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When Harry woke up, his brain was blank, his consciousness was not fully awakened, he only half-opened his eyes, and he closed them again, humming unwillingly to get up from his nose, and then subconsciously fell asleep on the warm pillow he was holding. He rubbed and rubbed -- but the feeling reminded him that this was not the pillow he thought it was.

But Harry's consciousness was still stuck and he escaped.

What really woke him up at the end was - Snape, who was awakened by this series of actions, naturally tightened his arms, and he kissed Harry's forehead.

Instant recovery.Harry had to open his eyes wide, looking at Snape who was close at hand, with a cracked expression on his face as if the sky had fallen, but he was a little dazed, as if he was still childish.

Snape touched his fluffy head in a good mood, twisted a strand of curly black hair around his fingers, the boy exuded a faint strawberry smell, must taste like a juicy fruit big strawberries.

"Good morning, Potter." He paused. "It seems that you are quite satisfied with the comfort of my bed."

Harry backed away sharply. He looked at his open pajamas, and then quickly pulled the quilt over him, "Good morning, Snape," maybe it felt weird just calling him by name, he added A title, "Professor."

The next second his eyes lit up again, maybe he could continue to order Snape, just like last night.

Looking forward to it secretly, he let go of the grip on the quilt. He rushed forward and hugged Snape, who was getting up and getting dressed, and kissed him quickly on the cheek.

"I don't remember yet, I managed to get that thing done yesterday - can you take a look at it for me?" He looked at Snape expectantly, and almost rolled on the bed wrapped in the covers.

Snape silently looked at the little bastard who was so full of energy early in the morning that he almost lay on the bed to his face. He pushed Harry down, made him lie back, and covered him with the quilt.

"I'll come back to you later." He said, then picked up his clothes and changed out of his nightgown.

He goes into the bathroom.

Harry rubbed the pillow again, there was a reassuring smell on the bed, warm as if the god of sleep was humming a lullaby, his sleepy brain soon became a paste.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.Relaxed as if he had any resistance to the old bat's habitat.

Snape walked out of the bathroom, he glanced at the little bastard who had fallen asleep again on the bed, plucked his messy fur and lowered his head to show a smile.He opened the door and walked to the office.

I personally checked the bug that Harry remade last night-he did it differently, the receiving end was made into an oval cylinder that can be plugged into the ear, and the receiving end was made into a thin transparent adhesive sheet.This kind of physical ignoring is indeed better than magical ignoring, and it reduces the risk of being ignored and discovered even with attached objects.

He checked the several spells on it again, and when he checked the receiving range, he stacked another magic that extended the distance on top.Then he put down the little gadget that Harry had done alone.

He drew out his wand and tapped the table, and two breakfasts appeared on the table.

He picked up one of them and walked to the bedroom.

When Harry returned to the dormitory, he didn't want to recall at all that he spent the night in Snape's office and ate the breakfast delivered by Snape himself.

The effect of the potion was really good, and Snape was too obedient.This made him a little uncomfortable, except for those physical contact, they did go too far.Harry patted his face to wake himself up, not to bend his waist like this because of the potion, which is simply a crime.

There was no one in the dormitory, so Harry stuffed a pile of unfinished homework into his schoolbag, and walked out with the schoolbag on his back.

He was going to go to Hermione, whose opinion was all he could rely on when it came to plotting against Malfoy, and she seemed to have had a lot of experience these days.Now the bug for Malfoy has been made, just waiting for an appropriate time.

"You don't agree with the use of bugs?" Harry lowered his voice after hearing Hermione's answer, looked around and applied an anti-tapping charm. When he looked around, he accidentally met Mrs. Pince's eyes, and he had to Smiling as if nothing had happened—it was a very risky thing to say in the library, knowing he should have pulled Hermione out.

When he was done, he looked at Hermione with puzzled eyes.

"Although Malfoy is our enemy, he is only a 16-year-old child, and he has privacy." Hermione explained, "We can't do too much."

"And wiretapping is going too far." Harry couldn't believe it.

"It's a crime." Hermione glared at her friend as well.

He did forget to take into account that Hermione was such a serious person, she was a good student and she was very respectful of school discipline.And he always seemed to forget the school rules - but he didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong.

There were indications that Malfoy was ready to do harm, and he couldn't just sit back and let some unfortunate things happen.

"But we're crime prevention," he defended.

"We can consider ways to not commit crimes. For example, I have been doing it all the time. I think it is good, although it takes a little time." She raised her chin and looked somewhere.

