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Why did this group of Slytherins like to go to Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse to discuss things? Don't they know that it is a popular place for couples to date?Harry stopped in front of this beautiful teahouse depressedly. A few fat angels the size of palms were flying on the top of the glass door, randomly scattering pink petals towards the people who entered the door from time to time, and there was a sweet smell in the air. The smell of it—makes his nose so uncomfortable that he wants to sneeze.

"Are you trying to stand here and become a statue in everyone's eyes?" Snape's voice was crisp and clear from his youth due to the effect of the age reducing agent, not as low as he was familiar with.But it still sounds great—like a cello for a violin.

"Of course not." Harry puffed his face. He turned his head to look at Snape, his eyes fixed on his fiery red hair for a few seconds before he pushed the door open.

He really was a Gryffindor who never lacked in courage - he took Snape to Lady Puddiffe's teahouse!There are only two of them!

As soon as you enter the door, except for the petals sprinkled by those blind fat angels, the inside of the teahouse is like soaking in a sea of ​​pink bubbles. There are blinding pairs everywhere, and you have never seen a single one. And three people walking together, and looking at the past, it was almost a combination of men and women, and occasionally two girls sat together.

The odd atmosphere made Harry retreat as quickly as the tide ebbed - the only thing he was relieved was that no one noticed them.These people are all immersed in their own two-person world!

Harry looked around and found Malfoy and Parkinson. They were sitting in the booth inside. With the green plants and the fence separating them, it was almost a natural enclosed space.

"Let's sit down, too." He looked around and found a booth where he could see Malfoy, but not too close—he didn't want to be found with Snape, even though the old bastard was taking The age-reducing agent was used to dye the hair red, but the risk of being recognized still exists.

Harry pulled Snape to sit down, he picked up the menu on the table without looking at it, his eyes were fixed on the direction of Malfoy's table - unfortunately he didn't have time to use the bug.

"Two cups of Earl Gray tea, plus a strawberry cream cake." Snape skillfully rang the bell on the table and ordered.

Harry looked at Snape in amazement, the old bastard actually knew the signature dim sum at Mrs. Puddiffe's Tea House!

"Have you ever been here?" He really didn't think Snape would come to this kind of place.

But now he is facing Snape who has used age reducing agent, his hair is not as greasy and dark as before, hanging down his cheeks meticulously, he probably stroked his hair with his hands, so those smooth red hair His hair is pulled back, which gives a sense of wild aggression.In addition, he buttoned the button to the neck meticulously, adding an air of abstinence.

Insanely sexy.

He shut up.It wouldn't be surprising if Snape showed up at Lady Puddiffe's Teahouse in this form.

Then the person who appeared with him... Harry stopped thinking, and at this moment, two steaming cups of Earl Gray tea with a strong lemon scent and a plate of strawberry cream cake appeared on the table, even in winter, The strawberries on top are also rich in ingredients, which looks reminiscent of the unique sweet and sour taste of strawberries.

The steam from the black tea was so steaming that his glasses were fogged up, and he had to take them off and wipe them with the handkerchief on the table.

Just then Snape picked up a fork and forked a small piece of strawberry with cream and handed it over.

Harry stared at the strawberry handed to him, "Why do you..."

"Malfoy looked over, or do you mean to tell him plainly that you're here to spy on him?" Snape said slowly, not looking at all as cold as he would be about feeding the cake.

"Oh." Harry pursed his lips. He lowered his head and ate the bright red strawberry. He accidentally rubbed the cream to the corner of his mouth, so he had to wipe the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and licked it with his red tongue. The whole movement was pure and pure. rash.

"Pretty good," said Harry, licking his creamy thumb, then squinting at the fork in Snape's hand, which he reached out and snatched away.

He learnedly picked up a piece of cake with whipped cream and diced strawberries and stretched it towards Snape.

"Want to try it?" He laughed, with mischievous banter.

Snape stared at the bright emerald eyes that looked straight at him when he took off his glasses, he suddenly lowered his head obediently, and bit the cake off the fork.

He wiped the cream on the corner of his mouth, his narrowed black eyes were full of familiar pickiness, "It's too sweet."

"Ah." Harry blushed instantly.

Only then did he realize that Snape was sitting across from him!He immediately calmed down and put on his glasses.

