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When Harry wakes up, he finds that he is lying on a strange bed - he picks up his glasses from the pillow and puts them on and realizes that this bed is not unfamiliar - isn't this the one in the secret room that belongs to him and Prince? A four-poster bed?

Also, the Room of Requirement doesn't make a bed out of thin air, so Prince made a copy of the bed in Snape's bedroom when he thought of a bed.

"Ah, Potter, you're finally awake. Can you give me my bed back now? Your bedroom is on the eighth floor. I hope this sleep hasn't muddied your memory." The door was opened and Snape walked in to find Harry waking up with raised eyebrows, his mouth drawn in his usual sarcasm and walking towards Harry, something was floating behind him, but Harry wasn't paying attention at all above.

"You drugged the milk." Suddenly realizing what had happened to him, Harry glared at Snape, his emerald green eyes shining like two diamonds in the candlelight. stars.

"What proof do you have, Potter, or do you think you're missing something?" Snape smirked, making Harry want to punch the old bastard so badly.

After Snape's voice fell, Harry's face changed suddenly. He threw off the quilt, got off the bed and ran towards the bathroom. He didn't even have time to close the door, and then screams erupted in the bathroom.

"I lost her! I lost her!" Harry slammed the door open, he leaned on the door frame, his glasses were on the bridge of his nose, crystal clear and warm water overflowed from his eye sockets, The corners of the eyes were blurred with red in an instant.He didn't want to wipe away the moisture that blurred his vision into a halo at all.His voice was full of pain, but he was really trying to calm himself down, looking at the only person here who could help him with a dazed and fragile expression.

No matter how jerk Snape was, he was right - his recklessness and impulsiveness would cost him everything he held dear, whether it was Sirius or his sweetheart.

He regretted it already, he should talk it over with someone, or just wait at Hogwarts for Snape to come back, then he would have nothing to lose.

"Why do you say that?" Snape closed his mouth after saying this, and he looked at the drawer where the black glass ball was stored, his cuffs hanging down to hide his rubbing fingers.

It seemed that the potion was indeed just in time.

"I'm bleeding!" Harry bit his lip, his hand was beating his head, and then he was pulling his hair, "I shouldn't have gone to see Neville, when I got back to Hogwarts Come to you." His voice was full of pain and deep regret.

"You regret it, Potter, I thought you would never learn this word, it seems that everything is not absolute." Snape walked to Harry's side, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, It was obvious that the body under the palm trembled violently and became stiff, and then returned to softness after a period of silence.

Harry looked at Snape, his eyes were moist and mournful, the tears had stagnated, fortitude began to emerge beneath the grief, ready to break through the ice at any moment.

"You're keeping something from me." Harry narrowed his eyes, and he reached out and grabbed the fabric of Snape's chest. "You gave me that glass of milk, you knocked me out," he paused as he narrated Now, hope burst into his blinking eyes, "Did you protect her? You old bastard, I should have known you are such a bastard, you always say nothing and do everything! You The most qualified bastard and the most reliable professor I've ever met!" He sniffed and ruffled Snape's clothes with both hands.

Suddenly he laughed, and his mood reversed in a short period of time, causing tears to flow out of his wet eyes.The tear was hanging in his eyes, he controlled the rising pain, and the bitterness melted in his mouth.He choked up, but the tear didn't fall in the end.

At this time, he seems to have grown a bit.

Snape withdrew his hand supporting Harry's back, and he watched Harry silently, waiting for Harry's emotions to stabilize until the other party was so calm that all he could do was breathe uncontrollably from the previous grief. The sound of snot.Snape then brought a towel and threw it on Harry's face, and brought a prepared cup of hot milk, and stuffed it to Harry who was wiping the mess on his face.

"Milk again!" Harry stared suspiciously at the steaming milky white liquid in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't have a rich menu here. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can report it to Dumbledore. For example, ask him to help you revise a special menu for the savior." Snape smirked.

"Old bastard." Harry muttered, his lips parted slightly, the rim of the glass pressed against his lower lip, and he took small sips of milk, and soon a circle of milky white stuck to his rosy lips.

He took a few sips before putting down the glass, "Is she still here?" He asked hesitantly, pressing his palms on his flat stomach, with uncertainty in his voice.

"I helped you make the right choice." Snape glanced at the place, and then walked to the drawer where he put the black glass ball with his own hands.

