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After eating Lemon Sherbet, Dumbledore took another sip of the lemon tea with seven sugar cubes in it.

"After thinking about it, it's not so serious. After all, there is only one wizarding school in the UK, so if you don't get in touch with foreign wizards, it is inevitable that the professor's marriage partner is either an alumni or a student." Dumbledore said, he He looked at Harry, whose eyes were bursting with joy, and Snape, who was still expressionless as if the topic had nothing to do with him.

"But considering that there are still so many students in the school, from now on, Mr. Potter, you can't meet Professor Snape, and I don't want to hear rumors about you on campus or in some other lace magazines. ’ he continued, looking serious, like it was an order.

"But Professor Snape is my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..." Harry retorted.

"Not from now on, I will find someone else to take the advanced defense against the dark arts class in the sixth grade." Dumbledore gave a solution, and he looked at Snape, "Severus, do you have any objections?" ?”

Snape stared at the headmaster, his voice was indifferent like the last drop of water that couldn't fall from the faucet, suppressed on the cold spout, but finally fell, hit and broke with a sound.

"No."

Harry looked from Snape to Dumbledore, but the Headmaster only gave him a perfunctory reassuring look.

"I..." He still wanted to fight, he didn't want to be separated from Snape.

"Okay, it's late now, it's time to go back. Especially you, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore got up, "I will send you back myself."

So Harry could only watch Snape walk towards the fireplace without even getting a glance back.

He was thus separated from Snape.

Harry sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with this face. He was the only one who knew that their professor had changed.And Headmaster Dumbledore really kept his word, and he hadn't seen Snape after that.

'Severus, who do you think Dumbledore will ask to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts instead of you? ' at the end where Harry poked boredly at the end of the Concentric Knot while waiting for the bell to ring.

Snape, who was finally forced to get less than two hours of vacation, was about to open a black magic book to find the solution to the Horcrux, but was interrupted by this little bastard who was chattering in his mind all day.

'Attention to class, Potter. ' said Snape, 'Dumbledore knew the Dark Arts very well himself, and he was spare. '

He still gave an answer.

Harry looked up and found that it was really Dumbledore who entered the classroom. He was wearing a bright blue robe today, and his long beard was parted in the middle and tied up like two braids, with some little stars on it. Childlike.

"Long time no see, kids." Dumbledore raised his hand to the sixth graders who were starting to get agitated, "Due to some personal reasons, Professor Snape will no longer teach the sixth grade Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so from today From now on, I will be the substitute for everyone.”

"It's Dumbledore!" Someone suddenly called out.

There was a chatter, and Harry even heard an exaggerated, relieved voice, "It's great that it wasn't Snape."

This made Harry feel uncomfortable, and he forced himself not to look for the source of the sound - after all, he must have been so grateful before he got involved with Snape, and even prayed that Snape would be kicked out of Hogwarts.

Maybe he felt that Snape's teaching was not bad because of his habit of self-torture, obviously this guy is still targeting him in class.

'It's really Dumbledore, do you think he'll be there forever - I mean next term? ' Harry poked Snape again.

Snape put down the book in his hand, he took a deep breath, and suppressed the thought of spraying the other side to actively break the concentric knot curse.

'What gave you the illusion that Dumbledore was very talkative? '

'Is not it? ' asked Harry dryly.

'Dumbledore is always right - I think you will be familiar with this sentence. ' Snape snorted.

Harry was silent. He looked at the old headmaster who was starting to explain the new lesson on the podium, and pursed his lips depressedly.

He lowered his head and opened the textbook resignedly.

'But I miss you, Severus.I want to see you, I want to talk to you face to face, even if you mock me - I miss it. ' His voice was low, like a chick flying alone in a storm.

'10 points from Gryffindor, you should pay attention and not harass your ex-professor. ' said Snape, and unilaterally cut the spell.

Rubbing the pages of the book with his fingers, he could naturally guess Dumbledore's plan, just as Dumbledore himself said that night, he would definitely not allow something extraordinary to happen under his nose.

So this is the principal's test - nothing can stand the torment of time, even the strongest feelings will wither if they are not watered for a long time.

