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Before Harry had finished the first story, Snape came in with a serving of pasta.His nose moved, sniffing the aroma of food in the air, he blinked, the pasta looked pretty good—could it be that Snape made a fresh one for him ?

Snape glanced at the book in Harry's hands as he entered, then glanced across the sight of the little bastard's face and his collarbone exposed by the two buttons below his collar.

Silently, he reached out and took the book out of Harry's hand and stuffed the meal into his hand, then turned around and put the book back on the shelf.

"Severus, your cooking skills are really beyond expectations." Harry rolled up the pasta with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Snape in surprise, as if for the first time God knew his professor - it seemed that Snape would cook potions over the fire instead of wasting his talents on cooking.

Prince never told him he could cook either - but they were both at Hogwarts and cooking wasn't a necessary skill.

"Potter, I don't remember that I allowed you to call me by my Christian name." Snape looked at Harry coldly.

"I figured since we're all going to be living together - certainly not a bed, and it's summer holidays, wouldn't it be nicer to use a Christian name?" Harry shrugged, and he forked another roll of pasta Put it in your mouth.

"Professor and sir, choose one or the other, or I'll throw you out now." Snape said in a non-negotiable tone coldly.

"Okay, professor." Harry stuck out his tongue, and he patted his choking chest, "Do you have any water here?"

"Your drink—the savior deserves VIP treatment, doesn't it? It needs to be served by his old professor himself." Snape laughed and summoned the tray of hot milk from outside the room and floated in front of Harry. .

"Milk again." Harry wrinkled his nose. "Don't you have anything else here?"

"Don't push yourself too hard, kid." Snape approached Harry, leaning forward with one hand on the arm of the armchair.

Harry blinked, and he looked at Snape who was close at hand, "You're not old at all, Professor. So why be so humble?"

Snape immediately took a big step back, "Are you out of your mind, Potter!" His voice was like a snake walking on the grass, so fast and low that it was almost impossible to catch the words he uttered, except for the last A "Potter" squeezed out of the back teeth.

"I'm telling the truth." Harry blinked, and he quickly stuffed the remaining spaghetti into his mouth, stuffing his cheeks out like a gluttonous squirrel.

Then he drank his milk in one gulp, pressing the food down, which resulted in tomato red stains around the corners of his mouth and a milky white beard.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it around, the red tongue was as small as a rose petal.

Snape looked away, but he didn't stay there for more than five seconds.

"Professor, where do I live?" Harry looked at Snape, "You must have a spare room here."

"You really treat my place as a hotel." Snape turned and walked out of the room with a cold face, "Come with me."

Harry followed quickly with his luggage, grinning behind Snape's back.oh!Severus was really awkward - it reminded him of Prince back in timeline.

He missed him terribly, and this led to his living together with Snape, which was probably a terrible idea - he just had to bite the bullet and move on.

Snape led him to the second floor, and Harry looked around, except that the one in the middle should be the master bedroom, but unfortunately the door was closed.

"Potter, put away your curiosity, or do you want my room - because the Savior can do whatever he wants?" Snape turned his head to look at Harry who was a few steps behind him.

"I don't want to sleep in the same bed with you, don't worry!" Harry smiled, and then blinked playfully, "If you really don't have any space here, it's not impossible for us to squeeze... "They're all men anyway.

Before Harry could finish his sentence, Snape snarled at him, "Potter! Do you think you are so attractive that men, women and children will fall under your trouser legs?"

His anger was too inexplicable, and Harry shrugged, "My charm only needs to work on my Prince. Professor, you are too sensitive-or you are also a gay." He finished with his The emerald green eyes, like a pool of spring water, sized Snape exaggeratedly.

Snape fell silent. He opened the small room at the end of the corridor and brought out a pile of dust. He wrinkled his nose and took out his wand and flicked it inside to clean it up.

"This is your lair, temporarily. If it's not to your liking, there are plenty of Muggle hotels out there that will provide you with a comfortable home away from home." Snape turned his head and glared at the little bastard.

Harry walked up to the door and poked his head. Even if all the dust had disappeared, he could tell that the room had long since been abandoned. It didn't even function as a storage room. It was just a place to store waste, so small it could only be put down A single bed.

Maybe Snape lived here when he was a kid - Harry had Prince in a room without even a desk, sitting hunched over his bed doing homework.

He blinked and looked at Snape beside him, "Then where do I do my homework? There's no room for a desk here!"

Snape glared at the little bastard, "I'm your professor, not your servant!"

"The homework you assigned should provide a place for me to do it!" Harry had a good reason.

Snape raised his arm and waved his wand to cast a space-extending spell across the room, creating just enough room for a desk and a chair. "If you have any other requirements, I will throw you out!"

"But Professor, where do I shower? There's no bathroom here," Harry said again.

Snape glared at the little bastard with a thicker skin than a troll, he definitely did it on purpose!

"Come with me." Snape gritted his teeth so loudly that Harry could hear him.

Harry followed Snape back to the corridor, and stopped after a few steps. He watched Snape use a magic he had never heard of against the wall, and then a door appeared on the wall in an instant.

Snape turned the handle and opened the door. The bathroom was inside, separated by a glass door, which opened on the bathroom side.There is another door on the opposite side of the glass door.

"I will cast a spell so that once one side door is opened, the other side door cannot be opened." Snape remained expressionless.

"Are you worried that I will watch you take a shower?" Harry couldn't understand, "We are all men, so there is no need to be so defensive."

This unconscious little bastard!Suppressing his growing desire to get the hateful little bastard out, Snape pointed coldly at the small room before.

"Now, get out there and do your summer homework!"

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Harry: I'm sure I'm not going to peek at you in the shower!

Professor: Me too.

Harry: ... (jumps up and grabs Snape by the collar) You're trying to watch me take a shower!

The professor glanced at Harry contemptuously, and said with a sneer: "It's just that you have a skeletal frame, or you have a misunderstanding about my preferences."

Harry let go of his hand: it seems to be right (he always feels that something is wrong)