HP's Professor Feeding Manual

Snape turned over two more pages of the book, but didn't read much at all.

Harry Potter was no longer a student at Hogwarts, and the eleven o'clock curfew was useless to him.What's more, this is not Hogwarts, and it's only ten o'clock now.

He is just a borrowed guest, so what right does he have to discipline him not to return late?

Teddy, who sleeps alone at night, feels scared without his godfather. How about an excuse?

Don't be kidding, does he really seem like someone who would seriously care about the kid?When he said that, he was afraid that Potter would pop his eyes out!

☆、10·Potion

Snape put down the book in his hands irritably. After Harry left, he had been looking up various materials, and he finally had a certain understanding of the world nine years later.

He really died in the last battle at Hogwarts. Afterwards, when the Dark Lord threatened everyone, Harry went to the Forbidden Forest alone for an appointment, and was carried back lifelessly by Hagrid. resurrection……

In the end, he killed Voldemort and once again survived the Avada Kedavra.

So Potter had already died once?Just like him?

He didn't quite understand how Harry came back to life, as he did.For him, it was just the moment he died and opened his eyes again to see Harry Potter nine years later.It all happened so fast that there was no trace of it.

Still, he made some wild guesses.

Dumbledore never puts all fears in one basket, if he and Harry can definitely know how to kill the Dark Lord, maybe he will leave different clues to different people about them Why didn't he die there.

He selectively read a lot of books. Judging from the few magic books on the shelves, Harry really paid attention to everything about the wizarding world, especially the war.

There are especially many books about commemorative or documentary, accounting for almost more than half.

He needs more clues, Harry's limited books have given him a lot of directions to think about, and now, he needs to start looking for the person on the list in his mind.

Snape found a pen and paper from the study, wrote down the list of the living people he needed to contact, and then used another piece of paper to record the dead people he needed to investigate.

This will be a huge project. There are too many secrets left by Dumbledore. In addition to those members of the Order of the Phoenix that he knows, there is also a list of personnel from the Ministry of Magic, as well as the families of those people. Friends, even relatives or enemies.

Snape looked down at the list he had made, the long list of names made people dizzy.And what he needs to do most now is to go back and take out the money he has temporarily stored in the Muggle world.

Yes, Mr. Snape didn't foolishly keep all his funds at Gringotts or at his home in Spinner's End.Knowing that the Dark Lord would eventually perish, he would transfer more than half of his income into pounds and deposit it in the Muggle banks every year.As for bank cards, he opened a safe and put them all in there.

This is a plan that is easy to implement, and it is also the future he once thought about.If one day, the Dark Lord is destroyed and he is not dead or imprisoned in Azkaban, he will immediately disappear from the sight of those wizards.In the Muggle world, looking for a place where no one knows him, to spend the rest of his life peacefully.

The first half of his life was too ups and downs, and the second half of his life should be spent calmly.At that time, he wasn't even in the mood to sit in Hogwarts and watch those little animals jumping every day.

With the beating of the second hand of the clock, Snape reorganized the lists, sorted them in the order that they could be found and investigated, and then shredded the previously discarded papers and flushed them into the toilet.

And at this moment, the sound of opening the door sounded outside.He put away the last two notes, opened the bathroom door and went out to see Harry changing his shoes in the hallway with a tired face.

Harry heard the voice too, looked up and saw that it was Snape and smiled awkwardly.

"Good evening." He said, put the changed shoes in the shoe rack, and then went to the living room rubbing the back of his neck.It wasn't until he came over that Snape noticed the burn marks on his clothes, and even some burn scars on his exposed skin.

"what happened?"

Harry was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled when Snape raised his chin slightly to signal his arm.

"A Muggle kid, Magic Riot," Harry said simply, taking off his shirt with the sleeves ruined. "Should have been back before nine o'clock..."

His whereabouts were almost known by the Ministry of Magic. In order to keep it secret, Harry wanted to use Muggle transportation instead of apparating on the way back.

He turned on the faucet to wash his face, heard the footsteps getting farther and farther behind him, raised his head and smiled wryly at himself in the mirror.

The double disguise of magic and Muggle has been lost, and the famous lightning scar is exposed on his forehead. With emerald green eyes, anyone in the wizarding world can recognize this as the famous Harry. Mr Porter.

It's a pity that the person he likes doesn't care about his reputation, and even hates it to the extreme.

