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The Christmas holiday was over soon, and Harry boarded the express train back to Hogwarts.

The day after Snape left, Sirius took him to the Burrow for a temporary stay. During the period, he also ate Bill and Fleur's dog food. He also heard that their wedding was scheduled for summer vacation. The onlookers watched how Molly taught Fleur how to make traditional British dishes, and secretly learned some French dishes.

Until the day he returned to school, he failed to send a letter to Snape. Harry scratched his hair irritatedly. The old bastard might have put him on the blacklist of refusal to communicate with him. He must be worried about it. .

He'd hurt Severus, he'd always wanted to save his life, but he'd trampled his rare zealous heart underfoot.

Harry took out a finger-sized metal cube from his pocket, and suddenly the carriage door opened, he hurriedly stuffed the thing in his hand back into his pocket, picked up the textbook and pretended to be previewing.

It was Ron and Hermione who came in, and it seemed that they ran into each other halfway.

"How was your vacation?" Harry looked at Hermione with a smile, suppressing the melancholy in his heart.

After chatting for a few days, they started chatting about the arrangements after school started, and how to solve Malfoy's troubled mind.

"Isn't he really interested in you?" Ron muttered to the side, he grabbed the popcorn that Hermione brought and stuffed it into his mouth, talking deliciously, while stuffing his cheeks like It is a chipmunk that hoards food in winter.

"You think he'd say Mudblood to someone he likes?" Hermione put down her book and snorted coldly. Obviously, she was completely annoyed by the problem that had been bugging her before this holiday, even if there was a Christmas in between. During the holiday, her anger still spread to the present.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up involuntarily, as if a tail was wagging behind him.

Look, this is called the report of the present world. How could a person like Malfoy think that the evil he did back then would lead to the current result?

But Harry can only be happy about such small things for a while, when they go back to Hogwarts, sit on the Gryffindor long table, look up at Snape covered by the dark clouds, Harry's heart It sank.

"Severus." Harry mentally knocked on the opposite door, and the moment he was connected, he suddenly felt sore eyes.

The good news is the old bastard didn't cut the bond between them.

But he didn't get an answer, he didn't even get a look, Snape turned to talk to Dumbledore, and then chatted with McGonagall sitting beside him.

"I was wrong." Harry kept staring at Snape, his voice was pathetic like an abandoned animal, and his expression was similar to that of a listless canine with a drooping tail.

"Potter, anyone can say a light apology, but you are so perfunctory that you even want to omit your opening." Snape's cold voice sounded in Harry's mind.

"I prepared a present for you, tomorrow is your birthday." Harry seemed to be lit up, his voice became excited, cheerful and excited, making Snape, who was talking to McGonagall, pause I missed a few words.

"So you just change the subject?" Snape snorted coldly, "Potter, since you only want to be the real savior, then I'll wait and see."

"Severus," Harry said nasally, almost coquettishly, and he thought it was too much, so he coughed to get back his richness.

"I don't want to be the savior." His voice lowered, his voice was full of stubbornness in his seriousness, and the clear and clear voice unique to teenagers echoed in the connection between them.

Snape laughed back.

"I mean it, I don't want to die," Harry said distressedly. "The prophecy doesn't say that the Dark Lord and I must die at the same time, although I do have the Dark Lord's soul on my forehead-but I want to die." There will always be a solution."

"Your solution is to speed up the destruction of Horcruxes, including yourself?" Snape almost laughed at Harry's thought.

"Maybe until the last moment a solution will emerge?" Harry continued with expectation in his voice, "We can't stop here forever, it won't do us any good to drag on. And now there is A great opportunity."

"It's about the Order of the Phoenix, not including you and me." Snape corrected, "If your so-called opportunity is really as good as you think, why didn't Dumbledore take it? Or are you too arrogant to take it?" Pointing to the great Dumbledore?" His taunting skills made Harry's face full of irritation.

"But as long as the Dark Lord exists, we won't be truly safe." Harry suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and he calmly stuck to his words, "My actions were indeed reckless, and I'm sorry for hurting you." He knew he couldn't convince Severus.

"You already have Dumbledore, and you don't need the support of an abandoned old professor anymore." Snape was extremely indifferent, unmoved at all.

Harry sighed, looking at Snape, meeting the gaze staring at him.

"But I just need you," he said, "I want to go down with you."

He still wanted to tell his professor that he didn't want to lose him.

"Lie." Snape snorted.

Harry shrugged, "I'll send you the gift when I get back, and I suggest you put it on the bedside cabinet."

"I think about you every day, Professor." He said, and he planned to say many, many thoughts to bore his professor to death.But time didn't wait for him. After dinner, everyone stood up and lined up to go to the dormitory.

