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Harry didn't really want to take a bath, and his excitement after a hearty Quidditch practice game seemed to be over the top, and he rubbed the body wash on his arms and squeezed out countless drops. There were colorful bubbles, and he grabbed his wet hair twice with his hands. There was a sweet smell of strawberries in his nose. He wrinkled his nose, raised his hands covered in bath bubbles, turned on the shower head, and was about to turn on the shower. Wash off all the creamy bubbles.

And he's trying to ignore Prince, who's in the room with him - if only his friend didn't stay around to watch him shower - it's not pretty at all!

The sound of running water gave Harry a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. He scooped up a handful of water and poured it on his face, wiped his face with his hands, and rubbed vigorously as if it could cover up the redness on his face—the redness was due to the steaming water. There is also a hand rub, but it's not because of his friends - he can imagine this as their public bathroom.

Thinking of the public bathroom they used every day, and the Weasley twins who were always making fun of it, Harry felt that the shyness that bothered him disappeared, and soon he finished rinsing quickly, turned off the shower and shook it The head poured out the water in the ear.

Just when Harry crawled out of the bathtub covered in water, a large, dry and warm blanket fell from the sky and covered the top of his head and most of the spring light, revealing two slender legs with pitifully sparse hair , looks immature, smooth and fair, as tender as milk pudding.

"Wipe it off," Snape said dryly, adding to hide the look in his eyes that seemed to be glued to the goofy, unaware Gryffindor, "unless you want to go to the infirmary for a warming cold." potion, and maybe you'll get a day trip to St. Mungo's to see your former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Harry took the fabric from the top of his head and wiped the water droplets on his hair with his hands. He grabbed the blanket that fell down. The wool fleece on it was particularly good at absorbing water, and it would soon be rolling on his chest, abdomen and thighs. All the drops of water were swallowed greedily, and the blanket that had absorbed the water gained a lot of weight and fell down in a hurry.Harry changed his position and unfolded the blanket and wrapped it around his body, so that he couldn't fall down for a while.

Snape's jaw twitched involuntarily at the sight that was revealed for a split second, his eyes fixed on Harry for a split second.

"Prince, it's not as cold as you think. There's a fireplace in the house, and I just took a shower, and the water was so hot that it burned my skin red." Harry said, grabbing the dry part of the blanket in a hurry Wipe his arms and his calves clean, and under his rude and undisguised movements, he revealed a lot of scenery. Against the backdrop of the wine-red blanket, his snow-white skin seemed to emit a halo of beauty. —Of course, this is different from the ghost's colder luster.

Snape's gaze rested on Harry's flushed cheeks, the moisture of the water vapor made him feel extra delicious as if he had been soaked in honey water, like a ripe peach that would overflow with juice when swallowed.

Sweet to the heart, addictive to eat.

But when he saw the little bastard picking up the sweaty clothes he had taken off before and was about to put them back on, he couldn't help but float in front of Harry, "Don't move, you go and stay in front of the fireplace, wait for me for 5 minutes, I'll You are looking for clothes."

He pointed to the sofa in front of the fireplace, and then he got into the floor and disappeared into the Room of Requirement.

Harry's eyes widened. He looked at the clothes he was holding in his hands. After the sweat stains cooled down, there was a salty smell. Harry didn't feel anything at first, but after Prince spoke, he began to think wildly——Prince Do you think he's too sloppy?

Thinking of this, Harry threw away his Quidditch uniform, threw these unwashed clothes into the laundry basket and disappeared, and the hardworking house elves would wash them full of the Hogwarts lemon scent.

Harry tightened the blanket that was wrapped around him. He sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace. The blanket that had soaked up the water was still chilly, but it was warm after a while. His eyelids couldn't stop fighting up and down. A drowsiness came over me.

"Falling asleep so soon?" Snape's voice-changing, childless voice echoed above Harry's head. "You'll catch a cold sleeping here, unless you really want a cold potion."

"Hmm." Harry snorted. He broke free from the entanglement of sleepiness, raised his head and narrowed his eyes habitually without his glasses, staring at the pearly white translucent figure in front of him.

"Prince," he yawned, "you're back."

"Here, your clothes." Snape handed Harry an unworn black cotton pajama set that he found in Snape's closet.

"The size is not suitable, you need to use the Transfiguration Charm." He reminded.

Harry unfolded the suit, it was indeed very inappropriate, it was a few sizes bigger than him, it looked like the clothes of an adult male, it had a cold smell of bitter herbs and a faint scent of pine. ——It smells really nice when you smell it carefully.

"Where did you get that?" Harry asked.

"It was given to you by someone I know." Snape said vaguely, he didn't think he would want a Potter's clothes in this time and space, and he didn't want Harry's clothes either. Taken by others but himself.

"You can touch things again?" Harry clutched at his clothes, suddenly aware of it, and looked up at Snape with a deep look in his eyes that he hadn't expected, those emerald green eyes. Without the barrier of the lens, the eyes are as bright as a crystal lake under the moonlight.

"I can't touch you." Snape brutally tore Harry's hopes apart, and he met those eyes. "I said I can only touch certain things."

"And I'm not in it." Harry went on to complete this sentence. He let out a foul breath and looked at the brand-new black cotton home clothes that were ironed in his hands without even a single wrinkle. Stay with you, maybe one day I can still hold your hand," he paused, "I want to take you to see the stars, and I want to take you to play Quidditch with me." He showed Snape A bright without haze smile.

It is so warm that one forgets all the thorns and obstacles in front of him.

"There will be a day." Snape whispered, he thought about the current research, there are many questions, but the old man in the cellar in front of the cauldron will not help him answer - everything can only be solved on his own.

Harry didn't pay attention to Snape's promise, he just took it as comfort.

All his attention was turned to the clothes in his hands. After casting a shrinking spell on the clothes with his wand, he first put on the trousers, then the jacket, and buttoned them from bottom to top—there were too many buttons , he gave up buttoning them all up to his chest.

However, the clothes were still too big, so he could only roll up the trousers and the sleeves.

"It must have belonged to a tall man," said Harry, curious as to where Prince got the clothes, but he knew that Prince would only tell him what he wanted to tell him, and what he wouldn't. Said—could he still force his friend?

"Looks okay." Snape sized Harry up, forcing his eyes away from the open white skin, he didn't see any pink.

The Ghost felt nothing anyway, he had no shortness of breath, no rush of blood.

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