Harry pulled up his own towel and wiped his face. By the way, he applied a layer of toothpaste to the burnt area on his arm (this recipe was told to him by a Chinese person he met before), and the mint-flavored toothpaste immediately healed the injured area. Bringing a cool feeling, he walked out of the bathroom with a sigh of relief.

Snape had already returned to the room, Harry went to the bar to pour himself a glass of ice water, drank more than half of the glass in one gulp and refilled it before returning to the table and chairs to sit down.

Although he was exhausted after working for several hours, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Drinking the ice water slowly, Harry felt his physical strength recovering little by little, and even his benumbed brain began to function.He just remembered, came back so late and wondered what happened to Teddy?

Snape didn't look like a nanny type person, and he would never tell Teddy a bedtime story to lull him to sleep.

Thinking of this, Harry immediately got up and walked lightly into Teddy's room.

The bedside lamp exuded a soft light, and when he walked over, he saw Teddy sleeping on his side, with a copy of "Magic War I and World War II Summary" beside the pillow.He certainly didn't pick such a boring book, and Teddy's room itself would have some children's books, whether wizards or Muggles.

If he wanted to read by himself, he didn't have to go to his study at all.

Harry soon realized that perhaps Snape brought this book specially to lull Teddy to sleep, right?

He recalled Snape's gaze when he stood at the door of the bathroom when he just came back, and his attention to the scars on his body.That man didn't wait for him to go home before he went to rest, did he?

Thinking of this, he who was already tired suddenly felt a lot more refreshed. He lowered his head and kissed Teddy's forehead lightly, and dimmed the light of the bedside lamp, before he retreated lightly.

As soon as he went out, he saw Snape sitting in the living room.

Harry was startled, and said almost subconsciously: "Didn't you go to sleep?"

"Who told you I fell asleep?" Snape raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes fixed on Harry's arm, "Come here!"

His gaze gave Harry a sense of nothing to hide from, and with his upper body naked, he subconsciously wanted to back away after being told this.Snape made an urgent sound impatiently, "Don't make me say it a second time, Potter."

So, Potter had no choice but to obediently pass by.

Snape raised his eyebrows, parted his pursed lips, and said a simple sentence.

"arm."

Harry stretched out his injured arm, and a fresh smell of peppermint toothpaste spread from the tip of Snape's nose. He stared at the blue paste for a while before taking a deep breath.

"Go and wash it."

Didn't get ridiculed?

Harry blinked and looked at Snape hesitantly, forgetting to move.

As soon as Snape raised his eyebrows, he taunted directly: "Is your brain also burned dry, or is the toothpaste on your arm squeezed out of your brain?"

Sure enough, this was Snape's character.

Harry immediately went to the bathroom to wash off the toothpaste on his arm. When he passed the living room, he saw a bottle of potion in Snape's hand. The potion was open, if he smelled it right. , that should be the potion for treating burns.

He had used this kind of potion too many times during the war, and he didn't expect to smell it again after so many years.

The toothpaste-applied wounds were soon exposed, and the burns on the white skin looked particularly glaring. When Harry returned to the living room, Snape was no longer there, but the bottle of potion was left behind .

He was a little disappointed, but couldn't help but want to smile.

Snape, are you concerned about him?

After sitting down and drinking the water he put before, Harry picked up a small bottle of burning potion.He also knew the ingredients of the burning potion, which happened to be among the potion ingredients that came with it, which could be regarded as one of the most basic potions.

He dug out some potion with his fingers and carefully applied a thin layer on the burnt area. After the cold potion was applied to the wound, he felt itching and the scars began to shrink after a while. , and then heal.

The last piece of skin was only slightly redder than other places, and there was no trace of it other than that.

Harry's body wasn't the only one with burns on his arm, but it was the area where the burns were the largest.As for the scars on the neck and chest, which were smaller, he took the potion into the bathroom and wiped it carefully, and he was relieved when the wounds were healed.

There was still a bottom left of the potion, so Harry carefully put it away, took off his pants and took a shower.

When he came out of the shower, he frowned as he looked at the trousers that had been thrown aside casually.

There were quite a few messy marks on the trousers as well, and it seemed a little silly to put them on after a shower.He hesitated for a moment, thinking that everyone in the room was asleep at this time, so it would be good to just wrap up in a towel and go back to the bedroom.

He threw the trousers and underwear he took off into the laundry basket next to the washing machine, and went out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

It was hot in summer, and he didn't even wipe off the water on his body. As soon as he opened the door of the bathroom, he felt a gust of cold air blowing from the air conditioner.Harry only felt an itchy nose and sneezed with his mouth open.

