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Harry left the headmaster's office, thinking about the memory he saw in the Pensieve, instead of looking in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.He went down the stairs first, and there was still some time before the curfew. He planned to stroll around the campus first and then use this time to think carefully.

He didn't know how long Dumbledore had been away, but when he finished reading that memory, he looked up from the pensieve and saw the headmaster. He looked the same as when he left, except that the blond youth didn't follow him.

They talked about this memory for a while, but Dumbledore still didn't tell him his purpose for letting him see these memories, just to make him think.

Maybe Dumbledore just wants him to see what kind of person Tom Riddle is, because knowing his opponent can figure out his weakness?

Harry took a deep breath, and he came to a corridor, the snow-white moonlight fell on the ground through the windows, the windows were open, and the night wind blew his cheeks, bringing a little coolness.

It is already autumn, and the fallen leaves will pile up day by day, and they will all fall to the ground when the wind blows.

Harry walked to the window, and he looked out at the dark scenery outside. The shadows of the trees in the Forbidden Forest were all melted into the shadows, and he couldn't make them out even if he squinted - only the moon, bright and hard to ignore.

He raised his head to look at the clear and bright moon, which was not full, like a cheese pizza that had been cut in half indiscriminately.

"Potter." The familiar cold and deep male voice sounded from behind Harry.

Harry turned around immediately, "Snape!" He just wanted to know why this old bastard was here, when he saw the lantern he was holding in his hand, the dim yellow light flickered in the breeze, the original light in the corridor It was dim enough, and the light gave Snape a halo of warmth, giving it the illusion of warmth.

"You're watching the night." He pursed his lips. "It's not yet curfew time, so you can't deduct my points."

"It seems that the lesson Dumbledore gave you is over." Snape snorted softly, "So you started your night tour early."

"No, I was just thinking about things." Harry retorted and then he grunted, not wanting to tell Snape about his detention.

He turned sideways to look at the moon again, then half-turned like this with his elbows on the edge of the window to look at Snape.

The moon shone on half of his face, making half of his face shrouded in light and half in shadow, but Snape's eyes were not like some near-sighted eyes, and he was holding a lamp, so he could clearly see the The immature face, the apprehension and confusion on the boy's face, he is getting into some kind of tangle - or many kinds, adolescent boys will always be stumbled by various complicated things, especially Gryffindor , Many times they themselves lost their original direction.

"I heard that Dumbledore was showing you certain memories," Snape said softly, like some kind of tentative, but maybe he just wanted the boy to go on, to tell his troubles.

It's a pity that he was too wary of him, he just stared at Snape for a long while before softening his stiff shoulders.

"Well," he nodded carelessly, "Professor Dumbledore told me that I don't have to go to confinement tomorrow night. He talked to you about it."

"The headmaster thinks that you can arrange your own time. He always spoils you too much. After all, golden boys should be watered and raised with honey." Snape sneered.

"I thought it was Dumbledore who asked you to do this, because it's not like confinement, it's more like course instruction." Harry said his thoughts, he stopped looking at the scenery outside the window, and he took a step forward , so that the moonlight shone completely on his back, his back was facing the white light, and the shadow was cast in front of him, but the lantern in Snape's hand illuminated his way, and it scattered the light among them.

At this time, Snape was not like a gloomy old bat, the dim and blurred light softened his ambiguity, his frowning brows were not so harsh, the orange color was very warm, even if he He was still dressed in black, and the cloak was like a shadow behind him.Harry inexplicably felt that Snape was a little more approachable at this moment, and he had to say that his eyes were deceiving him.

He should change his glasses.

"It seems you haven't learned your lesson yet." Snape didn't even frown, he didn't agree with Harry's nonsense.

"I know what's good for me. I have the ability to think like this. I'm not a piggy you raise." Harry said, scratching his hair. "I thought it was Dumbledore's instruction at first, But now I find that it's not."

