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Harry originally planned to use the Portkey to go back to Spinner's End to settle accounts with the old bastard who forced him to move, but the plan couldn't keep up with the change.He had a letter from Headmaster Dumbledore.

And that prevented him from taking the time to find Snape.He couldn't help pulling out the parchment to write a letter to Hermione after returning from a trip, but crumpled up the letter paper after writing the letter.

No, he couldn't tell Hermione about it right now, his clever friend would pick up on his anxiety.And he couldn't go to Snape - maybe the old bastard already knew - Dumbledore had changed Potions professor for next year, the same Mr. Slughorn who had taught Snape.

Harry took out the photo Mr. Slughorn had given him from his pocket, showing Lily and Prince on it, and when his fingers touched Prince's face, the thin, expressionless boy frowned, But I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt helplessness flashed across Prince's face in the photo.

This is just a photo, not a real person like a portrait.Harry suddenly picked up the photo and kissed his prince who didn't seem to like taking pictures.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, the depressed mood thrown out by Snape was a little bit—well, it still made him very upset, he clicked on the little prince in the photo again, but Prince was not poked out of the photo range, The teenager in the photo just glanced at him—maybe he was looking at the camera.

Then Harry looked at Lily in the same photo. Her fiery red hair was a flame of passion. Suppressing the sourness rising from his nose, he found an empty photo frame to put this photo in, and put it on the bedside.

Maybe he should cut Prince out, Harry pursed his lips or dismissed the idea, if the old bastard found out then he would often get Snape's sarcasm, such as his brain is full of hormonal waste some type of!

Harry lay on the bed. He took out a book of Auror combat skills and read it. After turning over a dozen pages, he rubbed his sore eyes and turned off the light.

No sleep for one night.

From then on until the day before the start of school, he was in touch with friends whom he hadn't seen for more than a month, to learn about their recent situation and what happened in the wizarding world recently—after Scrimgeour came to power, the Death Eaters moved a lot less, and he Being an iron-blooded politician isn't as troubled and muddled as Fudge's.

Although Bella escaped from prison, the opposite is the strengthened Auror patrol in Diagon Alley, and he actually sent Aurors to accompany Hogwarts.

Harry also went to the Burrow, and Ginny wrote to invite him, specifically mentioning that Molly made her best baked apple pie for him, and everyone loves Molly's baked apple pie!

Ron was very pleased with his arrival and invited him to stay for the night.Harry refused, he found a random reason, but he knew that he would not share the bed with any man except Prince, of course he was also afraid that if he had the problem of talking in his sleep, he would be caught by others. knew!

"Harry..." Ginny smiled shyly at Harry, and she put down the brewed black tea.

Harry didn't detect any emotion about the pink bubble, it seemed to him that he had something to say after not seeing Ginny for a month, maybe he should call Hermione, after all girls talk to girls all the time .

With just this thought, Harry picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of black tea.

At this time, Molly brought the baked apple pie, and Ginny had no chance to speak.

"Try it quickly. I used green apples that just hit the market, or wild apples from England! It's sour and sweet, and it's just right for apple pie! It's the best dessert at the end of summer!" Jasmine greeted enthusiastically. Leigh tastes her specialty dim sum.

Jasmine's apple pie was really delicious, and he couldn't eat dinner anymore just eating the pie, so he declined Jasmine's persuasion, and discussed with Ron that they would meet at Hogwarts tomorrow. Floo back to 12 Grimmauld Place.

He looked at the empty and shady Slytherin-decorated living room that made his heart tremble, his shoulders drooped, he was really happy at the Burrow before, and the Weasleys' warmth made him envious.He also hopes to have such a warm home without losing the little complaints in life.

He thought of Prince, and the time they spent together at Hogwarts, he and his prince squeezed together on the sofa, they read books together, and his whimsical speeches from time to time often annoyed Prince who was interrupted from reading If Si is unhappy, he will pinch his nose helplessly, mocking his shallow knowledge but also correcting his mistakes.

And when they were making potions together, Prince taught him how to handle those materials. Their hands were held together. nose and Prince's serious and earnest expression.

