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"Happy to miss Shu?"

Harry was sprayed all over his face with taunts like a chilly wind the moment he emerged from the fireplace.He raised his head to look at Snape who was standing there leaning against the back of the sofa as if he had been waiting for a while.

"Aren't you waiting for me?" Harry said in a daze, his eyes widened suddenly when he realized something, "I didn't miss the test on purpose! Today is Sirius' routine inspection day, I just Back from St. Mungo's."

"Tsk tsk, you spent enough time in St. Mungo's from early in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon." Snape sneered, looking at Harry's face, trying to see the guilt on his face , but the little bastard doesn't even feel that way - he doesn't care what his cohabitants think, or whether anyone is worried about him.

"Naturally, the savior doesn't care about others, he only needs to meet his own schedule, and everyone must cooperate with you." After finishing speaking, Snape's face became even more gloomy, as if his dissatisfaction with Harry was so obvious that it could be concretized.

He talked too much, so Snape stopped.

"I met Ginny," said Harry, licking his lips, giving him just time to think about the sentence, "and then we had a quick meal—I haven't seen her in a long time."

"Go on, Potter, let me hear about your fall history." Snape listened attentively, as if he was looking forward to it.

"I'm disappointed. I have nothing to do with Ginny." Harry frowned and turned back. He paused, "I'm going out tomorrow."

"Looks like something happened." Snape sneered.

"My friends threw me a birthday party at the Burrow," Harry explained, "I haven't seen them in a long time, and you can't take away my right to interact with my friends, even if you're My professor." The more he spoke, the more confident he became.

The corners of Snape's mouth straightened, and he stared at Harry indifferently for a moment.

"Since you didn't complete your quiz, you must be ready for punishment to transcribe." He pulled up a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Harry's eyes widened.

He just went out for a trip, why was Snape punished to copy the book!With a headache, Harry looked at the "Common Psychological Poisons/Medicines and Antidotes" that the old bastard asked him to copy, which was thicker than a textbook, and his hands had already started copying mechanically.His movements are so proficient that it really doesn't make him happy at all.

"Snape seems to be covered by dark clouds. Could it be that the Dark Lord has summoned him?" Harry guessed, thinking that his copying speed slowed down, and he couldn't help thinking about the reason why Snape was so gloomy—what? There was no way the Dark Lord had discovered Snape's rebellion.

So Harry was relieved, and he was optimistic again.If Snape was unhappy because he was out - then let Snape remain unhappy.

He has no obligation to make the old bat happy!

Early the next morning, after a relatively wordless breakfast, Harry hurried back to his room to grab some things before sneaking off to the Burrow.Since Hermione will go, then he can't give up this opportunity, and go to Hermione with what he doesn't understand in homework. It's a pity that he can't tell her about the Dark Lord's soul fragment—maybe he can say something else things, such as the DA Association.

Snape stared blankly at the used fireplace, which was spotless and seemed to have another person's residual warmth.

Today is July 7st, and he didn't forget about the time.

But it was clear that Potter didn't need him, his world was only open to his friends.Maybe there was one more person, but how much thought would Potter have left for him now?

Snape walked into his private study, and the door closed and locked automatically.He took out the bag with the isolation spell from the cabinet, and took out the pendant box that he had studied for a while.

It was indeed Slytherin's locket, the real thing.It's a pity that there is now a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul on it, which greatly reduces its sense of historical vicissitudes.

He carefully used some spells to test the soul fragment on it, which has not yet awakened.And Snape wasn't going to let it wake up—what he needed was a gentle way to get rid of the soul fragments, but unfortunately it was a locket rather than some kind of living creature—he still remembered Harry mentioning that the black The devil's pet, Nagini, also has a soul fragment on it.

Snape pursed his lips. He waved his wand and cast another tentative spell. The feedback was disappointment as he expected.

Having used so many spells, he also had some realizations.So Snape was going to move on to the second thing, which was also his usual method - to start with potions.

He already has some ideas, for example, starting with spiritual potions, of course, the last will be the extremely evil potions that act on the soul-naturally, this kind of potions must have excellent effects, but he doesn't think he will treat that little bastard. Use these medicines.