"You wouldn't do that!" Harry yelled at Snape suddenly, his voice roaring like a lion being touched to the bottom line, and the hair on his body stood on end in an instant.

But it wasn't as emotional as it was in the beginning, and trust played a role in this moment.

"Of course I do, but your definition of right is slightly different from my definition of right." Snape carefully picked up the black glass ball and walked towards Harry with it.

"What's this?" Harry looked at the black ball in confusion.

"The Middle Ages was a dark period that was not very friendly to wizards. In order to avoid the harassment of the Muggle church, wizards not only invented the Muggle Repelling Spell, but also wanted to make their offspring born in a relatively stable environment, so they Invented a spell," Snape paused, he raised the black glass ball in his hand, and now he could no longer see the lively fire of life inside, "to draw the life force of the gestating fetus and bring them and lock this mixture of life force and soul in a sealed protective ball, only need to inject magic power regularly, this sealed protective ball can freeze this unborn life, you can understand it as hibernation. In order to wait for a time suitable for re-breeding life, according to records, the longest freezing period can be as long as ten years." Snape explained slowly.

"Freeze! You mean she's inside the ball." Harry said as he tried to touch the ball only to find that Snape held it so high that he couldn't touch it at all.

Snape was a complete bastard!

"Then is she still here?" Harry stopped standing on tiptoes, he stroked his belly again.

"This magic consists of two parts. It extracts the life force and soul of the fetus, while the fetus itself stays safely in the mother's body, where a protective spell will be formed to wrap your magical womb." Snape said, he put this The ball containing the sweetheart soul that Harry was thinking about retracted and walked to the drawer to put it back and cast another locking spell.

Harry overheard the spell coming from Snape's mouth, the old bastard's voice was so soft!But Harry still managed to hear the spell clearly, and then found that this magic is very strange!He gritted his teeth secretly.

"So I'll keep it for you until you graduate." Snape raised the corners of his mouth as if he were a professor who cared about his students, "Do what is appropriate for your age, Potter, if I find you do Anything beyond a student's duty, then congratulations, you will be kicked out of Hogwarts."

This isn't the first time the old jerk has threatened to kick him out of school!Harry scowled, wanting to punch him so badly.Fortunately, Occlumency stopped his urge.

"Mysterious man won't let me go just because I'm a minor." He retorted.

"People who cut their own souls naturally have to divide their IQ by the number of soul fragments, and estimate it is not even half of the average. Or do you think your IQ is also below the average?" Snape He sneered, and by the way compared one of his bosses to mentally retarded.

Unexpectedly, the old bastard is quite humorous.Harry blinked, and the corners of his mouth surreptitiously curled up.

"So I'm going to wait two years." Harry sighed.

"Be a little self-aware, Potter, you're still a child." Snape said, "For a wizard, it's at least until later that he can think about the next generation, maybe even longer, after all, you are covered in milk. Smell." He looked at Potter critically, "Our savior is also inseparable from the service of others, you can't serve such a baby, this delicate and habitual tormenting people, a miniature version of Potter—oh ! Predictably troublesome."

"Of course I can! I don't need anyone to take care of me! I can already take care of myself, and I can take care of other people too!" Harry patted his chest with confidence.

Snape responded with a sneer.

At this moment, Harry's stomach grumbled uncontrollably, reminding him that he should fill his stomach.

"Then savior who took good care of yourself, this is your dinner or supper." Snape smirked and moved the prepared plate in front of Harry, which was piled full of rich steaming Food, just looking at it made Harry even more hungry.

"Thank you." Harry blushed, and he walked out of Snape's bedroom with his food. His whole body felt a little relieved as soon as he went out, and he sat on the sofa facing the fireplace with a spoon and began to drink soup .

The warm, sweet corn chowder made his face rosy.

"Professor, can I really not take her away?" Harry put down his spoon and turned his head to look at Snape, who also came out to check the final exam papers of each grade on the desk—could he come to confirm his exam questions? Did it come out specially because it wasn't stolen?Harry's hands shook with rage just thinking about it.

"This matter is not negotiable, let me remind you that your bedroom is on the eighth floor, and you can leave after eating your supper." Snape said without looking up.

Harry pursed his lips, lowered his head and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth into a snicker.

oh!He would harass Snape during the summer vacation!The old bastard didn't say he couldn't go to him!

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Harry glared fiercely at Snape's back: I'll be back sooner or later!You wait!

Snape, who was preparing to proctor the next day, sneezed.