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The pearly white boy yelled at Harry when he started pounding the walking grass for the juice.

"Are you ornamented from the neck up? Or can't you even read? The textbook order is to crush it for juice, not mash it into a grass paste."

"Is there a difference between the two?" Harry didn't feel any difference in Prince's words. In his opinion, the two were about the same thing - just a difference in words.

"If you think this mush of grass stalks mixed with juice you've got can be called juice." Snape grimaced, but his gloominess wasn't apparent through his pearly white translucency now. .

Harry only felt that his friend's reminder was really kind. He picked up the bowl and looked at it carefully, and found that it was indeed as he said.

"You're so right!—but how do I get the juice?" Another question popped up.

"You should do that." Snape wanted to be silent, but he really didn't want to see Potter ruining his beloved Potions, so he gestured with his hands in the air, making Harry follow his example.

He couldn't touch Potter's hand, so he couldn't hold Potter's hand--it didn't matter, he didn't want to hold Potter's hand, it was like touching a bucket of slugs to him, it made him very uncomfortable .

Harry watched Snape's demonstration carefully. He reprocessed the potion according to his movements, and found that it was indeed easy to squeeze out the juice.

"Oh! Prince! You are such a genius!" Harry sighed, and he admired it very much.

He raised his head, and his eyes sparkled at his phantom friend, how talented he was!It's a pity that he died young. If he can survive, maybe he can replace Snape to teach them Potions.

He will make a good teacher!

But Harry swallowed the words in his mouth, he didn't want to hit Prince, he was dead - wait, maybe he could be a ghost professor - but he was not old enough - Harry thought so Feeling uncomfortable again.

"If it were you, you'd be able to get an O!" Harry let go of his entanglement and turned to look at his friend happily.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, he naturally deserved an excellence - he certainly wouldn't be happy just because of Potter's words.

Next, under Snape's guidance, Harry processed the rest of the material. He found that Professor Prince gave him many methods that he had never seen or thought of. He even used the words in the textbook. Without careful consideration - usually he and Ron just skimmed it roughly and thought it was that way - even Snape didn't tell them this in class, he just wrote some operations that would lead to particularly serious mistakes On the blackboard, lest a Crucible Killer like Neville explode in class.

"You're better than the old bat! I bet he doesn't know what to do." Harry couldn't help admiring his new friend, his eyes seemed to pour the entire water of Lake Windermere into them , and the entire starry sky came into his eyes along with the lake water.

"Old Bat?" Snape frowned, feeling suddenly annoyed.

"It's Snape, we call him the greasy, gloomy old bat. If you've ever seen him, you know that he's always dressed in pitch-black clothes, and he walks like a big bat." Harry explained again.

Snape glared at Harry displeased, even though he knew Harry wasn't talking about him, it still made him want to yell and spit all over Potter who dared to insult him in front of him.

"But you're the best, better than Snape, the best guy I've ever known, and you know everything that's not in the textbook! You should write our Textbooks. I mean—” Harry paused, his face turning slightly pink as he searched for words in his meager brain. He had never praised someone so sincerely before, “If you were my Potions Professor, you are absolutely the best ever!"

"Potter, even if you praise me..." Snape narrowed his eyes.

"You deserve all the O's." Harry rolled his eyes with a smile, he didn't mind Snape pronouncing his last name, and his tone was very unfriendly, "Even Snape can't deny your excellence."

He is naturally the best. Snape was absolutely sure of that, and he was who Potter said, no no, that wasn't him, the sinister old man - his future must be bright, and anything he wanted would be his stuff in the bag.

He is just that good.

"Instead of talking about it here and diverting attention, why don't we take a look at the potion you've made to get an O." Snape turned the topic back to the potion, raised his chin slightly to indicate that the fire was lit and just now Boiling cauldron.

"I have confidence in you, Prince." Harry raised the corners of his mouth, and under Snape's gaze, he put in the ingredients one by one according to the instructions in the book, and stirred them in the middle.

