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After one day of class, he got a bunch of homework. When Ron stuffed his books into his schoolbag and was about to follow everyone out of the classroom, he finally found a chance to ask Harry about his coma in the morning and how he had disappeared all afternoon. Zong didn't rush over until the class was about to start, and he was still sweating profusely.I really don't know where he went, anyway, it definitely can't be the school nurse's office - the school nurse's office is on the same floor as the Transfiguration classroom, so he doesn't need to hurry here!

"Dude, what's going on in Potions class?" Ron suppressed those curiosity like a crop of mushrooms after the rain, but there were still one or two curiosity bubbles, so he was very interested Added, "Did Snape really send you to the infirmary?"

Harry met Ron's eyes that looked like two light bulbs. He resisted the urge to back away and took a look on his face, trying to be calm, "I'm just a little tired from reading recently." Harry struggled Excuse me, he didn't want to mention the book, but about where he'd been - Harry swallowed, he and Prince on the couch in Snape's office, oh no!Let's hope Snape didn't find that out when he got back.

Merlin's fishnet stockings!Prince, the ghost, can touch him--it really pleases him--but why can he do so many other things?He really doesn't want to remember it!Overslept Merlin!What did he say at that time?Begging, begging for a kiss, and threw Prince on the sofa... He would rather his brain shut down at that time, then he wouldn't want to touch Prince's ass afterwards, and he wouldn't say those things talk.

Even if he wanted to stay in school after graduation, he wouldn't—nor would he want to have this kind of relationship with Prince!How could he force a ghost?What did he do to a ghost!

Harry's spirit sank again, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Brother, are you okay? Or are you going to the school hospital again?" Ron began to worry now. Could it be that his friend made a mistake in Potions class again?

"No, I didn't go to the hospital hospital before. Snape left me in his office, and I woke up and accidentally broke a bottle of potion he had left on the table, so I slipped away—I went The Room of Requirement." Harry made up half-truths, "and I was caught by Snape when I rushed over to Transfiguration class, and he deducted points for me and put me in confinement."

Ron patted Harry's shoulder understandingly, and he took the schoolbag from Harry's hand and carried it on his shoulder together, "Thank you, the old bat is too vengeful, isn't it just a bottle of bloody potion— —If it was important, it would not be placed on the table casually! It is still in confinement, I think he just wants to find a free laborer to help him deal with the materials used in class."

"Anyway, I'm used to it." Harry shrugged, he hoped that Snape hadn't found him on the sofa——Prince is a ghost, why can he still react, oh!Merlin!If only they didn't mess up the couch, I hope Prince's cleaning spell works.

How else would he face Snape?Make a face?

At six o'clock in the evening, when Harry went to the detention on time, he found that Snape had replaced the sofa! —He must have found out about that!

Alarm bells were ringing wildly in Harry's mind, and he almost rushed out the door, or raised his wand and used it on the old bat.

It was kind of Snape not to have his house points deducted - wait, didn't he?

Harry decided to drop by to see if Gryffindor's house points were still above zero when he returned from lockdown.

"3 minutes late, Gryffindor will deduct 30 points." Snape stared coldly at Harry, who was frozen in place and looked at the newly replaced sofa - well, reminded him again that the little bastard was in his office Good job!

"Snape!" Harry glared angrily, and now the house points would have to go to zero—whether he should be thankful that Hogwarts' house points don't count as negative numbers?

"It's the professor, you forgot the honorific, and we have to say that we have to forgive the suffering of being famous at a young age, and the premature aging caused by it is so obvious." Snape started his sarcasm again, "Gryffindor deducted 20 points. But I think your college points should be deductible. The Star of Savior successfully set the record for the highest point deduction in one day. This reputation is quite good. It can make your name more known to the whole school. Can be added to the history of the school - in the anecdote column."

Harry's face turned pale and turned red when he was told, his anger was like boiling water expanding the air, and his forehead was almost unable to stop the growing anger.

"Professor, let's start the confinement." He gritted his teeth and gave a mechanical smile that was as stiff as a pose.

"Oh, that reminds me." Snape smirked, and he led Harry to his desk, where there was parchment and ready-made ink.

This familiar picture made Harry's stomach sink, his vision was correct, this was indeed Snape's office - the row of display racks against the wall still had things soaked in some unknown liquid Disgusting specimens or potion ingredients, and the person talking to him was indeed a greasy old bat, it didn't look like he had used a polyjuice potion.

