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Although the brewing of the love potion made the students in the whole classroom appear obsessed, but they did not really take the love potion, and they were rational enough to calm down and complete the potion.

Harry looked down at the textbook, following Prince's notes every step of the way—it was as if Prince was by his side, and they finished the potion together.

And then it should be—'Will you kiss me? Harry looked at the potion swirling in the cauldron that was gradually calming down. He extinguished the flame, and the foam that had exploded on the surface gradually sank, the smell gradually faded, and the fascination on his face faded.

'If you harass the professor during class, Gryffindor will deduct 10 points. ' Snape's voice was as flat as ever, as if he was completely unaffected by the intermittent gasps on the other side of his head.

'Professor, only I can hear your voice, so there is no deduction at all. Harry couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He made his face tense, picked up the potion bottle with one hand, focused on the potion in the crucible, and filled the bottle after the rest was complete.

'I just made a pot of love potion, exactly according to the notes in Prince's textbook, it has now turned light blue, there is no pot of potion in the whole classroom as light as water droplets clarity. '

Snape scolded a Gryffindor student who made a mistake while listening distractedly to what Harry said in his head. Although most of them were nonsense, he still gave his savior enough patience.

’ It’s like I finished the potion with Prince when normally I get a kiss. 'Harry's voice was in a trance, as if immersed in memories.

'Potter, you are past the age of asking for rewards. ' said Snape dryly.

'Then I'll kiss you. ' Harry laughed, his voice clear and hearty like a breeze blowing a wind chime.

Snape took a deep breath, "20 points deducted from Gryffindor, sit down." He tapped the blackboard with his fingers, and the chalk automatically wrote homework on the blackboard.

Class time is drawing to a close.

'I'll see you after class. ' Harry frowned.He bottled the potion and became the last person to deliver it.

"What a perfect blue, it is undoubtedly the first, Mr. Potter, you have completely inherited your mother's talent." Slughorn's eyes widened in surprise the moment he saw the potion, he looked at it with a smile Then Harry handed the bottle of Reward Felix to Harry in front of everyone.

His talent for potions is all inherited from his prince, and at most he drools - but when it comes to inheritance, maybe he can still look forward to his little sweetheart.Harry looked sad at the thought that his baby was still a ball.

To Slughorn, it was as if genius had been dusted off, and he loved nothing more than digging talent into his slug club.

"Don't worry, Mr. Potter. The injustice you suffered before will not appear in my class." He said with a smile, looking quite amiable.

Harry just smiled back, "Can I take this bottle of love potion away? I haven't made such an excellent potion yet." He found a random reason, "It's memorable."

"Of course, but Mr. Potter, please don't use this potion on others. The love obtained by using the potion is not real." Slughorn said without hesitation, and he also warned.

"No." Harry nodded, stuffed the love potion into his pocket and walked back to his seat.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Slughorn hurriedly finished his homework and left.Everyone left the classroom one after another.

"Harry, how did you do it?" Hermione came to Harry's side, she was puzzled.

"He taught. He is very talented in Potions. He is the best I have ever seen, even better than Snape." Harry couldn't help but raise his lips, oh of course, he was even better than Snape He must be the only one left.

"He's the best man I've ever met." As soon as Prince was mentioned, Harry couldn't help boasting about his lover.

"Is there such a powerful person?" Hermione recalled the previous outstanding graduates and the current seventh grade. She seemed to have never heard of such a potion genius—or was Harry's lover filter too thick?

"His history of magic is not good, he must be inferior to you." Harry smiled dryly, intending to divert his attention, "He is also better at Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts."

He hugged the newly arrived textbooks to his chest, carried his schoolbag and walked out with his friends.

"What did you smell when you brewed the love potion?"

Hermione's face was a little bad, "It smells fancy, I don't like that."

"Hermione, you can't make a wrong potion! You hate that kind of flashy stuff the most, so you must have made it into an aversion potion or something." Ron yelled.

"My potion is blue. Although it's not as light as Harry's potion, I was praised before Harry handed in the potion." Hermione pursed her lips. Although she didn't think there was something wrong with her potion, she did Hate that smell.

"So what about you, Ron?" Harry blinked and looked at another friend.

"The smell of Lavender's perfume, I sneezed, and the cauldron almost exploded. I tried for a long time, but the potion was still brown." Ron shrugged, "So, the smell of the love potion may not make you feel sick. Indulging, but it doesn’t make you concentrate, it’s really tormenting, I know how difficult it is to make a successful potion.”

"Aren't you all obsessed with that smell?" Harry turned his head to look at the two friends behind him with wandering eyes in confusion, well he got the answer.

"10 points deducted from Gryffindor, Potter, standing in the middle of the road to discuss the problem, and still lingering and unwilling to leave the cellar, I have to suspect that you are lying in ambush here, waiting to prevent the professor from passing through." The familiar soft voice , like a mint leaf on Harry's heart.

His back hit his professor's body, and he turned his head instantly, brushing his lips against Snape's chin.He maintained his apparent composure and stepped back.

"I didn't." He retorted, frowning, stepping out of the way with his buddies.

He glanced at Hermione and Ron, realizing that they probably hadn't noticed the scene just now, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

'Severus, why didn't you remind me? ' he grumbled in his head.

'Those who are obsessed with the brewing process of the love potion and are still thinking about it after class should realize their mistakes. I am not your nanny, Potter. 'Snape's voice was as indifferent as before, like mint leaves soaked in water, just one sentence was so refreshing to the heart.

Harry watched Snape's back, and he continued to walk up the steps out of the cellar with his friends.

'Professor, I never said that you are so sexy that I should have hugged you just now. ' He resumed his banter, teasing his thin-faced prince.

If he could make Snape blush, he would have earned it.The shamelessly thick-skinned Harry happily fantasized about his professor being molested by him.

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This chapter is a bit short, continue at night

When Harry and his party passed the pillar recording the college points, they found that the Gryffindor gem was empty.

Harry said frantically: Snape!I knew it was you!

Snape's indifferent face: Molesting the professor always pays some interest.