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Standing in front of the darkened door, Harry took a deep breath. It wasn't in his nature to get cold feet.But is he really going to do it?He rubbed the bottle of milk in his hand. He just went to the kitchen to find a glass bottle, filled some milk and added the love potion he bought yesterday, so the milk turned into a purplish pink, with It tasted as sweet as milk with juice - but Snape would have noticed.

He shouldn't have come, but mortals always have a chance - what if Snape drank it?If there is such a possibility, and he is very lucky.This shameful thought hovered in his mind like a lingering annoying bee, bugging him all the time and making his sanity recede.

If he did succeed, did that mean he could trust Snape. ——But it is absolutely impossible to happen, no matter how relaxed the relationship between him and the old bat is, he will not be able to be pleasant, he will not become his friend, and naturally he will not drink the drink that is obviously fortified.

But no matter how he denies it, if he doesn't take this step, he will never know the result.

So Harry took another deep breath, raised his hand to keep it from trembling, and knocked on the door.

"Potter, have you finally become so short-sighted that you've gone blind and gone the wrong way, and you can't even tell the cellar from the tower?" The door was pulled open from the inside, and Snape stood expressionlessly. Behind the door, frowning and staring at the little bastard in front of him, Potter should be in Gryffindor Tower with his friends on weekend nights instead of showing up here.The confinement had already been lifted by Dumbledore a week ago, so - this probably meant trouble.

Snape was about to close the door after he finished speaking.

Harry immediately put his hand on the door panel, and he tried to squeeze in, just narrowly missing Snape's body - and this caused Snape to back away automatically, and Harry slipped in swiftly, feline-like. into the door.

"I'm here to see you, Professor."

Snape looked at Harry who had already entered the room, he closed the door silently, and the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.

"Give me a reason, Potter, otherwise I'd be more than happy to see you help Filch and contribute to the cleaning of Hogwarts." Snape folded his arms and looked in front of him as if he was coming home. Free little bastard.

"I want confinement," Harry turned to face Snape, and he quickly added another sentence, lest Snape misunderstand that he was masochistic, "I mean the last time, I want Defense Against the Dark Arts technical training."

"I don't have time to play with you, Potter," said Snape. "Dumbledore thinks you should have time to yourself, so don't bother me any more."

"That was Dumbledore's idea, not mine!" Harry retorted loudly. "You never asked my opinion, did you? Just because I'm a child, you think you can arrange my life?"

"Before you say this, Potter, have you ever wondered why I should help you and sacrifice my time to give you extra lessons?" Snape snorted coldly, with a completely unimpressed indifference.

"Dumbledore said that I can trust you, you are on our side." Harry also regained his composure, and he said his reasons, "If you are really on our side, then you should know that the Dark Lord wants to To kill me, even if it is for that prophecy, I should train myself, I will always fight shoulder to shoulder with members of the Order of the Phoenix, right?"

"You are just a student, and a student's job is to study. No one would ask a child to go to war." Snape rejected Harry's idea.

"But Malfoy has been ordered, he is a Death Eater now. So the battlefield has already arrived at the school, you know what Malfoy is doing, and neither you nor Dumbledore want to stop it." Harry was unusually calm, He said all the things he had noticed a long time ago.

"You keep saying that this is a school, we should study with peace of mind, and use such words to perfuse me. But the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters don't think so. What they are doing is polluting this pure land. It's not just me, our group of students, These children even younger than me will be involved sooner or later. What happened in the past five years that didn't happen at Hogwarts? The first one to be sacrificed was Cedric, they—— It never occurred to the Death Eaters not to extend their hand to the students."

Not only him, but Hermione Ron and his friends, as well as all Hogwarts students, including the lower grades, should receive certain practical guidance.Maybe one day the Slytherins will turn out to be their opposite - and maybe it's not so bad.But the Death Eaters don't let go just because they're kids, so they end up fighting a common enemy.

The Ministry of Magic and the Aurors couldn't stop the Dark Lord's death. They could only take up the magic wands in their hands to protect the castle they love.

"I leave it to you to tell Dumbledore." Snape was still indifferent, "I'm not the headmaster, and I have no obligation to listen to your nonsense."

"You are my professor." Harry stared at Snape, he still couldn't see through the thoughts in those black eyes, like the dark night buried all his emotions.Snape was so smelly and hard that he was simply not suitable for any normal conversation with him, and he would refuse him.

