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Snape didn't give him the password.

Staring at the snake-shaped handle in front of him, Harry thought for a moment before using the last password, only to actually hear the sound of the latch being tightened by the spring.

Perhaps he could figure out when and how often Snape changed his password, the thought flashed through Harry's mind, and he pushed the door open.

Snape was sitting behind his desk, looking as if he had just finished his dinner, the plate and its utensils had not yet been taken away by the house-elves.He looked up when he heard the door open, and his eyes met Harry's.

"Potter, you can't wait to come to your confinement." Snape leaned back in the chair, crossed his hands and fingers on his chest.

Harry glanced at the familiar plate - Hogwarts tableware looked like this - and then the plate disappeared.He suddenly had an idea, and said it without any hesitation, "Sometimes I miss three meals, and Prince always brings me some food. I always thought he took it from the kitchen, but House-elves don't listen to ghosts, do they?" He said what he had always wondered.

But Snape didn't reply, he was silent like a mountain that would not respond, covered with mist, so cold that it was inaccessible.But Harry clearly saw the corners of his eyes twitch, and it seemed that the source of the food had already been answered.

Well done!In the matter of deflated the old bat, Prince created a precedent!

Harry was smiling, very comfortable, this was the first time he felt a little joy in this gloomy Slytherin head's office - just as happy as he imagined beating the old bat.He walked to the desk and pulled the chair away, sitting across from Snape.

And when he saw the familiar and no longer familiar potions textbook on the table, his smile cracked.

"What is this?" He had a bad feeling.

"The content of your confinement," Snape smirked, "Potter, you don't always think that confinement is just for chatting and drinking a cup of tea? This is the confinement you asked for. If you ask a few more times, you will be able to cover the whole book." Finished copying."

Harry frowned, staring at the potions textbook with growing resentment.

"I'll talk about that later." He muttered, and then shook his hand, as if his hand was already sore.

He turned his head to look at the closed potion making room, the whole space was quiet, but he couldn't hear any sound - also, potion making has always been so quiet, except for the knife he made when he was working to cut the material The sound of the sound, and the sound of the foam bursting when the cauldron boiled, those sounds seemed to be locked in the door after passing through the door.

"He's inside." Harry said affirmatively.Now that he is not in the Response Room, Prince can only become a ghost that cannot touch anything.

"He can touch your belongings," Harry conjectured.It must be so, and Prince is not a real ghost. To some extent, he is the same person as the old bat in front of him, so Prince should be able to touch all the items in this office.

"Precise guess." Snape restrained the expression on his face, indifferently like a machine without emotion.

Maybe he used Occlumency, Harry thought to himself.

"So can he hear us talking?" Harry asked again.

"You don't want him to know that we are in the same room. This is a very dangerous idea, but Potter, I have to say that your requests can always be met." Snape said, his cold tone seemed to reveal a Share ambiguous.

Harry just felt that he was thinking too much, and he shook his shoulders to wipe away those strange thoughts.

"I don't want him to be thinking about it before he leaves," said Harry, the lashes of his upper and lower eyelids coming together and moving away as he blinked, long and fragile like pine needles drooping toward the dew-tips in the morning, "you I also know that he is leaving, he will not tell you, or he just discussed with you. And I didn't know about it until the last moment."

He would not have hoped to hear the news of his departure from Prince.Maybe he won't even be told, like his name is still just Prince.

"It seems that you still have some thinking ability. Maybe you just don't want to use it where it should be used, such as studying." Snape smirked, "And what's the meaning of what you said? Just wasting time." He didn't forget to taunt Harry.

"No, I just grabbed you impulsively and asked for this confinement. By the way, I can confirm whether Prince is here-I am relieved that he is here." Harry shrugged, his expression relaxed, But he didn't loosen his frowning eyebrows, "The thing on my forehead is like what you said, you have nothing to do, I choose to believe you - after all, if there is a way, Dumbledore will definitely help me, but he didn't And he refused to see me. But I'm glad I learned Occlumency." Harry paused, grinning, the corners of his mouth rising like a crescent moon, "Thank you, you taught it so badly Prince will help me, and he will try his best to learn it before teaching me by precept and example." When he said this, he stopped—these two were not the same person, and he repeated it in his heart again. It feels like the blood in the whole body is flowing again.

