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The liquid in the crucible was gradually becoming viscous, Snape turned down the flame, and the bubbles that exploded in the cauldron became rarer, and it took a few seconds for a bubble to pop up and explode, emitting a strong fishy smell and this In the middle is mixed with a fresh aroma similar to lemon, which is very unpleasant.And Snape had been standing in front of this cauldron for a while, his expression focused on the potion brewed under his hands.

Originally placed in the corner, the culprit who caused him to fall into the bewitched by the dark arts that even Harry had forgotten, had been slaughtered by Snape who finally had access to this world.It wasn't the first time he handled live materials, but before those were frogs and mice the size of a palm, it was the first time for such a big one. He handled it very meticulously, and took blood and filled three bottles.And now he's making lubricant out of dreamer's fat.Of course, he hadn't forgotten to add lemon to it - Snape pursed his lips, hoping Harry would like the taste.

The smell of boiled lubricant was not good, and Snape was used to the smell of brewing potions, and he could bear it.

The water in the potion in the crucible is rapidly evaporating, and the foam has disappeared. Snape stirred it three and a half times quickly, and the potion turned into a translucent solid paste at a speed visible to the naked eye. He extinguished the flame, took out the stirring rod, and let it stand.

He raised his hand and touched his hair. His hair, which should have become greasy, hadn't changed in any way, and it was still very refreshing—this showed that although he had found the magic that could contact this world and cast it smoothly, his body The time remains unchanged.If time does not advance, then he cannot integrate into this world.And the scope of his influence is based on Harry he chose as the medium. The farther the distance is, the less the influence will be. Once he exceeds a certain range, he will return to that pearly white translucent state.

He looked back at Harry who was still asleep on the bed. He left the cauldron and walked towards him. When he was one meter away from the bed, he wanted to give himself a cleanse, and suddenly remembered him. There is no smell left on him - the real world cannot affect him.He lowered the hand that was about to cast the spell.

He approached, stretched out his hand to brush the hair on Harry's forehead, traced the lightning-shaped scar through the air with his fingers, and then lightly touched his cheek with the back of his hand.

Harry rubbed against the pillow, grunting sleepily.

As a house team Quidditch Seeker, Harry's physical strength was too poor. Snape's lips curled down.Maybe the whole of Gryffindor couldn't find anyone else who could be a Seeker, after all Potter was really talented in Quidditch - and, as long as he found the Snitch quickly, the game would be over in no time - —then Harry's poor stamina is justified, as long as he catches the Snitch fast enough, he's good enough for his role.

They also squandered almost half the water in the bathtub.He longed for the touch of the skin, and was obsessed with such a deep contact, the intimate distance between them.And Harry was right in front of him, as obedient as the potion he made for the first time, following his wishes to become what he should be.

"Yeah." Harry murmured sleepily, his eyeballs rolling under his eyelids.

Snape finished remembering, his hand moved from Harry's cheek to his arm, and finally took his hand, knowing that Harry was about to wake up.

Harry's nose wrinkled, his brow furrowed, and then he opened his eyes, and he blinked, meeting those eyes that were as dark as the night, quiet and deep.

"What are you cooking—it stinks." Harry's voice was so hoarse that he was startled, and there was an unstoppable intimacy in his tone, which was probably one of the reasons why he stopped.

"The smell will go away when it cools down," Snape said. "It's lemony, you'll like it."

"For me?" Harry grinned happily at the latter sentence. He had never received a present outside of a holiday or birthday.

He jerked his upper body up and tried to get out of bed, only to find that the muscles below his waist were protesting, and he collapsed instantly from the pain, howling, pitifully reminding Snape of the time when the dreamer was about to be slaughtered The appearance of trembling.

He doesn't have sympathy for potion ingredients, but the Gryffindor boy who is afraid of pain in front of him is different-he knows that after making an inch, he has to pay something to make up for it, for example, now he has to learn to coax this Boy, let his Harry forget about the pain, otherwise the boy will definitely resist the anomaly next time he wants to have something intimate.

But he couldn't speak.

Snape pursed his lips, and he was lying on the bed beside Harry, reaching out to pull him into his arms, patting Harry's back with one hand and squeezing his waist with the other. .

"It doesn't hurt," Snape said dryly.He couldn't imagine how painful it would be, and in his understanding, it should be a particularly pleasant thing for both parties.Oh, just like they did the first time, Harry would drive him crazy.

"Your skills are terrible!" Harry muffled in Snape's arms, and he took a deep breath, which was already quite familiar and fascinated him more and more, but - he had said it so many times love language, and I have to admit that they are already quite close to inseparable.

"Let's change in the future, I think my skills are pretty good!" Harry suggested.

Snape didn't speak, he lowered his head and kissed those lips, the swollen lips couldn't bear any more, Harry screamed in pain and his eyes narrowed. Snape took the opportunity to roll his tongue up, patronizing his mouth, and took a deep breath on his full lips.

Harry lost the strength to resist in an instant.

It was a brief kiss, and Snape let him go quickly, patting Harry on the back to keep him from breathing so rapidly.

"Your skills are really impressive." Snape said, kissing Harry's temple, and the strawberry-flavored shower gel really made his Harry too sweet to eat him.