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Snape's fingers moved first, then he opened his black eyes, leaned on the back of the sofa behind him and pinched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably, without making any sound during the whole process.

Maybe he's used to it - making noise doesn't help, and sometimes makes it worse.That's all a sign of a powerless person who can't control his ego.

"I just said you're fine, aren't you awake now?" Snape floated in from the door, and snorted when he saw the other party.

"Potter isn't here, so he ran away." Snape opened his eyes and looked around his office through the translucent teenager in front of him. There was no sign of Potter and this young man Through the door—the answer is obvious.

"Skipping class, deducting 20 points from Gryffindor, attacking the professor, deducting 20 points from Gryffindor, absconding..." Snape deducted points expressionlessly.

"Wait, didn't I come to see you?" Snape interjected, interrupting Snape's deduction.

"Can you replace Potter? Don't say you are Polyjuice Potion - Polyjuice Potion can't change a ghost!" Snape angrily glared fiercely at the young man who had become Potter's underpants " He"—no, such a traitor, how could it be him?

Snape nodded. "He's mine, not yet, but not for long."

"By the way, I would also like to thank you. Stupid Potter finally came to his senses, thanks to you." Snape raised the corners of his mouth, and he approached and patted the older man's sallow yellow skin, which was colder than a ghost cheek.

"Stay away from him in the future, it makes me very unhappy that you meet him." He frowned.

Snape sneered, with familiar sarcasm, "Potter won't be the only boyfriend - you won't be around for long, don't forget where you belong."

"If you die, can't I stay?" Snape said coolly, and said the plan B that had been in his heart since the beginning, killing himself in this time and space, then after removing a soul, wouldn't he be able to Materialized in this era?

"You can't do it," said Snape, looking at his self-important and naive self before him, wondering if he had been like this before, thinking he could control everything, and arrogantly thinking that the future would turn out the way he wanted it to— — His plans for the future are flawless, no surprises.

But fate always plays tricks on the world, and he has never grasped his destiny, nor can he see its direction.He can only force himself to go on the established track even if he doesn't want it.

This is his life, gray and hopeless.

Snape pulled the expression off his face, and he returned to his expressionless face, "You're right, but we're not the same after all." As he said that, he wanted to turn and look for Harry.

"Have you tried to talk to Potter about the black magic you studied?" Snape stood up on the floor, he interrupted the young man's own departure, "Not yet." He raised the corner of his mouth.

Snape turned his head unhappily, "I won't be fooled." His voice was like a rattlesnake wagging its tail in displeasure, rustling.

"Don't you mind? Of course, you will mind Potter's opinion. The self-proclaimed bright Gryffindors hate the dark arts the most - do you think Potter will accept you like this?" Snape was hypocritical With a smirk, he walked around this ghost who cared about the slightest provocation, and walked towards his potion making room, "Think about the real you—the only person Potter hates the most."

Snape stared hatefully at the back of the old man who provoked the thorn in his heart, and he floated out the door with this breath - and then bumped into the furtive standing in the doorway, hesitating to go in. Harry.

"Oh, Prince! You came out, Snape, are you okay, Professor?" Harry was surprised, then surprised, he took Snape's hand and asked about the scene inside the door impatiently, "I'd better go in and take a look Go." He should have gone in, and he should have informed Madam Pomfrey.

"No, and don't notify Madam Pomfrey either. Professor Snape deducted 40 points from Gryffindor. He needs a boxing target right now. I don't think smart people will rush in at this time." Snape Stopped Harry, and it was rare to show kindness—after he was so angry in this era that he was about to vomit blood—Madam Pomfrey was one of the people he least wanted to see when he was a student, and this was also true for the older him. The same is true.

"But..." Harry glanced back at the darkened door and the metal snake above it that was slowly slithering up to the handle.

Snape reached out and pushed Harry's head back, heading towards the cellar, "It'll be fine, your professor is in good health."

"He's not my professor—well, he's my professor," Harry retorted and corrected, but it was still wrong.He exhaled angrily, and held the cold but no longer foggy translucent hands that glowed with pearly white luster.

"Prince, I can touch you again." He grinned, showing a bright smile.

Before long, you will touch more.

The corners of Snape's mouth couldn't help but smug.

He took Harry through the secret passage that only they knew, up to the eighth floor, and into their room.

"Today's Occlumency class is over in a hurry, but I think I can teach you." Snape pulled Harry to his workbench, where a book was spread out - it was he who had been in the past few days The study one.

"But you won't either. So you mean we'll learn together?" Harry smiled and let go of his hand, and he turned to look down at the open book, which happened to have a circle of runes drawn on it. tattooed on a piece of human skin.The smile faded from Harry's face.

It was a book from the Forbidden Section—the Forbidden Section was full of books on black magic, but—but he didn't think what Prince wanted to study was evil.