"So, I'm just going to sit and wait for you or Dumbledore to find a way to fix the contact on my forehead with that nameless person. I really can't do anything - not even Prince. Stop him." He sighed and forced a wry smile.

"I can't stop him from going back, otherwise it will be messed up, there can't be two identical souls at the same time, he is already very abnormal," Harry said, but he seemed to be just trying to convince himself.

"A rare self-knowledge," said Snape, calm as if Harry were talking about someone who had nothing to do with it. "Potter, you really can't do anything. And what matters most to you, you I didn’t mention it at all, presumably you are bound to win OWLs, all O’s are worthy of your title of savior, right? Even if you don’t get it, you still have a way to bribe the examiner.”

Harry was as white as milk with rage.

"Snape!" He bit the surname back and forth between his teeth as if he had bitten it into pieces, and then he suddenly calmed down, and he even smiled, "I know you have three moles lined up on your lower back, hot and sexy .If you don't want tomorrow's incident to be known by the whole school and top the gossip headlines for the rest of the school year, then you have to pay attention to my mood. A little carelessness makes me feel so bad that I want to find a trash can to complain about. After a while, then you can get a taste of the gossip enthusiasm of the whole school."

here you go!He could actually threaten Snape now!After Prince's potion is successful, maybe he can threaten again, forcing Snape to help him cover-but he has to be careful, in case the old bat aborts him-Harry shivered, thinking My own cranky thoughts made my heart feel tender.

The old bat shouldn't be able to do that, right?At least ask for his opinion?Harry swallowed, then swore that from tomorrow onwards, except for Potions class, he would never set foot on the stairs leading to the cellar.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, isn't he still clear about the most important thing now?

"Is there really no way to solve the thing on my forehead?" Harry licked his lips and considered, "You all came to such a conclusion without actually checking it, maybe I can cooperate with you, and we can work together to solve this problem "He is inexplicably optimistic about this. He and Prince cooperate perfectly. If it is an old bat, it was a disaster in the past, but now it can be at least half-folded, and one thing can be done by rounding it up, right?

"End of nonsense, start your confinement." Snape stared at Potter indifferently, ignoring his proposal.And before that he dared to threaten him!

With a wave of his wand, he conjured the scribe's implements in front of Harry.

Hopefully three hours of transcribing would silence his babbling, and teach Potter that when he shut up and made a show, it would be for both of them's best.

Harry hadn't seen Snape in the Great Hall or the corridors since that night.Maybe he was avoiding him on purpose, maybe he was preparing to do his own research to study the thing on his forehead - Harry really wanted to rush into the cellar and grab the old bat by the collar, what better than studying the example faster?

And he hadn't seen Prince for almost a week!Does it take that long to boil the potion?

He still went to the Response Room every day, waiting for Prince's return. He had finished reading all the books on the shelf, so he had to wear an invisibility cloak to send them back and replace them with new ones.And he went back to the dormitory after nine o'clock, and because of this, Ron chased him and asked him if he was broken in love—how could he think of falling in love?No matter how sticky the couple is, they will be separated for a while, and Prince is indeed busy.

Harry exhaled, it's been a week, and he's been thinking a lot this week, what would he do if the potion really worked? ——First of all, this matter must be hidden from Sirius!He will definitely ask the child's father, he can't conjure up a father for him!You can't tell him it's Prince, anyway, he can't say Sirius Remus!oh!Ron's big mouth, he can't tell him!

So, he couldn't tell anyone - except Snape who already knew - that he couldn't have known about the potion that Prince was brewing.The old bat let this matter go!It seems that Dumbledore may even make peace with the Dark Lord - certainly not Voldemort!

Just as Harry's divergent thinking was guessing wildly, a voice he had been expecting for a long time sounded from behind.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?... What are you thinking about?"

Harry turned around immediately, he even crawled over the back of the sofa in a hurry, almost knocked down the sofa, and came to the ghostly white boy at the fastest speed, and gave him a fist that was tight enough to suffocate the ghost. Hug - of course, he is no longer a ghost, at the moment of skin-to-skin contact, he turned back to a colorful and living person.

"Miss you." Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Oh, he should be thankful that Prince's state still has advantages, otherwise how greasy his hair would be now!Maybe it's like what he saw in the Pensieve.

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To fix a bug, copying books takes a lot of time. It may not be possible to copy [-] copies in three hours, so Harry didn't finish copying last time.

Harry is already trying to figure out a way to drag the big professor into the water to cover him up