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Finally, the warning of lack of oxygen made Harry's sense of survival emerge. He pushed away the arm that was clamping him, panting rapidly, and raised his hand to wipe the saliva on his lips that was too late to swallow. He was confused and unbelievable, With a confused expression mixed with shock, he looked at the person pushed away by him—it was indeed a greasy, dark old bastard.

"You," Harry found his voice dull/hoarse, he licked his lower lip, the sting made a gasp in his mouth, he had to use Occlumency to calm himself down, "you love me ?”

The effect of this potion plus Snape's reaction, there is only one answer, but how is this possible?

"This is the potion you put your trust in?" Snape snorted, his fingers stroking his lips and then a shadow cast over his face as he lowered his head.

When Harry had just managed to catch his breath, Snape reached out and grabbed the little bastard's arm, dragging him to the sofa, where he leaned over and forced Harry to sit back on the sofa, squeezed His jaw, examining the expression on his face.

"I thought, thought you liked my mother." Harry's eyes widened, he said defenselessly, and almost bit his tongue, and then he was horrified to find that his lip was bitten again, Sna Pu's tongue licked his, and he pushed his teeth back, licking his roof/jaw.

Harry froze there in fright, his confused brain seemed to be drunk, and he didn't respond.

Snape stepped back, admiring the swollen masterpiece.

"Let me guess where you got it, Black or Lupine?" he said with disdain when he mentioned the two old enemies.

"But why do you like me? It wasn't like this in fifth grade. Even if my memory has disappeared, it hasn't been tampered with." Harry asked back, his lips were still trembling, and his whole back was stuck In the back of the sofa, there is no way to retreat.

He still couldn't understand that Remus and Sirius wouldn't lie to him, then if the potion hadn't expired and there were no other problems, and it worked as Trish claimed, it was obvious that Snape couldn't control his emotions now, he still Never seen an old bat lose his mind, it's really scary - maybe he'll strangle him!

"It's up to you, Potter." Snape snorted coldly, and he put down his hand and sat down on the sofa.

Harry seemed to feel temporarily safe, but just as he was about to move away from the old bastard who had taken the wrong medicine, his hand was grabbed again, and it just slammed into Snape's Leg, while the other hand was on top of his, it seemed he couldn't escape the clutches of the old bastard yet.

"It's impossible for me to take the wrong medicine and fall in love with you. I have a boyfriend." Harry retorted, muttering the second half of the sentence.

"Oh," Snape snorted, "so you think of using this method to control me. This is not what you call trust."

"That's the only way I can trust you, and I really just thought maybe you could see it for my eyes." Harry honestly said all his thoughts, obviously he didn't consider the consequences of saying it .

Snape squeezed the back of Harry's neck, he noticed the momentary stiffness of the boy under him, he raised the corners of his mouth happily, although it has deviated from his expectation, this development is not difficult to accept, his boy's thoughts There are moments of innocence that make one want to violate all of him.

"Take back some of the interest for now." Snape said softly, running his hand along the back of Harry's neck and stroking his back.

"Interest?" Harry had a bad feeling that everything was different from what he had imagined.He had no intention of asking Snape for something on his own.He's not gay and won't have anything to do with old bastards!

Harry raised his hand and started to fight, almost at first, he broke free from the restraints on his body, but soon Snape grabbed his flailing arms and pinned him / on the sofa, right on the bridge of his nose The shaky glasses all fell to the ground in this brief struggle.

Those black eyes were so hot that Harry looked away instantly when he touched them, and he looked at the ceiling. It really proved that he was an idiot to come to this point.

Snape covered it up so well he didn't realize it - and ended up shooting himself.

"You can't force me." Harry stared at Snape, who was holding him down, and then was horrified to find that Snape had exerted force on him to release, so he was as powerless as a broken piece on a frying pan. Egg, whatever Snape wanted him to be he would be.

"Relax, Harry." Snape's fingers stroked from Harry's cheek to the back of his ear, and finally wrapped a lock of curly hair. It clung to his fingers reluctantly.

He looked at Harry as if he expected the boy to be as honest as his hair.

"I won't force you."

Harry's heart beat faster for the deep voice, and he had to take a deep breath to calm his uneasy mood.Although he still doesn't know where the problem is.

"Now I know, you were really thinking of me before." Harry said, his face turning red involuntarily.

Oh, of course Snape was thinking of him.He likes him, so his life must be guaranteed first.

Merlin, how can someone love someone but sarcasm and sarcasm all day long and never let go of his little mistakes?But what is gratifying is that Snape's mood is doomed to be unresponsive. Harry just pursed his lips in secret joy and remembered the terrible experience his lips had just suffered. All kinds of swear words came out and cursed all over the place.

He will never fall in love with such a person, he is absolutely sure that he only likes girls!Snape don't want to take the opportunity to ask him to give it just because he drugged it - don't want him to do any flesh/body/trading - or he'll go to the library by himself!

"Now, let's talk about something serious." Snape returned to his expressionless face. He looked at the little bastard who could see through his thoughts with just one glance, admiring the entanglement and some kind of realization on his face.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "You said you would tell me the lessons Dumbledore gave you."

Harry took a deep breath, changing the subject too quickly.He had to stop thinking about how to refuse Snape and turn to answer his question.

"Even if I tell you, what can you know? I don't even know the purpose of the lessons Dumbledore gave me, I just..."

"Ah, I think you've forgotten." Snape interrupted Harry, his fingers stroking Harry's forehead, staring at the famous lightning-shaped scar, his eyes cooled, his As soft as his fingers were, so much hatred was in his eyes, and these hatreds were hidden under his disguise, Harry only felt that he was a little strange.

"You have a shard of the Dark Lord's soul on your forehead."

"What?" Harry's eyes widened.

In an instant, he thought of many things, from the Occlumency class that was suddenly arranged in the fifth grade, to the prophecy he heard when the prophecy ball was smashed, and now the weekly lessons that Dumbledore gave him.

But Snape would know about it—could they have trusted enough in his lost memory to tell such a secret?

"Does Dumbledore know?" he asked quickly.

"He should know, that's why he gave you this lesson. I think now Dumbledore only has a vague idea of ​​the soul shard on your forehead, but since he has got the soul shard on the ring, I think he will to study to find out what kind of magic this is - but there is a time lag in his customary cautiousness." Snape said, "I don't know at this point whether Dumbledore is completely Figured out how it formed, and that's what we were looking for."

"But you know it too, and I knew it before." Harry frowned, "Only the two of us know." He looked at Snape.

"As you think, your only ally is me." Snape smirked.

He did something stupid again!Harry just wanted to strangle himself for the genius of drugging Snape.

"You saw that I lost my memory, so you just wanted to kick me out and investigate this matter yourself!" Harry understood Snape's plan with only a little bit of tandem.

The author has something to say:

Calvin, I almost forgot the plot, I had a lot of fun going out these two days hahaha, Harry, your posture is very dangerous, so don't forget your current situation just because you are chatting.

Harry: I've never seen someone fall in love with someone like this!

Snape: What I need to point out is that love and liking are two different degrees of emotional expression. It seems that you need to copy a dictionary to strengthen your vocabulary concepts. As far as your existing expressions are concerned, there is no difference between you and an illiterate.

Harry blushed with a tangled expression of wanting to hit someone but couldn't do it, and finally could only grit his teeth: Damn old bastard, just wait for me!