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Snape stepped forward and opened the iron grille door, which was entwined with rose vines, dotted here and there with rosebuds that were about to bloom.

But Severus let go of him.

Harry opened and clenched his empty hand, the night wind blew, the heat on the back of his head disappeared quickly, maybe even the little bit of breath left with it.

Harry pouted involuntarily, his cheeks bulging slightly at the thought that his prince wouldn't be his prince after school started.

"Potter, are you standing there stupidly and finally accepting to be dismissed?" Snape raised the corners of his mouth and smiled like a villain.

It was a look Harry had been very familiar with for the past five years.

He put away the dissatisfaction on his face, once he stepped through this door, then they should go back to the past when they were fighting against each other.

He walked over quickly, but took another step, standing behind Snape, obediently like a swallow-tailed dog without thinking and only following behind wizards.

"Severus."

Snape glared back at Harry. He walked into the iron door, and Harry had to follow in and watch Snape close the door and wave his wand at the lock so that it locked automatically.

"Potter, I hope you remember that at Hogwarts you have only one identity and that is a student." Snape said, he took the lead and gave Harry a sharp back.

Harry stared at the rolled up cloak, wanted to hold it, he wanted to stand beside Snape, he wanted to talk to Severus instead of standing behind him like this, Because he was a student and Snape was his professor.

Harry pursed his lips, and suddenly he remembered a spell.

"Professor." He followed, with joy on his face, his eyes hidden behind the glasses were as bright as stars falling into a clear lake.

"Potter, I hope you have a good reason." Snape stopped in his tracks, turning away displeased.

"Have you ever heard of the Unifying Heart Curse?" Harry smiled.There was no way Snape wouldn't know the spell, which Remus knew, so maybe he'd be a little less miserable this term.

With a gloomy face, Snape strode towards the castle, leading the happy little bastard behind him.

'Severus, Severus, Severus...'

His head was filled with the noise of the annoying little bastard behind him, like the buzzing of annoying bees.

'Why do not you speak?Or do you not hear me? '

Harry's voice grew weary after an artificial sigh, as if forcing Snape to communicate with him.

"Professor, you look bad," Harry said, gloating, and he kept calling Snape's name in his mind.

'To shut up! '

Snape finally responded.

"The world would be a better place if you didn't talk." Snape snorted.

A pun.

"The world is already beautiful, so there's no need to make it better." Harry said without changing his expression as he became more and more resistant to Snape's sarcasm.

'Honey, you finally answered me!This magic is so convenient! ' Harry's voice in his head was almost like a caged bird that was finally released after being imprisoned for two months.

He chattered non-stop.

When Snape was annoyed and about to unilaterally cut off the magic of telepathic communication, Harry's tone finally became normal.

'I'm sorry, Severus. '

'Um? ' Snape's voice was perfunctory.

Harry glanced at the professor whose expressionless face seemed to be enduring walking with Potter.

'I shouldn't have gone to Malfoy, he beat me twice.The first time can be said to be a temptation without knowing the depth, and the second time—” He paused and seemed to know that his reason is really untenable, this kind of behavior of giving away people’s heads is really mindless Only human beings can do it.

'I was trying to find out what Malfoy was going to do, but the spell bounced back. Harry's tone became frustrated, "I now know that rebounding spells can really hit the target in a narrow space. '

'This is your reflection? ' Snape's tone rose, as if he was about to be laughed out of anger.

Harry glanced at Snape again, noticing that his professor seemed completely unaffected by their exchange - he admired Snape's total control over his facial expressions, as if he had split into an inner and one outside me.

Maybe with more Occlumency he could do it.

'Professor, do you know what Malfoy is going to do? '

'It's not your business to ask - you're a student, Potter.Do you really think you can save the world because others call you the savior? ' Snape's indifferent voice hit Harry directly in the heart.

'I want to help too. ' whispered Harry, 'if you don't tell me, I'll find out myself. ’ The next sentence he started to sulk with his professor again, since the head of Slytherin couldn't handle a single Gryffindor anyway.

