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At night, it was Snape's confinement time again.

Harry stared at the snake-shaped handle in front of him in disbelief. The snake that kept spitting out the message really disgusted him, and the two snakes were always entangled with each other.He remembered that they were two male snakes, evil—Snape couldn't be an old gay, maybe he didn't know that the doorknob guarding his office was decorated with a pair of gays?

That was all Harry could think as he pushed the door open.

Snape was sitting behind his desk grading the homework, he raised his head and casually threw the pieced together excerpts full of spelling mistakes on the pile after grading.

"Well, let me see who is here, your hobbies are really unique, and the stealing syndrome that pops up from time to time, coupled with your title of savior is really eye-opening." Snape twitched his lips .

He changed his mind when he noticed a photo was missing from his drawer.

Maybe he could be a little patient with Harry, after all love is not possessed by memory.Even without those boys who remembered him would still fall in love with him, something in his body had already left a deep mark.

Of course, those fluffy white silk threads are much more reliable.

Harry blushed at the words, with intense anger and a hint of shame on his face.

"I didn't steal anything!" His voice echoed loudly in the room, as if casting a loud spell.The louder the voice, the more innocent he seemed, and Snape's accusation was groundless.

"Maybe you need a hint, after all your memory has gone awry, I can understand." Snape sneered, he stood up, left his seat and approached Harry.

"An old photograph."

Harry's face went from flushed to pale in an instant, and his hair was wet with sweat from his face.His mind was extremely cold, and the cooling temperature made his sanity come back.

"Not me." He said calmly.As if he hadn't really done it.

"Ah, since you say so." Snape stared into Harry's face, under his gaze his boy stared down the steps and then up to glare at him.

"I want to know why the thief took my photo." The familiar smirk made Harry want to punch the old bastard.

"Your?" Harry asked back, choking for a second.Although his heart kept screaming, he shouldn't answer.

Snape's words made Harry's blood flow backwards, what did he do last night, staring at Snape's photo for so long, he even had a dream.

Merlin!This is disgusting!

"I don't think there's anything wrong with your hearing," Snape said coldly.

Harry swallowed, and with a snort he stiffened his head and said, "Perhaps the thief - who took that picture was trying to curse you!" The old bastard is against the rhythm.

Anyway, he is definitely not the one who stole the photos and had unforgivable dreams!

"Hmph," Snape laughed angrily, "curse me? Ah, what a daring thief, Gryffindor-like bravery, self-sacrifice for the good of Hogwarts, what a messiah--don't Thought I didn't know what you brainless, screaming, walking mandrakes think about me in private." He glared at Harry menacingly, brushed his finger across the teenager's cheek, and held his chin .

Those black eyes narrowed, and Harry felt he saw fire in Snape's eyes, and he was angry - because that photo was stolen?

Harry was let go, thinking about the eye contact just now.This reminded him of the teenager in that photo, when he looked out of the photo, those black eyes were calm and without any emotion leaking out.

He puts two pairs of eyes together, no matter how much time has left on a person's body, but when a person becomes an adult, their eyes will always be similar, even if the stored emotions are different, the appearance cannot be faked.

He believed Snape's words, the teenager in that photo was indeed a young Snape.

When Snape was young, he was—really...

Harry sneaked another glance at Snape, and now he felt that the more he watched, the more he felt that Snape hadn't changed much. He was expressionless all day long, and there were few wrinkles on his face, except that his complexion was very bad, as if someone Apart from owing him hundreds of thousands of Galleons and dumping him, he is as thin as in the photo.

It also became more weird.

"Well, in your opinion, our methods as students are very low-level." Harry lowered his head.

He remembered now that he had seen a young Snape in the Pensieve, when he had been publicly humiliated by the Doomed Four, with his father taking the lead in humiliating him, and Sirius had stepped on him.

The young Snape was almost indistinguishable from the teenager in the photo.

"Come on, Potter. Start your confinement today," Snape ordered, leading Harry to the other door—the one he had the house-elves pack up today was supposed to be a storage room, and he will The items had been swapped, so it was an empty room—just enough to be used as a spell room.

