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He really couldn't escape the confinement, if he could, he would have done it countless times in the past six years.

Harry sighed as he stood in front of the black office door in the cellar, staring at the coiled, snake-breathing handles on the doorknob, thinking of many excuses to overthrow and start over.

Seeing that the time was passing by and he was about to be late, he immediately shook hands and uttered the order.At worst, he just told the truth, and Snape couldn't really do anything to him. —but he really didn't intend to face Snape now, and the fact that he was in two boats.No one would want to be a third party - but Harry pursed his lips again, not quite sure what the old bastard was thinking.After all, he has always been insidious, and he doesn't look like a decent person.

Well, Snape was a member of the Order and had been helping him, although in a way that he didn't want to appreciate the old bastard.On a large scale he really is a decent guy.

Harry knocked on his forehead, and he started to have a headache.

"Potter, it seems that something is bothering you, which made you hesitate outside the door for more than ten minutes." Snape sat behind the desk, calmly putting a completed homework on the On the pile of corrected homework.

Harry had to wonder if they were the ones who turned in those assignments today, maybe Snape gave him a horrible T, and thinking about it made him worry about the unfair grading he had received.

He felt that the homework during this period was done perfectly, but this old bastard would never give him the O he deserved, and he couldn't even see the E!It's so eccentric that I can't see a tinge of red.

"I'm sorry, I ran away on Monday morning." He took a deep breath.

Snape put the quill in his hand back into the pen holder. He looked up at the little bastard, then got up and walked around the desk. He came to Harry and leaned on the table.

"Obviously our savior is conscious of what's wrong with him." There was hardly any emotion on his face, and Harry had to stiffen his shoulders. He really couldn't understand Snape's likes and dislikes about things. .

He was wrong, Harry thought, and Snape was right.

But he won't admit it!

"Even if we slept, it doesn't mean what will happen." After Harry finished speaking, he regretted again, feeling a sense of falling that could not find a place to stay in his heart. He himself felt that this was too much, like — like a scumbag.

He frowned subconsciously, his face showed discomfort and distress, and his mood was so low that the soft hair on the top of his head drooped a little, like a curly laurel leaf drenched by rain.

"Of course, the savior can be anyone who likes it. You can choose your bed partner as you like. After all, your shortlist can go around the UK." Snape smirked, and his sarcasm was immediately met with angry stares. See.

"I didn't!" Harry yelled, his face flushed with rage like a firecracker going off at one touch.

Then he calmed himself down, he couldn't get into a fight with Snape just because of that.

He took a deep breath, the sudden pain in his head made his brain seem to be emptied by a tsunami of anger, and he couldn't find any cover to deal with it. He stared at the pair of black eyes that made him confused. After waiting for half a minute, he still couldn't bear it. The silence between them opened up, "I swear it was my first time, if I hadn't had it before the amnesia—but I'm having a hard time making sure I haven't." He licked his lips, thinking about his honesty To beat his chest.

Why did he lose out against Snape? That's really not right.Harry thought sullenly.

"And you're very skilled, and it's definitely not the first time." Harry said this and looked at Snape. He really thought that no one would commit himself to this old bastard, and it seemed that someone was quite heavy-handed.

He felt sore again, so unbearable that his face sank.There wasn't going to be anything between him and Snape, and if there was it would be a mistake - the more he thought about it the worse it was, but he had to.

He was a student now, and Snape was his professor, there had been no second choice in the first place.

So he had to insist on that, otherwise both Snape and himself would suffer.

Especially not to let it out, even if he did it voluntarily, but no one would realize it, they - the outsiders - would just put all the blame on Snape.

Even if he hated the old bastard so much, he didn't want Snape fired because of it.

"So nobody here has a loss, just forget about it." He couldn't go on, that was all he could say.

Harry's heart was flooded with bitter sea water.

So cold that he couldn't feel pain.

Even the flames of the fireplace can make him hot and sweaty.

"You want it to end," Snape could see at a glance what was going on in this simple and understandable boy, who hadn't grown to the point where it was complicated enough to be incomprehensible.

"Including the training you requested and various other unreasonable demands." He said softly.

No sooner had Harry nodded than he realized what Snape had said was all - how could that be!

"No," he quickly denied, "I didn't say it was over."

He still doesn't know his own thoughts, and he hasn't solved his so-called boyfriend yet.He really wasn't ready to get along with his professor - but that didn't mean it was over.

He needed Snape as an ally.He needed that trust, otherwise he wouldn't have the excuse to have a private rapprochement with Snape.

He doesn't want to go back to the old days of rivalry.

"I sacrificed my time, but you didn't show up, did you?" Snape crossed his arms, watching the little bastard lazily waiting for his fresh excuse.

"I," he paused trying to figure out what to say, licking his lips, "I wanted to sabotage Malfoy to fix the Vanishing Cabinet—so I went and took the Room of Requirement. I think it's easier to train alone. Take it easy - I'm not saying your way is bad, I like that kind of -" He bit his lip, not wanting to tell Snape exactly what he thought, "I just think I might be able to hold the rhythm better on my own , and let go. It is true that I need a mentor, but we are different, you know too much more than me, and there is a big gap between us." He said here and glanced at Snape.

Snape snorted, "Ah, finally realized that you are not as good as you thought, Potter, your self-knowledge came too late."

"I've always been self-aware." Harry puffed his face, "I'm not a genius."

"So you try to run away," said Snape, looking at Harry, at the boy who was drifting away from him.

Harry was the one who came closer at first, and he spotted him, and they started to get closer, so close that he got carried away, and he even thought about staying, not going back to that bad past.

But time will always remind people in due time that stolen time will never last.

Then Harry came forward again, actively as if this boy would never leave, no matter how badly he treated him, humiliated him, satirized him, pointed out his shortcomings, Harry would still open his arms with a smile and hug him He is full of flaws.

But now that the boy finally wanted to grow up, he would leave Hogwarts, like a young bird that spreads its wings and learns to fly and never returns to the place where he grew up.

He doesn't need his professor in his adult life, and he doesn't need another person to dictate his life as he begins to learn to be independent.

Then his professor will be the redundant existence that can be discarded.

How sad.

"Because you think you can accomplish a lot of things by yourself, like taking out the Dark Lord." He snorted, his voice gradually harsh.

"No, why do you think that?" Harry looked up in surprise.

"I just want to learn by myself, don't you want us to learn by ourselves too? Isn't that what you said in class, or is that also a lie?" He stared at Snape, his eyes full of suspicion.

"And you also said that my training takes up a lot of time. Isn't it good to arrange our respective time in this way? To improve efficiency." He found a good reason.

Snape narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry dangerously, "It seems that you are satisfied with your current state and want to challenge my authority." He grinned with a smirk, "Very well, then Gryffindor 10 points will be deducted, in view of your poor performance in class, you need to demonstrate the spells in class one by one one hundred times, then please start your confinement."

Harry scrunched up his face. Snape had taught three spells to break the curse in class, wouldn't that be—he had to wave his wand three hundred times!

This vengeful old bat!

Harry cursed Snape in his heart with hatred. With a pale face, he walked into the training room with his head bowed and drew out his wand to start his confinement.

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Harry: Even if it was my first night...

Snape: 10 points deducted from Gryffindor, blatant lie.

Harry's face turned green with anger: You old bastard is so skilled, you really have a lot of experience!

Snape smirked: Kudos.