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"As you can see, I'm done."

Snape embraced Harry with one arm, pulled him into his arms, and lifted up the clear crystal bottle he had been holding with the other. Inside was a pale golden liquid, shining brightly under the light, reflecting a gentleness like Its name befits its utility.

He opened the potion and placed the bottle in front of Harry's eyes.

Harry stared blankly at the potion bottle that was only about a centimeter away from his lips. If his prince's hand trembled, wouldn't it stick to his lips?

"Would you like to drink now?" Harry was a little dazed, although he did agree to it, and he thought about it for a whole week, but—but he really thought it was far away from him, about Tomorrow's kind of tomorrow.

Instead of the current situation, when the potion is ready, he has to drink it - and then tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, he will welcome a strange resident in his stomach!

This was an unprecedentedly bad imagining, and even facing Voldemort directly could not make him so stunned that his mind went blank.

"You're sorry," Snape said, eyelids drooping, and he glanced down at Harry. "I know it's been really hard for you." He seemed to be taking the bottle away.

"No, it's not!" Harry immediately reached out and grabbed Snape's hand holding the medicine bottle, pushed the mouth of the bottle towards him with all his heart, and poured the medicine into his mouth.

He drank the potion in one gulp, and he didn't have time to think about its taste, all he knew was that the cold liquid flowed down his esophagus into his stomach without leaving a single drop.

After it was over, Harry licked his lips, "Strawberry?" he asked in surprise.

The corners of Snape's lips curled up slightly, and he picked Harry up by the waist and walked towards the four-poster bed wrapped in dark green velvet.

"The effect will be released slowly over an hour, and you should notice a little discomfort." So it's better to lie down.

"Is this what you call a little discomfort?" Harry rolled back and forth on the bed clutching his cramped stomach, biting his lip, his little face was as pale as if he had been given a mischievous stomachache potion—if he hadn't been convinced that Pu Lin Si won't make fun of this, he will definitely cast a curse on him!

"Oh, my stomach is so hot! Merlin! I must have a fever." This side effect is not a bit!

Within a few minutes, Harry was sweating profusely, as if he had just collapsed after a hearty Quidditch, exhausting his energy.

"This potion works on your belly, it's going to be here," Snape placed his hand on Harry's stomach where the pain was most concentrated, "making a magic womb, so it's going to hurt a little bit, bear with it," he said He put his hand there carefully as if he was afraid of damaging the masterpiece of potion, then lowered his head and kissed Harry's forehead.

But Harry didn't like this kind of tenderness, he had suffered enough!Merlin's broken bottle!Will he still play the rest of the semester?

Harry frowned, and the yelling in his mouth stopped, and after a while, as the pain subsided, it turned into another undulating whimper that surged abnormally with light panting heat.

His sweaty hand grasped Snape's.

"Yes, it's a little strange."

Harry hummed dissatisfiedly, like a dissatisfied child, looking at Snape flushed.

Sweat makes him look like smoked salmon soaked in olive oil, fat enough to match with the best cheese and wine that can make people smoky red just by smelling it.

Harry was placed in the right position and his limbs were stretched out, like bonito flakes dancing in a buttered frying pan, or like a series of Maillard reactions that occur when bread and properly heated butter come into contact with each other. It has a caramel-like sweetness, and the color of the skin is just right to match it, reminiscent of a good sweetness.

Snape kissed his sweaty brow seductively.

"Don't worry, Harry. You can close your eyes and leave everything to me." Snape's gaze slowly scanned Harry below him, and the heat that hit his face almost fainted him like the flu.

He reached out his hand and opened it.They are like toasted caramel-like bread meeting hot dogs, the Maillard reaction is vividly reflected in them, the blending of liquids is like butter added to a frying pan, with a sizzling sound, the aroma is overflowing, and the taste buds are noisy appetite.In the end, of course, the mayonnaise almost overflowed, causing Muyuhua's dance to stop, and she was so satisfied that her breath was full of sweetness after eating.

This is just a short meal, like an hors d'oeuvres.

It was so hot that Snape was almost swallowed by the tide.

He panted and calmed down, looking down at Harry who had already fallen into a daze.

He was so enthusiastic that he almost couldn't help it—suddenly he stretched out his hand to cover his nose, and the heat flowed out from the nasal cavity, staining the red color of his hand.

Snape cast a Healing Charm on his nose with a deadpan expression.

"Quick, hurry up, Prince, I..." Harry couldn't help but close his eyes, his mouth opened and closed, and kept spitting out his heat.

Snape covered his mouth and turned Harry over to kiss him on the lobe of his ear.

"Don't talk, Harry. I'm afraid I didn't make enough throat drops in advance."

