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"Professor, have you returned your Pensieve?"

Snape opened the door to see some little bastard who was supposed to be in the Gryffindor Tower dormitory in a place he should never have set foot in.

"I remember that now that Dumbledore's make-up lessons are over, you should stay on the bed in your dormitory." Snape stood there, and maybe he would deduct points in the next second.

"As for your question, of course, it's not mine." He actually answered.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Harry blinked.

Snape stared at the little bastard with a smirk and an over-spoiled attitude, and he took a step back, his eyes fixed on Harry as he entered his territory.

The door closed, and at the same time his neck was embraced, Snape lowered his head and pressed against something soft and sweet with milk.

Potter's kisses were as perfunctory as he was with his homework.

He watched Harry make his way to the sofa, then sat down hard to test the spring, looking up at him as if expecting him to come.

"So, Dumbledore used the Pensieve," Snape guessed from Harry's question, and walked over.

Harry nodded, "He showed me a memory about him picking up Tom Riddle to Hogwarts - I never knew that Headmaster Dumbledore would be the professor who ushered the Dark Lord into the wizarding world .” He frowned.

"The headmaster seemed to want me to know about Tom Riddle's school days. I didn't quite get it. He didn't say anything. He just asked me to look at those memories and think for myself. And he only showed me one memory a week. What's the point?" Harry was extremely confused, he looked at Snape, and Snape's familiar anticipation was in those emerald green eyes.

It seems that Potter is used to turning to him for help when things are uncertain, which is really not a good habit.But he didn't remind Potter that this daredevil could come to him—his purpose was definitely not just that, and Snape could see through this brat's thoughts at a glance.But at least there is some progress.

"What else did he tell you besides the memory?" Snape asked.

"No - I saw a blond young man when I first entered, I didn't know his relationship with Headmaster Dumbledore, and he didn't look like a relative of Dumbledore - I saw him kiss Dumbledore. Yes I don't know his name, Dumbledore didn't introduce him to me." Harry told his discovery, and then he remembered that Snape also met Dumbledore during the summer vacation, "You see Ever passed him?"

"What does he look like?" Snape asked.

"Handsome," Harry said bluntly, and then he glanced at Snape and added, "I don't like that type, it feels like a bad idea."

Snape glanced at Harry, the little bastard who was always dreaming in strange places.The corners of his mouth raised slightly uncontrollably, and with his hands on Harry's shoulders, he bent down to look at his boy, "Where was he the whole time?"

"No, Dumbledore didn't start his lessons until he had herded him into a small room," said Harry.

"I've met him, and Albus didn't introduce him to me. That means he's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Snape said, narrowing his eyes. "Also, about the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters, Albus Watch out for him. That means he's not on our side."

"Is he a Death Eater!" Harry exclaimed.

Snape gave Harry an idiot-looking look, making the little bastard shut his mouth in surprise.

"He's a foreigner," Snape said affirmatively.

"Next time you see him, it's best not to talk to him." He paused and swallowed the words that Harry couldn't play with him. He knew that the little bastard would definitely object more and more to do that. Boys of this age would Some kind of reverse psychology. "Obviously our headmaster didn't want us to meet his friends."

"Boyfriend?" Harry suddenly said, "I can't imagine that Principal Dumbledore would eat young grass like an old cow."

"Maybe they're the same age," Snape added.

The words comforted Harry, his face brightened, "If they really love each other, I will give my blessing." Maybe then no one would notice him and Snape.

Harry silently reached out and took the hand on his shoulder.

"As for the 'teaching' that Dumbledore gave you, it should be related to the Dark Lord's soul fragment." Snape opened his mouth. He pondered for a long time, but he didn't take back the hand he was holding. He let it go. , and the other hand stroked Harry's hair, letting the matted soft black hair run through his fingers.

Finally, his eyes rested on the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"He should have discovered something, but he didn't finalize it, and let you look at these memories in the hope that you will understand Tom Riddle."

"I saw it in the Pensieve..." Harry blinked, and he patted his side for his professor to sit down and listen to him tell about the memory of Dumbledore at that time.

At this time, Harry was immersed in the memory of what he saw, and he didn't notice that he and Snape were so close, and the atmosphere was so harmonious that Snape also fell into thinking as he told it.

It's like the time when they studied the textbook together, even if time flies, they can still repeat that wonderful moment.

"Now we all know that the Dark Lord is a half-breed, and he grew up in an orphanage in the Muggle world." Snape concluded after listening, "He didn't fit in when he was a child, and he played tricks on the children in the same orphanage."

"He also burned down the orphanage," Harry added.

"There's not enough evidence, it's just your conjecture right now." Snape said, "You both grew up in very similar environments, and your aunt's family didn't treat you well either."

"It's not that bad, they just hate magic." Harry took a deep breath. "Now I have a good relationship with my cousin, and he taught me how to play Muggle video games."

"Father of the Savior." Snape snorted, and he glanced at Harry beside him, his eyelids drooping, and his expression was extraordinarily sexy, as if all his eyes were only on Harry in front of him.

"As long as they treat you a little better, the cruelty you suffered in the past will be emptied, won't they?"

"Because they are not important to me and I don't need their love and attention. I have Hermione and Ron, my friends, my godfather, the Hogwarts professors, and you. As long as you Caring for me and loving me, this fills my heart, I don’t need anyone else.” Harry said, he paused, his face began to flush, “In fact, as long as I have you, I am very content, even if I will lose them all."

Snape laughed silently, the love in those black eyes was almost overflowing but was subdued in an instant.

He kissed Harry's forehead.

"You're a hopelessly stupid Gryffindor."

That's why the savior is Potter, his goofy, upright, kind, beautiful and tough teenager.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is so short, it's so sad.After thinking about it, I still don’t want to write the plot of Lao Deng’s class. I will work hard to move on to the next plot.

Harry: So why on earth is Dumbledore showing me the memory?Show me a little movie every week?

Snape unbuttoning: 10 points from Gryffindor, Night Tour (he buckles the button back)

Mention Harry and throw him outside the office, let him go back and think slowly while the night wind blows.