"You have many professors, you can go to McGonagall, she is your dean, the star of the academy who has the most patience to take care of her." Snape mocked.

Harry got angry when he heard that, and he glared at Snape irritably, the old bastard always did, how did he think he would agree to this?Hasn't he recognized the essence of the greasy old bat?

"I also know that I should go to Professor McGonagall most. But I came to the cellar and stood in front of you. I knew it would never work, but I came anyway. Maybe I still think you will help me, just Like Dumbledore said, you are on our side." Harry's voice dropped, and the dying struggle would not change his fate of being kicked out.

"McGonagall and Flitwick are both upstairs, and they are both very enthusiastic about you. If you really want to study, you should go. But you didn't think about them." Snape said, and he suddenly pulled up the corners of his mouth to show a smile A hypocritical smirk, "Tsk, the savior's idea is really extraordinary, don't you have anything to say?"

"I...I want to try to trust you." Harry hesitated for a while and opened his mouth. Honesty is his most valuable quality, but his voice is so small that it seems to be in his mouth, making it hard to hear.

Snape moved the corners of his mouth, the smirk on his face faded, and he returned to his expressionless face.Maybe there was a moment when his smile was sincere, but the Harry in front of him would never know it.

"come over."

"But before that, I want you to drink this." Harry said, flusteredly taking the fortified milk he had prepared from his pocket.

Snape stared at him indifferently, "10 points deducted from Gryffindor..."

"It's just a guarantee." Harry said quickly, interrupting Snape's point deduction, "Sirius and they all tried to convince me that I shouldn't trust you, even though you've helped me a lot before - don't be too quick to deny it. I think there is indeed a lack of trust between us, so if there is some guarantee, the alliance will be more reliable, right?" He found a word, alliance.

Merlin, he never imagined that he would have an alliance with Snape one day, which is definitely hell compared to finding Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick.

"You should go to Dumbledore." Snape said, but he didn't die, he still wanted to see how Harry would react next.

Anyway, Harry coming to him and saying those words was enough to please him immensely.

"There are some things I don't want to tell Dumbledore." Harry looked away, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the bottle in his hand, "I can tell you the content of the lesson Dumbledore gave me, as long as you drink this bottle of milk .”

"Milk?" Snape chewed oddly, holding out his hand generously to his boy.

Harry froze for a second, his heart speeding up suddenly.He quickly handed over the "milk" in his hand.

He couldn't believe that he had actually managed to convince Snape.There is such a possibility, Merlin!Was he still asleep, or was Snape drugged?

Harry watched as Snape unscrewed the cap, leaning his nose close to the mouth of the bottle.

"Strawberry milk?" Snape frowned.

Harry was in a daze, and he suddenly remembered what Trish said, the taste of the potion would be the fruit flavor that the drinker liked, which meant that Snape liked strawberries.

His face flushed suddenly - he, his shower gel was strawberry ice cream, there was absolutely no connection between that!

Snape glanced at Harry, who was surprised and admiring the boy's ruddy complexion, and unknowingly drank the bottle of milk that was obviously spiked.

But as soon as he drank the bottle of "milk", his face changed.But it was too late, the effect of the love booster took effect immediately.

Unaware of the imminent danger, Harry was still stunned at how well his plan had worked out, dazed as in a dream, as if he had used up all his luck.

Snape was so easy to deceive.Such thoughts only passed through his mind, and suddenly he was grabbed by the shoulder.

Harry looked up in confusion.

Then his lip was bitten, fierce and greedy, with stinging pain.

"Hmm." Harry had to grunt, his jaw was loose, so he was pried open, and just like that, the enemies who were ready invaded his territory forcefully and wiped out his mouth.He also sucked hard, sucking out all his sanity.

Harry stared blankly at the face so close, his hands nowhere to go, his shoulders clamped.His breathing became disordered, his scalp became numb, and he gradually became hypoxic.

What happened?

The author has something to say:

It's a bit shorter, and the writing is not fragrant/colorful, so let's just read it.Because these two are still in love, the professor's tolerance for Harry is abnormally high

Afterwards, Harry and his friends bragged: I actually tricked Snape!

Ron suddenly pointed out: Brother, was your mouth pierced by a bee sting?

Harry nodded resentfully and tearfully (Mo Dan, actually bit his mouth open QAQ bastard old bat)