you to be healthy, and if I know you haven't - am I bothering you?" Rest?" Having said that, he couldn't help frowning, with obvious worry on his face.

"Get out! What hypocritical kindness! I don't need your hypocrisy - get out!" Snape was completely enraged, like a volcano erupting in a snowstorm, lava mixed with biting ice.In his rage, he erected all the thorns all over his body, aiming at the source of his anger.

In the end Harry was kicked out, and he couldn't even finish a class.

"Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor, for your disrespectful teacher." Snape completed today's Gryffindor points deduction before closing the door, clearing the points of Gryffindor College, which had finally risen above the zero line. Bottom.

Sighing, Harry picked up the textbook that fell on him, and decided to find an empty classroom on the way back and study for himself.

Sure enough, he should change to a more roundabout way - or simply pass the NEWTs first, and then think about chasing Severus back.

If he was half-hearted, he would definitely not be able to catch up with Snape, but he would fail his NEWTs, and then his little sweetheart would see enough of the joke.