Umbridge was at St. Mungo's forever, no more quill black magic, no more scribe detention.

"You didn't read the book or the blackboard carefully in class, and the glasses on the bridge of your nose must be decorations. Then copying will always make you remember something. Potter, copy the textbooks for this semester, I don't ask you Finish copying, at least from last semester to today's class." Snape's voice was like a devil's vine mixed with malice, and the moment it hit him, it wrapped around his body and made him sink into a bottomless water The lake, unable to struggle, could only watch the oxygen turn into foam and leave him.

"You don't need to waste materials, this is really suitable for you." Snape pulled out a mocking smile, he looked at Harry who was frozen in place, "What are you waiting for, go and finish your confinement!" He growled with.

Harry had to go over and pull out the chair. He took out his textbook from his bag and opened it, starting from the first page.He gripped the quill tightly, preventing tears from filling his eyes.

He was not a hopeless student who copied books!Even Neville was not punished for copying books!Merlin!Was Snape a Umbridge homage?Was he still grateful that Snape hadn't cast a dark spell on the quill as well?

Harry was desperate and grew wildly with the end of the transcription of a paragraph, he swallowed the resistance in his heart, he glanced at Snape who was sitting behind his desk and began to correct his homework, with deep hatred hidden in his eyes.

The nasty old bat!One day, he was going to get his revenge, and if the glasses on the bridge of his nose didn't work, then Snape was blind!Someday—but none of that would take a single point off his copying work.damn it!Snape should have copied the book himself!Copying up to today's lesson, it's easy to say - his hand will definitely be useless!

In fact, his hand was not broken, but it took too long, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.Harry shook his sore wrist, only to feel that his fingers were sore and numb, and they no longer looked like his own.

"Then, continue tomorrow, Potter. I hope your memory will improve a little in the next class, and then your bad eyesight can be saved." Snape piled up the corrected homework on the desk He didn't forget to taunt Harry after the corner.

"I will remember, Professor." Harry held back his anger, he almost used all the strength to bite off his back molars, and after he finished speaking, he left Snape's office without looking back-this place was already in his mind It was the place he didn't want to stay, and even a moment's stay would make him uncomfortable.

There was no one in the corridor.Of course, this time has come, and the Slytherin students don't seem to have any interest in going out for a night tour at this time and being caught by their headmaster.

When he walked to the stairs, he saw the familiar pearly white figure, like a night light illuminating his soul that had been tossed and painted black by the old bat.

"Prince, why are you here? Wait, are you waiting for me?" The smile on Harry's face widened, and this smile cleared away the depression, resistance and dark thoughts in his heart in half.

Snape looked at Harry, he nodded, "You said you would come to see me at night, but you didn't show up..." When Harry was punished by him in this time and space to copy the potions textbook, he was in the study room next to the wall Carefully study the magic in the books.But he wouldn't tell Harry.

"I'm sorry, I've been locked up by Snape." Harry looked at Snape apologetically, and he pulled out a smile. "I'm glad you showed up, you saved me." He sighed, reaching out for Went to grab Snape's hand, but his hand was missing, touching only the cold foggy air.

"Did that magic fail again?" Harry looked at Snape in bewilderment.

"There's no magic, it's just that there's something wrong with my current state, and I'm trying to figure it out." Snape shook his head, pursed his lips, and raised his hand to trace Harry's cheek through the air, as if he had touched his Soft and warm like a milk pudding face.

"Believe me, Harry, it won't be long."

Harry nodded wildly, even if he never touched Prince in his life, he wouldn't give up on his friend.

He walked up the stairs, with his ghostly friend.It was as if Snape was his guiding light, with just this faint white halo, he had the courage to go on, even if the road ahead was bleak.

Prince took his hand—he just felt a cold mist, but it was so heartwarming.

He is my best friend!Harry swore in his heart that he would never let go of these hands again!Even if he couldn't grasp it at all, he didn't want to let go!

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Harry QAQ: Prince, the hands that copy books are sore!I don't want to copy books anymore!Punishment for copying is too much!

Prince (rubbing Harry's head): I won't be copying books anymore.

n long time later

Snape (with no expression on his face): Potter, confinement!

Harry: Wait, why is it on the bed, don't, don't take my clothes off!

Snape unbuttoned: Since you don't like copying books, let's do something more meaningful.

Afterwards, Harry QAQ, whose back hurts everywhere: I would rather copy a book, at least it’s just a pain in the hand