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Harry was so focused that he was afraid of being caught by Snape - Gryffindor's score was already hovering in the single digits, and if it wasn't for Hermione's efforts to turn the tide, it might really have been zero for a long time.Slytherin had enough of the fun.

But what else could he do?Snape's reasons for deducting points came at hand, and neither Professor McGonagall nor Dumbledore could prevent Snape from deducting their house points.

But to Harry's surprise, Snape didn't pay any attention to him for the whole two classes, as if there was no Harry Potter in the classroom.

Harry took a deep breath, and after he put aside all his wild thoughts and concentrated on the potion in the cauldron, it was as if he was back in the Room of Requirement. He stayed with Prince, and while he was brewing the potion, Prince Pale, slender and powerful hands with ten fingers will come around from behind him, encircling him, and his right hand will cover his hand and hold the stirring rod.

And now that vague feeling came again.

"P..." Harry turned his head, he was stunned, his lips curled down.

He only saw Snape staring at Neville's cauldron, those sharp black eyes seemed to be able to spew out flames, and then he cleaned up Neville's "potion" that was about to boil out of the cauldron with foam.

Harry turned back, his eyes widening for a split second - oops!The potion had gone from orange-red to maroon, and he had missed the perfect time to stir it - something Harry immediately made up for.

It's a pity that Prince only briefly mentioned the main points of the remedy. He had tried his best, but the potion was still whiter than the color described in the textbook.

That old bastard Snape was sure to seize on that and give him a T.

Harry was momentarily annoyed, but mostly regretful that he had wandered off.Why did he think Prince would be here?Obviously this was in the Potions classroom rather than the Room of Requirement, behind him was only the old bat who was so dissatisfied with Gryffindor, so stingy and eccentric that his heart grew crooked.

In the end, when everyone handed in the potion to Snape for grading, Snape was in such a bad mood that he didn't even give Harry a look, and directly gave him a T, completely ignoring him—maybe he was just used to it. Sex hit Harry.

After grading, the old bat knocked on the blackboard and the homework appeared on the blackboard. He carried his briefcase and left the classroom with the homework of the two colleges, and closed the door behind him as if with a gust of hurricane.

"Oh, Snape is finally gone. Is he going to turn into a black whirlwind?" Ron complained while patting his chest.

"Do you think there's anything wrong with Snape?" Harry frowned.

Ron shook his head, "Maybe it's the days that appear every month?" After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth, but the laughter still drifted out from between his fingers. With Lavender, he naturally needs to know more Some, will make this kind of joke.

With a blank look on Harry's face, he was pushed out of the classroom by Ron who stopped laughing.

No matter how much Harry complained about Snape in his heart, the whole day of lessons was still over.

Snape, who was sitting behind the desk correcting the homework, scanned the homework ten lines at a glance, almost every ten seconds. Under the quill pen, it seemed to be a magic wand waving at will, and carved a letter mercilessly. A waste of ink on characters made for school with nothing new.

Suddenly he stopped, his eyes fixed on the homework that had just been placed in front of him, his gaze was like a needle spell, as if it could poke a hole in the parchment.

He looked at the inscription, as he had expected - Potter's name seemed particularly ridiculous at this moment, and they all knew the real owner of this assignment.

no doubt.

As if telepathically, Snape raised his head and looked at the pearly white young man floating out from the study door, "What advantage did Potter give you?"

"It's something you can't get anyway." Snape's ego burst out again, "Now Harry will get an O." He gave a rare look of anticipation.

"Of course, it does deserve it." Snape folded his hands on the table, and a smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth. "My own paper is of course the best of the 'masterpieces'. But— — Ten points from Gryffindor for Potter failing to turn in his homework." He watched with pleasure at the exasperation on his younger self's face.

"As a student, he should acquire knowledge on his own rather than relying on others' help." Snape sneered.

"Not someone else." Snape squeezed out the words, and he glared angrily at Snape, who was still whitewashing the peace in front of him, "I said, he's mine! Mine! Harry Potter is mine!"

"He's not." Snape stood up abruptly, the pushed chair screeching on the floor, and he walked in front of his younger self, his steps slowing down, as if disembodied in long, low tones. in the gripping heart.

"You are not even a living person, how can Potter belong to you?"

"Are you already dead standing in front of me?" Snape's voice was like smoking oil on an iron plate, and the pitch-black iron suppressed the flames that couldn't help but rise up.

Silence spread between them, like a crazy devil vine, swaying and expanding in silence.

"If you want, you can even imitate Potter's handwriting and organize the sentences to make the assignment less obvious." Snape spoke, breaking the pretense of calm between them first.

Snape looked at him with similar sarcasm in his eyes, "You know what I'm up to."

"Yes, I know," Snape said.

There was another silence, as if there were ferocious beasts that could devour people in the dark tide.

This is a warning.

Snape knew that as long as the "person" in front of him was really young him, then he wouldn't be his pearly white.His low, ordinary and thin appearance is a beast in the abyss, hungry for all the light, fearful and extremely greedy, that kind of greed is like decades of coldness that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Even the temperature couldn't make him feel the heat from the biting cold.

As silly and naturally hot as Potter, his blood, enthusiasm, and enthusiasm fit so well with his reputation as a savior.Then Potter can't escape, he will be tightly entangled, dragged into the abyss to be eaten by the beast in his heart, he will not let go of every bit of kindness and warmth that is exposed.

And he too was the beast.

How insignificant Lily's son was on his side, he didn't hate him as much as Potter's cub.

They looked at each other.

Snape turned and floated into the ceiling.

He knew he had achieved his goal and that Harry would be his only one.Thinking of the slight upturn of Snape's mouth here, he came to the Room of Requirement, and Harry was here, burying himself in today's homework, biting the feather of the quill pen, writing in extra pain.

Harry must need someone to help him - then, of course, he wanted a reward to comfort him for his hard work.