He treats him as carefully and carefully as he treats his potions.

When he needed him, his prince would give him his precious time, and he would give him his hand, leading him all the way back to Gryffindor Tower.

If he and Prince form a family, they will definitely not lose to the Weasleys, they have their warmth and happiness.

But that's just thinking, Harry scratched his hair.

That old bastard wouldn't want to start a family with him, he kicked him out!

As soon as Harry thought of this, he took out the key hanging around his neck. Although he could see Snape tomorrow, he still wanted to grab the old bastard by his collar and ask him what he was thinking!

So Harry used the Portkey.

He ran to the bedroom on the second floor with a clear goal, and then he didn't leave all night. The soundproof charm on the locked door was working competently.

The next day, Harry yawned. He was given a bottle of muscle relaxant and a bottle of energy potion. He rubbed his sore waist and lay on his bed to sleep.

He was wrong about Snape for one thing, and even after 20 years, he was still willing to waste his precious time on him.For example, now, Snape is standing in his bedroom and helping him pack his luggage, even sorting out his summer homework and stuffing it into his suitcase, changing the water in Hedwig's birdcage and stuffing it into his suitcase. Full of owl cookies.

"Potter, if you still plan to sleep then I have to inform you that you have been expelled from Hogwarts." Snape waved his wand and cast a weight-reducing spell on the luggage, so that Harry could easily pack them together take away.

He turned around and walked towards the little bastard on the bed who was happily in the arms of Sleeping God, pressed his shoulders and shook him awake.

"Huh?" Harry woke up, trying to pick up his slipped glasses only to find that Snape put them back on the bridge of his nose for him faster than he could.

"Already ready?" Harry looked at his packed luggage in surprise, and it turned out that Snape was already very proficient in this - if he hadn't thrown him out last time.

He jerked up the collar that was close at hand, and gave his professor a good morning kiss excitedly.

"Are you going to Hogwarts?" The kiss didn't last long, and Harry worried that his swollen lips would not be easy to explain to his friends, although he was sure that Snape's detumescence potion The effect is outstanding.

"But the Potions Professor has changed." He suddenly remembered the new Potions Professor and said it directly, and then he was a little uneasy. He looked at the expression on Snape's face.

Snape wasn't surprised that Harry knew of this, he didn't look in a bad mood and even Harry could taste a tinge of satisfaction from his expressionless face.

Harry narrowed his eyes, it didn't feel good to be concealed, which made him grip Snape's collar and rumple the fabric.

"You should know that I never want to teach you two-legged beasts with empty heads who don't know anything about subtle potions." Snape mocked his 16 years of unsatisfactory teaching , sparing no effort to criticize batch after batch of students, "Potions is a delicate subject that requires wisdom, it is not suitable for everyone." horror memories.

"It's because of your teaching method, obviously you can teach very well." Harry retorted, suppressing the rising resentment.

Snape stared at him blankly.

The fearful Harry's desire to survive played a role, "Okay, so now the Potions professor has changed, don't you stop teaching?" He asked again.

"It's time." Snape didn't answer Harry's question. "Be patient, Potter. You'll find out soon won't you?" He stood up and held out his hand to Harry.

Unhappy with not getting an answer and being kept in the dark, Harry stretched out his hand and squeezed the rough-skinned, thick-skinned old bastard's hand.

Snape levitated Harry's luggage and led his little bastard downstairs.He put a Confusion Charm on himself as a disguise, and Apparated to London Station with Harry and his luggage.

He sent it here and left.

Harry pushed his luggage towards platform nine and three quarters, it was still early, there were not many people on the platform, and the carriages were empty.He randomly picked a car near the front and got in, continued to catch up on sleep and waited for his friends to arrive.

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A little bit of running account.

ooc small theater:

Harry grabbed Snape by the collar: You can clearly teach well!

Snape snorted coldly: Of course the savior exclusive courses must be different.

Harry blushed: Is this a new style of love talk?Wait (in retrospect), why didn't I enjoy it during the summer vacation!

Snape smirked: After the trial period is over, you need to recharge for class (hands stroking Harry's back suggestively)