Snape opened the door and led Harry into the corridor leading to the auditorium. Candles on both sides illuminated the dark corridor.

"Professor," Harry said suddenly after a long silence, "thank you for bringing me in." His tone was hard and aggressive.

'I love you. '

"If you wait a little longer, you can leave Hogwarts forever as you wish." Snape's tone revealed regret.

'Potter, what is often on the lips is not love words but perfunctory words. '

'I know you love me. 'Harry's voice was very smug, as if he heard Snape talking to him.

Harry glared at his professor, "Don't you try to fire me, Snape!"

Snape seemed to see a shaggy lion wagging its tail happily.

'Confidence is a good thing, too much is conceited. Snape smacked Potter out of habit, but apparently he was just smoothing it out, making his lion's fur gleam with liveliness and health under his nose.

"You should be self-aware, Potter, the professor is not your nanny." Snape said, leading Harry into the auditorium through the professor's passage, "5 points deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor."

Harry's face was puffed up, his head was smoking with rage, and reason kept him from punching Snape in the face.

"Oh, Harry, thank goodness. You're finally here, go back to the Gryffindor table." Professor McGonagall came to stand between Harry and Snape, and she turned her head to her colleague kindly, " Thank you, Severus." He waved at Harry to let him slip away.

Gryffindor's house points will be so much less at the beginning of the term!Let Harry stay any longer, and Gryffindor will become the talk of the school!

Harry returned to the long table and sat among his friends.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione asked with concern.

"I tried to spy on Malfoy, but I got knocked out. I almost got sent off with the Hogwarts Express." Harry complained angrily.He picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it, not mentioning the beating, since Severus had cured him anyway.

There is nothing to see in the branch, and Malfoy's tricks are more important.

"Old Bat didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" Ron yelled.

"He has a bad face, and he got a lot of points deducted." Harry said, and then shrugged, "Maybe he didn't fire me, so he's in a bad mood like he was robbed of ten thousand Galleons." He laughed stand up.

'Oh, Severus, are you happy now? ' He couldn't help harassing his professor again.

'As long as you shut up. ' Snape's voice could not hear his anger and emotion.

'I get it, you like to hear my voice. ' Harry understood self-consciously.

After this sentence, he paused the harassment, as if he got a satisfactory answer.

"Is that on the long table our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Ron asked while looking at the long table.

"It's Horace Slughorn, he is a master of potions and a professor of potions at Hogwarts before Professor Snape." Hermione deserved the nickname of know-it-all The answer was given, "But we already have a Potions professor." She frowned.

"Could it be that Snape lost his job? That's why he's in a bad mood!" Ron was about to die of joy.

However, Dumbledore's blow punctured Ron's joy.

After the separation, their dear headmaster stood up and announced the new teaching arrangement. Slughorn was indeed the new Potions professor, and Snape became their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

When Snape stood up, he even raised the corners of his mouth slightly, in a smug expression.

'It is indeed a pleasure to have your ideals met. Harry said sourly. He knew that Snape had been obsessed with Defense Against the Dark Arts since a long time ago. If he had to teach at Hogwarts, he must be yearning for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

'I know you miss Potions tutoring, a savior is always a privilege, isn't he? ' Snape pointed out.

He sat back contentedly.

'Relax, Potter.Your tutoring needs will be met by your professor. '

'I didn't want tutoring! ! ’ Harry shouted in his head, before realizing that the crafty old bastard had unilaterally cut off telepathy.

Harry poked at the fried egg vigorously, glaring at Snape on the professor's chair thinking he was savage.

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It hasn't been updated for a long time. ''Inside is spiritual communication.The April Fool's Day episode is over, see you soon

This mantra is used here to maintain the hostility on the surface and show affection in the mind.

Harry hugged Snape's waist tightly and blinked: Professor, I want to learn fighting skills.

Snape shook his head: No.

Harry was shocked: why?

Snape folded his arms across his chest: I don't want to be labeled as domestic violence in the future, so take precautions.