The bath towel, which was hanging loosely around his waist, was shaken and fell lightly to his feet.

☆, magic wand

"I never knew you had such a hobby."

A voice lighter than a bath towel suddenly sounded. Harry, who thought it would be okay to drop a bath towel, immediately became nervous, and subconsciously squatted down to block the important parts, then grabbed the bath towel while looking up in the direction of the sound.

"Mr. Snape!" He gritted his teeth, the previous emotion and excitement had long since disappeared, "Can you explain why you don't go to bed in the middle of the night but wander around in the living room?"

Mr. Snape, who was named, didn't look ashamed at all, but twisted his lips into a sneer.

"Of course not to see your unrestrained hobby of naked and running." He raised the book in his hand as he said, "The lighting in the guest room is too dark."

At the beginning, Harry kept that room to do things that would not be seen by the Muggle neighbors. The lights in it were really dim, and after Snape lived in, Harry accidentally forgot to change the power for him. Larger CFLs.

He held the towel in front of him, stood up and walked around carefully from front to back, and then said nonchalantly, "Tomorrow I will call someone to come over and change the light." He took a step forward and walked out of the bathroom door , clutching the bath towel around his waist tightly with one hand, he quickly returned to his room, and only poked his head out after entering the room.

"You go to bed earlier too."

Snape, who was disturbed again, looked up, and was about to taunt when he saw the furry brain return behind the door in a flash, and all Harry left him was a cold door.

"I'll split the electricity bill, Potter." He snorted coldly at the book, not paying attention to Harry's previous words at all.

After breakfast the next day, Harry took Teddy to the hospital to visit Anna and Lily, bought some toys along the way and brought two simple magic children's books, which were popular science books for mother and daughter to get in touch with magic.

When Teddy heard that Harry found the same magical girl last night, his dissatisfaction was thrown out of his mind, and he excitedly took some of his toys, ready to play with the little sister.

Snape watched them leave expressionlessly, stood down on the balcony to confirm that Harry drove away before going back to his room to change a set of clothes, and touched the spare cash in Harry's drawer from the study.

The drawer was locked, but a simple wandless spell wasn't too difficult for Snape.He took out a few bills, locked the drawer again, and closed the door to go out.

When I got into the elevator, I happened to meet Joanna who was about to go out. The enthusiastic girl immediately pressed the door open button and waited for him to come in.

"Where is Mr. Snape going, shall I take you?"

"Need not."

The conversation ended here, and Joanna smiled awkwardly, lowered her head and played with her mobile phone, and stopped talking to Snape.She had only limited contact with Snape a few times, and she knew from Teddy that this was their distant relative, and he was a difficult person to get along with.

Teddy said he had autism, and Joanna really believed it this time.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. Snape nodded to Joanna and went out. Joanna behind him was taken aback for a moment before laughing.

I thought he hated her so he spoke so succinctly. Now it seems that he is just not good at getting along with people, right?This Mr. Snape is so funny.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and Joanna arrived at the underground parking lot and drove out quickly in her own car, just happened to stop Snape on the way.

"It's not easy to hail a taxi here. If you go to the city, I'll take you there."

Under the sun, the red-haired girl smiled brightly, "Come on, it's hot outside." She said as she opened the passenger door, "Mr. Potter helped me last time, and it's normal for neighbors to help each other." Well."

Snape stared at her for a few seconds, then walked around the front of the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Joanna showed a triumphant smile, and asked after getting on the main road, "Where is Mr. Snape going?"

"Just go to the city and let me down." Snape sullenly looked ahead calmly.Only he knew that when he saw the girl's smile, he couldn't help but think of Lily.Especially after hearing the disappointing "Oh" from the people around him, he could hardly help explaining his indifferent words and deeds.

Of course he knew that this was not Lily, but, a girl like Lily, contacting without any prejudice or purpose from the very beginning would always make him feel at a loss.

Just like Teddy, the kid's pure admiration and attempt to approach him made him the most irresistible.

Compared to this, he still found it easier to get along with Harry.At least, he won't have this feeling of not knowing how to react.

Do not!

In fact, this feeling is also there, just last night, when Harry reminded him to go to bed early.Of course, that sentence was not because of what he twisted, Harry said it because he was worried about the electricity bill.He knew it clearly, but couldn't help but want to ridicule.

