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It is indeed crowded for two people to ride a broomstick, this is not a double broom.

"How about we change it?" Harry turned his head and was pushed back by Snape.

"Concentrate." Snape frowned. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and hugged the boy in his arms. The hand that pushed Harry's head back was forward, and he leaned forward to hold the boy. took the broom.

Before Harry could fully focus on flying, he instantly controlled the broom and flew towards the direction outside the castle.

"You fly so well, why don't we know?" Harry clicked his tongue in admiration. He focused on the broom and quickly took them up together, slanting up rapidly, like a shooting star across the sky above the castle.

The wind shuttled quickly around them, and the rapid airflow brought a radical force, which was uncomfortable.But Harry, who loves to fly, really enjoys the sense of oppression brought by such a high speed, and he can control the big spin that the broom almost makes - but he stopped the thought when he thought of Snape behind him .

He let out a cheerful Yo Ho sound, as happy as a child who is free after school.

He really enjoys the pleasure of flying, as if all his troubles are taken away by the wind, and he doesn't have to think about whether his hair is more messy and difficult to see.

They flew higher.The clouds were like misty mist, which lingered around them sparsely and then were suddenly pushed away by invisible hands.

The moonlight shone on them, and it was bigger than when they were on the ground. The bright and white moonlight was like dewdrops on a cold rose, and the high altitude was even colder, as if it could freeze people into ice cubes.

Harry took out his wand and wanted to apply another Warming Charm to Snape, but at this moment he found that his body suddenly became warmer.He turned to look at Snape.

"Did you fly to such a high place to see the moon?" He originally wanted to say thank you, but found that he couldn't say it, so he had to change the subject.

They have come above the clouds, and now the broom is hovering here, and below is the abyss, and they will be smashed to pieces if they don't pay attention.

But now he felt that even if he died, he would have no regrets—however, such a thought was too strange.

Harry twisted his wrist, trying to get a tighter grip, he couldn't fall and hurt Snape.

"Yes, but there was no moon at that time." Snape said after half a minute of silence.

At this moment, when Harry was about to say something, he suddenly saw clearly visible starbursts dragging their tails across the brilliance of the stars in the pitch-black curtain, and then another one.

The trails of stars stood out against the dark night sky, and they were all concentrated in one place - Harry recognized it as the constellation Leo, which he had learned about in astronomy class.

"The Leonid meteor shower." Harry remembered that it seemed to be at this time.

It is impossible for Snape not to know that this is a must-learn in astronomy class. Every November, the Leonid meteor shower will streak across the sky. imprint.

"This is the first time I've seen a meteor shower." Harry clicked his tongue and sighed, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

The moment when the fleeting brilliance stays on the retina is always breathtakingly beautiful.The more beautiful something is, the easier it is to wither, and what disappears in an instant is often unforgettable.

Suddenly a heart-wrenching pain gripped his heart, he frowned, and then he found his face was cold and wet.

Without knowing why, he shed tears.

Before he raised his hand to wipe off the untimely and inexplicable icy drop, Snape's hand caught the crystal drop faster than he did, and his warm, rough fingers touched his face. Wipe on.

Harry had to scrunch his face, and he let out a pained noise, breaking the false stillness.

"I don't know why I would..." he defended himself.

"The good moments are fleeting," said Snape, "and they are easily hurt."

It didn't seem like something Snape would say.

Harry turned to look at Snape, but was stopped by the hand with which he could only wipe the tears off his face.

And Harry just felt that his face was almost red, and his strange emotions disappeared.

This made him feel sad again - he now felt that it was too hypocritical.

"Thank you," he said dryly.

"You need to look forward. No matter what you want to do, only what you hold in your hand can determine the direction you are going." Snape's voice was soft and warm, spraying on Harry ear, but the moment it touched his ear, it was quickly assimilated by the high-altitude cold air.

"I know." He raised his head and looked at the sky full of stars, the incomparably bright shining stars seemed to be imprinted on his retina.

And the trajectories of those fleeting meteors also drew a shallow trace on his heart.