Snape criticized his stirring gestures and strength, and corrected him for a quarter turn.

In the end, the finished product was sapphire blue, as stated in the textbook, not the dark brown potion that Harry and Ron presented to Snape.

"I knew you were amazing!" Harry couldn't help praising his friend again, he really wanted to give him a hug if he could, "Snape would be so ashamed to see you, he's not as good as a fifth grader student."

"Presumably you don't know how difficult it is to obtain a potion master." Snape snorted coldly, he couldn't help but argue.Although that old man was not him, he didn't think that the grown-up man was inferior to the current him.And after hearing too much praise, he was also immune.

Snape's ears were warm, but his pearly white color faded any redness.

"But Prince, I only have eyes for you - the old bat can only teach me how to make T-level potions, but under your guidance, I made the colors described in the book, I think this can explain everything Yes," said Harry, the expression on his face extremely sincere.

"It's already eight o'clock, aren't you going back?" Snape reminded the time, his earlobe was hot from the praise, and he was a little uncomfortable, which also made his tone a little rushed.

"I can stay a little longer - there is Charms today, I can teach you." Harry wanted to stay with his new friend for a while, and he thought about starting another class.

Snape raised his eyebrows. If Potter didn't want to leave, it wouldn't be a waste of his time anyway, and he wouldn't miss the course - he was also preparing for OWL, and it would be good to learn more. ——The other one doesn't care about his OWL preparations, he just thinks he can't wait to kill him.

Another hour flew by, and Harry has now become Prince's fanboy. His ghost friend really knows everything, even knows more about spells than he does. He has also corrected some of his bad habits—— For example, subconsciously turning the elbow outward when swinging a stick.

"There is Transfiguration class tomorrow, and we still meet there at the same time?" Harry couldn't help but make an appointment for tomorrow's meeting.

"That's right here, but I'll decide the room." Snape decided the location directly here, so he naturally wanted to change this hot-eyed Gryffindor lounge.Otherwise, if he stays for a long time, his ghost body will get sick.

"Okay!" Harry nodded, he would listen to anything Prince had to say, maybe he was his ghost friend's only human friend - thinking about it Harry couldn't help listening to him about everything, if Prince Lynce told him to cancel Quidditch practice to be with him, then—then he'd finish Quidditch early to be with his lonely ghost friend.

After finalizing the key words of the room, seeing that it was past the curfew time, Harry and Prince bid farewell, then hurriedly ran towards the Gryffindor Tower.

Snape didn't stay where he was - it was very close to the headmaster's office. After seeing Harry's back disappearing around the corner, he walked through the floor and took a fast passage without ghosts and murals, passing through the floor layer by layer The ceiling goes to the head of Slytherin's office.

"Where have you been?" Snape, who had just finished grading the vacation homework, frowned and looked at his young self who hadn't appeared in front of him until now.

"Before asking this question, you need to think about whether the person being asked is obliged to answer this question - and obviously, I am not." Snape snorted, not having the timidity of others to face this terrifying professor - who would Emotions like fear about yourself?He even eyed Snape critically.

Then it turned out that he really looked like a big bat, as Harry said.

And he was much more powerful than the big bat in front of him. Potter in this era was really ridiculously stupid.

Snape couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in a tiny arc.

"Have you met Potter again?" Snape stared hesitantly at the pearly white boy in front of him, he suddenly had a bold guess, so he asked.

Snape returned to his expressionless face, and he turned back to Snape with a straight face, "What does it matter to you?"

"I thought you would be anxious to go back." Snape snorted softly, with sarcasm and scrutiny in his eyes.

"Brassing doesn't work for me," Snape said. "I do want to go back, so shouldn't you help a little?" He crossed his arms and stared back at the helpless man.

Snape frowned, he didn't want to take on the trouble, so he remained silent.

"Well, meddling isn't a Slytherin thing, since everything depends on me." Snape sneered.

Therefore, it is unreasonable for adults to neither want to help but also want to control him.

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little professor about to be immune to harry's compliments