He licked his lips, "I think it's good, I need that kind of training, I mean - I can't grow in a greenhouse, maybe other people can, but I can't, I need a whip, I need someone behind me to push To run forward, to learn a lot of things that the textbooks don't teach me."

"Let me remind you, that's confinement," Snape interrupted Harry, as if severing the boy's soliloquy, sending him back to the reality of his wanderings around the campus and his unfortunate encounter with Professor Night Watch. middle.

"Yes, I know." Harry lowered his voice as if talking to himself, with a look of disappointment on his face.

He just looked at Snape like this, foolishly revealing his heart.

"What do you think that is?" Snape took a step forward, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey and spitting out its message, starting to show an aggressive posture.

"Like I said, I thought it was Dumbledore..." Harry gritted his teeth, facing Snape head-on with anger that came out of nowhere.

"You think I'm thinking of you," said Snape, sizing Harry up. "Why do you have such an idea, or is it that the Savior thinks that everyone should revolve around you."

Harry blushed, and he gritted his teeth and made a creaking sound, which was especially loud in the quiet corridor.The sound intensified his shame and indignation.

"I'm not the savior." Harry choked out the words, and then he was like a Muggle soda that had lost its fizz, "Professor, you know I'm too ordinary to deserve such a great reputation. So even if you always Sarcasm me, I can't be a person. I don't do anything with this inflated reputation, it's deceitful."

He's not a savior, he can't save anyone.

He's just an ordinary boy, forced to face these terrible things, and he has no excuse to escape.

"You think you are very ordinary." Snape snorted, "Potter, what ordinary student would go against the professor like you and organize a Dumbledore's Army."

"It's the DA, and it's a self-study association. Headmaster Dumbledore approved it, and you, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, also signed it." Harry retorted, "There is no rule that stipulates that students cannot study on their own."

"10 points deducted from Gryffindor, questioning the professor." Snape looked at Harry indifferently, "If he really remembers that he is a student who should concentrate on his studies instead of wandering around the campus at night, come and have a look." An exciting adventure."

"Oh, yes. Let's check the time." Snape smiled falsely, and he waved his wand to display the current time - it was curfew time.

How long did they kill it!

"10 points deducted from Gryffindor for night tour." He was definitely smiling smugly!

Harry glared at Snape, "You can't!" He stepped forward and tried to grab Snape's collar - and he did.

Suddenly he had a strange feeling, which came from the deepest part of his heart.

As a result, he began to heat up from his feet to the top of his hair rapidly, smoking hot, and sweat quickly accumulated on his forehead.

His face was flushed like a cooked shrimp.

"Let go." Snape deadpanned maintaining his indifference.He raised his hand to cover the hand that was gripping his collar, and with a little force, he opened his fingers.

He touched Harry's fingertips, and the boy's joints jerked off, his fingertips trembling.

Then Snape suddenly raised his other hand, stroked Harry's hair, went down as if stroking his back hair, and pinched his hot earlobe.

Suddenly Harry felt top-heavy, and he seemed to see Snape smiling in a daze.

But when he shook his head to shake off his dizziness, he felt that he was wrong again.

And now that Snape stepped back, he grabbed the lantern that was floating beside him.

"Let's go back."

"Oh." Harry nodded blankly, not realizing his stupidity until he followed Snape's back.

But it was too late now, and he couldn't turn back time.

So Harry followed Snape, and returned to the Fat Lady under the guidance of the warm orange-red light in front of him. He entered the Gryffindor lounge under Snape's gaze.

There's something wrong with them all tonight.Harry thought it belatedly, but he thought about it, tossed and turned on the bed, but still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

He took out the photo of Snape when he was a teenager from under the pillow, looked at him, stroked the boy reading a book under the shade with his fingers, and took a deep breath.

If he hadn't thought too much, he would have thought Snape liked him.

But he can't see that everyone is gay after knowing that he may be gay.Thinking so, Harry put the photo on his chest and made himself close his eyes and fall asleep.

Maybe he will dream of the boy in the picture, maybe not.

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