"Prince, if yesterday's question - and I mean if - it actually required someone to be sacrificed, are you going to sacrifice someone?" Harry looked over at Snape, looking over his shoulder. His ghostly friend, if one ignores the seemingly gentle pearly-white halo, is always expressionless, with hair so long that it covers his cheeks and sometimes his eyes, making him look like a ghost. Look gloomy.

But now he was glowing with soft white light all over his body, and he was the ghost of Hogwarts again-he really couldn't do anything to harm the students.

But not being able to do it is not the same as having a plan.

Snape moved his jaw, remembering that old man had told him firmly that Harry would not accept him to study the Dark Arts - he was full of exasperation at being told and a hope that was so meager that it hurt him.

"No, I won't sacrifice someone, but maybe a magical creature." Snape was expressionless. "The Forbidden Forest has so many resources that I don't even bother to find a student."

Harry was not sure whether his words were true or not, and the seeds of doubt took root as soon as they hit the ground.

"So you're studying black magic."

"Obviously, this is the book you brought me." Snape nodded.

"Then would you use black magic to kill people?" Harry said with trembling lips, his eyes showing bewilderment and doubt.

"Yes." Snape was so sure, and he took a step back as he watched his Harry.

Perhaps, he was too conceited.

In less than an hour he would lose his Harry.

"How could you want to use black magic to kill people?" Harry asked Snape loudly. "It's not right! The Ministry of Magic forbids the use of black magic, you can't study it and use it to kill people!" He couldn't believe it This warm-hearted and kind ghost friend in his eyes actually studies black magic with such a purpose-oh!certainly!He's a Slytherin!

Harry stared at the pearly white and couldn't hide the Slytherin badge on Prince's uniform, the snake on it seemed to open its mouth at him, mocking his innocence.

"Does it mean that as long as you are a Slytherin, you will want to study black magic and become a Death Eater?" He couldn't help but think of Malfoy, who had been against them since the first grade, and that Slytherin College was a Death Eater. Reserve rumors.

Maybe—maybe Prince is also a big fan of the Dark Lord.

He lived 20 years ago!Maybe he'll be a Death Eater when he graduates!

"Being a Death Eater in my day was a privilege. It was a shortcut to a position of power." Snape laughed suddenly, and the odd tone in his voice was uncomfortably sarcasm.

Who is he mocking?Is it the ignorant and crazy Slytherin who wanted to squeeze into the Death Eaters, or this stupid Potter in front of him who was with a pure Slytherin?

Harry just felt uncomfortable all over.

What kind of person had he just kissed?Does he really know Prince?He doesn't even know his full name, is Prince his first name or his last name? —he knew nothing about him.

"So you want to be a Death Eater?" was all Harry asked in a thousand words.

Snape nodded, "Of course, I said that it was an honor in my time, and no one would want to miss the opportunity." His face was expressionless, but his eyes showed the feeling not long ago—when he received a reply from Malfoy senior during the winter vacation That kind of excitement, there are still two years before graduation, and he is getting closer and closer to his goal.

If he didn't come here out of nowhere, he would reciprocate with the Malfoy Patriarch according to his plan. He provided his potion talent, and Malfoy took the potion he made to gain his favor. Mention him before.

Then he would be able to enter the coveted group, power and status would be at his fingertips - much faster than starting from an unknown potions apprentice and slowly gaining seniority.

"But the Dark Lord killed my parents!" Harry rushed forward and tugged at Snape's collar, the furious flames on his face burning his emerald green eyes, truly describing the word radiant, "Death Eaters are a bunch of villains. How many people have they hurt? How many families have been broken? And why do you want to be one of them?" It failed to fall out of the eye socket.

"Harry." Snape reached out to take the hand, but it opened.

"Don't touch me!" Harry choked up, his voice roaring like a lion cub accidentally touching a cunning hunter's trap, the injured blood dripping flesh turned outwards and did not forget to show its fangs and claws towards the trap owner.

"Why are you like this?" Harry looked at his former friend disappointedly, he really thought he was so kind and upright.

He even stepped into a situation he never thought of, but it was only a foot-maybe he could return.

He can try to forget Prince just like he forgot Qiu Zhang?

"So you're choosing to leave me?" Snape asked softly.

"I should go." Harry bowed his head without answering the question, and walked towards the door.

"If you go out, then this is the end - there won't be a second time." Snape spoke again, his voice so soft that it was hard to ignore the hoarseness of his voice change, it was like a whisper.

It was so familiar that Harry's hand on the doorknob trembled.

"I won't be coming back." Harry gasped for breath, he clenched the handle and turned it, listening to the latch being pushed open, he walked out of the Room of Requirement.

Snape, who was left behind, stared coldly at the closed door. He packed up the books on the table and prepared to go back to the cellar where the fireplace was not warm enough to be with the single old man across the wall—maybe he should consider taking advantage of his older When he's not in the office, he brews a bottle of love potion.

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One word from the big professor made the little professor and Harry break up, goodjob