Now he wasn't thinking about the fact that they shared a fork, he looked in Malfoy's direction and found that he was chatting with Parkinson with his head down, and it seemed that the risk of being exposed to stalking had been ruled out.

But even if he was sitting here, he couldn't hear what they were talking about!

Sighing, Harry picked up the black tea in front of him and took a sip gloomily.

"Is there anything you can do?" He looked across at Snape.

"Let me remind you, this is your business. I will not participate in the conflict between you." Snape said coldly, he picked up the bone china cup that matched Harry's hand, and drank the black tea in the cup gracefully .

Harry racked his brains, he even took out the bug that he had kept in his pocket for a long time, and at this moment Snape picked up the cake and handed it over.

"I can do it myself." He stared at the cake in front of him, but the one opposite him was Snape—forced by force, he had to lower his head and bite the sweetness offered.

I have to say that the strawberry cake at Madame Puddiffe Tea House is as delicious as the rumors say.

Soon, the cake was gradually eaten here and there. Even in winter, Harry really tasted the unique fragrance of strawberries paired with sweet cream, which was extraordinarily rich and sweet.

And the earl gray tea with the perfumed lemon is also quite greasy, drinking it will leave a lingering fragrance, under this warm liquid, it makes people forget the cold outside and the other people in the teahouse.

It was as if only he and the person sitting across from him were left in the whole world—damn, he wasn't here for a date!

Harry stood up, he saw Parkinson trying to get up.

"Let's go." With a tense face, he grabbed the bug on the table.

This time he couldn't waste any more time.

Snape stood up, admiring the seriousness on Harry's face, and then glanced in the direction of Draco and Pansy as if casually.

He pays the bill, walks beside the daredevil, grabs his arm, holds him back before the careless little bastard slams into the glass door, and walks out under the fat angel's flowery farewell teahouse.

He reached out and brushed the petals off Harry's shoulders.

"Now is a good time." He lowered his head and whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry snapped back to the bug he was holding, but what should he do?He blinked and looked at the thin, transparent, membrane-like listening device in his hand.

He quickly grabbed Snape's arm and pushed him towards the bushes around the corner. Under the shade of the trees, he stared in the direction of the teahouse door.

He cast the sticky spell on the bug in his hand in advance, and now is the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time.

Malfoy and Parkinson came out, and then a gust of wind blew through Parkinson's hair.And Malfoy next to her didn't even bother to fake the basic gentleman's etiquette, he just watched Parkinson frantically covering her head with his hands to protect her hard-won new hairstyle.

"Okay, isn't it just the hair? No matter how messy it is, it's not as messy as Potter." Malfoy curled his lips. In his opinion, these are insignificant things.

"I was really blind before." Parkinson sneered, she looked at Malfoy, during this time she really saw through the true face of this spoiled young master.

"You really hurt people like this. If you don't understand women, you will pay the price one day. I look forward to the moment when you capsize." Parkinson said, she took out a silk scarf and tied her hair up. broke up with him.

"Oh, woman." Malfoy looked indifferent, he frowned, and walked in the direction of the Pig's Head Bar.

Apparently he didn't notice the transparent sheet stuck to his coat in the sudden gust of wind.

Harry took off the bug that had been plugged into his ear, and he frowned. The words just now had no useful information at all.

But he felt there was something to Parkinson's words—maybe it was just an illusion.

He gave up thinking and took Snape's arm naturally, "Let's go."

Snape raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up at Harry's action.

"If they've already conspired, how do you know Malfoy is going to be the planner?" He could tell Malfoy was heading for Hogsmeade's main street, which meant he could go anywhere.

"The bug is on him, we can only follow him." Harry said, he was reminded by Snape, but it was too late to think about Parkinson now.

"Let's just hope we're not with the wrong guy." He shrugged, with a look of relief that was nothing like the days when he and Snape were fighting each other in the dungeon.

Perhaps the disguise of appearance can really confuse people's eyes and emotions.

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Snape was expressionless: I'm curious, since you know you have a boyfriend, you should have guessed that you did what many couples do.

Harry: What, what?

Snape continued to poker: for example, over tea at Mrs. Puddiffe's Tea House, a date spot.

Harry's face flushed: two, what afternoon tea are two men having!