"I hope you can give me a good reason. Could it be that you who have become a ghost have even forgotten the time of work and rest of human beings?"

Snape folded his hands on his chest, with a face full of dissatisfaction with disturbed sleep, staring straight at a certain teenager painted with pearl white ghost paint who came out of the study door, like a flame two-headed snake that started to breathe fire .

"I really didn't know you would put a warning spell on the door. This is a good way." Snape was very calm, and in a learned tone, it seemed that he was going to give himself a set of security precautions in the future, You have to take precautions.

He glanced at the clock. It was half past two in the morning, which was really not a good time.

But he didn't apologize, "Tomorrow is Saturday, you can sleep a little longer." He smirked, "I'm temporarily requisitioning this study, if you don't want Harry to find him in the cellar when he wakes up, then take it as his own." This door doesn't exist."

"Is the Requirement Room not enough for you?" Snape frowned fiercely, his head buzzing from lack of sleep, as if a wasp's nest had been stuffed into it.

"DA club activities." Snape's face was tense, he didn't like this club that took up Harry's time, almost every day he would babble about everything about this club.

"By the way, do you still have new pajamas?" he added.

Then a curse was ushered in, passing through his translucent body, the bottle on the display cabinet behind him hit the spell, and the glass bottle burst.He looked back at the mucus that was dripping from the cabinet and the ground. The eyes of the one-eyed beast that had been soaked fell on the cabinet. It was so desolate.

"Then I'll take the old one," said Snape, and it was none of his business whether the older man was in menopause, or if he was so pissed off that he was going to take away his Slytherin points.

All he cared about now was that Harry needed a clean spare pajamas.

At the DA party on Saturday morning, Hermione looked around but didn't see Harry.

"Anyone see Harry?" Hermione found Ron who was standing with Neville.

They were teaching Luna how to cast the Bat Spirit Curse, Lavender was lying on Ron's shoulders, the two ignored the other people's stickiness, and Ginny was the most reliable of these people, Neville and Ron They are all watching how she teaches Luna.

"No." Ron shook his head.

Ginny stopped what she was doing, looking very concerned, "Is Harry still here?"

"Maybe he is with his girlfriend. They seem to have been separated for a while, but he keeps saying that there is no separation, and they are probably clinging again." Ron shrugged, "You know couples in love always do this."

"It's Qiu Zhang?" Ginny's message was obviously lagging behind.

"No, we don't know who it is. Harry's tight-lipped," said Neville.

Ginny wanted to ask more, but her boyfriend came over, and she was in the middle of a hot fight with her new boyfriend, which showed that she was still very gossip.

"What are you doing? Why don't you go to practice when the Quidditch field is empty?" Snape descended on the Slytherin common room like a dark cloud, facing the one who was lying down and sitting enjoying the rare rest time. The group of boys and girls roared.

"Dean, it's still Saturday morning, and the Gryffindors are all having DA tutoring. It won't be too late for us to occupy the venue in the afternoon." Draco coughed, and as the focus of everyone, he raised his head reservedly. The chin is like a proud peacock.

Apparently he thought he had good reason.

"They are all training in DA, so you can drink tea and gossip? Slytherin deducted 10 points. Everyone, let me go to practice! If you don't get the Academy Cup this school year, you all clean the corridor for me!" Sne Pu sneered, "Move quickly! If your laziness becomes a disease, I don't mind giving you extra homework, after all, you are all so lazy that you are paralyzed into mud." He glared at Clark and Goyle who were sitting and sleeping, The two immediately stood up cleverly, standing as straight as a broom handle.

Young birthday!The dean even deducted points from Slytherin house!

Everyone screamed in their hearts, as if a wildfire spread to their entire academy and was set on fire.Then under the pressure of the unhappy Snape, he went to the empty Quidditch field for devil training.

Hopefully, their painstaking efforts could outweigh the Gryffindor Golden Seeker's talent - well, if only Harry had a sense of being pregnant, but Snape seriously doubted that he had such a sense as a child.

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How to make Takoyaki:

Thick and long lavender octopus tendrils are stuffed into a ball of wet white batter, and after a few kneading, the hot oil sizzles, the batter absorbs the wet liquid, and suddenly turns caramel color under the Maillard reaction. Strong aroma, the octopus feet are perfectly wrapped, as the heat rises, the cabbage overflows with water, squeezed out of the batter, mixed with the hot oil, the water vapor and the aroma of the oil are mixed, the smell is rich and sweet .Finally, it was topped with white mayonnaise, and Muyuhua was curled up as exhausted as if she had finished a game of Quidditch.The plump mayonnaise drips under gravity.