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After the DA party, Harry said goodbye to his friends.Ron was taken out on a date by Ravindra, and Hermione was going to the library.

Harry thought for a while. He went back to the dormitory and took his broom. He kicked his feet on the broom and flew out of the window. He first flew around the castle, and then practiced a Lagrangian sprint New moves like this, and finally rose above the clouds to see the blue sky.

He felt much better, and all those miscellaneous thoughts were instantly blown away by the high-altitude wind.

It wasn't until the sun was shining that he couldn't open his eyes, so he could only lower his head and dive quickly. When he landed five or six meters away from the small window of the dormitory, he braked suddenly and landed back to the dormitory slowly and steadily like a feather.

After putting the broom back where it belonged, Harry stuffed his homework into his bag and headed to the Room of Requirement.

Maybe he can meet Prince or maybe, if not, then he will do his homework.Anyway, he had to spend time to finish these assignments, and the confinement for two consecutive days made him have no time to do these things at all!

Harry opened the door. The fireplace in this room seemed to be burning 24 hours a day. He walked to the sofa in front of the fireplace and put down his schoolbag. At the desk, he suddenly held his breath subconsciously.

The familiar pearly white figure was there, as if lying on his stomach - actually half floating, his eyes closed - Harry was quite sure of that.

So Prince is sleeping? —Can ghosts sleep?

Harry recalled that he never seemed to see Prince sleep, and that his ghost prince was never tired or hungry - although he did feed Prince, which had made him very nervous. Surprised.He had been to a ghost's birthday party, and the food prepared by the ghost wasn't the same as what the wizard ate, but the rotten food wasn't ghost food either—ghosts don't eat.

So maybe that's what makes Prince different?He's an unusual ghost, so naturally it's possible he's sleeping too.

After thinking about it like this, Harry convinced himself.He hadn't learned the silent spell yet, so he could only tiptoe and make his footsteps as quiet as possible, walking towards his ghost friend.

When he was close at hand, Harry stopped without making a sound, and his breathing slowed unconsciously.Apart from the crackling and crackling of the wood being burned in the fireplace not far away, the only thing he could hear was the sound of his heart beating louder and louder.

It seems to jump faster than before.

Harry stared at Prince, who was sleeping peacefully in front of him. The pearly white him seemed to emit a soft halo from the inside out, giving people the illusion that he was sleeping very deeply, peaceful and far away, even though he was so close , but seems to be in two completely different worlds with him.

Ah, of course, Prince is a ghost.The world where ghosts live is different from the real world.

Maybe—maybe he could still touch him.

Harry couldn't help thinking, his gaze was suddenly glued to those pearly white lips, and he remembered how it felt, cold at first but then warm upon contact, as if he were still alive.The object of his kiss is a living person, not a translucent ghost who has only one color all over his body and can even see the opposite thing through him.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly seized his breath, he suddenly lowered his head, and his lips touched those pearly white lips.

He can touch him!Before the corners of Harry's mouth lifted into a grin against those lips, he was grabbed by the hand.

The world was spinning, and Harry was pressed on the desk. He stared wide-eyed, looking straight at Prince, who was originally pearly white but seemed to have been splashed with paint in an instant and transformed into a vivid color.

His hair is black, his skin is whiter than milk, his cheeks are slightly malnourished and sallow, and under the light and shadow, the huge hooked nose is particularly abrupt and sinister on this face.And those eyes were also the same black as his hair color, just like the starry sky they saw that day, almost sucking his soul into it.

And he did.

Harry didn't realize his lips were still there until he couldn't breathe.

Snape let go of his soft, mousse-cake-like lips, biting his lip, biting down on that tiny chin, while his hand rested on Harry's back.

"Haha." Harry turned his face away, his rapid breathing gradually calmed down due to the replenishment of oxygen.His face turned from red to white, and then he pushed Snape away from him - he gained weight, and he didn't really look like a ghost anymore.

"You came back to life?" Harry stood up, he looked at Prince, and denied his words, "No, magic can't bring people back to life."

"Remember those two books I asked you to find? This is the magic in one of them. I spent a whole week preparing it, and the only thing missing is a medium to activate it." Snape explained simply.Of course he won't fall asleep - he hasn't had any sleep in the past ten days, and he has no other physical needs - of course, the day before yesterday proved that he can still have certain needs.

He just wanted to see Harry's reaction - what Harry would do when he closed his eyes.And beyond his expectation, great happiness hit him again.He took this opportunity to activate the magic, and Harry was naturally the best medium for this magic.He can use Harry as an intermediary to touch the real world. Although there are still many restrictions, at least he can touch Harry.

There were plenty of other things they could do, and that was what Harry needed, and they wanted each other just as much.

"You're colored—this is what you looked like when you were alive?" Harry was still looking stupid, he looked straight at Snape, and suddenly grinned, "You look pretty good Yes." Slightly familiar, but that can be ignored.

This is his prince, his friend, the person he cares most about.

"Black suits you well." Harry reached out and hooked Snape's neck, his hand inserted up from the back of his neck into the half-length black hair, making Prince's hair tangle between his fingers, "I never I dare not imagine your color, but now I find that no matter how I fantasized about you in the past, it is not as good as you in front of me."

They were so close, as long as he lowered his head, he could get close, and the words that made him happy came out of his mouth, how beautiful it was.

Snape was bewitched, and he leaned forward of his own accord.

After this kiss, Harry seemed to have lost all his strength, even his hair was wet with sweat, his lips were numb, his scalp was hot and cold, and his eye sockets were filled with physiological saline.He was lying on Snape's chest, breathing the bitter potion smell - this smell was quite familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere before, but it didn't seem so weak. Snape's clothes smelled of lemon, and Harry took a deep breath, making him forget the familiar potion smell.

"I'm glad I could touch you, but we shouldn't be kissing." Harry thought of it when his breathing was more or less even, and lifted his head from Snape's arms, two kisses that made his both Her cheeks were still in a passionate blush, as fresh as a freshly picked rose in the morning.

"Your reason." Snape looked into those emerald green eyes in silence, so quiet that Harry was slightly uneasy.

"You're my friend, I mean we'll be friends for life, but friends shouldn't kiss like that. And we're both men." Harry stupidly said two reasons, which he felt were quite enough.

"Harry, it's all on your own initiative, don't deny it so quickly. Maybe you need a little memory, and I can give you a little help." Snape said and hugged Harry horizontally, he ignored the sound With an exclamation that shook his eardrums, he placed his Harry on the dark green four-poster bed.

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