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"Take a nap if you're sleepy," Snape said to Harry, who was still rubbing his eyes.

He recalled the previous scene, Harry's head leaned lightly on the back of the sofa, his head was raised slightly, revealing his slender neck, his messy hair was pressed into a more curled shape, and it was even more gentle, as if attracting him Hands to ravage/ravage at will.The blanket he was wrapped in slipped off and covered his thighs, but exposed his collarbone. Under the swaying fire, the orange-yellow light kissed his skin, kissing his cheeks flushed.However, he couldn't touch it, even if it was close at hand.

If only his fingers could touch Harry, press lightly under his cheeks flushed by the fire from the fireplace - or not, like milk pudding as he imagined.

Maybe he could kiss his plump lips softly before he woke up, helping him moisturize his dry lips, robbing him of oxygen, making him short of breath.Harry would have to cling to his only support and pray to him, but the one he was praying to was unwavering and would take more, so much that he couldn't bear the crystal tears, his eyes red with torture.

Harry, his Harry, his screams, his messy and torn breath, even his peach-like ruddy skin soaked in lust, the hot sweat squeezed out like melting All the heat will come from his masterpiece.

Yet he envied even the flames of the hearth.

His dark, narrow mind was like moss on the roots of a tree that never sees the sun, and the goofy Gryffindor would never know what his "ghost friend" was thinking.

He should be practical - if Harry falls asleep, he can't put him on his shoulder or on his leg, but he can hold the book next to him and look up at his funny face when he's tired. His sleeping face must be very pleasant.

Harry could stay here as long as he wanted, and it would be best if he forgot when he was going back - no one would remind him.

"No, I'm not that tired." Harry shook his head. After he finished yawning, he wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, and stretched his body and limbs again.The open collar tilted according to his posture, over his shoulders, and was about to slip off when he noticed it and pulled it up casually. ——It's a pity that he discovered it too early.

Snape felt a little regretful, although the other person's thin body was nothing to look at, he also seemed to be developing slowly, not only thinking like a child, but even his body, maybe it smelled like milk.

"I haven't played Quidditch for a long time. I was suspended at the end of last term. That pink frog has done a lot of bad things!" Harry said indignantly.

"You like Quidditch very much." Snape was not surprised by this, Big Potter also loved the sport, or the number of people who didn't love it was pitiful enough to be classified as an outlier.

Snape, who was not a gregarious person himself, didn't mind adding a point to his outlier traits, but he hated everything Potter liked.A wise person should draw the line from the details.

"Well, of course!" Harry nodded, "I still want to bring my collection of Quidditch picture books here, and if we get bored in the Room of Requirement, we can go outside together... Unfortunately, I can't play with you Quidditch." He remembered that the ghost couldn't ride a broom, and he originally wanted to say take Prince to fly with him, but turned the corner of his mouth down and regretfully said another wish.

The way he pursed his lips unconsciously is also so cute.

It's not news that Porter loves to fly. Snape forced his eyes away from those plump lips.Although they can't play Quidditch, there are always other things to keep this energetic Gryffindor from being so bored that he wants to go out and fly around all day.

Quidditch couldn't take his Harry away.

Snape's cold face all year round could not reveal his thoughts, even without Occlumency, he was an excellent expression management expert.And now the state of pearly white made his gloomy look faded a lot, Harry naturally didn't notice his friend's thoughts at all.

"I heard you're getting a new professor," said Snape, calmly turning Harry's attention to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Well, Umbridge is going to stay at St. Mungo's forever." Harry nodded. "It's only the second week of term, and I don't know how long the new professor can stay."

He couldn't help complaining when he thought of the disaster-prone Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I heard that Snape has been applying to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It would be nice if he got his wish, so he wouldn't have to bother us with Potions!" Harry said sincerely, "I think you are the best. The one who is suitable to be a professor of Potions! Isn’t Hogwarts allowed to teach ghosts? You can definitely! Age should not be a problem! If you are still alive, you must be an adult!” He thought very well—he Although my friend is only in fifth grade, his level is much higher than Snape's!The only pity is that he died too early!

Had Prince been alive, Harry fantasized about that scene, suddenly his cheeks had smudged red - if Prince had been his Potions professor - perhaps Potions was his favorite subject !Much more interesting than flying lessons!

And if he stays in school after graduation, he can be with his friends every day, maybe he can help him, and complain about the students' homework with him.Walking to the auditorium together...they'll be together all the time.

But, if Prince is still alive, maybe he is very old, no, he should not be that old?

But anyway - Harry realized that his decision to stay in school after graduation instead of becoming an Auror had nothing to do with whether Prince was a ghost or not, he just wanted to be with his friends.

Snape sidestepped Harry's idea of ​​his "replacing" the Potions professor, as much as he loved potions, he really had no intention of teaching idiots who had no talent for potions.His time was not wasted on these savage apes - the acceptable category of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the professor of this subject is free to study Hogwarts' collection of books on the dark arts - this is the whole world. The UK has the largest and most complete collection of books on black magic, which is unmatched by many pure-blood families.And it was approved by the Ministry of Magic.

As for this point, he coincides with him in this time and space, but it seems that the person in the Slytherin cellar has not fulfilled his wish for many years.

"What are you thinking about again?" Snape let out a breath, he noticed Harry's distraction, he must be obsessed with something so that his expression was listless.

"Prince, how old are you now?" Harry had to be concerned, his friend will not be older than Dumbledore!The youngest ghost he knew before was Myrtle. She was of the same age as Voldemort, and even if she lived to this day, she was over 60!

"15...35." Snape added grudgingly, and he sank again, those dark thoughts haunting his mind, and if Harry couldn't take it, he—give him the Love Potion!

"But I'm really only 15 years old now!" He swallowed the last part of the sentence when he was 16 years old in four days. He didn't need to add 20 years old to himself. Well, he was 21 years old. The old man stayed in the cellar and had nothing to do with him !

Harry's eyes lit up, much better than he had imagined. Isn't 35 the golden age of a man?He can totally accept that Prince is 20 years older than him!The upward arc of Harry's mouth continued to widen, and his expression became much lighter.

"Whether you are 15 or 35, we are all friends, and I will be with you." Harry looked at Prince sincerely, and gave him a bright smile.

"I'm still 15!" Snape gritted his teeth, 36 is another one!He is not that old!

"Prince, what about your birthday?" Harry asked again, maybe he could still prepare a present.

"I've got your gift," Snape explained, understanding Harry's lingering words easily, with a puzzled look on his face. "It's the books. I need them."

"I didn't do anything, and Snape took them away - you brought the books back." Harry shook his head, "If you don't understand anything, you can tell me, although I'm not as smart as you I don’t know as much as you, but I’m pretty good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. I also have a friend who’s nicknamed Miss Know-It-All. Her name is Hermione. She’s amazing! She’s the smartest of our three friends! She solved the problem. Most of the problems we've had since first year - the other one is Ron, he's very reliable...I've been trying to introduce you to them, but you don't look like you want to meet anyone else." He hesitated his opinion.

Snape was noncommittal, he really didn't want more people to know his existence.

But—"You're right," Snape said slowly, "I did have a problem that I hadn't solved for two days." Maybe he needed an outsider to help him out.

Only by jumping out of this thinking can we see the whole picture, maybe this is the solution?

Harry fell silent, waiting for the problem that troubled Prince deeply.