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When Snape opened the bedroom door, he looked up and saw Harry sitting cross-legged on the bed, the black glass palm-sized ball resting securely on his crossed legs against his stomach, while he One of his hands is also resting on it.

Harry was practicing the Wandless Charm, and he was controlling a glass to levitate, which he did pretty well—the glass moved up and down with his thoughts.But when the door opened, Harry was startled and let go of the Levitation Charm, and the cup fell to the carpet and shattered.

"Severus, you're back." Harry smiled at Snape, turned his head and looked at the broken pieces on the ground, he took a deep breath and recalled his previous practice facing the broken pieces The cup cast a wandless Restoration Charm and caused the restored cup to float again, this time he floated it onto the bedside table.

Snape took off his cloak and hung it on the walnut coat hanger. He adjusted the cuffs and turned around to see that Harry had put away his practice tools, and there was no debris left on the carpet.

"Having a good time practicing alone? It seems that you don't need your professor to teach you anymore." Snape said softly, walking towards Harry.

It had only been more than a week and Harry's performance in learning the wandless spell was not as bad as he had expected. It seemed that this daredevil still had some redeeming qualities.This also caused Snape to revise some of the arrangements reserved for Harry until after school started.

"Don't make fun of me, I'm far from enough." Harry shrugged, not paying attention to the sarcasm in Snape's words - he knew Severus' speaking style, the old bastard never It's like this when you're a teenager, and it's impossible to change it.Besides, he quite liked his prince's speaking style.

As long as it is everything about Prince, he likes it very much.

"Sneakily took out this ball, I can see that you are really happy, and you will learn the lockpicking spell as soon as you learn it." Snape picked up the ball on Harry's lap, raised one eyebrow, and looked at it playfully. looking at Harry.

"Severus, you can't keep her locked in that little box forever, she'll get sick! What if she likes to hide in the closet in the future?" Harry said plausibly, and found himself one to watch under his eyes. For very good reason.

"Potter, are you thinking too far? Since your little one hasn't been born yet." Snape sneered.

His laughter aroused Harry's dissatisfaction, so the exasperated boy reached out and snatched his ball back. Then he lifted up and reverently kissed his little darling.

"She will be born anyway, and now I plan to be too early!" Harry muttered, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something and opened his eyes wide, and those eyes seemed to burst out with a captivating brilliance, shining brightly.

"When are we going to decorate her room?" He laughed, his eyes curled into crescents.

"When the Dark Lord is making arrangements to deal with Scrimgeour, how can you still think of such a thing?" Snape sneered coldly, dispelling Harry's thoughts with one sentence.

Harry stood up as if exploded, and looked at Snape with a questioning look, "The Dark Lord is going to attack the Ministry of Magic!"

"Not now." Snape frowned slightly, and he put his hand on Harry's shoulder and pushed the impulsive little bastard who was about to explode at one point back to his original position.

"The Dark Lord found out that Dumbledore was not in England. Although it has been a week, this also proves that he has more than one source of information. In addition—" Snape paused, he spoke uncertainly, "Bellatrix has recovered. I saw her today. However, her treatment is not as good as before. I think that as the number one fanatical follower of the Dark Lord, she will make amends as soon as possible to restore her position in the Dark Lord." The status in front of me, although I don't know what she is preparing, but I think I will see her soon."

"Will you be in danger?" Harry nervously reached out and grabbed Snape's cuff.

Snape looked down at Harry, and after a moment he leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, taking off his glasses.Snape held Harry's chin, studying the boy's blushing face.

"This is my job, Potter." Snape's voice seemed to be cold, even though his breath was so hot that it hit Harry's face, the red on Harry's cheeks still faded.

"I will obediently stay in the room these days." Harry followed Snape's voice and thought about it. Bella naturally wouldn't summon Snape like the Dark Lord, so what Snape meant was that Bella would come Look for her - she is absolutely uneasy and kind!

So he gets a kiss.

Snape kissed the bridge of Harry's nose, followed by those luscious lips, which also smelled of milk - it could be seen that his boy's obsession with growing tall was so deep that he drank milk like water.

After tasting the delicacy that belonged to him, he kissed Harry's eyes, causing Harry to close them. Due to the weight of his body, Harry had to lean back, and finally his hair fell on the sheet, and his back was covered by soft The bunk catches.

Harry lifted his neck, and the raised Adam's apple caught Snape's gaze.

"You really don't resist at all." Snape chuckled, he picked up the ball in Harry's hand, pushed it casually, and it was caught by the quilt that Harry had lifted earlier, and it was safe and sound. Standing still at arm's length from Harry.

"Severus, are you hungry?" Harry cheekily grabbed Snape's hand and placed it on his stomach, before he began to unbutton his shirt, which was soon under the force of gravity. Under the action, it slid to both sides, exposing his chest and the bruises on it that did not subside, dotted lightly on his shoulder blades, but the two pink spots recovered quickly, attracting Snape's eyes as before.

"You're tempting me," said Snape, looking at Harry's red cheeks again, leaning down and nibbling the tip of his ear.

Harry was said to be stiff for a while, and lately he has really been obsessed with the physical communication with Snape, as if their distance is back to the time he and Prince were together - although the old bastard is outside the bedroom He still kept a teacher-student distance from him, but he liked to challenge the old bastard's bottom line - he wanted to see Snape's indifferent face show other expressions for him besides cold sarcasm and anger.

But Harry didn't continue his seduction, and even his hand on Snape's chest stopped to grasp the buttons.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Harry said suddenly.

He should have known that this boy's inappropriate divergent thinking could mess up any atmosphere!

"Potter, your professor has decided to teach you how to do things from beginning to end." Snape smirked and grabbed the little bastard's hand, tied the little bastard's hand with a tie, and looked around. His lower hands were tied above his head, and his shirt was opened wide, revealing a boy with a bruised chest and a slender and muscular waist.

The corners of Snape's lips curled up slightly in pleasure, and he began to savor the most delicious meal in front of him.

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The plot was deleted and changed, stuck for a long time.

Harry glanced at the cub not far away: Is this not very good?

Snape indifferently raised his head and stared at Harry who interrupted him again, the little bastard really deserved it!

The cub ball that was thrown aside: the ball has no human rights, huh