Thinking wildly all the way, Snape didn't even notice that Joanna secretly watched his eyes from time to time, and when the car slowly stopped in a busy street, he got out of the car directly.

After closing the car door and watching Joanna roll down the window to say goodbye to him, Snape said bluntly, "Thank you, Joanna."

"So you know my name!" Joanna laughed, "You can call me when you go back, and you can write down my mobile phone number..."

"I don't have a phone," Snape said, regretting for a moment the gesture of thanks.He turned to leave, and Joanna looked at his back, muttered for a while, closed the window and drove away.

What a weirdo who doesn't even have a cell phone.

Snape didn't know what Joanna thought of him, and just walked out of the street and hailed a taxi to report his destination.The rented safe was not too far away, and Snape successfully used the password to take out the bank card with the most deposits inside.

In the past ten years or so, the Muggle world in his cognition has undergone too many changes. Snape came out of the bank for withdrawals, looked around the strange surroundings, and planned to go to the Leaky Cauldron next stop.

Thanks to Potter, even if he wanted to leave the wizarding world, he didn't move further afield.

Snape turned back and re-entered the bank's business hall, and found a seat to sit down.Today is a working day, and there are not too few people handling business in the bank, but not many.Occasionally, some pedestrians will come in to rub the air conditioner.

He sat in a place where there were not many people, took out a pen and paper from his pocket and began to write what he needed.

He was relatively safe in the Muggle world, but once he entered the wizarding world, it was hard not to be recognized as a "war hero" who had become a household name and even had his photos published in magazines and books.

Snape wasn't as optimistic as Harry, and he didn't think everyone really bought into his "hero" claim.Too many people died in the war, even if he didn't personally participate in it, but as long as he had the title of Death Eater and participated in the activities of Death Eaters, he would definitely be hated by some people.

The necessary camouflage is still needed.

There were not many things Snape needed to buy, mainly a hooded smock, sunglasses, and some fake beards for makeup.Also, his hair needs a trim.

As a double-faced agent, he often needs to avoid tracking and hide his identity, so this kind of makeup is not difficult for him.And changing a hairstyle can sometimes almost turn a person upside down.

After shopping for everything, Snape walked into a hair salon and asked for a short haircut.

His facial features are prominent, and short broken hair will make him look more difficult to touch. The hair stylist suggested that he can change his hairstyle, but Snape took a cold look in the mirror and never dared to express his opinion again. .

The short haircut was trimmed very quickly, and the result was a little better than expected.Although hair stylists dare not express their opinions, they still have the courage to make changes.

Snape stared at himself in the mirror almost absent-mindedly, and the hairdresser beside him showed a smug smile.

"My workmanship is not bad, sir. If you go back like this, I guarantee that even your wife will be stunned and dare not recognize you in the first place."

well.

Snape nodded, that's what he wanted.

Put on sunglasses and a smock, and the person in the mirror is almost another person.People who were not particularly familiar with him would certainly not associate the man in the mirror with Snape.

Getting off a taxi near the Leaky Cauldron, Snape walked down the street and dodged into the pub.

There were not many people in the bar, and the light was dim.He ordered a simple lunch and sat there eating slowly while listening to the whispered discussions of those people.

This is an entrance to the magical world, and it is also a bar. It is the easiest to sniff out some recent news.Those wizards who haven't seen for a long time like to show off their latest news here, and Snape likes to sniff out news here when he was a Death Eater.

However, his time is limited today, he just deliberately slowed down the speed of eating, but he didn't plan to stay for a long time.

Entering Diagon Alley smoothly is like entering another world.Snape couldn't help standing in the sun and took a deep breath, feeling that even the air was beating with magical factors.

He walked slowly along the street, and there were not many people in Diagon Alley before the rush hour for students to buy supplies for the new term.Snape walked along the way and bought the necessary potion materials in several different shops, bought wizard robes in second-hand shops to change into, and then walked towards Ollivander's wand shop.

Ollivander's shop door also has a long history of wand shops written on it, and a Ministry of Magic announcement is posted next to it.

For the stable development of the wizarding world, a real-name system is required for purchasing wands.Snape frowned slightly. If the real-name system is required, he, who is already dead, would not be able to buy a wand...

☆, go home

Snape stood in Ollivander's shop for a moment, then turned away immediately.Standing here for too long can easily arouse the suspicion of others. After all, if a person does not need to buy a wand, he will rarely come here. As for standing at the door in a daze, it must be because of the real-name purchase announcement.

