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"Professor, are you waiting for me?" Why were only him and Snape left when he came out?

Harry walked towards Snape, who was pulled by the arm as soon as he got close.

"Come with me, boy." Snape roughly tugged Harry by the arm, pushed him into the fireplace, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, and returned to his office after a brief trip.

"Potter, if you don't take that piece of meat in your stomach seriously, then make the best choice." Snape threw away Harry's hand like trash, and he strode towards the storage cabinet , aiming to pick up a potion.

"How can you describe her like that? My little sweetheart is not a piece of meat in your mouth! Her name is Christina or Daisy? Phoebe is fine too!" Harry shouted dissatisfiedly, he touched Snape's indifferent black His eyes froze, like curled plants that lack water and haven't basked in the sun well.

"Okay, these don't sound good, I will come up with a good name." He touched his stomach comfortingly.

In the past month, he only felt a little firmness in his abdomen and no other changes, but he knew that he needed to treat her with special care.

Girls need to be held in the palm of their hands and cared for carefully.

Snape put the potion in Harry's hand.

"Drink it." His tone was so cold that it seemed to frost the surface of his skin.

Harry opened the potion, he paused when he was about to drink it, and re-leveled the potion, he stared at it carefully, looked at its color through the glass bottle, and sniffed it carefully with his nose, Then he coughed and pulled away in disgust.

Oops!He seems to want to throw up again!

"What's this?" Harry put the bottle of unnamed potion on the coffee table, holding back the feeling of vomiting, and curled up on the sofa with his hands on his stomach, keeping away as if the potion could kill him.

"This is not a nutritional potion." Harry was absolutely sure.But now he didn't want to doubt Snape, and only Snape knew about him and Prince. Who else could help him besides Snape?

"It seems that you did learn a lot during that time. I didn't say it was a nutritional potion." Snape sneered, and he walked up to pick up the bottle of potion and put it back in front of Harry.

But Harry just didn't want to reach out to take it, his hands were clasped tightly on his stomach, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Potter, it's your best bet, once and for all. If you're going to play that damn Quidditch."

"Professor, I have a stomachache." Harry's face was pale and his voice was thin and trembling.

He looked helplessly at the only person who could help him at this moment, his eyes were moist and reflected a crystal light.If only the younger one was in front of him.Surely his prince would have helped him instead of persuading him to drink that damn potion for his own good.

Snape's expression changed in an instant. He put the potion back on the coffee table, turned and walked back to the storage cabinet in a hurry.

Harry took a breath, and he endured the discomfort and quickly threw the bottle of potion that he would never touch into the trash can.

"Potter, the fate of pretending to be sick in front of me is not a joke, maybe you are eager to experience it now." Snape brought back the potion, he glanced at the potion in the trash can, narrowed his eyes He got up and stared at Harry shivering on the sofa.

"I didn't." Harry pouted.The air is so weak that it seems to be acting like a baby.

He wasn't being coquettish to Snape!Harry coughed, making his voice thicker.It's a pity that his voice-changing period has changed due to pregnancy, so that his voice is still as crisp as before the voice-changing period.

"I do have a stomachache!" He said confidently.

"Drink your potion." Snape handed the potion to Harry.

"What's this?" Harry stared suspiciously at the potion in front of him, it did look different but he couldn't take it lightly.

"It seems that our savior in his childhood needs a group of people to coax him to take the medicine. I'll invite Madam Pomfrey to watch and take care of you." Snape sarcastically said.

"I don't need it!" Harry yelled and immediately took the potion, his heart beating but he still drank it in one gulp.

He smacked his lips, and was surprised to find that the potion was strawberry-flavored, and his stomach was much better after taking it, and the warm pain in his abdomen disappeared.

"Why is it strawberry?" Harry hesitated.

"Pregnant women's special potion is used to prevent morning sickness. After brewing, it will lose its taste. When drinking, it will show the taste that the drinker likes." Snape explained impatiently, his tone was as flat as an endorsement and he didn't say a word.

Harry snorted, a little dazed.At this moment he missed his prince very much.He really didn't want to face a cold greasy old bat!He touched his stomach, which felt much better, and the uneasiness in his heart subsided.

"Now I'll cast you a Detection Charm," said Snape, drawing out his wand and casting the spell on Harry.

Harry stared dissatisfied at Snape who didn't give him time to prepare, "So what's the result? Will there be any problem with the child?" He became panicked when he said the last sentence, and the more he thought about it, the more worried he became.

"Potter, if you're not playing tricks on your professor, then your IQ is indeed below the passing line - can't you tell the difference between a stomachache and a stomachache?" Snape called the Hogwarts house-elf expressionlessly, "Prepare a nutritious meal for Potter."

"Okay, Professor Snape!" The house-elf obediently snapped and disappeared, and appeared again with delicious food a minute later.

"As well as your nutritional potion, don't worry it's for pregnant women." Snape put another bottle of potion on the dinner plate, "We'll talk about the prohibitions on early pregnancy after you get rid of these, that's right, just like you As expected, your favorite Quidditch will definitely miss you."

The more he looked at this old bastard's face, the more he couldn't help but want to jump up and fight him!

Harry gasped for breath and looked down at the food piled up on the entire dinner plate. His "nutritious meal" really lived up to the name.

