hp pounding

"Hmm." Harry's face wrinkled in pain, and his hand touched the original wound but only touched the gauze.

Harry sat up with a jerk, his already crooked glasses fell from his movement and he picked them up and put them back on again.

"Snape!" Harry glared at the old bastard in front of him.

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed his hair. Subconsciously, he vaguely felt that someone had touched it gently and treated him meticulously.

And he did wake up to find that the wound was lightly treated and bandaged - and the only one in the room with him was Snape.

So, the old bastard wasn't such a bastard either?

This discovery made Harry feel like he was still in a dream state.

"Potter, I have to congratulate you that your plan to escape the lesson has worked, and today's lesson is over." Snape said slowly, "For your wonderful performance, Gryffindor will deduct 10 points. And , you forgot the honorific, and another 10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Harry glared at Snape - what a complete old bastard he was!Even if he took care of him, he couldn't deny his bastard side!

Maybe he didn't want to treat him gently, but changed his mind and didn't strangle him to death!

Snape admired the anger in Harry's eyes, making the emerald green eyes under the lens extra bright, like countless streams of fire reflecting the melted lake in early spring.

"Next Monday night, we will continue your class, and before that you need to practice." The corners of his mouth curled up hypocritically.

"Practice what?" Harry had a bad feeling that the previous teaching was not teaching at all, and the old bastard was just humiliating him under the guise of teaching.

"Empty your mind." The corners of Snape's mouth flattened and his brow furrowed. "Hopefully you'll improve a bit in the next lesson, but I can't expect that, can I?" He said with a frown It stretched out again, as if the same time next week would be his pleasure again.

Harry felt the wound throbbing under the bandage again, and he took a deep breath to keep himself from blowing up on the spot to avoid giving the old bastard even more excuses to deduct points.

The lesson ended prematurely, and he rushed out of the cellar without looking back, without noticing the closed door behind him. Snape took the memory he had drawn out of the Pensieve and put it back in his temple with great care.

"Prince, that's great, you're still here." Harry who came to the Room of Requirement originally just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect that his friend was really here, which made him very happy.

He wanted to go up and give his friend a hug, but his friend was a ghost, and walking through a ghost was a very bad manner - something he wouldn't have done without Prince's permission.

"How's your class?" Snape flipped through the pages in his hand, only he knew he didn't read a word.He knew exactly what happened in the cellar, and he came here after Harry woke up, counting the time and waiting for Harry's arrival.

"It's okay," Harry pursed his lips, he adjusted the expression on his face and showed a relaxed smile - he didn't want his friends to see it, "Snape also gave me homework, I need it every night Practice emptying your mind."

Merlin's lace stockings!How on earth can you empty your mind?want nothing? ——This is impossible to resist the insanity!

"Maybe, we can learn Occlumency together," Snape suggested. "I happen to be interested in that too."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but grab Snape's hand, wanting to give him a hug, but he stopped - his hand was still on Snape's In his hand, what he got was not the cold mist as he thought, although it was indeed very cold.

His hands were covered with bones, his fingertips were so cold that he shivered, but his palms were hot.

Harry froze.

Snape froze too, Harry's hand was so warm - he'd known it was a warming stove when he'd held him before.No one will want to leave this fiery presence, especially in the freezing cold winter.

"Prince, I can touch you now." Harry retracted his hand cautiously. He smiled very happily, as if he had won this year's Academy Cup. He stretched out his hand again, placing both hands on that one In his hand, he carefully wrapped this hand with cold fingertips, trying to warm it up with body temperature.

"Hmm." Snape looked down at their intertwined hands, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Afterwards, Harry suggested that he go to the library to find an Occlumency book, but Snape refused.

"It's covered in a book I've read before," Snape said.

"Snape, Professor," he frowned, and he still couldn't get used to mentioning his surname, "you are right, the prerequisite for performing Occlumency is to empty your brain."

"But what counts as clearing your mind." Harry frowned.

"You have to get rid of distracting thoughts, don't think about anything." Snape thought for a while and said, "Once you have an idea, your mind will be occupied by thoughts, you have to empty your mind."