Harry turned his head to follow Hermione's line of sight, and he saw the sneaky figure among the bookshelves—Malfoy.

"You're spying on him," Harry sighed. "If you add a bug, you'll be able to hear exactly who he's talking to and what he's talking to."

"Harry, didn't you wait until you found the magic that could hear other people's thoughts, so you would think so that you could even hear his thoughts, so you were going to use it?" Hermione asked, and she said earnestly, " You can't feel that it's okay to use improper means just because you suspect that someone is going to the dark. Even if others yearn for the dark, that's not the reason for us to follow into the quagmire. One mistake may be repeated again and again, and it will gradually deepen, even Someday you'll decide that the Unforgivable Curses are no big deal."

"I don't know how to use the Unforgivable Curse." Harry frowned, shaking his head, "How can you look at me like that!"

"I just think it's good as it is now. I won't use eavesdropping, and neither should you. Harry, this is not good." Hermione looked at her friend worriedly when she said this.

"Malfoy isn't bad enough to become our enemy, you can't think too bad of him."

Harry felt annoyed, he spent so much time and went to find Snape to finally make the wiretapping props, but his friends didn't agree with him to use them.

He stood up, and the chair made a grinding sound.Mrs. Pince also looked over.

"Are you angry?" Hermione asked.

"I haven't." Harry shook his head, "I'm going first, don't worry I won't use it."

"It's the same when I'm here." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, she smiled, and then pointed in Malfoy's direction.

Harry nodded wildly, picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the library, his hand running through his hair, his mind too confused to think.

He paused and walked towards the cellar.

Ron is now studying how to tie a scarf, so he doesn't have to join in the fun.So sure enough, the only person he could go to was Snape.

"Potter, it seems that now my place is about to become the savior's psychological counseling office. I always respond to the savior's request, don't you?" Snape, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at the returning Harry mockingly. , he put the homework he was correcting on the homework pile.

Harry looked at the familiar dark-haired man who always taunted him, "I want Defense Against the Dark Arts training."

"Give me a reason I can't refuse." Snape said, and he continued to grade the homework. "I hope you can see that your professor is not as free as you."

"I can wait for you." Harry took a deep breath, "I can do anything until after training." In fact, he didn't really know what Snape wanted from him, but if it was yesterday's He didn't object to it either.

He is probably already on the verge of half-bending.

Snape looked up at Harry with a serious, accusing look that sent chills down Harry's back.

"Deal." He said half a minute later, then lowered his head and wrote a T on the homework in his hand, vaguely revealing the author's irritability.

After Snape finished grading the pile of homework, the training Harry requested was fulfilled.And before starting this time, Snape said in his usual slow, mocking tone, "I guess our savior is extremely reluctant to flip through his textbooks."

"I have books," retorted Harry, "I really like Defense Against the Dark Arts." His voice trailed off, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

He didn't want to admit in front of Snape that he liked Defense Against the Dark Arts, it didn't matter who the professor was, he just liked it.Well, even if the current professor is replaced by Snape, he still likes it a little bit, and he is not as resistant as he thought - it would be great if Snape can reduce the deductions in class, no matter how ironic he is can be filtered out.

"Soon we will be able to verify the moisture in your words." Snape glanced at Harry, "Now, raise your wand, and I will teach you a spell next, I hope you can use your brain-because I will only teach it once."

Harry drew his wand quickly, with palpable excitement in his eyes, as if fireflies were reflected in his eyes, dancing, "I'm ready."

Snape cast a spell, Harry did, but he failed.

"I don't seem to have figured out the trajectory." With a bitter face, he frowned and thought about Snape's actions just now. After thinking hard for a while, he raised his head to look at Snape, his eyes sparkling, "Can you do it again? ?” He can definitely succeed this time!

"Only once." Snape refused. "Aren't you curious about the effect of that spell?"

"Is it an attacking spell?" Harry thought for a while, and he guessed.

Snape walked towards the table, he opened the transparent bottle on the table and took out a gecko from it, and then he used the spell again in front of Harry, the gecko's limbs were instantly separated, even its tail was shattered. broken.

"That's why you can't learn it. You don't have the determination, Potter." Snape said, looking at Harry who was stunned.

"This is black magic!" Harry frowned. "I know that Defense Against the Dark Arts will involve black magic, but it's different from using black magic."

"It's not too late for you to go out to the headmaster's office and report to Dumbledore." Snape said, his eyes were fixed on the wrinkled boy in front of him.

