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In order to leave some little bastard who is always doing tricks alone without disturbing his research on the Dark Lord's soul fragments, Snape gave Harry a lot of copying assignments - by the way Let this little bastard who crawls like an earthworm practice calligraphy.

So Harry fell into the homework pile after finishing his summer homework, and he had to stare at his professor's back resentfully, poking the parchment with a quill in hatred as if poking his professor's back.

Can he not do his homework - the answer is of course no!

This is the tragedy of a lover who is his own professor, completely unable to resist the increase in homework, and he has to be grateful when the old bastard takes the time to correct his homework and even give him a test!The more I think about it, the more worried I become!

Harry sniffed, and when the old bastard was buried in his research room, he dropped his homework and took out his precious lump ball from the cabinet, rubbing it in his arms, as if this would get rid of these The courage of homework——Harry looked at the pile of homework, his shoulders drooped, and he couldn't muster courage at all!

"Why should I obediently do the homework assigned by Snape during the summer vacation!"

Harry scratched his hair, he didn't even want to call him Severus, he just returned the title to before the summer vacation, he would rather still be fighting against Snape, so that he could seriously not do his homework!

Harry just obediently wrote for more than an hour. He shook his hands sorely, then dropped his homework and picked up the adventure novel he found yesterday to read. He lay on the bed, touched the black ball with his hands, and read Indulging in the novel, I soon forgot this pile of extracurricular homework.

"What a blessing to be lazy, isn't it?"

Suddenly the book in Harry's hand was taken away, and he immediately turned to look behind him to find that Snape was holding his book, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Severus, you came out of the laboratory." He smiled, then checked the time and found that it was already night! "It's already so late!"

"It can be seen that the novel makes you forget yourself, time flies, doesn't it?" Snape's voice was soft and powerful, beating on Harry's heart.

Harry just felt his waist go limp, and he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed—it must be the aftereffects of a day on the ground.

"No such thing." He sneered, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the pile of homework that hadn't even been finished by a third.

"You've completely forgotten your duty as a student." Snape looked at Harry, his black eyes sparkling with sarcasm and playfulness, and he leaned over to put one hand on Harry's side.

"Remember what you were supposed to do, Potter."

The hairs all over Harry's body stood on end, and his back was numb and itchy.

"What, what?" He swallowed, his mind blank.

Merlin's lace stockings!That final Potter sound almost made him break out in a sweat, and Harry moved his legs together uncomfortably, trying to hide his reaction.

But Snape, who was so close to him, naturally noticed this, his gaze changed, he sized Harry up, and at the moment when the little bastard was breathing messily, he put the one in the ink bottle Harry stuffed his quill into Harry's hand, pressed his back back, and lay there facing his half-written homework.

"Go on, Potter, this is your task, isn't it?" Snape snorted next to Harry's ear, and then nibbled the round and pink ear.

"You asked me to do my homework at this hour!" Harry yelled, and then he couldn't do it

Harry moved his butt uneasily, and received a blow and slap.

The sound made Harry's cheeks turn red like a roasted tomato. He turned his head to look at Snape, but was pressed back by the big hand.

"Finish your homework," Snape ordered.

"How can I do my homework like this!" Harry yelled angrily, and he couldn't yell out in the next second

Harry was trembling all over, he felt oppressed, maybe Snape was staring at him - no, far more than that!

"Well, you really are a bastard!" Harry whimpered, and the words he continued to copy became more crooked, like knotted earthworms.

Praise Snape for his poisonous tongue!There was a gasp from Harry's mouth, his brain started to go haywire, his reason seemed to turn into a sticky paste, he could feel it. "Teach, professor," Harry called, making the sound in his throat sticky.

"The most basic thing about being a student is not to be distracted by other things while doing your homework." Snape turned his head away slightly.

Snape stroked Harry's butt appreciatively, and found that the little bastard was indeed still using his remaining sanity to hold onto the quill and write on the parchment.

His hands were trembling, and the words he wrote were so distorted that they were almost indistinguishable.

"Pay attention, Harry," Snape said, not sure if he meant Harry's homework or what they were doing now.

Harry heard the sound of unwinding, and he shuddered at what was about to happen.

"No, you can't - I'm still doing my homework!" Harry yelled, and the last note quickly crumbled, his voice breaking and getting louder, like being punished for not finishing his homework bad boy.

"Do your homework, that's what you're supposed to do. Leave me alone," Snape said.

"Teach, teach, wait - me, my homework!" Harry yelled.Harry couldn't hold a quill at all now, so perhaps it would be easier to accept the punishment for not finishing his homework.

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