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Snape, who was sitting behind the desk, floated the last homework after correction to the top of the homework pile fixed at the corner of the desk.He stretched out his hands to pinch the eyebrows that were sour because of the tense moment.It was half past eight, and he cast a heating spell on the cold black tea in the cup at hand, and then he remembered what was confiscated when he met Potter at the stairs—he was quietly staying in the cup of tea now opposite.

Snape stretched out his hand and brought the gift box slightly larger than a hand with intertwined gold and red ribbons in front of him. The fiery red ribbons were tied into the shape of a heart.He stared sullenly at the heart, and a tug on the ribbon caused it to disintegrate into a long ribbon.

The sarcasm in his eyes did not disappear, he directly tore open the package and opened the box, inside was 12 yuan of chocolate wrapped in cocoa powder lying quietly.

The dense and rich aroma of cocoa invaded his senses along with the powder that may have been dispersed in the air, and it was like a virus.

Snape stared at the chocolate in front of him that couldn't fool his vision, even with his eyes closed - Potter didn't have the guts to lie to him.

So Potter made Valentine's chocolates for the younger self, and their little game of pretend couple really went on for a while.

no no!None of this should have happened!How can such chocolate be made?Was Potter not thinking of poisoning his boyfriend when he went to the kitchen to make these chocolates?

Snape's Occlumency was working fine, so he reached into the box with a trembling hand and took a piece, getting cocoa on the tip of his finger - what a sinful germ.

He took a bite.

Bitter and astringent, unpalatable.Potter forgot to put sugar.

So he really wanted to torture his boyfriend's sense of taste, making him so bitter that his sense of taste failed.

The little brat of the Potter family confuses that immature young man with his superficial stupidity and his rotten and deep-rooted badness.

He didn't believe it himself.

Snape reached out and took another piece, the bitterness in his mouth tormented his taste buds, but after another piece he could still taste the creaminess inside, the butter brought out the aroma of milk.

Potter smelled of milk too, he hasn't grown up yet, has he?But there wasn't a single thing Potter was doing now that suited his age.

Sarcasm formed the corner of Snape's mouth, and he tasted another piece.

When the familiar pearl white ghost boy descended from the ceiling, Snape was holding a teacup, and the warm black tea was washing his taste buds deeply whipped by the smell of chocolate.

"My Valentine's chocolates." Snape caught sight of the empty box, and for a split second he thought of the box Harry had described as being confiscated.

"Potter's culinary skills are really impressive. It seems that if he loses his job as a savior, he can still compete with the house elves for a job." Snape put down his teacup and did not forget to sneer at the unlucky Harry who was not here.

"You ate all the chocolate." Snape looked at his older self in amazement, "How did you eat all this chocolate?" His tone had the richness of teenage emotion, manifested in stunned--if he could match The last idiot-like expression is even more vivid.

But he didn't, all his expressions were restrained, and the pearly white painted him with a protective color.But Snape was still able to tell that he was not the same as when he first appeared in front of him a week ago, or even more than a month ago.

"Do you think I'll leave it to you?" Snape replied with the same expressionless face. He looked at the translucent ghost boy covered in a white halo in front of him. This ghost skin still couldn't confuse him.

"You've learned Occlumency," he said with certainty.

"Ah, you finally found out. I have been using it for two days. After conquering the most difficult part, this magic is very fast to learn. It is not a very difficult magic. It can only be said that it requires the caster's brain There's a level of understanding of how it works." Snape said, "It's going to take time to study. And now I think all that's left is to get used to it, and using it to make potions isn't too bad." He chuckled slightly. The corner of his mouth, "Harry would love those potions used on him." There was a smug look on his empty face, like a self-confessed winner.

Children of this age are so easily satisfied, it is so childish that it hurts the eyes.

"That's why you learned Occlumency?" Snape narrowed his eyes, like a cobra raised up in anger.

"No, to be precise, I learned this magic in order to teach Harry Occlumency instead of you." Snape smirked, "So I want to learn it as quickly as possible, and now you don't need to teach it anymore haha Occlumency." He stared indifferently at the poor, unloved older man in front of him.

He comes up to this loser as a victor, and floats up to look down on him from a height using his most hated ghost-state traits.

He's been more successful than him, and he's also now learned Occlumency, so he can take his place.And Harry didn't need his Potions professor anymore, he just needed his boyfriend to teach him what he needed.

They don't need extra people to interrupt their time.

"If you can convince Dumbledore, but first you have to appear in front of him." Snape suppressed his anger, and he turned into an extinct volcano with no possibility of eruption again, extremely calm.

Ha, now he was pretty sure he was nothing like this young Potter-obsessed fool in front of him.

The next day, Snape blankly tore apart the mirror who was complaining about the bags under his eyes from staying up late.

He needs a mirror that quietly loves to pretend to be a Muggle mirror!

And this morning he's teaching fifth year Gryffindors, and if Potter is late, he'll let the hormone-filled little bastard clean the entire Hogwarts men's room, draining his excess energy—maybe His bent waist can be straightened.

And at this moment, a flame was lit in the fireplace.

"Good morning, Severus, is it convenient for you now?" Dumbledore's voice came from the flames.

Snape put down his half-drinked coffee, he waved away his dissatisfaction with being interrupted, and frowned slightly, "Albus, I hope you really have something important to bother me at this moment, otherwise I will To show you the correct way to do things that are not urgent, such as delaying the supply of spring cold medicine to the school doctor's office for a few days."

If he could threaten the thick-skinned Dumbledore so easily, he probably wouldn't be the greatest white wizard of the 20th century.

Dumbledore came out of the fireplace, dressed up as a walking Christmas tree in a green robe, a forest green hat, and various candy canes with bows hanging from his beard.

"I heard that Harry has a boyfriend." Dumbledore stroked his beard sadly, "Have you heard about it?"

"No." Snape was expressionless, "Whether Potter is straight or not has nothing to do with me." He didn't even give Dumbledore a look, it seems that he really has no interest in this news and has nothing to do with it. No opinion.

"I heard that his boyfriend has auburn hair. Could it be from the Weasley family?" Dumbledore continued talking about the gossip he had heard.

Snape's eyes twitched, "It's not impossible."

What spell had Potter cast on the young man?

The author has something to say:

Harry · can't be enchanted · can't force ghosts · has no Veela blood · Potter: What I do now is very suitable for my age.Ginny has her third boyfriend, and I'm the first... Wait, Prince, listen to me, you're the last, really, I won't have a second boyfriend! (eaten and wiped clean)