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The day's confinement ended peacefully.

Without a kiss, not even a touch, Snape let him out of the cellar after he had swung his wand three hundred times.

Harry rested his cheeks, and he sat on the long Gryffindor table and stared intently at the teacher's table, but Snape didn't show up again today.

Maybe Snape accepted what he said, so that was it.

Harry frowned involuntarily; he wasn't happy.

He wasn't as forgetful as he claimed to be, and even if he did lose certain memories, but about that night—the sky was so bright, he remembered—he remembered that he was happy, that he was with Snape, that they were together flight.His incomparable happiness is not just because of flying.

Doing what you like with the people you like, the happiness is far more than doubled.

He didn't like Snape, however.

Harry dropped the fork and looked at the scrambled egg he poked until it drenched.

"It's just awful," he muttered.

"Harry, are you going to the Response Room?" After class, Hermione stopped her friend who was rushing out of the classroom.

"Of course, I have to hurry up, it will be bad if Malfoy is ahead of me." He said quickly, and his pace gradually accelerated towards the stairs.

Hermione trotted after her, "No wonder I see Malfoy hanging out in the library every day these days. He looks extremely depressed."

"That's really good news." Harry grinned, facing Hermione, and then noticed a strange look on his friend's face.

"What's wrong?" He stopped.

"It's okay." Hermione frowned, "Remember what I said before that Malfoy was looking for something related to the poison curse? I always feel that there is a big conspiracy here-don't worry, I'm following up and won't miss it Yes." She said and stopped talking.It can be seen that she may have noticed something, but since she didn't investigate deeply, she didn't want to make wild guesses and tell her friends to cause unreasonable anxiety.

"Then I'll leave it to you." After thinking for a while, Harry gave Hermione the task of following Malfoy, and he was going to occupy the Room of Requirement anyway, after all, he boasted a lot from Snape. He had to prove that he was no less effective practicing alone than under the guidance of a professor.

After parting with Hermione, Harry came to the Room of Requirement, luck still shining on his face, he looked happily at the door that appeared, opened it and walked into the training room that belonged only to him.

"Let's practice potions today!" Harry thought for a while, put his schoolbag on the sofa, and took out the Half-Blood Prince's textbook from it.

He said he couldn't ask Snape, but he didn't say he couldn't ask the Half-Blood Prince.

Harry happily flipped through the Half-Blood Prince's textbook. He looked at the densely packed notes. Maybe it was because he was still young, so the handwriting was much immature than Snape's now, but he could still recognize the notes carefully. The master was Snape.

"It's hard to see that young Snape is such a lovely person," Harry muttered, his hand stroking the notes through the air, not wanting to blur them with his touch.

In addition to correcting textbook errors, there are various experimental records and even invented magic.Crowded in every corner, it can be seen that the Half-Blood Prince is a genius, as if he had a flash of inspiration when he thought about it casually, and he could only take out a book at random to write down his whimsy.

And he himself had never had such an experience—except for Quidditch.Maybe he should also record his whimsical thoughts about Quidditch, maybe there will be a lot of them over time.

Thinking so, Harry fetched the materials he needed and started his preview.

Time always passes quickly, especially when a person settles down and is doing something, he will find that there is not enough time at all.So they need to invest more time, just like taking poison. The more they learn, the more they invest, and they will get indescribable happiness.

Snape walked down the quiet corridor with a lantern. He came out of the cellar and caught some nocturnal Twolegs along the way. Kinson's disease.

Snape deducted points for boredom, he continued his night watch without giving too many eyes to these frightened students who ended their adventure hastily.

And now he came to the eighth floor.

Of course he remembered Harry saying that he occupied the Room of Requirement, so Draco couldn't mend the Vanishing Cabinet—Snape was thinking about the agreement between him and Narcissa, and Gryffindor was thinking about a new Things are only 3 minutes hot.

It won't be long before Harry will be back.

Snape stared blankly at the wall where the Room of Requirement stood, walking up and down imagining the room.Then the door appeared.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

The interior was exactly as he remembered it, like a faded film that had been redeveloped and was right in front of him now.

The flames in the fireplace were beating, and the heat pulled him back from reality to 20 years ago, and the boy was lying on the desk with his homework and reference textbooks spread out in front of him, reckless and careless.

He just fell asleep without turning off the lights.

Snape stepped forward, took off his cloak, wrapped the boy up, and softly cast a Stunning Charm.

He brought the sleeping bastard to the bed, put him down, took off his shoes and covered him with a blanket.

Harry scrunched his face, grunted, and turned his back on Snape.

He was still so restless in the dream, but just now he was able to fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position on the table, it really didn't matter.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up slightly, he bent down to pick up a bunch of curly short hair, his fingers gently twitched like he was carefully handling the potion ingredients on the cooking table.

"Go to sleep." He kissed the hair in his hand.

At dawn one night, Harry lifted the quilt strangely—could he still sleepwalk after falling asleep!

He knocked on his head, took a brief wash, picked up his schoolbag and left the Room of Response.

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This chapter is a bit short and is an excessive chapter.

Harry: Am I sleepwalking?

Snape coughed: Do you need someone to monitor your sleep?

Harry looked at Snape warily: No!