He walked casually along the street, occasionally stopping in front of some old shops in a daze, and after a while, some of the eyes that stayed on him moved away.

"Another wizard who came to miss the past!" He vaguely heard such an argument, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a smirk.

It's never been that easy to fool some people.

After buying some books at a second-hand bookstore, and taking a long walk around Diagon Alley, Snape went to the Leaky Cauldron to open a room to put his things down, and then sneaked into Knockturn Alley.

No matter what time it is, there are always places where gray exists.

He believed that Knockturn Alley would definitely have what he needed, a wand, and some potion ingredients.

However, he never expected to run into a secret meeting between Weasley and Malfoy.

Snape hid his figure in an instant, and followed the two people back and forth into the bar named Burning Blood quietly.There were not many people in the bar, and even if those two people were very vigilant, they were definitely not as experienced as Snape.

When Snape successfully sat next to them and eavesdropped on their conversation through a layer of plants, the two of them were almost on the verge of arguing.

Hogwarts should really teach them how to use the Silencing Charm.

As Snape listened to the two pointlessly passing the buck, he thought to himself, those Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who change every year are really bad.

In all fairness, maybe Lupine is still a qualified professor-he must be particularly good at teaching students to deal with werewolves.

"I warn you, Malfoy, that's no ordinary doll, it's... that's..."

"What's that?" Malfoy's sneer sounded behind him, and the once young Mr. Malfoy is now able to handle everything with ease: "Weasley, I never realized that the original Gryffindor That's the amount of guts you have, isn't it just a lost doll?"

"As I said, that's not a doll, that's... Snape!" Weasley's voice dropped for an instant, but Snape still heard the last name almost squeezed through his teeth.

Is that him?

What do you mean?

"What do you mean?" Malfoy asked the question Snape wanted to know.

Weasley's voice was lowered, "Malfoy, I said that this is an extremely important experiment. The spell I read in a magic book can recreate someone's body. Of course, this is also Inspired by the fact that Voldemort was resurrected!"

Voldemort's name elicited a low exclamation from Malfoy, which Weasley interrupted impatiently.

"Is it okay not to be so afraid of a dead man?" George sneered, "And you are not a Death Eater now, Harry proved it for you."

"But it cannot be denied that if the Dark Lord appears again, I will be watched again by the Aurors. It is no longer a secret whether I use my left hand or right hand when I go to the toilet." Malfoy's attitude was not very good, he was not polite The sarcasm and self-mockery made Weasley laugh.

When eavesdropping and lurking, the last thing Snape lacked was patience. He listened to the two people taunting each other for a full 3 minutes before the topic changed again.

"Malfoy, you understand why I'm working with you. You have enough money, and I trust Harry's judgment. In the end, you're inclined to the Dark Arts and won't make a fuss about what I do." Weasley's voice It sank down, "It's a black magic, it may be a magic that should be banned by the Ministry of Magic in addition to the three forbidden spells, I only heard Harry say that using the blood of servants, enemies, and relatives Bones, that's how Voldemort came back to life."

"Say the Dark Lord you're going to die, don't you?" Malfoy sneered.

"No, but talking about Voldemort will make me feel good!" Weasley was obviously more mocking than Malfoy, "Don't interrupt me, Malfoy. Based on the details Harry told me, I rummaged through a lot of old Old spellbooks and potions books, finally found the spell."

"Congratulations." Malfoy said dryly, "I believe that as a Weasley, no matter how deviant you are, you would never think of resurrecting the Dark Lord." He said with a short laugh, "But I It never occurred to you that you would want to revive Professor Snape."

"That was an experiment!"

Snape heard Weasley say. "But there are spies in the laboratory you provided, and our test object was stolen! Although it is just a body, it is Snape after all. Who can guarantee what the person who stole that body wants to do?"

"No soul?"

"To put it simply, it's like what Muggles call a vegetative person. He can breathe and have the most basic nerve reactions, but he has no consciousness. That's a walking dead. If someone uses that body to do something... God Ah, I can't believe it, you have arranged for untrustworthy people to guard such an important place..."

"Is it interesting to say this now?" Malfoy sneered, "But I understand the real reason why you came to me in the first place."

"You want to resurrect Fred, don't you?" Malfoy lowered his voice, "Are you crazy? How can a dead person be resurrected!"

"Voldemort was resurrected!"

