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After leaving Mrs. Puddiffe's teahouse, Harry finally didn't mention Lily again. He carefully put a protective spell on the first bouquet he received, which was his favorite lily, and then shrunk it down and put it in his pocket—holding a bouquet of flowers. A bouquet of lilies walking down the street was too eye-catching, and he didn't want Ron and the others to find out that he was dating some ghost.

"Let's go next..." Snape still wanted to salvage today's date, recalling what was in the date guide.But before he could continue, he was interrupted.

"Let's go on an adventure!" Harry suddenly looked at Snape excitedly, "The Shrieking Shack is that famous haunted place! You should have heard of it, right?" He was suddenly a little uncertain, because if Pu If Lince was really a student 40 years ago, he would have to explain all the rumors about the Shrieking Shack to him.

"I've heard of it." Snape said stiffly, he wouldn't believe in hauntings - there were so many ghosts in Hogwarts, wizards still believed in hauntings!One really has to wonder if their IQs are all taxed to the Ministry of Magic and squandered by the same brainless Ministry of Magic.

"That's great! Let's go and have a look!" Harry happily dragged Snape towards the eerie Shrieking Shack, completely unaware that the man he was pulling was getting stiffer and stiffer. facial muscles.

Now they were standing right in front of the Shrieking Shack, facing a clump of shrubs whose leaves had fallen and were tangled with dead branches.

"I came here when I was in the third grade, and then I knew the secret of the Shrieking Shack." Harry looked at the lonely log cabin with emotion, and he asked coldly when he turned his head to look at the expressionless Snape Said, "You are not afraid, are you?"

Snape, who was forced to come over to visit the haunted house, glared at this action-oriented little bastard who was always doing whatever he wanted.

"By the way, you are a ghost, and ghosts are not afraid of ghosts." Harry muttered to himself, "Don't worry, there are no ghosts here." He patted Snape on the shoulder.

"How are you going to get in?" As far as he knew there was no way to get into the shack from Hogsmeade, but it certainly looked like Harry knew how to get in. Snape crossed the love guide in his mind, and decided to throw that book into his bookshelf in this time and space when he went back, hoping to make some use of it.

"There's a secret passage, and I happen to know about it." Harry said, pulling Snape around the dead branch in front of him, and when he reached the rose bush that was taller than a person, there was a person hidden behind this bush. The man-made space through which the twins first discovered it, and told Ron who wanted to venture into the Screaming Shack but couldn't get in.

At the end of this shrub-weaving passage are pine trees planted next to the sheds. Over 20 years have passed, and the shadows of these pine trees with their branches and leaves are like wild beasts covering them.

Harry searched under the tree, then opened the trapdoor, and the smell of damp moss billowed from within.

"Let's go," said Harry.

Snape could only follow along, and now he had no resistance at the beginning, he listened quietly to Harry telling him how he knew about the Screaming Shack, so he had to mention Lupine who was in Defense Against the Dark Arts and the Blake, who escaped from Azkaban, and Peter, the traitor of the quartet.

"...Snape was there too, he protected us." Harry omitted the werewolf about Remus, and his mind flashed back to the time, including the old bat standing in front of them and raising his wand To Sirius.

Snape was a bit of a professor at the time, if he hadn't deducted 50 points from each of them after the fact.

Snape's eyelids trembled when he heard this, and he looked at Harry in front of him with a gloomy expression.

"So you've changed your mind about him." His voice was as soft as a hand on a mockingbird's fragile neck.

Harry turned his head and looked at him in surprise, "Of course not, this all happened the year before last! Now that old bastard is getting worse and worse with Gryffindor, I think there is a reason why he has been single, who Will fall in love with such an eccentric and dark old man with a small belly! He still doesn't wash his hair!"

After he finished speaking, he turned back, walked to the end after a few steps, and opened the trap door above his head, letting fresh air and light into the moss-smelling tunnel.

He didn't notice that Snape's face behind him was so gloomy that he could write in ink.

"This is the inside of the Screaming Shack, let's go to the second floor!" Harry excitedly dragged Snape to visit after he also crawled out, as if leading him to their secret base.

It's a pity that this is no longer a secret. After the third grade, Ron talked about the secret passages of the Screaming Shack and their adventures (of course, a nonsense version) in the dormitory, and then he passed it on. I don't know how many people know this secret way.

In fact, there is nothing to visit here, the furniture is very scarce, just a cabinet, a desk and a bed with broken wooden boards, everything is broken, you can see it at a glance, even the desire to touch None.And there is a hole in the roof above their heads the size of a human face, it must be leaking in rainy days!

