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"If you go to the Great Hall now, there may be leftovers waiting for you." Snape turned his eyes around the rags and buckets on the ground and looked at the unhurried Potter. He really couldn't see Harry He loves confinement or cleaning so much that he can skip meals for it.

"No, you don't need to go to the Great Hall," Harry suddenly realized that his friend didn't know, and after all, the Hogwarts kitchen is a little secret, otherwise all the students would have an excuse not to go to the Great Hall to eat and crowded into the kitchen As a result, he changed the location of the cafeteria, "Follow me." He waved at Snape, pretending to be mysterious, and his mood couldn't help jumping up with hidden excitement.

He likes to share secrets with his friends, which makes them seem unusually close.

Snape followed him blankly, he already had an idea that a Gryffindor who was so unhurried must have something to rely on.

"See this pear?" Harry pointed to the picture of the fruit plate hanging on the wall. He reached out and scratched the turquoise pear, and then a handle appeared on Harry's hand, and he shook it. Grip it and twist it a little, opening the door that appeared out of nowhere.

A picture of the house elf busy inside the door was revealed.

The house elves are constantly dropping the prepared food into the auditorium upstairs, and at the same time taking back the plates and stacking them in the sink, and the elves by the pool are concentrating on cleaning and stacking the plates one by one with magic Neatly, there is a house elf drying the dinner plates, and another elf beside it is counting the number of dinner plates, moving them to the cabinet every time a box is full, and waiting Use with dinner.

"This is the Hogwarts kitchen. I think you used to be addicted to potions and forget to eat. It would be great if you knew this is the kitchen." Harry said, his voice suddenly dropped.

If his friend were alive now, he could drag him to the kitchen without missing a meal.And now he can neither supervise his meals nor make up for every meal he missed before.

Now that he knows how the Potter quartet kept them alive and was able to ambush him on his way in and out of the auditorium, it turns out that they must know where the kitchen is, and they can set them up in advance without missing a meal." mischief".

Snape grimaced, but—"Don't I know now too? It's not too late."

As long as he goes back, he can clean up those four people so that even their parents can't recognize them.

"But now you can only watch me eat." Harry pretended to smile lightly. He didn't want Prince to mind it. A ghost who couldn't even touch a cup was neither hungry nor sleepy.

His thin fingers were clearly defined, and the back of his hand was just skin, and his fingers were long and beautiful. If these hands were used to brew potions, they would be elegant and picturesque.

But Harry still felt that Prince should grow some more flesh, so that he would be stronger, and maybe he wouldn't have to become a ghost so early.

"Are you going to eat here?" Snape frowned. He looked around but couldn't find a suitable place to eat, and then watched silently as Harry called a house-elf - the kind who screamed and bumped his head from time to time. No matter how convenient the creature's life was for a wizard, he couldn't please him.

First the house-elf let out the elongated squeal that Snape expected - almost unbearably irritable - and the next second the nervous little ones stopped what they were doing, they They gathered around and looked left and right, and finally pushed out the one that screamed first, and the rest of the elves resumed their work.

"Mr. Potter, what do you need?" The elf grabbed the tea towel around its neck and wiped his hands carefully. At the same time, he carefully opened his orange-yellow eyes like light bulbs and looked straight at Harry. .

Then it seemed to remember something, disappeared with a snap, and appeared in front of them with a snap, holding a piece of parchment with today's menu written on it.

This little elf probably knew about Harry's reputation, and it even used honorifics—it didn't know the brain circuits of these house elves, but the reputation of the savior was surprisingly useful here, as if he didn't save the whole The wizarding world (although he didn't), but saved them, this group of house-elves who had been squeezed by Hogwarts for many years and worked hard.

"If you want to eat, there are all the above meals, but you can only take one - if you want to take away, you can take the butter and bread at will." The elf pointed to the basket on the table The deliciously baked bread piled up was no different from the ones on their long table for every meal.

"Savior fame." Snape sneered, now understanding Harry's complaints when they first met.

"They're always so neurotic—actually I didn't do anything—Prince, you know my real level." Harry shrugged, he didn't feel inferior to himself for being ordinary at all.

He was so calm that even Snape couldn't help but glance at him, size him up.

After these few days of contact, he has observed Harry clearly. Not to mention Lily, he has not even inherited James Potter's sensitivity to spells. Although he can learn it with a little guidance, but He wasn't even close.

This kind of Potter is completely different from another person who acts recklessly and mischievously. In this way, his face is not unsightly.

Harry casually ordered a plate of spaghetti bolognese and mashed potatoes. He took the plate handed to him by the elf and stood beside a row of lockers, chatting and eating with Snape.

This kind of lack of etiquette was unheard of in Slytherin, but he was facing a Gryffindor, and they probably couldn't even remember the word etiquette in their brains.

"Do you need any more books?" Harry asked, rolling up pasta with a fork and popping it into his mouth.

Snape shook his head. In this state, he hadn't eaten for many days, and he didn't have any needs in this regard, but Harry was eating in front of him. the aroma of food.

He stared silently at Harry's sauce-stained lips, which he knew enough to lick to keep them from getting all over the place.

"Then you are going to study these books next?" Harry asked again. After he licked his lips, he took out a piece of tissue paper and wiped his mouth, then poured himself a glass of milk and took a gulp. Another circle of milk stains - I really don't care how I eat.

Snape nodded silently, he looked away, and glanced at Harry's glasses instead, looking into those clear green eyes, "What about you?"

"Of course I will continue to complete my confinement, and then I will go to the library to look for books. What are we going to study tonight?" Harry made a questioning hum, his voice raised slightly playfully, but he himself didn't pay attention to this random question With an intimate nasal voice, he rolled up the pasta again and started eating, and quickly finished a plate of pasta.

"You haven't thought about previewing?" Snape asked softly, he was suspicious, Harry didn't seem like such a studious person, so maybe he didn't think about it at all.

"That's a good idea!" Harry's eyes lit up, he wiped the corners of his mouth, and gulped down the milk again, they were so close that Snape could smell the milk on his lips— —Of course, maybe he just thinks he "smells" the fragrance of milk.

"How about starting with Potions?" Harry suggested, knowing that Snape would be particularly interested in it, "I'll look for the Potions book so you can learn more too." His friend must have understood More than him, but no matter what, he's a student - well, he thinks Prince is better at potions than Hermione - but definitely not another jack-of-all-trades, he just doesn't look The kind of person who sleeps with a book in his arms.

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