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On Monday morning, when the bell rang for the imminent class of the first class, Harry dragged his feet in wearily, step by step, in slow motion. His feet were like soft cloth dolls filled with cotton, shaking uncontrollably Confused about whether he is recovering from a serious illness.

The school bell rang as soon as he reached Ron.

"Dude, where have you been? Why do I feel like you're going to collapse?" Ron was very friendly and helped Harry up, but he pushed his hand away.

"I'm fine." Harry's face was expressionless, and his voice was slightly hoarse, but he had already entered a period of voice change, and it was normal to have a drake voice.

Prince's potion is indeed amazing.And his physical strength is also extraordinary.Harry just felt that this weekend was spent in a dream, as long as he woke up, he had been forced or offered to accept some enthusiasm that he deeply longed for.

And when he woke up in the morning, he only felt that his mind and sex had been separated into two separate entities, even though the pain in his whole body had been eliminated by his prince's medicine.

Perhaps this is the sequelae of oversatisfaction?That was all Harry could think.

"You didn't even go to the DA party!" Ron didn't dare to yell, he could only lip-sync with an exaggerated expression.

"I have other things," said Harry, still blank, he was so sleepy, he pestered Prince until he passed out last night, and Prince gave him a shot of energy before rushing to class Potion, so that he can cheer up to class.

But of course his prince hoped that he could skip class and get a good night's sleep. It would be best if he could get enough rest in the past few days, and he would be able to know whether the birth potion had worked on the seventh day after he had taken care of his body.

"Very important," Harry added before yawning protractedly.

Afterwards, the spirit potion was like a rope that would lift him up so that he would not fall to the bottom of the lake of sleep, it was really uncomfortable.So after two classes, he was persuaded by Ron and Hermione to go to the school infirmary.

"Mr. Potter, are you staying up late to study on weekends? Why don't you have a good rest?" Madam Pomfrey led Harry to an empty bed with a worried and accusing tone.

"Madame Pomfrey, I suddenly understand that everything has a time point, and our time is not endless. Even if something is very important on a rest day, we still have to do our best to finish it." Harry clicked Yawning, the corners of his eyes wet, he took off his glasses and almost fell headlong on the bed.

Madam Pomfrey held him and helped him lie down.

"Nonsense! The most important thing for you students is to study! The most important thing for you in the near future is OWLs - but there are still two months left! Don't forget to eat and sleep because of this!" She preached and covered Harry thoughtfully. Quilt, pull up the bed curtain.

No!There are many other important things.

His lover is leaving, and all he can do is...

Harry closed his eyes, maybe he could feel the magic in his belly, the magical magic protecting a bud of life there.

"Potter, are you confinement addicted? I'm not your headmaster who can tolerate all kinds of little problems of his golden boy." Snape opened the door and looked mockingly at Harry who still came to disturb him after school.

"The live research sample that was delivered to my door, I thought you would want to study the scar on my forehead." Harry was not at all sarcastic, and he walked in with a calm expression.

His immunity has reached a new level - maybe he can survive the poisonous tongue immunity after eating too much Severus' saliva?

"I thought you would bother him. After all, he will listen to your words 100% and will work hard to fulfill your wishes, and he will never tire of it." Snape mentioned the young him with a cold face.

"I don't want to disturb him, Professor." Harry looked at the familiar eerie Potions Professor's office, and then fixed his eyes on the study door, and he looked away calmly.

"So you came to bother me, disrespecting the professor, 10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Snape's face was stiff, as if he had just walked into the house from a world of ice and snow, mixed with ice slag.

"You really don't want to study the scar on my forehead, Professor." Harry turned to Snape.

Snape took a step back, as if seeing a scourge, but quickly strode forward and led Harry to the desk, then turned and drew his wand.

"Come here, Potter." Snape said impatiently, "Don't waste my time, it's more precious than you think."

Harry had to get closer, he could smell the bitter potion smell on Snape's body, which was stronger than Prince's.He couldn't help but get closer, and involuntarily let go of his guard.

It was as if she was about to fall into his arms.

Snape held Harry's shoulders with both hands and swung him out a little and stood up straight. His hand stroked the scar through the air, and he tentatively touched it after confirming that the dark magic fluctuations on it were almost gone.

"Okay, now let's talk about your dream, from the beginning, try your best to recall, don't miss a single detail." Snape pondered.

For several days after school, Harry went to find Snape.He repeated the dream over and over again, until he almost vomited himself—it was definitely not because, because the lump in his stomach was not even the size of a bean now!It is also possible that the potion failed, after all, Prince is not that talented to make such a magical potion—well, considering that he will become a potion master in the future, such a genius should not fail.

So he suggested to Snape, use the Pensieve and they just look at the damn memories.

But Snape refused!

"Why do I have to watch your terrible dreams?" Snape's voice was like that tangled thread, dazzling and disturbing to the point of displeasure.

"Give me a reason, Potter. You are the one who has come to find me and force me to help you solve this matter. And your attitude doesn't look like you want someone else."

damn it!All the time he was thinking of beating up the old bastard!

Prince must not grow up to be like this!Otherwise he would have to get a divorce—no, they weren't married.

All Harry thought was that he was being tortured to the point of insanity by the old bastard.

Therefore, he could only endure Snape's ridicule - the most amazing thing was that he could come up with new words every time and find out new points of view to satirize him.

He bet no one could stand Snape!Who knew what had stimulated him as a child to become the cold, emotionless freak he is now?

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