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Harry had no access to the cellar for the rest of the week.At the beginning of school, a lot of homework fell from the sky, and he became the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he had to recruit people to form a team and arrange training.

Harry was so busy that he almost didn't even have time for dinner. Fortunately, his little sweetheart was taken out, otherwise he would definitely be malnourished at this time.

'You didn't forget to enter the magic power for my baby, did you? On Friday night, Harry lifted the quilt and suddenly remembered that it was almost time to add maintenance magic to his little sweetheart, so he began to harass his professor today No.16 times.

'Potter, don't put your amnesia on me.And at this time of day, it's unfortunate that Quidditch hasn't drained your buoyant energy. ' Snape's mocking voice sounded in Harry's head.

Harry got into the quilt happily, his mouth turned up, and his tone became brisk, "If you want to exhaust my energy, Professor, then you should allow me to enter the cellar, today is already Friday, You shouldn't refuse me. '

'Sleep, Potter, do the right thing at the right time, youth is not capital you squander. 'Snape's voice sounded very displeased, and Harry imagined a Snape whose eyes were burning with anger, and the arc of the corners of his mouth could not be lowered.

'Good night, Severus, then. 'Harry lay down.

On Saturday morning, he took the DA's event application form and went to the cellar. Snape shouldn't have rejected him this time.

But the old bastard wouldn't even let him in!

Harry glared at Snape, who had pulled the door open and blocked it between the door and the wall. He was dressed meticulously, and Harry could still smell the smell of coffee spilling from him, although it was very weak - he got up so early!

"I thought you'd miss me." Harry watched sullenly as Snape quickly signed the application form with a quill.

"Let me remind you that we see each other every day, and Hogwarts is not as vast as you think." Snape snorted, looking like he had slept soundly and didn't care about being without one company at all.

Perhaps Snape also felt that the room was much cleaner without Potter's chatter.

"You know what I mean, I miss you every night and can't sleep well." Harry stared at Snape's impassive face.

"Now, get out with your application form." Snape didn't even frown, and seemed to ignore Harry's words.

Harry took the application form, he looked at the sweetheart who was still kind to him during the summer vacation, he missed more and more when his ghost boyfriend was still there last semester, even though his prince had no color at that time, but he could feel their love The hearts are close together, even if he can't touch him, they are so close that there is nothing between them.

But now, with Snape standing in front of him, he felt that countless invisible things kept them too far away to touch his heart.

"You mean break up?" said Harry muffled.

The moment Harry uttered these words, Snape yanked Harry's hand, and he pulled him into the office, and the moment the door closed, Harry was slammed against the door panel.

When he was about to cry out in pain, his lips were blocked, the soft and hot heat burning his lips, and Harry tasted the bitterness of the coffee in his mouth.

The old bastard always liked his morning cup of black coffee without sugar.

Harry tried to laugh, but his tongue was bitten.

"Pay attention, Harry." Snape's lips trembled slightly against his, and the words were swallowed viscously by Harry.

Merlin!Even the sound made him want to groan, and Harry's throat moved thirstily, and he'd run over to Snape in the morning without even drinking a glass of water.

Just as Harry was smoking with thirst, he was swallowed with the sweet saliva from the depths of their entanglement.

"Hmm." Harry just felt his eyes turn white, his heat was swept away by Snape, his rationality, his resistance, all the sharpness in him were wiped away under this kiss .

Even his waist became limp, and with his arms wrapped around Snape's neck and his back against the door, he wouldn't collapse so limply.

Snape let go of Harry, "It's time to go to your DA." He looked at those kissed red lips, like rose petals in full bloom, alluring and delicious.

Harry wiped the wet corners of his mouth with his thumb, he lowered his head, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Snape's collar, he quickly stepped forward and opened his mouth and took a bite on Snape's pale neck, he used his teeth, and then He licked the tooth marks with his tongue, and couldn't help sucking with his mouth, which deepened the marks he left.

"Good morning kiss." Harry turned his head and reached out to stroke his mark.

Snape raised his eyebrows, and there was some familiar emotion in those dark eyes.

"I'm going to the auditorium. Hermione and Ron are still waiting for me." Harry sneered, although he also wanted to stay, but he really didn't have time today - the DA event was waiting for him.

"I'll come back to you tonight." He came to harass Snape after he came out of the headmaster's office!

Snape looked at the closed door. There had never been such a lively and enthusiastic flame in the room.

He stood there buttoning up his collar, the collar turned up just to cover the mark on his neck, and he turned to the pile of homework to be graded.After completing these, he can continue the research on the soul fragments.

DA's activities were much more lively than Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It seemed that this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts had become a disaster again, and everyone complained about Snape's sternness and horror.

"The old bat is going to turn Defense Against the Dark Arts into another Potions." Ron's words attracted Neville's support.

Harry couldn't find a reason to contradict them - and he had no position to take Snape's side.After all, he himself was the number one poor boy targeted by Snape.

To be honest, he didn't like the way Snape taught in class either, it was totally intimidating.And his adoration of the Dark Arts was too obvious - although he knew Snape had been like this since his school days.

His prince's Potions textbook also records the black magic he invented himself. Whether it is black magic or potions, his talent in this area is really enviable.

Perhaps geniuses and ordinary people are two species, and Snape will never understand the pain of ordinary people's efforts.However, not all efforts can achieve the desired results, and most of the efforts are often useless.

The original starting point of geniuses is different from that of ordinary people. Their hard work is like flying on a fire crossbow/arrow, and those ordinary people whose IQ is also in the median can get by by memorizing textbooks at best. OWLs, and the next one is NEWTs.

