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"It's really so easy for you to fall in love." Snape moaned while wiping the corner of his mouth, looking at his masterpiece.

Just when the fire was about to ignite both of them, Snape suddenly pulled up the quilt and covered Harry with a phoenix cry.

He turned his head and stared displeasedly at the phoenix from Dumbledore who suddenly appeared and interrupted him.

The fiery red phoenix flew around the room and threw a letter from Dumbledore to Snape, then it tilted its head to look at Snape and the boy who was tightly covered by him, it turned around The next second he turned his head, he disappeared without a trace.

Snape got out of bed, frowned, tore open the envelope, and took out the letter inside and the disposable door key.

Haribala lowered the quilt covering his body, and the corners of his mouth curled down a displeased face, which made him very depressed when the fun between them was interrupted, "Is it Dumbledore?"

"Obviously." Snape snorted coldly.He rebuttoned the loose shirt buttons all the way to the top and smoothed out the creases.

"So Fawkes saw us?" Harry sullenly said, he didn't want Dumbledore to know what happened between him and Snape, especially what they did in bed.

"You think Dumbledore understands the language of the Phoenix?" Snape snorted, he didn't pay much attention to it, maybe the phoenix was sensitive enough to detect that the person lying under him was Harry, but so what.

Dumbledore didn't think Harry would mess with his worst professor.

Harry also felt that he was worrying too much.

"Then you're leaving." He re-buttoned his shirt.

Snape nodded, "If you can use the time to read more books and gain some knowledge - I will teach you a spell right now."

He suddenly picked up the ball rolled in the quilt and put it in Harry's hand.

Harry had a sudden premonition, "You're going to teach me to infuse magic to maintain her protection spell?" The corners of his mouth curled up, smiling like the warmth of a warm sun that could infect anyone who saw his smile.

Snape's hand took Harry's, "Feel me with your heart."

He said, and then Harry felt the magic from Snape, from the palm of his hand through the gentle covering of the ball, and then into the interior, he also felt the lively warm life force.

She is hot, like a flame.

"I learned." Harry said, "I can do this in the future." He looked at Snape, "I learned very quickly, so you really don't have to bear all the burden alone, Professor, I can also help you .”

"Now you just have to read your book quietly until I come back." Snape drew his coat.

The one-time portkey was destined for a familiar place—Godric's Hollow.

He looked at the scenery outside the window, it seemed that Dumbledore had returned.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Snape frowned and looked at the red-haired youth wearing the familiar half-moon glasses, alienated and indifferent.

"Severus, don't be so nervous." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes with a smile, and he stretched out his hand slightly to make a comforting gesture, "It's me." Those squinted eyes opened, the familiar wise iris blue eyes looked directly at Snape.

But the blond young man next to him was not so kind, and he looked at Snape with complete displeasure.

"This is the first person you'll meet when you return to England—what's so good about him! He's ugly and old-fashioned!" Grindelwald tore open the package of Lemon Sherbet and handed it to Dumbledore In front of Lido.

Dumbledore didn't even look at it, he took a lemon sherbet and tore it open and bit it.

"Ignore him, my child, I'm sorry to let you see me like this - it's very complicated, I won't describe it one by one, anyway, I need your help."

"I'm not your child." Snape frowned.

Grindelwald laughed, interrupting Snape, "Of course you're not Albus' child, our..."

Dumbledore's hand covered his mouth, and he looked at the brown sugar indifferently.

"I need a private space." He smiled, "Please go out."

Grindelwald also knew he couldn't be mad at his Albus right now - with all the bad things he'd done.

So the voluptuous blond youth gave Snape a hostile look again and reluctantly left.

"So how do you prove that you are Dumbledore?" Snape looked at the young red-haired youth with his arms folded.

"Severus, I have been cursed by Voldemort - I never thought he would be so generous one day, maybe his sense of humor has not disappeared with his hair." Dumbledore briefly said Telling his experience is like telling a cold joke.

Snape grabbed his left arm subconsciously, he frowned, "No, Dumbledore is abroad now."

"Have you met Tom? It seems that he is quite well-informed. He has been staring at the old professor, wanting to find out every move of the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore smiled kindly, and he took a bite of Lemon Sherbet Like a professor who embraces his students.

"What I need is proof, not platitudes." Snape refused to respond after finishing speaking, standing there like a spectator watching the young man's next clumsy trick.

