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"What about Defense Against the Dark Arts? I remember you had this class yesterday."

Sanpe silently looked at Harry in front of him, his eyes were not as deep as before because of the pearly white phantom body, and the oppressive gloom disappeared under the moonlight-like luster.

Harry even thought he liked the way Snape looked at him, calm and focused, especially when there were only the two of them in this room, he would often lose track of time, miss the pink lady frog and the disgusting big bat outside.

If Prince had been alive, they would have been close friends, and he could have introduced him to Ron and Hermione, but now he can't - Prince doesn't like crowds, and he doesn't like Grimm either. ryffindor.And he was actually a Slytherin.

Take a look at the tutorial room he arranged, it is always the kind of eerie dark green that Slytherins will like, accompanied by fresh green and silver gray, it makes people feel cold, even though the fireplace is lit in the room, Harry still feels inexplicable It felt cold, but gradually he got used to it—as long as his friends liked it.

"With Umbridge in that class, it can only be a self-study class." Harry couldn't help sighing, and his whole face creased unconsciously when he mentioned the pink frog. He still remembered the first day of school Put in detention by Miss Pink, she even used black magic on him - but after that he met Prince, his friend.

"I heard you complain, and I wonder if you have a hobby of complaining to strangers?" Snape naturally thought of the first day he drifted into this era and had a big fight with him in this era and went out from there, bored Wandering around the castle, only to come across this stupid Potter who literally catches someone and uses him as a mental trash can.

"I'm sorry." Harry blushed, and now he realized his faux pas.

Snape snorted coldly.

"Your apology is as light as the snow that drifts into the house. Everyone has to forgive you, but why?"

"Then how do you want me to apologize?" Harry couldn't help but ask back after being said so. He did apologize seriously, but he couldn't stand Prince's strange temper—maybe it was because of this that his friend would not Like crowds?

Again, Harry felt he shouldn't have asked, Prince's character was like this, he could bear it - his friends were his friends anyway, and if he forced Prince to change to suit his preferences, then Isn't it just bullying him?

Snape stared at Harry icily, his pearly whiteness made the gaze cold rather than cold, and Harry was shocked to see it.

"Now we can't learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, what should OWL do?" Harry licked his lips and brought the topic back to learning. He knew that Prince also cared about this, maybe this is why he was a ghost obsession? ——Because he didn't make it to the OWL?

"Ah, I guess you don't have the word self-taught in your head, everything depends on others to stuff knowledge into your head, naturally superior?" Snape continued to sneer.

But under the perennial attack of the old bat, Harry's immunity to this has improved a lot, not to mention that he is facing his friend now-his friend is right no matter what he says, it is obvious that Prince Really beat around the bush to remind him that he should learn by himself.

"You're right, oh, Prince, you're so smart!" Harry jumped up from the sofa, he wanted to give Prince a hug, but was caught by the pearl when he was about to touch him White stopped.

His friend is a ghost!His hands would just go through him and make both him and his friends feel bad.He remembered the cold mist, he didn't know if the ghost could feel it, if he could always feel the coldness on his body, how uncomfortable it would be!

"Yeah, I can teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts just like you taught me Potions before! - I think I'm pretty good at that." Harry looked Snape straight in the eyes, and he raised his eyebrows. The corner of the mouth is smiling very cutely.He added, lest his friends think he was arrogant.

"I don't have a wand." Snape scowled.

"Look at my gestures, just follow me and wave! Prince, you can definitely learn it just by looking at it, you are so smart!" Harry said excitedly, and he went to the place where he specially cleaned up. The empty and undecorated place is especially suitable for practicing spells.

He looked at Snape expectantly, as if asking why he didn't come.

So Snape came over slowly, watching as Harry began to "teach" the first Charm.

"You swung your hand too hard, and you won't be able to take it back in time. You'll be dead when you're fighting someone else." Snape commented with just one glance.

"I take back what I said earlier, I'm really too arrogant." Harry exhaled, his wand hand drooped, and he tilted his head to look at Snape, with a smile on his lips, "But I'm right, You are the smartest person I have ever met!" Those eyes were shining brightly, shining with the brilliance of stars.

The corners of Snape's mouth turned up slightly, but remained flat.He was almost used to the strange thing of being praised by a Potter.

Gryffindor used to use this method to paralyze others.Did what Potter said pass through his brain? —he had to wonder.

They practiced for a while, originally Harry had boasted that he would teach Snape, but in the end he was taught by the almighty Prince.

Time passed again unconsciously, and soon it was nearly nine o'clock, and it was time for Harry to go back.

"Self-study is really a great idea," Harry blinked, and suddenly his mind flashed, "I think we can expand the scope of self-study."

"Huh?" Snape responded to a question indifferently, his brows and eyes were full of laziness, and he seemed not interested in Harry's proposal - Potter was always so surprised, his amazing There are always new things coming out of his brain, but his freshness of those new things often doesn't last long.

"I mean we can set up a help club, so that everyone can participate, good grades help poor grades, so that everyone can pass OWL!" The more Harry thought about it, the more excited he became, he couldn't help rushing Gryffindor dormitory rocks Ron up for their fellowship arrangement.

"It's you, not me." Snape pointed this out, frowning.

Potter could do anything, but he wouldn't be among them.

"Well, without you. But it's an idea you gave me, and I'm going to tell Ron and Hermione—let's say a friend of mine came up with it." Harry nodded, smiling broadly. Both eyes were fixed on Snape.

He paused and then said, "Is there anything you want or can I help you?"

"After all these days, you finally thought of paying my tuition?" Snape sneered.

Harry blushed, "I just wanted to say thank you, thank you." His drooping eyelids sneaked up again to look at Snape, and when he realized that Snape wasn't really angry, he became bolder again, and looked at it openly and enthusiastically. to his friend.

"If you really want to thank me," Snape paused, he remembered the few books he wanted to find in the library, and of course he wouldn't help him in this time and space, "then there is indeed something You can do it."

Harry immediately nodded and agreed, "Even if you ask me to steal Snape's potions book, I will help you." He thought for a while, and the only thing Prince could love was potions, so it was just a few This book—at best, deduct academic points and then go to confinement.

"No, but it is indeed a book - in the restricted area of ​​the library." Snape's mouth twitched a few times, maintaining his indifference.

What a daring Potter, actually trying to steal his book!But for his sake, he pretended he didn't hear this sentence.

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It is currently the Saturday of the first week of school, and the setting is that the first day is Tuesday.Would I say they are almost glued together?