"Well, it's not exciting here at all." Harry took a deep breath and revisited the old place after two years. The scary atmosphere at that time probably came from the fact that they were so nervous about the rumors.

It appears that screaming shacks are not such a good idea.

Just as Harry was beating himself for his bad whim, he was suddenly pulled by Snape's arm, "Someone is coming." Snape frowned.

Footsteps are so distinct.

Harry immediately pulled Snape back and pushed him into the open cupboard, and he followed, and as the door closed, Harry cast a Locking Charm and a Soundproofing Charm on the door with his wand.

Then he realized - the cupboard was so small that he was almost curled up in Snape's arms, with his warm breath above his head.This is a closed and dark space, only the sound of each other's heartbeats can be heard, and it is getting faster and faster.

"Your heart is beating faster, Harry."

There seemed to be a charm in Snape's voice, and it was hard not to be drawn to it.And those slightly cold lips were pressed against his forehead, and the touch of the lips was transmitted from the skin on his forehead to Harry's mind, making his scalp tingle.

"Someone's out there." Harry grabbed the hand that had slipped under his sweater, but he couldn't stop the other.

"Soundproofing spell, are you a goldfish memory?" Snape reminded, breathing warmly on Harry's forehead, face and his parted lips.

Harry let go, he couldn't refuse Snape, he was forced to accept more, more plunder.

"Hey, why can't I open the cupboard door?" A boy's voice outside the door came to mind, and the cupboard door rattled.

Harry froze, his mind breaking from the euphoria and swimming ashore.

"P-Prince." Harry shook his lips, gradually recovering his numbed tongue, and he pushed the person behind him, and grabbed the hand that was stroking his tailbone.

Snape stared sullenly at the door, displeased to be interrupted, and hugged Harry tightly, wrapping him in his arms.

"They can't get in, you have to believe in magic." Snape's nose brushed lightly against Harry's cheek, and he smelled the strawberry shower gel on Harry's body.

"I thought you were going to change the body wash," he said.

"It smells good." Harry showed shyness on his face, but the space was too dark, and Harry was glad that Prince couldn't see him blushing at this moment.

The sound outside the door disappeared, and it seemed that the footsteps had also gone away.

Harry waited and waited, but he couldn't help but cling to Snape again, something was bound to happen!

"Let's get out!" Harry suggested.

Snape released him.

Harry opened the door, walked out, and came face to face with the two fourth year students who were obviously lovers - he also knew the girl, Ginny's roommate!This is really bad!

"Instant oblivion." It was as if an invisible hand took his, leading him to raise his wand and cast their newly invented spell on the two who were staring at him in amazement.

"Merlin, I used magic outside the school—wait a minute, the Screaming Shack doesn't belong outside the school." Harry scratched his hair and fell silent after being at a loss.

"Looks like the spell worked." Snape looked slowly at the two men who were frozen to stone, and in three minutes they would be back to normal with no memory of what they had seen before.

"Let's go quickly! I know there's a way to Hogwarts, they don't." Harry said, grabbing Snape and leaving the Shrieking Shack together.

After getting out of the tree hole under the Whomping Willow, Harry put one hand on the trunk of the Whomping Willow that was motionless after being pressed and scarred, panting heavily.

"Does this count as a thrilling adventure?" Harry bent down and handed Snape his hand, although it seemed that he didn't need his help at all - as expected, the ghost was physically strong, and his breathing was as smooth as before, not at all. Like coming out of the screaming shack in just 3 minutes.

Snape frowned at the familiar word, "The 100% Guide to Relationships That Works?" He uttered the title slowly.

"I read it too, this book is really reliable!" Harry narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Snape stared at him, seriously suspicious of the brain circuits of a creature like Potter.

"Then after the thrilling adventure is over, you can have a... experience like playing a quick Quidditch match." Harry was suddenly shy when he mentioned the word, and he had to skip this. word.Then he looked at the calm-faced Snape who seemed not to have heard the words.

"We can try "101 Classic Poses"." Harry said hesitantly, licking his lips and looking at Snape expectantly.

Then Harry didn't have to worry about whether his proposal would be accepted or not, he was picked up by the waist like a bag of potion ingredients about to be unwrapped.

"We can start by shutting your disturbing mouth." Snape said the words "relax", causing Harry to spread himself on top of him, and then he led him towards the castle.

He tossed the battered book into a shelf in the cellar tonight, and it turned out he didn't need it any more.

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There are more strange books on the big professor's bookshelf