"I can't eat that much." Harry picked up the knife and fork with difficulty.

"Madame Pomfrey must have been surprised that there are still students who are malnourished at Hogwarts. Wizards don't have the morbid aesthetics of Muggles. I have a good way to make you open your mouth and eat this meal that suits your age." A nutritious meal for your appetite, if you really want a little 'help'." Snape called for a chair, and the piles of homework and quills and ink on the desk flew over, and he sat down. Holding a piece of homework between two fingers, he picked up the quill pen and dipped the ink bottle floating in mid-air to start correcting the homework. This series of actions is really very elegant.

Harry was puzzled as to how Snape managed to do such a casual yet imposing gesture, so sexy that he could eat a whole leg of lamb.

"I don't need potion, I can take it myself." Harry curled his lips. He looked at the pile of dinner plates in front of him, and put the corn chowder in front of him first.He scooped up a spoonful of the steaming rich milky soup and blew it before stuffing it into his mouth. The sweetness was just right, and he had to say that this nutritious meal was quite to his appetite.

Merlin's flat belly!He is really hungry!

Maybe it was Snape sitting right in front of him, the pressure building up.Maybe it's Snape's sexy sitting that really whets the appetite.In short, Harry finally stuffed all the food into his stomach. He patted his somewhat congested chest, picked up the bottle of nutritional potion and gulped it down, finally belching loudly.

So Snape dropped the homework in his hands after marking the marks smoothly, causing the parchment to float to the stack of completed homework.His hands were simply folded together on his crossed legs, and he leaned back against the back of the chair.

Harry noticed that his fingers were as long and well-boned as Prince's, less baby fat than they had been when he was younger.

Thin and sharper.It was like a lone sharp dagger stuck there, no one could get close to him.

"Okay, Potter," Snape said. "Your justification for your actions will begin now." He had an air of listening.

"Justification?" Harry was surprised, then he thought for a while, then nodded, "I really can't just eat a piece of jam toast for breakfast just because I don't like the smell of milk." He glanced at Snape, his back unconsciously His hairs began to tremble, he licked his lips and added, "I shouldn't invert 270 degrees and fall vertically from a height of more than ten meters to chase the Snitch when my stomach feels uncomfortable. It will really aggravate my nausea." The face is disapproving, usually he can do it ten times in a row without nausea.

"That's a profound justification," said Snape dryly, staring indifferently at the little bastard who didn't take that piece of meat in his belly seriously.

"I thought you wanted to take the opportunity to shake the meat out of your stomach." Snape sneered, "otherwise, how could you have no scruples to do dangerous things that are forbidden for pregnant women?"

"Hey! I'm a man! And Quidditch isn't dangerous," Harry retorted.

Snape calmly shut the little bastard's mouth with facts, "According to statistics, Quidditch is the most dangerous sporting event with the highest probability of injury. The Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic stipulates that pregnant women are prohibited from touching Quidditch."

"They don't know I have a child!" Now it was Harry's turn to be dumbfounded. He thought hard to find an excuse, and soon thought of his adventures on the night he and Prince parted, "And Prince and I He didn't say anything when he flew to see the moon! We still fell from a height of [-] meters, even so, Dad's little sweetheart is still fine!"

Harry patted his belly proudly, "She must also like to fly, I think this is the most suitable prenatal education!" It seems that it is not suitable for prenatal education now - but what the hell!Anyway, it is impossible for a single virgin old bat to read the novice mother's parenting guide.

"Potter, in the next period of time, as long as your hand and your broom are in any way intimate contact, then I have to force you to drink that potion once and for all." Harry's innocent words seemed to please Snape, making him laugh horribly, "After all we both know you're not going to be a good mother or father at your age, and it's good for you and that piece of meat."

Harry's back became stiff, and his stomach seemed to be a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but put his hand on his chest and touched it, and his little face turned slightly pale.

"Don't try to pour me that potion!" Harry sniffed, and he covered his stomach with his hands. "It's the only thing he left me." His lips were trembling, even though Voldemort was He was not afraid of long speeches in front of him and killing people and bleeding him, but now he is really afraid.

"I also thought that if we get along well, I will let you be the godfather of the child." Harry looked at Snape with a condemning look, but in fact his condemnation was not enough, his eyes were moist and soft , His thorns all softened and collapsed.

After all, he is no longer alone. Conceiving life is a very magical magic. It can make people weak and strong.Of course, it will also affect the transformation of a rebellious lion into a docile and well-behaved kitten.

"What makes you crazy enough to think I'm going to be Potter's godfather?" Snape sneered.

He got up, "Then Potter, give up your sweet dreams, let's be realistic. Confinement after school every day, no Quidditch training, and next week's Academy Cup finals, you should sit on the bench obediently, I will let Ponfour Mrs. Lei told Minerva about your malnutrition, and I believe your dean will also think that you are in poor condition and refuse you to play."

Harry stared hard at Snape's back, as if poking holes in him!He was really afraid that he couldn't help but pounce on this old bastard!

The author has something to say:

Professor: Potter is really disturbing.

Harry bit Snape's shoulder: woo woo woo (old bastard!)

Professor: Be good (reached out and touched Harry's fur with a blank face)