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"Nothing happened yesterday. It's the first time I spent such a peaceful Halloween. Brother, it seems that the Halloween curse on you has been broken." Early the next morning, Ron patted his friend on the shoulder, and he smashed He seemed to be still reminiscing about the dance party last night.

"Maybe something should have happened, but Snape stopped it," said Harry. "I saw him push Malfoy back."

"That skunk, what was he doing at the dance? He wasn't invited," Ron yelled, his face full of confusion and then realizing, "Is he trying to mess it up." As if he had seen it all , and nodded after finishing speaking.

"Parkinson and him were in a group. They originally wanted to go to Slughorn to get some trouble, but unfortunately Malfoy couldn't go in. Slughorn was surrounded by people. He only talked to Parkinson. Jin Sen said something." Hermione came to her friend and talked about the information observed last night.

"If it doesn't work once, they're bound to find a way to try a second time," Harry said.

They walked into the Great Hall and came to the Gryffindor table. Harry looked around and saw Malfoy, who might be handing in the review he had written all night.

It was rare that Snape would do something good.Harry pursed his lips, Snape who was wearing a formal dress robe last night suddenly appeared in his mind, his figure almost merged with the dim corridor, pressing towards him like a mountain - no, that It is a hidden reef in the deep sea, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

And his deep voice lingered in his ears, and it touched his heart more than the female singer with siren blood at the ball.

Snape was right when he said that he was taking the wrong medicine.

Harry picked up the milk on the side and gurgled it. Suddenly he saw Snape enter the auditorium, followed by Malfoy who lowered his head in frustration. After entering the auditorium, they separated.Malfoy made his way to the end of the Slytherin table, while Snape made his way to the teacher's table.

It was rare for this old bastard to show up in the Great Hall at breakfast, and he looked the same as usual - Harry thought of Snape walking into the ball last night, the light shining on his face, making his pale complexion seem to be dyed. Turned bloody, like a lonely god who always criticizes and examines the world, stepped down from the altar and turned into dust and smoke, but unfortunately no one noticed him—if the students noticed him, then their happiness would be It will be less than half.

Harry looked at Snape, he didn't hide his gaze, he knew he was watching Snape, it wasn't the first time, he had been watching the old bastard for the sixth year.

They've always been at odds, and have shared a mutual hatred for each other.

It still is, maybe.

Harry forced himself to look away.

But he didn't know that Snape was looking at him as he chatted with his friends after his eyes had shifted, his fingers caressing the glass as if caressing a lover's face.

He's never impatient, especially with a little bastard.Little by little, he noticed the changes in this brat, like a bait, which made his appetite more and more greedy. He waited for the day of repayment, and calculated the demands that exceeded his expectations.

A saint would be damned willing to bow his head and kiss his fingertips if Potter knew where to stop.

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So short because it's too much, I'm going to sleep

(On how to interpret beautiful and delicious food)

Harry: I always feel like someone is watching me.

Snape wiped his mouth: Thanks for the hospitality

Hermione picked up the book and covered her face unrequitedly: Every now and then (I’m being stuffed with dog food every day)