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Liar, big liar!

Harry poked the young Snape in the photo resentfully, he turned over on the bed irritably, and together with the quilt wrapped around him, he pulled the quilt over his head, the light from the tip of his staff shone in the small enclosed space Appears extremely bright.

He moved his jaw and tremblingly stroked his upper lip, which was still swollen—he checked it in the mirror, and it was broken.He can't recall the situation at all, he just remembers the tearing/biting and his tongue, as if he was caught and almost swallowed.

He wasn't at all grateful to Snape for letting him go, it just wasn't right - well, even if it was because of his drugs.

Obviously Remus said that Snape likes Lily, and now the love/potion has worked, Snape's love for him has increased, and he will naturally respond to him, but this old bastard is not emotionally controlling the brain and easily loses his mind His kind of love brain, his request is too clear.

Harry frowned, and he couldn't help poking the photo, but the photo was just a photo, and the young Snape on it would not respond to him.He could only watch him sit under the tree and read the book that could never be finished.

Harry took a breath, stuffed the photo and his wand back under the pillow, and poked his head out of the covers, exhaling the warm stale breath, forcing himself to close his eyes.

But the more you want to sleep, the more unwilling the God of Sleep will come to see you.

Harry could only open his eyes agitatedly, and there was an auditory hallucination in his ears—he knew it was the voice in his mind, the familiar low whisper whispered, he was saying—"Harry."

Harry shivered, he gave up thinking, he closed his eyes and reached out, reaching into his own trousers.

"Severus." Harry looked away, subconsciously pronounced the name in a trance, and then his eyes widened.

Forget, forget!None of this happened.

He pulled the quilt over his head and dreamed until dawn.

"It's almost winter, will there be mosquitoes?" Ron pointed to Harry's neck with a confused look on his face. The dormitory was so cold that the fireplace was about to be turned on. He really didn't think there would be any mosquitoes alive at this time. — unless it was a strong magic mosquito.

Harry clutched his neck, and his thoughts suddenly seemed to be stuck. He didn't find his voice until Hermione walked towards them.

"Yes, I'm just going to remind you that there are mosquitoes this day, and their mouths are very poisonous, and the bites are swollen and painful, and you need to apply ointment to get rid of them." Harry began to make nonsense seriously, he looked at Hermione Before coming over, he raised his wand and cast an ignore spell at the red mark on his neck.

Now no one would fucking notice his neck!Harry pursed his lips as he dabbed the detumescent potion on his lips - it was specially prepared for Quidditch practice and used here.

He pursed his lips, just as normal as usual.He looked at Hermione. "I lost track of Malfoy during Hogsmeade week, but I know he went to see Parkinson."

"I know that too," said Hermione. "I've run into them." She didn't seem to want to talk about it.

"You didn't fight, did you?" Ron asked Hermione worriedly.

"They can't hit me." Hermione raised the corners of her lips, and she restrained her expression again, "But it's strange, Parkinson used to be obsessed/obsessed with Malfoy, but suddenly she doesn't seem to have this idea."

"Maybe what she valued was Malfoy's family background before. After all, Slytherins always pay attention to face, such as being well-matched." Ron muttered, "Now she still pays attention to this, and she really lives like a mummy."

They walked to the long Gryffindor table, and as soon as they sat down, Ron couldn't wait to pick up a slice of bread and spread butter on it.

Harry and Hermione both laughed.

"Concepts don't change quickly, and the replacement of new ideas often requires the efforts of several generations." Hermione said, she put down the book in her hand and began to enjoy her breakfast.

As for Harry, he was looking at the professor's seat while cutting the fried egg on the plate. Unfortunately, until the Gryffindor table was full of students, he didn't see the familiar dark figure.Unable to tell whether it was disappointment or happiness, he forked up the fried egg and ate it.

Let him think about it, Snape told him yesterday that Malfoy was repairing the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement, so he should go and verify the truth of this news before Malfoy realizes that his secret is no longer a secret.

Harry thought about today's schedule and decided to go after class, but he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't run into Malfoy.

"Min, can you do me a favor?" Harry wiped his mouth with a tissue, and he smiled at his friend.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a bit short, I'm going to sleep, waving.

Harry scowled: I had forgotten.

Snape smirked: Saint Potter also deceives himself?

Harry stared at Snape: You will obviously say my name.

Snape corrected: Harry (speaking and kissing Harry on the cheek)