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"...Snape is an old bastard! Don't worry, Dad will find you a new godfather - how about Ron? He is very good, we will play Quidditch together when you can run and dance, Ron will You're the goalkeeper." Harry was holding the jet-black ball, his face pressed against the surface, and he kept muttering - but he didn't dare to speak too loudly - Snape was watching his back from behind. Every move, he might still be pinching the watch!

Harry's voice was in his mouth, unable to come out of his lips.He just hoped his little sweetheart could hear - but after a few days, Harry found that it was really just a ball, not as cold as real glass, as if it had body heat.Other than that, he couldn't get any response.

This made Harry very uncomfortable, and if his little sweetheart hadn't been taken out, he would be able to feel her heartbeat when school started!What a combination they would be!Maybe she'll look like him, maybe she'll look like Prince.She will grow up with the expectations of her fathers, into what they can't even imagine, so beautiful that Harry has countless things to tell Prince-but he can't, so he can only do it through talking with him. Conversations with his little sweetheart to relieve his missing.

The long and endless longing wrapped him round and round, and he couldn't untie it, and as the weight accumulated over time, it gradually made him unable to breathe.

And now he can only kiss the glass ball to prove that his waiting is not hopeless.

"Sleep, my little one, dad will come to see you tomorrow."

Harry put his sweetheart in the box and handed it to Snape behind him.

"Professor, you said that you would inject magic power into this ball at regular intervals, so how long is the time interval?" He asked suddenly.

"I'm done with this month." Snape glanced at the little bastard who just remembered this question now.

"So anyone can inject magic power." Harry said again, talking to himself to a conclusion.

Of course, it can only be the immediate family member whose life has been taken out, so as to coax the unborn life and appease her frightened heart.

Snape silently looked at the frizzy kid in front of him who thought he had found the answer. He silently put the lid on the box and put it back to its original position. The glass medicine bottle, closed the cabinet door expressionlessly and locked it.

"Potter, standing here stupidly won't make you complete your homework, maybe you need to submit your summer homework before taking my quiz." Snape pulled the corner of his mouth maliciously.

Harry gasped, "You can't!" He stepped back and walked towards the door, "I'm going to finish my homework now!" Fuck the quiz!Go fucking check homework!

When he gets back what belongs to him, he will take his little sweetheart and leave this broken place that is definitely not suitable for the normal physical and mental growth of children!

However, Snape was not able to catch Harry at the appointed test time a week later - he should have known that it was absolutely impossible to let the little bastard study obediently.

Harry wasn't in the room.

Snape came out of Potter's temporary residence, and he recalled that since the snowy owl with no spots appeared with the letter two days ago, the snowy owl and her master had been busy—busy with His friends exchange feelings.

Ah, red-haired Weasleys are many and troublesome, especially the youngest Weasley daughter.

Snape's face darkened, he went down the stairs into his private study and closed the door hard.

Harry, who skipped Snape's test, didn't hang out with his friends as Snape thought, but actually visited Sirius in St. Mungo's.

"Oh, after a stage of treatment, Mr. Black's freezing condition has improved. We found that he still maintains consciousness, and he will get weak feedback when he is awakened by magic, and while awakening his consciousness, we found that he His body is also self-repairing, I think in order not to disturb his internal magical repair, the current thawing treatment can be suspended, and he can thaw out by himself through the high temperature in summer." The therapist said holding the case.

"Just let him lie like this?" Harry frowned, and he looked at the unconscious Sirius on the hospital bed that was emitting a chill.

"It would be more helpful to wait until he thaws on his own before doing intermittent arousal therapy," the therapist said.

Harry pursed his lips, "If that's your opinion, so be it." He sighed, "How long until it's completely thawed?"

"It won't be long. He's already able to breathe on his own. You can see that his breath is hot. This bit of freezing doesn't affect his physiology—don't use Muggle freezing to understand him. What he fell into is the time-limited Therefore, although it is freezing in temperature, it is freezing in time for Mr. Black—you can rest assured." The therapist explained a lot.

"I see." Harry moved his hand away, and he looked down at Sirius who seemed to be unable to sleep, and he relaxed a little after seeing him lying for so long without the stubble.

He stayed in the ward for a while and talked to Sirius—of course he wouldn't tell Sirius that he was living with Snape now, but at most he talked about Regulus.Then he walked out of the ward.

"Harry!"

Harry, who was stopped by a familiar female voice, turned his head, and his arm was grabbed suddenly - it was Ginny with a surprised face.

"Long time no see, Ginny." He smiled at Ginny, and was suddenly surprised to find that Ginny had grown into a goddess-level beauty in the eyes of many boys before he knew it.Also realized that he hadn't seen her in a long time - or rather he hadn't noticed her all along.

"You've become more beautiful." Harry said honestly, and then withdrew his hand, the corners of his mouth curled down slightly and then returned to the original curve, a little alienated in the friendly.

"Really?" Ginny happily held her face and smiled brightly, like a delicate rose in full bloom. She didn't notice Harry's alienated attitude.

"You came to see Sirius."

Harry nodded, "What about you?"

Together they walked towards the fireplace in St. Mungo's Hall.

"Bill's girlfriend is sick, and Bill is still at work, so please ask me to come and see her—she is so delicate! She can speak English, and Bill has taught her English for so long, yet she needs help from others when she sees a doctor! She Even acting like a baby is finding the wrong person!" Ginny complained angrily.

"Bill's girlfriend!" Harry blinked in surprise, this was the first time he'd heard this gossip.

"It's Fleur Delacour, she's Bill's colleague now." Ginny said in a muffled voice, staring at Harry, "You never had a crush on her, did you?" Her stupid older brothers one or two Loved her - yes, she meant Ron, that idiot!

Harry shook his head violently, "Of course not, it's Ron who likes her."

"I knew it." Ginny snorted coldly, "What else does Ron have besides loving her face? I didn't expect Bill to be so vulgar! Men are very bad!"

"Are you having a fight with your boyfriend?" Harry asked.

Ginny nodded, "We broke up."

Harry paused, "Maybe there is some misunderstanding between you." He didn't know how to comfort Ginny.

"There is no misunderstanding." Ginny finished the sentence. She stopped and stared at Harry, turning his head to face her. "Tomorrow is your birthday! What are your plans?" She suddenly became excited , looked at Harry expectantly.

"I almost forgot, tomorrow is my birthday." Harry groaned, then shook his head honestly.Snape would never celebrate his birthday—he imagined the scene of Snape holding the cake, and shivered inexplicably.

"I don't have any arrangements, anyway, it's not an important day."

"No! It's very important!" Ginny retorted, the ferocity on her face gone with a swish, and she smiled happily like a cat wagging its tail, "So do you want to come to my house? We're throwing you a birthday party! I I'll call Hermione, oh! Luna also lives near my house, and I can still write to Neville!" Ginny said in a decided tone.

Harry let out a breath, thinking that he hadn't seen Ron and the others for almost a month.So he agreed.

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The professor's arch-rival appears.

Harry took the little professor's photo and QAQ: Prince, I can't climb walls! (strong desire to survive)