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"Tsk, that's how you think of me, ignoring how I've tolerated you until now." Snape twitched, watching Harry for any expression on his face.

Harry choked, and it was indeed Snape who had reminded him that his memory was a problem, and he had helped him in due course - in his usual style.And after amnesia, he has a deep prejudice against Snape, he really can't trust the enemy in his impression.

If Snape excluded him from investigating alone in this situation, it would be quite understandable.

"I'm sorry." Harry pursed his lips, his movement tugging at his red/swollen lips, and gasping for breath the next second, a gratuitous reminder of what the old bastard had done to him.

And it was he who made it - the milk he had added for Snape to drink.

Harry frowned in confusion, "Now then, let's get on with it. I'll help you."

"What can you do but make trouble?" Snape sneered.

"I can tell you the lesson Dumbledore gave me, just like I said at the beginning." Harry thought for a while and said, "Even if I did tell you, it was a long time ago."

Snape raised an eyebrow, "Go on."

It's a pity that this old bastard's expression management is so sophisticated that it is disgusting, and he can't see through his thoughts at all.

Harry took a deep breath, "That's not the way to talk." He glared at Snape, who was still on top of him.

Snape straightened his upper body slightly, pulling Harry's limp body against his shoulder.

"According to your request, feel at home?" Snape raised the corner of his mouth.

Harry blushed, he calmed down for half a minute and then said, "I don't know where to start, so tell me what you know first."

"Tell me about what happened after Tom Riddle went to Hogwarts," Snape said.

Harry pursed his lips, it was clear that Tracy said it was the potion of responsiveness, why did he become led by Snape when it was his turn?No matter how much he complained, Harry still opened his mouth, and he spoke out the memory he had seen in Dumbledore's Pensieve for nearly a month.

"...So what do you think Dumbledore wants me to know?" Harry asked the question he had always had in his mind.

"We all know that Tom Riddle made his soul shards - that diary when he was in school. So how did he come up with the idea of ​​making soul shards? Why did he make these soul shards?" Snape gently Opening his mouth, his hand unconsciously slipped from the hem of Harry's sweater to caress his slender and strong waist.

Harry raised his hand, and he found he was able to move - he immediately grabbed the flailing hand and was held instead.The warm, dry hand was nothing like his own, he could feel Snape's slender fingers, and he remembered how those fingers had been used to adjust/teach those potion ingredients, and now he was interlocking with this hand.

"He knew about the magic at school." Harry set his mind on what they were discussing.

"How would you go about acquiring the knowledge you want at Hogwarts?" Snape asked.

"Ask the professor or go to the library," Harry replied dryly, then froze, his eyes widening in excitement for a moment, "So Tom Riddle went to the library to learn how to cut his soul .”

"If no one told him about it, do you think he'd know? Just happened to find such a spell out of thousands of dark books?" Snape glanced at Harry.

"And he still needs the professor's signature to go to the restricted/book area."

"Did Dumbledore know about this?" Harry asked after silence.

"He certainly wouldn't have noticed then, but he should have known by now," Snape said. "I think he's also aware of the professor who told Tom Riddle about the dark art of cutting souls."

"You know?" Harry grabbed Snape's clothes abruptly.

Snape raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and kissed the messy hair with his fingers, "Of course." He paused, "I went to check the borrowing files over the years, Tom Riddle's permission to enter the restricted/book area The bearer of the signature was Horace Slughorn, then Head of Slytherin and Professor of Potions."

"You don't know which book he read, do you?" Harry gripped the fabric tightly, and suddenly he thought of seeing Snape go to Slughorn at the Slug Club dance. Chatted cordially for a while - I have never seen this old bastard be so friendly with anyone.

"You went to Slughorn." He felt more and more likely that this was likely, and he went on, "Slughorn is a very smooth man, and taking words from him, plus this touches on If you know the secret of the Dark Lord, a man as prudent as he is must be very vigilant about related topics. And he is a master of potions, it is even more difficult to use drugs to get words out of his mouth—but if It was another Potions Master who administered the potion, especially since his level of potion is much higher than Slughorn's, so there is no problem."

"That's just your guesswork. However, your knowledge of the old chameleon/dragon's potion level is quite realistic," said Snape, who twitched his lips slightly at the reference to Slughorn, revealing that With a hint of sarcasm, it could be seen that he didn't have any affection for the former potions professor.

"You found that book?" Harry raised his voice, feeling that Snape was basically done, what else could he do?Accompany the old principal to continue this play?A thought of deception lingered in his mind, but he was suppressed just thinking about it.

"Wait, you're saying that Dumbledore should have known about this, so he didn't destroy the book?"

"Maybe he hasn't had time to know. But even the headmaster has no right to destroy it. All the books belong to Hogwarts property. The headmaster has the right to maintain everything in Hogwarts, including fixed assets and teaching staff. liquid assets," Snape explained.

"So you found the book," said Harry firmly.

"I just got it, when you got this bloody potion in Hogsmeade and wanted to give it to me," Snape replied indifferently.

Harry choked again, wanting to bang his head with a headache, but could only look at his clasped hands.

"Then it's just right, tell me everything you find out from your investigations from now on." Harry raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Let's start with where Malfoy's disappearing cabinet is placed."

"Don't put me off," Harry added.

"On the eighth floor, the Response Room." Snape frowned, but he couldn't control the effect of the potion, and the doubled love made him answer all the little bastard's questions, which was comparable to telling the truth agent.

"I see." Harry frowned after getting the answer, and he thought for a while.There was so much going on tonight, and the information he got was filling his head, he couldn't decide which one to deal with first - so he decided to deal with the things he and Ron and Hermione cared about first.

"It's getting late, I should go too..." Harry said, picking up the glasses that fell from the ground, and he was about to leave.

Just then, Snape held out his hand.He grabbed Harry's shoulders and leaned over his right ear.

"Harry, you got what you wanted, so you should pay some interest accordingly to maintain the alliance between us." His deep voice instantly infected that ear.

Then, he lowered his head and nibbled the bloody red earlobe, and took a sip on the slender neck below, leaving a light pink mark.

Only then did he let go of his boy, and he stood up with an indifferent look that hadn't done anything.

Harry clutched his neck, he looked at Snape in astonishment, after a few seconds of being stiff, he seemed to have suddenly figured out something, and quickly turned around and fled the cellar, as if he would stay forever if he didn't leave.

The author has something to say:

So the professor is very powerful in finding clues.

Harry grimaced: Ah!I'm an idiot, I should have asked Snape to fix Malfoy!

Snape: You can come back, I'll be waiting for you anytime.

Harry: It's almost curfew, shall I go back and sleep with you? (Face goes red after speaking)