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At lunch time, Snape sat behind his desk as usual, pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and put down the newly collected fifth grade Slytherin homework in his hand-long and long sections were full of incomprehensible piles of gorgeous The rhetoric did not fit the title until the last paragraph, and it was copied from the "European Encyclopedia of Potions" without changing a single word.

He picked up a quill and wrote a P on it. The comment was that the text was not relevant to the topic. If he was unwilling to make up the 6-inch length, the next homework would be twice as long as a sentence without digressing.

After Snape finished writing, he put the quill back into the pen holder, and placed the newly graded homework on the pile of completed grades—now, he didn't even want to look at this pile of excerpts that didn't even have anything new. give.

The elf arrived in front of him on time with lunch.On the dinner plate was a plate of fried veal steak with mashed potatoes, served with buttered garlic bread, salad and a bowl of corn chowder.

Snape picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. The hot soup warmed his stomach and moistened his throat.None of those miserable students was reassuring, let alone Potter, who even hooked up with ghosts.

When Snape thought of Harry, his stomach went cold again, and it was cold and painful. It was the source of the virus.It made him lose the slightest appetite.

At this moment, the fireplace burst into flames, "Severus, are you there? Please come here." Dumbledore's voice came from the flames.

Snape dropped the spoon, knowing without thinking that Potter fainted in Potions class - if Dumbledore asked him about Potter's whereabouts, then congratulations, Gryffindor's house points are up today can return to zero.

Snape strode to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and made his way to the Headmaster's office.

Great, now the office is empty! Snape floated down from the ceiling, glanced at the dinner plate on the table, frowned at the spoon that had been used, but picked up the hearty lunch anyway, and floated quickly back to the Room of Requirement.

He put the dinner plate on the bedside cabinet and stroked Harry's sleeping head with his hand, and Harry opened his eyes when his hand went from his hair to the corner of his mouth.

"Prince." Harry looked at the white halo in his vision, blinked his eyes, and put glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Oh, thank you!" His cheeks were slightly flushed, but when he remembered What they did in the bathtub shut him up again.

Embarrassment suddenly became the only emotion on his face.

"Let's have lunch, isn't there class in the afternoon?" Snape kept paying attention to Harry's expression, and he quietly picked up the dinner plate and put it on the bed.

"Wow, did you go to the kitchen?" Harry looked at the rich wooden plate in front of him in surprise, the aroma of the food also caused his stomach to gurgle, and the previous intimate contact was left behind by him In the corner of his memory, the delicious food whetted his appetite and temporarily forgot the embarrassment.

Snape didn't answer this sentence, he looked at the joy on Harry's face, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "It's about time, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, "You always think of everything ahead of time, I really - really feel so good to know you." He narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly at Snape, showing his cute canine teeth.

Snape remembered that he had licked it when he kissed him, his teeth still had his saliva on them, very sweet.

"Because I'm your babysitter?" Snape raised his eyebrows, his tone was weird, but his expression was the same as usual, even a little lazy.It's a pity that the pearly white from beginning to end turned everything into the light of the Holy Father, which was enough to confuse Harry's eyes.

"No," Harry shook his head, and he lowered his head to pick up the spoon, hiding his shyness, "because I like you." His voice was trying to be the same as before, but Snape could still hear the lightness in it. trembling.

He is nervous.

Harry's words caused Snape's expression to pause for a second before his ever-pale cheeks turned pink, but the ghost skin saved him again.

oh!Honest Gryffindor!Harry should get bonus points for this.

Harry picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. Originally, he wanted to hide the shyness and embarrassment caused by his impulsive words, but the soup was quite delicious!He couldn't help but took another sip.

"The house-elves did a great job today." Harry said happily, looking up at Snape, when suddenly he remembered, "You brought the dinner plate here, so you can touch it?" As if stardust sprinkled all over him eyes, caught Snape's.

"Of course." Snape said, his eyes glued to the spoon.Damn, he remembered that he used this spoon in this time and space!

"So, can you taste it too?" Harry scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it out in front of Snape, "Although I've never seen you eat food—of course ghosts don't eat, but since you can touch it, maybe You can also eat it." He was expecting that maybe Prince could also eat this spoonful of soup, and more often he couldn't, but since there is such a possibility, why not give it a try?Then maybe, he'll be able to enjoy lunch with him.