"Don't mention that name, you lunatic!" Malfoy cursed. "And what about your test subject, Snape? Is he resurrected? It's just a body, and once it is leaked and known to all, then we Just die! Study the black magic of the Dark Lord's resurrection? And I'm a ex-convict Death Eater! They'll think I want to resurrect the Dark Lord, and if you're lucky, you might be able to pretend that I used Soul Reaper curse!"

"George Weasley, you're going to get us both imprisoned in Azkaban! Or worse, kissed by a dementor! And a walking dead like your lost Snape! "

"So, you'd better find that spy as soon as possible, and get 'Snape' back!"

Malfoy's panic and nervousness clearly pleased Weasley, and his tone calmed down.

"Otherwise, we're all going to be with dementors for life."

Snape could hardly sit still. The conversation between the two of them might be meaningless to some people, but at least it made him understand what was going on with his current body.

"Snape" at his best, resurrected by the Dark Arts.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch his arm, no wonder there was no Death Eater's mark in that place, no wonder those ailments he had had never appeared...

Is that how he was resurrected?

Because there is a [-]% fit body, so his soul is back?

Because, he is afraid of death?

Snape sat quietly until Malfoy and Weasley left, then slowly checked out and walked out of the bar.It took him too much time to eavesdrop, and some things can only be bought when he comes next time.

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron and returning to the lively Muggle neighborhood, he felt that he could breathe freely again.

Dolls, bodies, and the black magic that resurrected the Dark Lord...

He had always thought that Harry Potter had faked his death and left him in his care.But now it seems that he is just the body of a stolen doll...

So why did he end up in Harry Potter's hands?

Potter shouldn't know about the cooperation between Weasley and Malfoy, which means he shouldn't know about the existence of Snape's body.No, even if Potter knew about it, he wouldn't do such a thing...

It should be said, who sent him to Harry Potter?

When Snape returned, Harry's house was already brightly lit.Snape hesitated, paying more careful attention to his surroundings than usual.

If Harry's supposedly hidden Muggle life was actually being watched, then he couldn't rule out the possibility that someone was watching him for a long time.

Snape knocked on the door, and Teddy opened it to take a look, saw that he had closed the door again, removed the chain and let him in.

"Sev, Harry is very angry because you... came home late." The kid lowered his voice, and secretly glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "You have to be careful."

Snape nodded to Teddy, changed his shoes and entered the room.The little ghost went back to the living room and continued to crawl and write his summer homework.

He had a lot of questions on his mind to ask Harry, so he crossed the living room and turned into the kitchen without thinking.

In the kitchen, Harry was preparing their dinner. When he heard the movement behind him, he said without looking back: "Teddy, dinner will be ready later, but we can't eat together until Sev comes back. If you are hungry Now, you can eat the pudding in the refrigerator first."

That natural tone caught Snape for a moment, and even forgot to give Harry a little reaction.He just stood there, watching Harry skillfully prepare their dinner, and he cleared his throat after a while.

"I am back."

There is a feeling of coming home, and there is "family" waiting here.

Teddy tipped off Harry's insistence on waiting for him to come back for dinner, and if that wasn't enough, maybe the delicious smell of food in the kitchen.

☆, doubt

"Oh!" Harry was startled, and really jumped back to look at Snape who was standing at the door. "Where have you been? Mr. Snape, maybe I should remind you that this world is dangerous. If you behave too strangely, you will be noticed by the Muggle police, and even by the wizarding world!"

"I think I'm better at hiding my differences than you are for Muggles." Snape curled the corner of his lower lip, and the soft lines tightened instantly. "Mr. Potter, does it mean that if I live here, I must accept your 'management'?"

Generally speaking, don't dolls have to listen to their masters?

Harry hesitated, then shook his head.

"No, Mr. Snape, but I think for the sake of safety..." Harry didn't know how to stop a Snape from going out. He turned around and turned off the fire, and then looked at Snape seriously: "The situation is very serious now." It's complicated, I don't know how to explain it to you..."

He understood that Snape was a doll, but he couldn't help treating him like an equal.

"Then say it slowly." Snape squinted, wondering if Harry knew he was Snape, not a doll.

No, according to a single-celled animal like Potter, it would never take the initiative to think about these things.

In Potter's eyes, he was just a doll.

This conclusion should have made Snape indignant, but thinking that even if it was Snape's doll, Potter's attitude towards him was so, so peaceful, all the dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared.

Sneh, who originally planned to tell all the discoveries of the day,