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Once back in the sparsely furnished mansion that radiated frigidity everywhere, Harry hadn't even caught his breath when he saw Snape abandoning him to his private study.

"You want to study this alone?" Harry grabbed Snape's sleeve.

Snape lowered his head and glanced back, his emerald green jewel-like eyes burning with anxiety and passion under the disheveled black hair.

"Potter, are you going to observe on the spot and give guidance anytime and anywhere?" Snape sneered, pulling his sleeve away from Harry's hand, "Of course, the Savior is used to his requests being always Satisfied, it is commonplace to tell your professor what to do."

Harry's cheeks were flushed by the words, and he also understood that he couldn't do anything now, he was just a burden.

"Be careful, this thing is very evil." Harry stood where he was, reminding him worriedly, but at the same time he knew that his words were superfluous.

"I see," Snape turned to face Harry, with a sneer on his lips, "it must be that there is so little homework that makes you so bored."

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling, he glared at Snape, "What are you going to do?"

"Remind your duty as a student." Snape grabbed Harry's arm and led him towards the stairs, "Don't worry, you will be willing to complete the extra homework I give you."

Harry was still dazed when he was brought into Snape's bedroom, which he hadn't been allowed to enter before.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, which made Harry vigilant.

"Stand there, don't peek at your professor's personal belongings, or say you need a punishment to remember." Snape said coldly, as if he had eyes behind his back.

Harry stopped looking around; he seemed to see Snape take a box out of a cupboard and walk towards him with it.

"What is this?" Harry asked and suddenly realized a possibility, his heart was beating violently, and his outstretched hand couldn't help trembling, but he stopped and took it firmly and forcefully. The box, carefully trying to open it but found that he couldn't open it at all.

Snape put his hand on the lid of the box and muttered something, but his voice was too soft, like silk being blown past Harry's ears by the wind, leaving nothing behind.

But the lock inside the box in Harry's hand was unlocked, and he opened the box.

"It's mine!" He stared wide-eyed at the black glass ball in the box, he remembered it, Snape once held it and threatened him and told him he would never give it to him, the old bastard persuaded He gave up trying to get it back.

Snape snatched it before he even touched it.

his treasure.

"You can touch it, but you can't go out of this room. And every day after that, you can look at it, ah, of course it can't respond to you—after all, it's just a cold opaque glass ball— And the premise of all this is that you have to do the homework I assigned you." Snape said tactfully, as if he had done something good and had lost something.

Harry hugged the box tightly, staring at the old bastard standing in front of him.

"I'll do it." He gritted his teeth.

Then Snape walked away.

Not seeing this dark figure, Harry's tensed shoulders instantly relaxed, and his vigilance also dropped.

Actually Snape was helping him too, Harry sighed inwardly.But he just couldn't put a good face on the old bastard - he took out his little treasure without even asking for advice, which was the only treasure Prince gave him.

Harry reached out and took out the ball that contained his little baby's soul and all life force. He put down the box in his hand and held the light glass-like ball in both hands.

"Daddy's sweetheart." Harry's hand stroked the surface of the ball, he held it close and kissed its cold surface, "Trust me, Daddy won't give up on you, I'll take you away soon. "

And before that he had to find what Snape was hiding.

"How long are you going to dawdle?" Snape's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Harry was so frightened that he immediately threw the ball into the box, then picked it up again nervously, looked carefully and checked that there were no cracks, and then he was relieved.

"I thought you were gone!" Harry turned and glared at Snape who had been standing silently behind him—he couldn't have heard him.

"You never thought I'd let you be alone in my room," Snape said emphatically, biting the words "alone" and "mine," "so that you could take the ball with you."

After the words fell, Harry's shoulders trembled suddenly, and Snape heard him!

"She's not a ball!" retorted Harry exasperatedly, his hand firmly grasping the box containing his sweetheart, "she was always born, and now she's just trapped in this ball by you—she Will become a baby." Harry's voice gradually contained expectations, like a lake reflecting the sun, maybe his figure hadn't grown tall yet, but he was indeed working hard to grow in the direction of a father.

"We don't know what the future will look like. But this ball in your hand does not belong to you now, close it and return it to me now. You only have 10 minutes a day to communicate with this ball-of course, I Doubt you'll ever get a response, but I hope you don't learn to talk to yourself from the house-elf in Black's old house. If you can't do the work I've given you, you won't even have 10 minutes." said Snape, holding out his hand.Asshole to the point where Harry wanted to grab something and throw it in his face - definitely not the box he was holding his sweetheart in.

Harry could only hand the box back to Snape, and he watched as his little sweetheart was locked back into the cabinet.

Why does this old bastard decide his life!

"Professor, what's my homework?" Harry calmed himself down, he needed to hold Snape and bide his time.He begins to learn to be a hunter, clumsy and bad at acting.

Snape knew at a glance that the little bastard was just putting on a show, but who cared? — all he asked was that Potter wouldn't disturb him while he was doing his research, and that there was something to be done to divert Potter's attention so trouble wouldn't find him.

"Come on," said Snape, walking out of the bedroom.

Harry had to follow Snape, and they returned to the cramped small room, where a desk could fit under the space-expanding spell, and now the desk was as wide as two hands when sitting down. There was also a half-written Charms paper on it.

Harry opened his eyes wide and walked over first, stuffing his homework into the pile of reference books left aside.

"So what should I do—you don't want me to copy books?" Suddenly Harry remembered the copying confinement that was interrupted because of OWLs. , as if he had begun to be tortured by copying.

"It seems that you miss that time very much, and it is so impressive." Snape pulled out a sneer, and he stepped forward to put one hand on the desk.

The strong sense of oppression forced Harry to step back, causing his butt to hit the table, and there was no way to retreat!He swallowed, his eyes meeting those black pupils, not realizing that they were in a position as if he had been trapped by Snape between the desk and his arms.

And Snape didn't care, he took out a book related to Defense Against the Dark Arts from the pile of reference books with his other hand, threw it to Harry, and took a step back.

"I'll give you a week, and I'll test your learning after a week. Of course, I'll take into account your kinship with goldfish—copying the book once will make it easier for you to remember." Snape said sarcastically.

"No need! I can memorize this book!" Harry retorted immediately. He looked at the "European Defense Against the Dark Arts" which was as thick as a dictionary in his hand. This was the reference book recommended by Hermione. The homework of defense against magic depends entirely on this book.And now Snape asked him to take a week to memorize it, he really was an old bastard!

"You don't think my quiz is all about this book?" Snape sneered.

Harry's eyes widened as he watched Snape pick up his quill and pull out a blank sheet of scratch paper, outlining a list of books in sharp, smooth handwriting.

He made a book list!

"Isn't one week a little short?" This reading list was comparable to the one Sirius gave him - he and Prince hadn't even finished reading the books listed on that reading list.

"So you need to hurry up." Snape was delighted by the despair on Harry's face, and he left contentedly, going to his private study to study the newly acquired locket.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I have a cold recently

Harry hugged his cub and cried bitterly: OWL is over, why am I still studying so hard!

On the tragedy that the lover is my own professor^_^