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When autumn and winter intersect in early November, the Forbidden Forest at night is as cold as the leaves falling silently when the shade of the trees is swaying. They stepped on these dry leaves that lost water and made a rustling sound.

At this time, the animals are ready to hibernate, and the trees towering there are like monsters waving their teeth and claws in the dark. They look more terrifying than the eight-legged spiders in the Forbidden Forest, gloomy, and hidden dangers like those rumors on the campus.

"Professor, are there really potion ingredients here?" Harry sniffed, and the cold air he inhaled made him sneeze.

Snape turned his head to look at the skimpy little bastard - the castle was indeed warmer than outside.Snape raised his wand and cast a Warming Charm on Harry like a handout.

"You're waiting for someone to help you, and the only one you can turn to in front of you is me - which has to make me suspect that you're trying to seduce me," Snape said.

Harry shivered and shook his head violently, but Snape had already turned around and took a step forward, Harry had to follow, envious of the other's long legs - he could easily step across the ground in one step With the raised tree roots, he walked quickly.

"But Professor - it's already winter," said Harry.

"If you read more books, you will know that due to the existence of the warm current in the North Atlantic—this is how Muggles define it, and if you pay more attention to your surroundings, you will know that Hogwarts is not far from the sea. The damp vapor isn't as cold as you might think - it also means that certain creatures grow, such as this tree next to you - back off, Potter," said Snape, holding up the With a lantern, the orange light shone on their faces, making Snape's face soft and kinder than his words.

Harry moved away quickly, but unfortunately he tripped over an unnoticeable tree root on the ground and lurched forward, almost falling on top of Snape.He was grabbed by the shoulders and thrown aside the next moment.

Harry stood up straight and followed Snape. By the flame of the flickering lantern, he saw the dark green moss near the bottom of the tree root that almost blended with the night, and there were small flowers blooming on it.

"Moss?" Harry asked, isn't it just the usual thing that grows whenever the climate is humid?

"A moss that only grows on European beeches. It should be noted that its spores, flowers with ice dew that bloom after absorbing enough water in late autumn and winter, are a base solvent material that can be used for Concocting myopia potion," Snape explained.

"This is also a potion ingredient." Harry took a deep breath. He was very curious about how the person who discovered the medicinal effect of these ingredients picked them up to make potions on a whim.

"Next, go here." Snape held the lantern and walked towards the place where there seemed to be no road at all in front of the left.

The trees are getting denser and denser, so it will happen that two people get stuck in the trunk at the same time.And at this time Snape would mercilessly snap off these branches blocking the way - Harry felt a sense of guilt, he shook his head and put away these outlandish thoughts.

After walking for a short period of time, they suddenly realized that they walked out of the concentration of trees, and naturally formed a trail along the stream formed by the collection of dead leaves.

Snape squinted his eyes and stared at the distance below the stream where the light found, and he could vaguely see the light.

"Come on," he said.

Harry exhaled, he looked around, the dark night made his glasses less effective, he took off his glasses and wiped the mist from his breath on the lenses, put on the orange light that continued to light up in front of him. Bright yellow.

Snape was right in front of him, his cloaked figure elongated, tall and thick as a black shadow - yet remarkably reliable.However, as an unpopular professor, it is difficult to remember his advantages under the appearance of mean packaging.

However, whether it is his contempt, prejudice or even the eternal gloom, these are all his characteristics, and there will be no second such contradiction in this world that he remembers deeply.

Harry stepped forward quickly, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, so he got Snape's back, and he lowered his head, and the shadow fell to cover half of his face.

"I thought you'd be cold." Harry said, wrapping his hands around Snape's palms, only to find that his professor's palms were warmer than his, which made him reluctant to let go.

Snape sneered, he put down the lantern in his hand, "We're here."

Harry turned his head and looked at the place where the stream facing Snape led the way - it was a wide and slightly low depression - and the temperature was a little dull, which attracted all his attention The most striking thing is - the starlight flying all over the sky, dots of bright green like stardust falling on the grass, the light spots blooming in the midair, holding the tails of the stars, reflecting each other with the vast starlight in the sky.Just like the elves described in the fairy tales he read when he was young.

"It's a firefly," Harry blurted out in surprise, "but that's not supposed to be in summer."

"Nectar fireflies, full of nectar in summer, do not eat or drink, and wait for the last flight in winter. At this time, they meet each other's partners, ask for joy and dance, and finally mate. So the meaning of life stops here, the wings wither, and both It falls to the ground as fertilizer for the roots, and the following spring the larvae break out of the soil," Snape said, "so it's the 'Dance of Death' again."

"That's why there are so many." Harry clicked his tongue, and he looked at the stars all over the sky, leaving a memorable trail of light spots on his lenses.

"And this kind of firefly will produce a rare effect at the moment of death. If you have learned the curse antidote, then you will know its rare effect." Snape said.

Doomed death and new life after the dead of winter are excellent materials against the mortal curse.

"You brought me here specially, you know they will dance here." Harry said firmly, he laughed, his voice was hearty and clear, like dew ticking on the rock in front of him, which was harder than stone heart of.

"Compared to remedial lessons, I think there is a word that is more suitable." Harry sniffed, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Huh?" Snape's nasal voice rose, and he asked with a soft hum.

Then Harry stepped forward and grabbed his collar, and he couldn't be blamed for it—the hazy moonlight and the few stars were too eye-catching.He can't think, he can only act impulsively.

So he kissed those pursed, mean thin lips, and let go of them with a light touch.

The sudden cold air brought him back to his senses, and he stepped back, frowning to calm himself down.

"Go back now?"

"No, there's also the moonstone - aren't you going to look at it?" said Snape, grabbing the lantern from the floor.

"Ah, there are moonstones here!" Harry followed immediately, and finally had the material he knew.He also threw away the beautiful thought just now - Snape didn't care anyway, so why did he bother with it?

Anyway, if Snape planned to take him to see different scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he would not refuse.

The author has something to say:

Show you the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It turns out that the gloomy Forbidden Forest is also a good place for dating.

Harry: Sigh!

Snape took out the cold potion and poured it on the little bastard: You are a wizard, Potter!Gryffindor will deduct 10 points, and next time no one will cast a warming spell for you.