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As soon as December entered, the cold wave began to sweep across the entire Hogwarts, and sending scarves became a must-see scene every day-of course Ron's scarf was still in rush work, and he had already met the ball of wool. Come on, after all he had promised Lavender to weave a flawless scarf by Christmas.

"Harry, are you still occupying the Response Room every day, right?" Hermione looked up at Harry after sitting down holding the books she was about to return.

Harry nodded, looking away from the classroom table - he hadn't seen Snape outside of Defense Against the Dark Arts since they last made it clear - and had to say, He kind of missed the old bastard, just a little bit, not more!

"Is Malfoy planning something again - like taking back the Room of Requirement?"

"No," Hermione shook her head, "he doesn't seem anxious about it, and that's what worries me." She paused, then took a sip of her breakfast tea and said, "I doubt he'll This Hogsmeade week is making some big moves, he met with Pansy yesterday, but unfortunately I didn't get to know what they were talking about."

"If I had used the bug before, I would have been able to know their little secret." Harry said regretfully, until now the bug he made is still in his school uniform pocket-maybe Hogsmeade week is a good time Chance.

Hermione frowned, "You're right."

"You finally agree with me!" Harry grinned happily.

"No, bugs can only be used on specific occasions, and I don't want you to use them to snoop on anyone's privacy, including Malfoy." Hermione didn't loosen her eyebrows, she said solemnly, "Even if it's the worst Everyone has their own time, and you can't think of using the little secrets you have learned to threaten Malfoy into submission, otherwise you will become a worse person than him."

"What do you mean being worse than him? Isn't Malfoy bad enough? He's a Death Eater!" He was going to be pissed off by his teammates before he was plotted to death by Malfoy. Harry couldn't understand Hermione's seriousness, Sometimes she just takes things written in books as truth too much.

"You have no evidence, and what he is doing now has not produced actual evil, but if you threaten him, it will be real evil. Harry, you must not become that kind of person." Hermione was sullen, she He spoke so earnestly that Harry felt that he was short of the next sentence to continue the severance of friendship.

"Of course I won't." Harry scratched his hair, but it still hurt a little to be told that.

Too bad he couldn't go to Snape - but since Malfoy's attention wasn't in the Room of Requirement right now, why couldn't he go to Snape?It's business, isn't it?

Tomorrow is Hogsmeade Week, and Ron must be going to find Lavender, he can't disturb other people's relationship.Hermione had a bit of a difference of opinion with him again - he didn't want to quarrel with Hermione again about spying on Malfoy.

So he needs a reliable ally.

"Hogsmeade Week?" Snape stared coldly at the little bastard sitting across from his desk, the T that was originally written in elegant and stern strokes was slightly bent at the end, his face remained unchanged Put this homework on the corrected homework pile.

"You group of noisy platypus can enjoy the weekend, so the professors also have the freedom to enjoy the rare rest day." He said tactfully, obviously a refusal.

"So you're going to Hogsmeade Week, too, right?" Harry pretended not to understand, and he asked immediately.

Snape folded his arms and looked at the little bastard who was waiting for his answer, "What bothered our savior to patronize my deserted and unwelcome little place? Didn't the eighth-floor fireplace keep you warm? "

Harry sneered, "I want a companion to go to Hogwarts with me." Under Snape's cold eyes, he was gradually speechless, the words were too ambiguous.

"Huh?" Snape snorted suspiciously, as if quietly watching how the little bastard fooled him.

"Hermione said that Malfoy and Pansy will discuss some serious matters in Hogsmeade," Harry frowned, and said bluntly, "I want to find a good time to use the bug."

"You said, you will help me." He prayed that the effect of the potion had not expired.

"What do you want me to do?" said Snape, as if his manner softened with Harry's anticipation.

Harry blinked incredulously, and suddenly he grinned like a child who's been given candy.

"Oh, I want you to accompany me, it's safer for us to go together." He said happily, and then remembered that Snape's sense of presence was too strong, and he would definitely be discovered before he got close to Malfoy.

So Harry frowned and looked at the old bastard, whose height was also a problem.

"But you need casual clothes," he pursed his lips, wondering how to make Snape shorter and less imposing.

Then a flash of light flashed across his mind, and he remembered the young Snape in the picture.

"Age Reducing Potion." He mentioned the potion in a trance, like a snowflake on the tip of his tongue, he didn't mean it.

But Snape seized on the word, "if only age-reducing potions." That was a much more acceptable request than Polyjuice Potion.

Snape was really thinking about it!Harry blinked in disbelief.

"But that's not enough, you will be recognized." His voice seemed to be stepping on the clouds in the sky, it was a conversation in a dream, and he was actually convincing Snape to use the age-reducing potion to go to Hogsmeade—— Just the two of them.

Isn't that kind of like a date? ——Of course, it can't be a date!

"What else do you want?" Snape asked softly, his voice seemed to be bewitching, breeding out the hesitation and delusion hidden deep in Harry's heart.

In a trance, the passage Hermione said to him appeared in Harry's mind. The boyfriend he had never met had red hair.

"Dye your hair red." He said subconsciously.

Then he woke up, what was he thinking about!He had to get up, "I should go."

"Harry." Snape said the name.

Harry looked at him in horror, and fled from the cellar as fast as he was chasing the Snitch.