"They're so beautiful." So beautiful that he wanted to keep looking.

But the temperature didn't allow him to continue, Harry sniffled, but couldn't help sneezing.

"Let's go back." He raised his head and tried to look back, and then touched those black eyes, as if they had been staring at him.

He sniffed and gave a goofy smile.

Snape cast another Warming Charm on Harry, who agreed.

So Harry steered the broom downward at a slightly slower speed than he had come, flying obliquely, in the direction he had come.Then he turned a corner and looked at the half-missed moon above the clouds, which was incomparably large and bright, peaceful and lofty, sacred and solemn.

He remembered that the crescent moon cast their shadows on the layers of white clouds, and he and Snape were so close that there were only the two of them in the whole sky.

His heart was filled to the brim immediately, so he descended with this filled heart, across the sky above the Forbidden Forest, and then they landed in the courtyard of the castle.

There was silence all around, as if only he and Snape were left in the whole world.

"Thanks." He turned to Snape, and he saw Snape bring out the orange lantern again.

"It's time to go back." He said silently.

Harry snapped Snape's sleeve, and he held it tightly as if not allowing him to leave early.

"I want to stay." His voice was as thin as the moaning of insects at night.

"Potter." Snape frowned.

"You can call me Harry, like before," said Harry, his cheeks flushed like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.

"I want to stay," he added, licking his lips.

Ignoring that Snape understood what the boy meant, he took Harry's hand, "You have no right to stop now." He said, that cold gaze seemed to ignite a flame, exuding hot emotion.

Harry nodded, and he was led out without a fight, and they headed down the cellar.

If you repent at this time, it must be impossible.

When Harry saw the familiar black four-poster bed, he felt an urge to rush out the door.

But before he could do it, Snape pushed him onto the bed, and the soft bed caught him, sinking his back into a velvet-like embrace.

"I..." He hesitated but still propped up his upper body, and then he saw Snape standing in front of him gracefully taking off his black cloak, and then slowly unbuttoning his black robe.

Harry's throat moved, and he really couldn't leave.

He wanted Snape, and it had haunted him since he was above the clouds.

"Can I..." He scratched his hair.

"Huh?" Snape let out a questioning hum, which was so sexy that Harry stiffened quickly.

"Give me a bottle of aging potion." Harry said these words.

He couldn't make Snape think it was a terrible night, what if the old bastard found out he was too young and liked someone else?

It was a weird thought, but Harry had to think about it, and then think about it more and more.

Snape just frowned slightly, he looked at Harry's dry, flat, fleshless figure, turned and walked out.

Harry waited anxiously, taking off his coat too, and then his clothes - maybe he'd be a lot taller when he was older.Maybe he'd be taller than Snape.

Maybe—no, is it his first time now?

Harry paled at the thought, remembering Hermione and Ron swearing about his mysterious boyfriend.

If there is such a person, where are they?

And now his behavior - Harry picks up his loose clothes and he tries to put them back on.At this moment, Snape opened the door and walked in, holding a bottle of potion in his hand.

"Can't wait?" Snape looked at Harry mockingly.

Harry had to hug his pile of clothes, barely covering his body.

He took the potion offered by Snape.

Had to drink it down.

Harry thought as he unscrewed the bottle cap and threw back his drink.

The taste in his mouth wrinkled his face strangely, and then he felt the rubbing of bones, he endured it quietly, and soon his limbs changed, and his arms were no longer as thin as slender A stick, but not as thick as he imagined.He seems to have grown a bit, but not much.

He stood up and touched the beautiful muscles on his stomach without a trace of fat.He still seems so thin, but a little fleshy.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up, he raised his head and was about to say something when he was pinned down on the bed, he felt a gentle exhalation of aggression, and then his lips were pried open.

He was kissed.

The author has something to say:

Harry: I want to stay.

Snape: 10 points deducted from Gryffindor, night tour.

Harry: If you deduct points again, I will leave.

Snape: ... (drags Harry to the cellar)