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Outside, on the Quidditch pitch, the House Cup final was taking place, while he sat in the gloomy cellar, doing boring copying work.

Harry bit his quill, looked up and saw Snape sitting behind his desk, flipping through the potions journal.I couldn't help holding my breath in my heart.

"Professor, don't you want to watch the Quidditch final?" Harry asked, he really couldn't keep copying!Anyone who copied a week's worth of potions textbook would be miserable - and he'd already started copying it a second time!The old bastard's reasoning was bloody - "Given your poor potions grades you probably won't even pass OWL, and your Potions professor has to offer a little advice, since you don't want to use your brain Go to study, then you can only copy. Practice makes perfect, maybe you can remember it after copying it a few times."

What a fucking good suggestion!Harry dropped the quill and shook his sore wrist.

Snape looked away from the potions journal and looked at Harry, who had started to be lazy. His messy hair was raised up like the dripping spider plant that Madam Pomfrey bought newly, and the crazy growth in all directions was very good. Interpreting the vitality, "If my memory is not wrong, in some parts of the UK, it is quite rude to mention Quidditch to a pregnant woman. Of course, it is also rude to pop the word out of a pregnant woman's mouth."

"What kind of rotten rule is this?" Harry asked in amazement.

"We call it custom." Snape smirked.

Harry puffed up his face and stared at Snape dissatisfiedly, "Professor, I always feel that you made this up to lie to me." Most of his knowledge of the wizarding world came from Ron's big mouth, and this He hadn't heard anything about it from his friend who had spit out the customs of wizards throughout the year.

But would Snape concoct such a lie to deceive him? — just to keep him from mentioning Quidditch?

"I really don't think this word can't be mentioned." Harry rubbed his stomach and muttered.

Snape looked at the time. Very well, the House Cup final has already started for an hour. As long as Potter stays obediently, this year's House Cup will belong to Slytherin, and there will be rewards if you pay.

He raised his hand and waved it gracefully, and the long-necked pot automatically lowered its spout to pour out the milk.He put a heating charm on the full glass of milk before flying up to Harry and making sure it was stuffed into his hand.

"Your drink. Don't make a sour face, Potter, you are treated like a VIP." Snape still didn't forget to continue his sarcasm.

Harry stared at the milk in his hand in disgust, ever since he started throwing up, he'd associated stomach churning at the sight of it like a conditioned reflex.

"I don't want milk." This must be the old bat's new idea of ​​torturing him!

Just when Snape was about to say something and spit out the troubled Potter so that he raised his glass obediently, the fireplace suddenly burst into flames, and the annoying Dumbledore always appeared at the best time to interrupt his comfort Life.

"Oh, Severus, please come here." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at the room and happened to meet Harry who turned his head to look at the fireplace. He blinked, "Oh, good Saturday , Mr. Potter!" He looked at Snape reproachfully, "Severus, you really should reduce the confinement..."

Snape rose abruptly, his chair banging violently against the floor, and strode towards the fireplace without giving the old Headmaster time to accuse him of his negligence.

"Continue with your copying, Potter, if I find that you haven't stayed here obediently when I come back, then Gryffindor will deduct 50 points for your evasion of confinement." Snape looked back before walking to the fireplace To Harry, his voice was like a snake winding its way slowly and softly, wrapping Harry layer by layer as if it would not be easily noticed.

Harry didn't let out a breath until Snape left via the Floo network.He actually forgot to breathe!Why is Snape's voice so suffocating?oh!This must be Snape's new method of torture!Just like a glass of milk every day, what kind of VIP drink, which professor would force people to drink milk?

When Prince was around, well, the old bat was just as annoying.After he was gone, the old bastard got worse!

It's only better when they're discussing the soul shard on his forehead - just better.And it's been two weeks since he continued this topic - in order to give him enough time to review the OWLs.

Perhaps Snape simply regarded him as a daily pastime, and simply wanted to get rid of him as a nuisance as soon as possible. ——Yes, he was James Potter's child, why would Snape want to help him?

This is where the hormonal disruption of pregnancy comes into play, and Harry's crankiness reaches new heights.

But before he could make himself into a pitiful, helpless and lonely person who lost his lover and could only live by licking the scars on his heart, his DA contactor started to heat up.

He took out this metal badge with the two letters of DA out of his pocket - Hermione customized this twins' new invention, the badge communicator, after collecting donations in the association.As long as you scratch the surface of the badge with your fingers and then silently say the name of the holder, you can talk to the other party, but the twins can't guarantee the distance of the call. They can only guarantee that there is no problem within the range of Hogwarts. If it is farther away, they may not be able to communicate. superior.This looks very tasteless, but it is enough for daily study.

"Harry, can you find a way to escape? The current situation is quite unfavorable to us! The group of bad guys did not know what to do to make Angelina fall off the broom, and now Ginny who was sitting on the bench Going on to replace her. And your substitute was completely played by Malfoy as a swallowtail dog, and you heard that the other side was about to burst into laughter!" Ron said so pitifully, he was so anxious that his mouth was bubbling, "Now the score It's 130:20, oh! Ginny made it! It's 130:30, and she's pretty solid!" Harry could hear Ron's uncontrollable excitement through the badge.

"Ron, contact Angelina to help me apply for a timeout, I'll be here soon!" Harry said and unilaterally turned off the badge, as for the unfinished confinement - as long as he put it on before Snape returned If the game is over then he hasn't violated the old bat's rules.

Harry put the steaming milk back on the table, quickly jumped up from the chair and walked quickly to the storage cabinet, looked through several bottles of potions before finding the one that Snape gave him. That potion.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, smelling a fresh strawberry scent inside without any surprise, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.Almost as soon as it entered his throat, he felt a warmth along his throat and hid in his stomach, which felt very comfortable.

"Oh, like I said, this must be the best prenatal education!" Harry stroked his flat belly happily, "My little sweetheart, I really want you to grow up and play Quidditch with Daddy!" !"

He is ready!

Harry opened the cellar door and rushed out of the cellar like a bird out of its cage.He ran in the hallway on the first floor until he reached the courtyard where he could see Gryffindor's tower, and he used the Flying Charm.

"Harry Potter's flames are coming!" As the spell was cast, he didn't have to wait a few seconds through the glasses to find that the good boy he had placed on the window sill was like a docile colt hearing his master's words. The whistle came rushing towards him.

Soon, Harry grabbed his partner firmly, kissed him, and rode up with the corner of his mouth curled up. He flew towards the crowded Quidditch field.

As described in countless stories, the real warrior always appears in the middle of the opening and turns the tide.

"Today is the Quidditch final. You can't confine the Gryffindor Seeker just to win the championship." Dumbledore looked helplessly at Snape, who had always been indifferent to Gryffindor. .

Snape opened the chair with a blank expression but did not sit down, "Could it be that you specially asked me to bring Potter back to the game?"

Suddenly he had a bad premonition and even his eyelids jumped.

Something was very wrong - damn it, he should have locked the cellar door before coming out!

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I have a meeting tomorrow, I’m going to bed first, there’s still a plot missing, I can add it to this chapter or maybe it’ll be in the next chapter

The custom was made up by the professor to trick Harry.