After the sound of the door being slammed shut, for a moment Snape's mouth curled up as if extremely pleased.

Harry has more nostalgia for that time than he imagined, which proves that this is not a careless choice caused by restless hormones in his youth.

The next day, after Harry got up from the bed, he looked in the mirror and thought about what he had promised Snape today—he would come, drink the age-reducing potion, and—no, Snape would never Turns his own hair red.

So how was he supposed to recognize Snape?

Harry spit out the mint-flavored foam, wiped his mouth, scrubbed his face, and combed his hair awkwardly for a few minutes, using every detangling spell he could remember - nothing. Able to style his hair into a pleasing hairstyle.

He could only walk out of the bathroom with his curly and messy black hair that was acceptable.

Perhaps, he should change this school uniform - he lowered his head to look at his clothes, the more he looked at them, the more crumpled he felt.

"Harry, why are you still dawdling? Come on, today is Hogsmeade Week, if you don't leave, you will miss the assembly time!" Ron shattered Harry's fantasy of changing into a brand new dress .

Only then did Harry walk over slowly, straightening his hair again without giving up.

It wasn't until he walked out of the dormitory and joined the large army that was preparing to go to Hogsmeade to spend this rare day of freedom together that he felt absurd that he was too nervous.

That's Snape - and it's not really a date!If he really dressed carefully, he would be made fun of by that old bastard.Harry was lost in thought for a moment, then noticed Hermione approaching.

They walked out of the castle with Professor McGonagall, the team leader, and came to Hogsmeade Village. After that, they disbanded and started to move freely.

Ron said hello and walked away with Lavender.

Hermione looked at Harry, "Do you have any plans?"

Harry hesitated, he said nothing, and walked forward with Hermione, not knowing where Snape would be waiting for him - he didn't even know that he could recognize the old bastard in plain clothes.

"I found the list of books that Malfoy borrowed, and I copied it down. I'm going to go to the bookstore to try my luck first." Hermione said.

Just when they were about to reach the door of the post office, Hermione stopped, looking ahead in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked suspiciously at the place Hermione was looking at. There was no strange person there - and neither was Malfoy.There was only a tall boy in a black robe with his back facing them. He also had red hair, not too long.

Harry just glanced away and looked away at his friend.

"Isn't that your boyfriend?" Hermione blinked, she remembered the dress, it was exactly the same as the one she saw last term.

"Oh, I won't interrupt your date." She laughed, genuinely happy for her friend.

"Are you right?" Harry looked at Hermione in horror, and suddenly he didn't dare to move forward.

"Of course!" Hermione said, and she pushed Harry down, "Go ahead, I was really worried that you had a problem with him, but now it seems—take good care of it!" She encouraged her friend, she was really worried Harry's love affair has broken his heart. He has been talking about breaking up before. Fortunately, his boyfriend is not at school.

She could tell that Harry liked his boyfriend, otherwise he wouldn't have been depressed for so long last semester—it must be because of their separation, after all, long-distance relationships really test people's hearts!

"Or are you finally going to introduce him to me?" Hermione said jokingly, but Harry could hear her expecting it.

"Min!" Harry raised his heart. With a bitter face, he was slowly pushed towards the long-awaited boy.

Looking closer, he was half a head taller than him, nearly as tall as Snape.

His heart beat faster suddenly, as if he was about to experience an unprecedented test.

He let out a cry.

Then he saw the teenager with his back turned - and Harry was relieved, he recognized the face, exactly like the one in the photo!

"Long time no see." He squeezed out a smile, and then his whole body relaxed.

It was Snape.

Snape snorted softly, and held out his hand to Harry.

Harry grasped it belatedly, and then he was pulled down forcefully to the boy in front of him. Before he hit Snape, he stopped and looked back at Hermione, who had become alone .

"This is Hermione, my friend." He said to Snape in a muffled voice, and then he looked at Hermione, holding his breath, it was too late to make up a name - and Snape would certainly not accept it.

"He's Prince," he said, and the name ran across his tongue as well as his heart.

"Then I wish you all a good time." Hermione nodded, and she waved her hands to leave a blessing on her face, "I'll continue to go to the bookstore." She said and continued walking towards the bookstore.

Harry let out a breath, he looked at Snape beside him, his face turned from frightened to crimson, as if heat was steaming on his face.

"You really dyed your hair red." He didn't think Snape would do that.

"The savior's demands will always be met, isn't it?" Snape crossed his arms, his face showing the sarcasm Harry was familiar with, but because of his young face, the effect of his sarcasm was greatly reduced. .

"I..." Harry snorted, he paused for a few seconds, and then took the initiative to grab Snape's hand as if to hide his discomfort, "You're not bad like this."

It was as if they were really close lovers.

"Come on, I just saw Malfoy." He said, pulling Snape down the street towards a certain destination.

Snape stared at their handshake, despite his reason, this was the first time holding hands on the street in years.He squinted his eyes, and the years were like scattered dust, pulling him back to 20 years ago and a few months ago at the same time, the temperature at that time was slightly warmer than now, but they held each other, which melted the cold .

Gryffindors are more enthusiastic than winter's flames.

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Dating Laws of Hogsmeade Week

Harry: It's weird to see two men walking down the street holding hands.

Snape: Have you ever seen couples go shopping without holding hands?

Harry: Also for... love, lovers! (scared)