"But you won't use black magic on us, I mean, I haven't seen you use black magic on students in the past six years. And you are now a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so you have all the research Appropriate reason," said Harry, his brow loosening, "I'm in no position to accuse you. I hate the Dark Arts, but I also know right from wrong. Magic is good or bad depending on who uses it— — that's not to say you're a good guy." Harry added, "I'm not saying you're a bad guy, of course."

If it was in the past, he should jump up and blame Snape, but now his opinion of Snape has changed, and he doesn't know whether it is right or wrong.

He himself was already a little strange, and he hoped that Snape hadn't noticed the change in his position.Harry could only pray so much, but his reason was condemning his own ostrich behavior.

"Double standard of amazement, the teaching of the Unforgivable Curse in the class by the fake Moody didn't arouse your backlash." Snape snorted.

"I know," Harry trailed off, as he watched Snape approaching him, he backed up so much that he hit the edge of the table!He muttered, his eyes moved to the table, and when he glanced at the rose in the flask, he seemed to be stabbed and quickly changed to look at the upper of the shoe.

"I know you're doing it for my own good." It was as if the words were forced out.

Snape raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he stepped forward to grab Harry's hand and drag him into the middle of the room.

"Get ready soon, this is the training you asked for." He let go of his hand, and after three meters away from the boy, he said in an orderly tone.

Harry quickly raised the wand in his hand, and entered the training state from daze.

And the training of the magic spell always passes quickly. This kind of training that requires high concentration, long-term muscle tension, and high energy-consuming training cannot last for a long time-for the court team Seekers, Harry's physical strength is already outstanding, and he is still very young, but his spirit still can't keep up, so that he was hit and disarmed his wand when he staggered halfway.

He lifted his sweater and wiped the sweat off his face.

"I found that I tend to get stuck when switching enchantments. I've been paying attention to this, but it doesn't seem to be effective now." He reached out to Snape and took his wand.

"A rare self-knowledge," Snape twitched his lips. "You still need to pay attention to combining your strengths—your speed. It's a pity that you are too confident in your fists, and you don't even want to use spells, so you want to use them." Before beating someone—can you think of your small body at this moment."

Snape's sarcasm made Harry feel ashamed. Coupled with the pink cheeks after exercise, it was like a colorful face, which made people imagine.

"I'll pay attention next time." He whispered.

"Then it's time for you to keep your promise." Snape stepped forward, grabbed Harry's wrist, and pulled him forcefully in front of him, holding his still dripping sweat with the other hand. jaw.

Harry's eyes widened, and his glasses fell off.

He was kissed.

Familiar plunder, fierce and aggressive, as if he was going to be swallowed without leaving any residue.

But it wasn't really swallowing, and Snape let go of him anyway, preventing him from passing out from the lack of oxygen.

"You can go, it's still early, and the public bathrooms haven't closed yet." Snape let go of his hand.

Harry looked up in shock at the old bastard with a disinterested face that couldn't tell he had just kissed him.

"This is the end?"

"What are you expecting?" Snape asked, his voice soft and dangerous.

Harry shivered, "No." He shook his head, but then another thing came to his mind, "I can't go to the public bathroom."

His hand touched his neck. He remembered that there were marks on the back of his neck last night. Although there were not many marks, it must be troublesome to explain.

Especially Ron and the others believed that his boyfriend had graduated, so wouldn't that tell them he was cheating!

Harry's face went white and white, "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Of course, you'll be treated like home." Snape narrowed his eyes, and instantly understood Harry's concern, "I just hope you don't do weird things in the shower, after all, it's not your bathroom yet." He added, looking somewhere at Harry pointedly.

"I won't!" Harry gritted his teeth, even though he had some reaction just now, it has completely disappeared now!

He won't be attracted to the old bastard, it's just a physical illusion!This is exactly what youth looks like!Harry searched for a lot of reasons in his mind, but Snape didn't continue this topic anymore. He took Harry into the bathroom, prepared a change of clothes for him, and walked out—this was not a bad way to break in halfway. will happen.

Harry let out a breath, he looked at the closed door, the regret in his heart seemed to swirl again, he shook his head, took off his sweaty clothes, turned on the shower, and soon steamed his heart Trembling mist.

The author has something to say:

Harry: I don't like old bats.

Snape: I thought it was impossible for a straight man to say the word love to another man.

Harry: I didn't cheat.

Snape: That's indeed one of the few good things about you.

Harry: No, I don't have a boyfriend at all!

Snape: I take it back