And, today's house-elf craft is really awesome!Probably even better than when Prince was alive.

Snape stared at the soup on the spoon in front of him, he shouldn't be able to use the spoon or touch the soup—wait, he used this spoon to drink the soup in this time and space.So, maybe he can actually drink this bowl of soup, just with this spoon!

And Harry had touched the spoon too.His face turned from pink to crimson, just short of the same color as Harry's school uniform. Fortunately, the ghost's skin is always calm and white, which should be the only advantage of this state.

He coughed lightly, "I haven't eaten any food for a long time." He said dryly, and opened his mouth to wait for the soup.

Harry also happily put the spoon into his mouth and fed the spoonful of soup.

"How was it?" Harry asked impatiently. He took back the spoon, took another spoon naturally, and licked it when he finished it. He was quite sure that the soup was much more delicious than he remembered.

Snape looked at the spoon in Harry's hand, "I don't think one spoon is enough, I haven't tasted it."

So you take a spoon and I take a spoon, and the two of them drank this bowl of soup together.It wasn't until the end that Snape gave a decent comment.

Prince hasn't eaten food for a long time, he should like it, right?So he's just being awkward, obviously he likes corn chowder.Harry forked a piece of fried veal steak with a smile.

"Would you like some beef?" Harry held up his fork.

"No," Snape shook his head, his eyes were full of regret, it's a pity he couldn't touch this, "Hurry up, or you won't be able to make it to the afternoon class."

After he finished speaking, he went to the fireplace to add wood to the fire in the fireplace with wandless magic.

After hearing this, Harry hurriedly ate, not at all as leisurely as before.

After a quick meal, Harry almost fell to his knees when he got off the bed. He picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor and hurriedly put them on.

"There's still time," Snape reminded, and he stepped forward to help Harry get the shirt that was pleated inside the sweater, and helped him put on his coat.

"Professor McGonagall's class this afternoon! I have to hurry!" Harry scratched his hair anxiously. "Where's my wand?" He checked his pocket and found that the wand was gone. He was about to use the Coming Charm. Snape He floated his wand over.

"I'm missing a book!" Harry's face turned pale.

"It's glowing in the fireplace." Snape explained the whereabouts of the book. "If you've got any sense, you'll know that it's the source of your insanity these days."

"I..." Harry uttered a sound and then fell silent, "but it's a library book! How can I find one and return it?"

"We'll be talking about it after you get out of class, don't you want to rush to class?" Snape said.

"That's right! I have to go to class!" Harry paused for a second before switching back to his anxious look, "I have to go!"

He said but didn't leave immediately, he hesitated, stepped forward and gave a hug to a friend whom he hadn't seen for a few days - he even thought that he would never meet in his life - then left the Room of Requirement and started running wildly.

At the corner of the stairs, Harry didn't stop for a moment and bumped into the solid concrete.

"20 points from Gryffindor, 20 points for offending the professor. 10 points for absenteeism, [-] points for failure to hand in homework." Snape stared at the little bastard who bumped into him with a gloomy face, his voice was as cold as cold The snow water around the Siberian glaciers, "If you put this extra energy into your studies, the principal will cry for you."

Fifty minutes disappeared in an instant, and Harry didn't even cry.

"Professor, I'm sorry, may I go now?" Harry gritted his teeth, and he rubbed his waist with one hand. He didn't feel that the bump just now made his ass hurt. It's a pity that he couldn't be in Sneh Rubbing ass in front of Pu.

"Confinement, starting tonight, same tomorrow." Snape said blankly, "Potter, I hope your head full of scraps can still remember your duty as a student." He walked back, he Changed his mind, he should have borrowed the fireplace in the headmaster's room before!

Harry stared at Snape's leaving back. In his eyes, the sprayed black hem of his robe seemed to be a warning of an incoming dangerous creature.

He just bumped into him accidentally, and this small-hearted old bastard actually deducted points and put him in confinement, and even whispered that he didn't study hard.Fuck his student!It was the greatest misfortune of his student life to meet a teacher like Snape!

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The professor had lunch in the principal's office, the principal and the professor chatted about the Occlumency course, and the worried old Deng lost a few more beards