"It's easy to say, but it's hard to do." Harry frowned, and he found it really hard to do. "My brain is thinking all the time."

"Is your random thinking counted as thinking?" Snape glanced at Potter, whose head was full of all kinds of wonderful thoughts, and he didn't have to think about it. He would start thinking about Quidditch every few minutes-especially since he had been suspended for two games. It's been more than a month, and the longing is getting stronger and stronger, and I can't stop it.

Snape sighed inwardly, if Harry could just forget about Quidditch, perhaps his progress in Occlumency would improve by leaps and bounds.

"But, even if I control myself not to think about it, they still pop up." Harry licked his lips, he really couldn't help himself to think about those—of course it wasn't just about Quidditch, he was thinking about Wes at the end of last term What happened to Mr. Lay, the snake in his dream, and the Ministry of Magic.

Why did Voldemort let him have such a dream?Was it purely to inform him that Mr. Weasley would be the first to be killed?

He didn't understand.

"Look at me." Snape cupped Harry's face, bringing his thoughtful eyes up to meet his. "Just look at me, Harry."

"Prince." Harry questioned.

"Shh." Snape put his finger on Harry's lips to shut him up, and just looked at him quietly.

It didn't take long, but Harry felt that almost an hour had passed. He only felt that the blood was rushing to his brain, and the top of his head might be steaming.

His head was dizzy, and all he could see was the pearly white boy in front of him.He is quite good-looking, although he looks familiar - they are indeed familiar, seeing each other every day.

But never face to face for so long.

He couldn't think anymore, his mind was empty except for the figure in front of him.

"Now, you take away everything you see," Snape said.

Take, take away?

"How do you do this?" Harry asked in surprise, he might have hallucinations in his ears.

"Just pretend you didn't see it," Snape said differently.

"Oh, oh." Harry pursed his lips, his cheeks flushed, but he listened to Snape's words, and after a few minutes, the blush on his face cooled down.

"I seem to have done it." Harry blinked, his thinking was clearer than ever before, and all the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind disappeared.

However, this didn't last long, and it returned to its original appearance after a while.

But in the end he found a way.

"I decided to think of you every night when I practice before going to bed, and then erase your figure." Harry said his next plan.

"You can think about other people, I'm just giving a demonstration." Snape coughed softly, his pale complexion also turned red as if infected, but since his whole body is the same color now, it just happened to cover it up to his embarrassment.

"But what if other people can't do it?" Harry was quite honest, and he didn't seem to realize the meaning of his words, "That's it, I'll try it when I get back, let's continue tomorrow night, and I'll go find the Occlusion book of art."

Harry was happy with the progress of Occlumency, without Snape, he and Prince, the two of them could thoroughly study this supposedly profound magic by their own exploration!

The time spent together by the two always passed very quickly, and soon after 22:[-], Harry and Prince said goodbye and left the Room of Requirement.

Snape floated back to the cellar, and this time he found that Snape hadn't gone to bed yet, apparently waiting for him.

"You and Potter really get along." Snape stared icily at his pale, ghostly young self.

Snape nodded. "Harry is a lovely man."

"You must have talked about Occlumency with him." Snape thought for a while and knew what the young man and Potter were talking about.

"I haven't learned Occlumency yet, and if your past memories agree with mine, you should know," Snape said.

Snape snorted, and he was silent.If he was young, he could teach Potter, but he hadn't learned this magic in fifth year.

"I have a question, you don't have to answer it," Snape said suddenly.

Snape's unwavering black eyes stared at him.

Snape knew the tiredness in those eyes, but it wasn't his business, it's only been 20 years - he was so confident he wouldn't put himself in such a horrible state.

"Are you gay?" he asked suddenly.

For a split second Snape's pupils shrank as he stared blankly and critically at the young man in front of him.

"It doesn't appear to be." Snape nodded. "That's really good news, because I might be." The corners of his mouth smirked at this.

"It's really good news." Snape gritted his teeth.

They looked at each other with disgust, and Snape turned and went back to the bedroom.

Now they are convinced that the young is not his past and the old is not his future.

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