"I'm sorry to disturb your vacation, my child." The red-haired youth looked younger than Snape, he was only in his early 20s, far from the age to say "my child" to Snape.

"Remember what I said to you on the first day you came to Hogwarts? - Severus, I don't ask you to learn to love other people, but you have to tolerate those children, who may have you once There is also the existence of your loved ones, tolerate their mistakes, and teach them the knowledge they should master. The most important thing in the position of a teacher is patience, and you definitely don't lack this, and this is what I think you can do. The reason for the job. You'd make a good professor."

"And you did really well." The red-haired youth looked at Snape gently through the half-moon lenses.

"Do you think I did a good job? - I almost broke Gryffindor House, and almost all the students hated me. I know the silly nicknames they gave me in private." Snape snorted.

"How boring school life would be if all the professors had the same personality, and you're much better off than Slughorn—at least you don't have that kind of family background... Don't tell our old friend that, He values ​​his reputation more than his antique snuff bottle." Dumbledore winked at Snape.He bit off the last piece of lemon white on the Lemon Xuebao, and licked the corner of his mouth with insatiable desire - if it was a white-haired old man who did this, who would care about a bad old man licking the corner of his mouth, but the current principal is young and tender.

But the sole audience's attention was not on him, and Snape was lost in thought as to why Dumbledore might have mentioned the old chameleon.It was none of his business whether the old Headmaster was attractive after the varnish.

"So you're looking for me to help you cover up your appearance?" Snape said coldly, his expression turned impatient, and he seemed to have accepted Dumbledore's words.

Tsk, he was forced to accept another mission.

"Please, Severus." Dumbledore smiled like a red fox.

Snape glared at the old headmaster, who had not lost his cheekiness in the slightest.

"I see." He cast a dozen testing spells on Dumbledore, and asked about the details of the curse - but Dumbledore faltered, just didn't make it clear.This gave Snape a headache.

"I'll make you a folk medicine for aging, as long as you're not a potion master, you won't be able to see it." He said indifferently, regardless of the principle of the curse, he came to a conclusion directly, and was ready to leave after speaking.

"Alright." Dumbledore sighed. "Oh, yes. How is Harry doing?" he asked suddenly after Snape turned.

"I thought you knew better than I did that his dog godfather couldn't sleep, maybe he thought it would be happier to live in a bigger room." Snape surmised maliciously.

"I thought you were going to visit Harry in Grimmauld Place." Dumbledore tore open another Lemon Sherbet.

"Potter's nanny is lying in St. Mungo's, ah, maybe you can contact the werewolf, he will be happy to take care of the giant baby Potter." Snape said impatiently and strode out of the room without looking back. A blond young man lying on the door looking at the room.

Frowning for this weird young man, but he didn't stop, and after leaving the house, he used Apparition to return home.

"Severus, you're back." Harry put down the book in his hand, and ran to take off Snape's coat.

"I'm going to brew an aging potion for Dumbledore." Snape looked down at the top of Harry's black head with curls like a bird's nest, and suddenly he reached out and stroked his soft hair, kissing the boy before he yelled. the top of his hair.

"Go to sleep first."

"Are you going to stay up late again?" Harry tugged at Snape's sleeve disapprovingly, "I've also been learning potions under your hands for so long, although I'm not good at learning--but I can still help with the materials of."

He looked at Snape expectantly.

"...Come here." Snape breathed out, compromising.

He put his arm around Harry's shoulders and led him out the bedroom door to the private study on the first floor.

Two people making potions would be less boring - though Snape certainly didn't think so.

Harry rolled up his sleeves, eagerly preparing to lighten his prince's workload.

He was determined to keep an eye on his old bastard, he didn't want Severus staying up all night on someone else's private business - even if that was Dumbledore, and if it was Voldemort, he'd consider adding something to the medicine.

He was already debating whether to give Snape a Stunning Charm - his Wandless Charm had been practiced so well that he could carry the old bastard back to his bedroom - if Severus was really going to stay up all night.

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? Dumbledore looked at the blond young man who was close to the door: So you like hanging on the door.

Grindelwald smiled brilliantly: I like hanging on you.

Snape pinched the sore bridge of his nose: it was an inch instead of an inch.

Harry's confused face: But how to control this?

Snape: You take the ruler, stick it out from the edge of the table, and just align it like that. (Speaking, took Harry's hand and taught himself)