"Professor, what are we going to do?" Harry looked at the small, empty room with only two drab landscape paintings hanging on it.He saw Snape lock the door, and then flicked his wand at the surrounding walls, and the next second the walls that made the space were all retreating.Then Snape waved his wand again, and he said a spell that Harry had never heard before, so the whole space became layered, and the stairs were built, spiraling up from behind Harry, from his left to his right The walls stretch across the air like a corridor.He constructed a few more columns and even turned into some greenery.Oh, and the table—and on the table was the familiar plain vase with a single rose in it.

Now that Harry knew whether his teaching Transfiguration was as bad as the rumors said, he pursed his lips and asked himself if he could do what Snape did if he removed those incomprehensible spells.

He can try it.

He ignored the rose.

"From today onwards, the content of your confinement has been changed to Defense Against the Dark Arts." Snape said, stroking the wand in his hands with both hands, and stepped back to distance himself from Harry.

"The content of tonight is that you need to use a silent spell to attack me, when the attack reaches me and when the confinement ends." He stopped and quickly cast a spell in Harry's direction.

The alarm sounded in Harry's brain at the first moment, and he jumped away nimbly and rolled towards the nearest pillar.

He gasped loudly, and quickly drew his wand with trembling fingers.He looked at the hole where he was standing, and then turned to this old bastard who was suddenly serious.

"Any attack is fine?" He forced himself to calm down, recalling the silent spell he had learned.

Merlin, he only remembers the exterminator he learned in class.

Does he want to use what he has learned now?

Until the curfew approached, Harry didn't attack Snape. He tried to cheat, but Snape turned him into a mud monster lying on the ground.

He was as tired as a mule who had been running for a day, and his breathing was like thunder.

Snape announced the end of the detention. He came to Harry, stared at him condescendingly, and threw him a bottle of water.

"Potter, it seems that your reputation is of no use to your actual combat."

Harry acted as if he didn't hear Snape's taunt, he filtered it out and didn't have time to listen, he needed breath and water, so he unscrewed the bottle cap with his sweaty hands and gulped down the whole bottle of water , He raised his neck, only to see that his Adam's apple was constantly rolling, and he was constantly swallowing and absorbing water.

Then Harry grabbed his sweater and wiped it across his face, with Snape in front of him without hesitation.As he moves it reveals his white belly, slender waist and he pulls up so far that he can see more of the view.Beads of sweat rolled on his skin. Even though Harry was skinny and skinny, he had gained some flesh during this period of time. After exercising, his skin was dyed a healthy tone, and the upper part of his abdomen was covered by clothes. And eye-catching bright red.

"Continue tomorrow?" Harry looked at Snape.

Snape stared at the boy, who seemed just out of the water, as he distracted himself from answering his question.

"of course."

Harry went back, unfortunately it was curfew now.The evening wind dried his sweaty hair, and it wasn't good that his sweater was still stuck to his back.

He pursed his lips, it seemed that he was going to scrub in the bathroom again, why only the prefects could use the private bathroom?

Harry was thinking irritably. After returning to the dormitory, he hurriedly filled a basin of water. He used a heating spell and scrubbed himself skillfully. On the bed, the smell of strawberry shower gel masked the smell of sweat.

He couldn't remember when he started using this scented body wash—it smelled good, but it was a little too sweet.

Next time he will try a different scented shower gel.

Thinking so, Harry put down the wand that cast the Instant Drying Curse on his hair, and from the bed, he found the photo that he had pressed on his body last night, and he found that Snape in the photo was sitting under the shade of the tree again After reading the book, he poked the boy depressedly.

And then he saw him drop the book and move towards him - getting closer - and the expressionless pale face enlarged.

Harry held his breath, expecting something he didn't know, but finally little Snape walked out of the camera and he disappeared into the picture.

Harry sighed, lying on the bed, held up the photo in his hand, and waited - until little Snape came back and stood under the shade of a tree looking at the camera.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up, he relaxed his limbs, and then he put the picture down, and he kissed it.

He eagerly held up the photo, but a photo is just a photo, it is not a portrait and cannot interact with people outside the photo.

The kissed boy unconsciously sat under the shade of a tree and read his book again.

Sighing, Harry carefully held his photo, took off his glasses and stacked them on the side of the bed, extinguished the light on his wand, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Maybe he will still dream of the teenager in the photo.

The author has something to say:

Isn't it surprising that the professor didn't give Harry the antidote?

Harry poked little Snape in the photo: "Smile at me!"

Snape crossed his arms: So that's why you're a thief?