However, this kind of thing he realized 20 years ago.Little Malfoy happened to do a good thing, too.

At least now he has nothing to worry about.

After class, Harry stuffed the textbooks into his schoolbag with a blank expression. The principal's homework load was not as much as Snape's. No one disliked the principal's teaching in person. This was enough for them to brag about for a long time. special case.

"What's going on, why did you suddenly change the professor?" Hermione was puzzled.

"Could it be that Snape gave something away and the Headmaster fired him?" Ron said whimsically.

"Nothing!" Harry raised his head, his tone suddenly abrupt.

Ron was taken aback, he looked at his friend, "Could it be that you are addicted to fighting Snape, that's why you speak for Snape?" He guessed wildly.

"There are no rumors that Snape doesn't teach other grades, and Dumbledore also said that he only teaches the sixth grade." Harry gave the reason.

"That's what I'm thinking too, under what circumstances would Dumbledore only personally substitute for one class?" Hermione pondered, "If something bad happened to Professor Snape personally, then the headmaster should let him Suspended, but he didn't." After thinking about it, she couldn't find a reason.

"Could it be—" she mouthed out the Order of the Phoenix, "and this conflicts with teaching time, so the headmaster made such an arrangement?" Reasonable reasons can be found.

Harry didn't make a sound, he picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the door first, "The headmaster must have his reasons." He said this magic formula with a cold face.

No one likes someone who ruins their relationship, not even Dumbledore.

After finishing his homework at night, Harry really couldn't fall asleep. He lifted the quilt and went to the huge window. The bright moonlight passed through the open window and the night wind blowing gently sprinkled on his face.Harry sat on the ground with his knees hugged. He looked at the moon and the twinkling stars in the sky. The night was so peaceful that his heart was restless.

His roommates are all asleep, and he is the only one sitting here enjoying the cold wind blowing on his forehead.

'Severus. Harry poked the other end again, he was in the tower and Snape was in the cellar, which was literally the farthest distance in the world.

After about a minute, Harry heard the familiar low voice in his head, like a fire in a fireplace beating against his heart.

'Potter, I never knew you were closely related to owls. ' Snape sneered coldly.

Harry smiled, stretching his arms.

'I want to talk to you,' he said, and after a pause for a few seconds, in a voice full of longing and love, he began, 'I miss you. '

He looked down, 'I want to kiss you. '

'I want to see you. '

'I think you can't sleep thinking about it. '

'May I wear an invisibility cloak to find you? '...he made a lot of confessions.

'no. ' Snape resolutely refused, and then a long silence drifted away, like a dead weight on Harry's heart.

'why not?As long as I'm careful no one will find out! 'Harry's rebellious psychology surged like fuel on the fire, and he could doubt everything if he didn't control it a little bit.

'Enough, Potter, stop your waywardness. ' Snape closed his eyes, 'you should go to sleep instead of harassing your professor at night. '

Harry got up sullenly and walked to the bed. He pulled back the covers, and the warmth of the bed carried his weight.

But he didn't want to listen to Snape, he wanted to fight Snape - he wanted to hear Severus's voice, even if it was a gasp.

So Harry was blushing, he was a little bit shy, he was thinking of his professor, he wanted Snape and he was thinking of him too.

Even if they don't see each other at all.

'Harry Potter! 'Snape put down the book in his hand, he couldn't bear to shout out the name of the other party in his mind, but he couldn't stop the rising voice, sweet and sweaty, like melting ice cream, continuously His heart tickled lightly.

He clenched his hands enduringly, but he didn't take the initiative to cut off the connection.

'Severus. gasped Harry, his voice as pleasant as a succubus whispering in Snape's ear.

'Shut up! ' There was a mellow hoarseness in the deep voice.

The darkness in those black eyes was accumulating, and he listened to the voice in his head, describing Harry's sweat-rolled skin, his crimson cheeks, his sweat-soaked brow. hair.

His throat seemed to be burning, so he poured himself a glass of ice water, then picked up the book again and started reading with the background sound to pass the long night.

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Harry: I don't want to sleep and neither do you.

Snape: childish (continuing to read while thinking about the number of days and arrangements until the Christmas holidays)