Just like he studied Potions for five years under Snape's oppression, and he never thought that squeezing the sleepy beans sideways would make it easier to produce juice. He was able to discover something that was not recorded in the textbooks. This is a very great feat. !

Harry corrected the posture of a fourth year who had used the Dispel Fog Charm, while calculating the gap between him and Snape.

Why didn't he feel that when he got along with Prince, he would be separated from his prince by the English Channel?

Maybe Prince didn't hate him as much as Snape did—even if he hated his stupidity, he would still grab his hand and use his slightly hoarse voice that changed his voice to talk about the things he chewed knowledge, and then tell him those experiences that belong to him.

It was like sharing his secrets, and he could feel Prince's arrogance about the knowledge he had acquired, a world he dominated, a realm of secrets he would only share with him.

How could he be so favored.

And he expected Snape to generously share his knowledge with all the students.

No, he shouldn't think so.Snape was their professor, and professors were supposed to impart knowledge.How could he let them practice the silent mantra without even explaining it? Could it be that everyone is a genius who can master it by reading a book?

Hermione did get the hang of it a few times, but the rest—no one in that class except the brightest Hermione learned the silent spell.

This is too much!At least his wandless charm and Snape - the old bastard was not stingy with his knowledge when they were alone, and he really handed him how to use the wandless charm.

He still remembers the strange feeling that Snape's magic caused all the way through his body, an addictive feeling, as if they were connected, as if he could touch him without his hands professor.

He didn't think Snape would teach them all how to use the wandless spell in the next lesson - he would just let them read the textbook and practice in pairs.

Well, his real two-two practice object is Snape, and he and the old bat have a tacit understanding.

He will never say anything about this!Harry glanced at Ron who was instructing the practice in another group. He pursed his lips in a very unloving manner, and strengthened his persistence.

He used Occlumency to clear his mind, and then continued with DA instruction.

In the afternoon, it was the selection for the Quidditch school team, and Harry was almost squeezed out by those who signed up.After finishing this matter, he almost collapsed, lying on the Gryffindor long table hopelessly.

"I thought you were going to be eaten by your fans." Hermione took a glass of iced milk and put it next to Harry's cheek.

"Thanks." Harry held out his hand for the milk.

"I almost couldn't come back, thanks to Ron who helped me attract half of the attention, he actually wore my jersey and turned his hair black to pretend to be me, thanks to him who figured it out!" Harry was very grateful to him His best friend helped him escape from the uncontrollable star-chasing scene-and this also made him deeply realize-he can't be a Quidditch star, he must die dealing with fanatical star-chasing fans.

From his five years of experience as a savior, the fans are very scary creatures, and the number of Valentine's Day chocolates alone can overwhelm him.

Maybe there was an added benefit of being with Snape, he didn't have fans.So he can monopolize his professor.

Thinking of this, Harry happily raised the corners of his mouth.

"Harry, should you go to the headmaster's office later?" Hermione asked.

Harry swallowed the milk in his mouth, "I almost forgot."

He wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth, picked up a piece of toast, put it in his mouth, picked up his schoolbag, and left. He waved at Hermione and Ron, who was sticky with Lavender not far away, and left the auditorium and ran towards the principal. room.

"Harry, long time no see." Dumbledore sat behind his desk and looked kindly at Harry who entered the door with a messy bird's nest on his head. It seemed that he was running all the way, just at the appointed time.

"It seems that the Quidditch team takes a lot of time. I can understand your love for the academy team. This is the best team in the past ten years!"

Dumbledore was extremely humble. Before Harry came, Gryffindor had a very low winning rate even against Ravenclaw, let alone the Academy Cup champion.Slytherin is the frequent winner of the House Cup.It's no wonder that Professor McGonagall rushed to admit Harry when he saw his talent in Quidditch.

As for the school rules, having a headmaster who is also a Gryffindor is naturally very easy to make small sacrifices.

Harry didn't ignore the blond young man standing next to Dumbledore, he frowned slightly - he had never seen this person, could it be a relative of Dumbledore's headmaster?

"This is—" Harry asked aloud, wouldn't the headmaster let him see someone again under the guise of teaching him?

Could it be the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so Severus' teaching position is going to be handed over to someone else!

This is really—maybe he can dissuade it before it happens, for example, give Dumbledore a very optimistic impression of the new professor, so that he will retreat in spite of difficulties.

"An insignificant person." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled, no different from his usual kind smile.

"Al, why don't you even introduce me." The blond young man - Gellert was looking forward to his Albus introducing him to others, but look what he said, it doesn't matter!

That's how he treats the father of his children!

"Please go in and stay alone for a while." Dumbledore's smile disappeared, he stood up and gave Gellert a warning look, and then walked to the small door in the corner and opened it-Harry found the headmaster's room There was a door, and he hadn't even noticed that there was a door.

He pushed Gellert, and the young man walked in slowly.But Harry swore he saw this unusually handsome young man who didn't seem to be able to relate to Dumbledore kiss the Headmaster on the cheek.

He also gave him a defiant look.

Although Harry knew that Dumbledore might not look so wrinkled now, it was true that this young man could say something to a centenarian—Harry gave Dumbledore a sympathetic look.

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I feel that this chapter has not made much progress. Today is the first anniversary of the opening of the pit, but this article still has at least [-] words of plot, Wangtian.

Snape: Let's practice in groups now.

Harry stood there alone.

Snape: Potter, where's your group?

Harry smiles: Oh, Professor.Am I not in your group?

Snape drew out his wand: "Very well, then let Potter demonstrate to everyone the standard punishment posture."10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your splendid classroom atmosphere!