Harry had to follow. He left and turned to the owl house on the way. After finding Hedwig, he stroked its soft feathers. After hugging his good girl, he took out the small metal cube in his pocket.

"Bring it to Severus for me, please." He hurriedly took out the envelope and wrote a paragraph, writing his thoughts and apologies on the letter paper, and then tied the small square with a string and tied it with a bow. Hedwig's lap made her hold the letter firmly again and let her go out.

Dumbledore just asked them not to meet, and he didn't say that they couldn't send letters and gifts, so he didn't violate the principal's rules.

After doing this, Harry went back to Gryffindor Tower.

Snape in the cellar soon ushered in an unexpected guest - a snowy snowy owl.

The little bastard was quick at sending gifts, and even learned to send them the night before, and he really couldn't wait to repair the relationship.

Snape held the envelope, opened it expressionlessly, looked at the crooked handwriting on it, and with a flick of his mouth, he stuffed the letter back into the envelope and put it in the drawer of his desk.

He dismissed the snowy owl, who was as unintelligent as her master, and looked at the black metal cube in his hand, thinking about the little bastard's words.And forget about it - he shouldn't be wasting any more time on that unrepentant little bastard.

He doesn't deserve to be cherished, even he himself won't cherish his life.

But Snape still put the small cube on the bedside cabinet as Harry said.

In the morning, Snape, whose biological routine was extremely regular, moved his closed eyes, and just as he was about to wake up, he suddenly felt the breath on his neck.

"Morning, Severus." The voice sounded like some little bastard in love.

Snape opened his eyes, and then squirted angrily at the other end of the Unifying Heart Curse.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry, who was still dreaming on the bed in the Gryffindor Tower dormitory, was almost scared off the bed by the sudden roar in his head.

He opened his eyes and rubbed them sleepily.

"Severus, you woke up so early." He yawned and smacked his lips, and then wanted to roll back into sleepy arms.

"Is this the only thing you're thinking about?" Snape stared bitterly at the translucent little bastard in front of Harry, who was lying on his bed, or All over the body.

"Oh," Harry was pulled back half-attracted by the sleepy god, and it took him a long time to realize that Snape was talking about the alarm clock he made.

"Materials are limited, I don't know how to knit magic, and Sirius forbids me to go to Diagon Alley. So I can only make some small things." Harry said pitifully, "Dumbledore forbids us to meet, but With this, it will wake you up, and you can still see me every day, how nice it is!" As he spoke, Harry became excited, he yawned and closed his eyes before continuing to catch up on sleep.

Snape stared at the disappearing projection in front of him. He picked up the small cube and checked the magic on it.

If the little bastard was able to put his mind where it should be—he pinched his sore brow, thinking he was going to have a headache if he let Potter go any further.

The stable campus time is actually not really peaceful, and most of the students are unaware of the turbulent undercurrent under the illusion, but some politically sensitive people have already noticed that the atmosphere outside the campus is gradually infecting the castle.

This is like the notorious Black Death. There is no intact country under Europe, and nothing can stop the plague from coming.

"The situation has gotten worse recently." Hermione put down the Daily Prophet in her hand. The headline was that Death Eaters burned down a wizard's house. Fortunately, the victim's family was on vacation abroad and hadn't returned yet. Unfortunately, that street was destroyed. It's time.

Harry took the paper, and it happened every day - he knew it was because the Horcruxes had been destroyed, and the Dark Lord must have been aware of it.

So he had to move faster—to destroy the Death Eaters in one blow, he had to drive them mad and then crush them in one blow at the height of madness.

There was only one chance, and it was about to come before them, so it was time for him to meet Dumbledore.

"Severus." Harry rang the opposite side of the Unifying Heart Charm again, wanting to tell Snape his intentions anyway.

"Potter, if you're self-aware, you shouldn't abuse this magic." Snape said coldly, "This is not your toy."

"I think it's time, I'm going to Dumbledore," said Harry.

Snape snorted coldly, "Saint Potter wants to save the world, he doesn't need to inform his old professor who was left aside."

"Severus," Harry said the name that occupied his heart, "I can always listen to you from now on."

"Potter." Snape recited the surname with deep hatred, as if he wanted to bite it into pieces.

"So I'm going." Harry was already walking towards the eighth floor. "We will definitely talk about you, please be prepared." He had already foreseen the face of the headmaster, and whether it would be under his control afterwards.

He knew it was impossible for Severus to really leave him behind.

He was indeed a bad student, the one who gave his professor the most headaches.

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I was eager to finish, so I wrote it in a bit of a hurry. In fact, in my heart, this article is over, and the last part of the plot is missing. It feels better to fix it.

Snape's face was expressionless: Gryffindor deducted 50 points and acted willfully.

Harry said sourly: Only Dumbledore can control you.