So he still proceeded along his train of thought, from the shallower to the deeper.

Once research is underway, time flies by surprisingly quickly.

Peter, who has learned the essence of the house-elf, is like a mouse in a dark corner that comes and goes without a shadow. His only function is housework, making meals for the two owners of the house.

However, Snape did not come out of the room until the lunch on the ground outside the research room was hardened.

His stomach growled in protest. Snape glanced at the boiling potion in the cauldron. Bubbles kept popping, so he turned down the flame at the bottom of the cauldron.Then he checked the time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and he was sure that the little bastard had completely forgotten about going home.

Ah, that little bastard wouldn't call this home his home.This is just a hotel where he stays, and he can leave at any time for better places - such as Weasley's Burrow.

A group of fiery red Weasleys are easier to win the favor of the Savior than the dark old bats.

Snape took a last look at the potions in the cauldron. He tidied up the items on the sink, locked the dangerous items in the cabinet, and strode out of the room. He opened the door and wiped out the food at the door.

The living room was empty.

There is no living person in the whole house except him.A Gryffindor without the plethora of bugs that annoyed him.

Terribly quiet.

Summer nights can also be so cold that you can't feel your breath, just like becoming an ice sculpture at night, blending with the night.

When Harry came back, he staggered and almost went the wrong way. Fortunately, he had a good tongue when he stepped into the Floo network and read correctly.

Merlin, from the Burrow to the Leaky Cauldron and back to Snape's house, what a twist and turn!It's amazing that he came back after almost being bullied by Ron!

"Potter, have you been drinking?" Snape frowned fiercely, and he reached out his hand to grab the little bastard who was almost touching the floor, smelling of alcohol.

"The idea of ​​the twins." Harry hiccupped, squinting at Snape, just by the light of the candle - I don't know if he could see the person in front of him - he laughed so stupidly, This kind of smile never showed on the old bat.

"They brought in several cases of wine, I thought it was soda!" He belched, spitting out champagne-colored bubbles.

Snape stared at him blankly and almost left the drunk Harry on the couch - but he didn't do that, instead he put his hand under Harry's knees and lifted him up to the stairs .

When he entered his bedroom, the drunk was already asleep.

"10 points deducted from Gryffindor, underage drinking." Snape snorted softly, and his hand lifted the bangs that fell on Harry's eyes, revealing the smooth forehead and the famous scar.

Snape's gaze paused for a while, he got up silently, and when he left, he looked back at the unsuspecting sleeping face of the person on the bed, and went downstairs to satisfy his stomach needs.

Harry woke up with a splitting headache, he wrinkled his face and groped his hands under the pillow, picked up his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, he opened his eyes and blinked and then grabbed his arm again, the pain Convinced him that this was not a dream.

Harry lifted the quilt with a sullen face, and he actually slept all night in Snape's bed!This is simply too scary! —Wait, where's Snape?

Harry looked left and right, looked around and saw that there was indeed no other person in the entire room.

Isn't this the good time he was looking forward to?

Harry didn't bother to find out why he had been lying in this bed all night, and hurried to the cupboard where his sweetheart was kept.These days, he had already figured out the unlocking spell that Snape was chanting.

Harry read it out in succession, his expression turned to excitement, and he pulled open the cabinet. After looking at the familiar box, he felt half relieved, then turned his gaze to other places in the cabinet, and finally stopped at On the glass bottle filled with flocs of white silk thread.

"This is it!" Harry was determined, he stretched out his hand excitedly, his fingertips couldn't help but tremble, and he picked up the glass bottle.

It's full of memories.

That must be what Prince left him with.

"Potter! What are you doing?" Snape stared at the little bastard standing in front of the cabinet holding something, he strode forward, and sternly shouted after seeing the items in Harry's hands , "Put it down."

Harry was taken aback by Snape's utterance, his hand holding the glass bottle was already unsteady and almost slipped to the ground.

"No!" He turned to Snape. "It's mine!"

"Your stuff?" Snape sneered.

"Of course it's mine!" Harry held the bottle in his hands.

"Give it to me." Snape reached for it.

Naturally, Harry would not return the things he found so hard. During the struggle between the two, Harry accidentally failed to hold the small glass bottle tightly in his hand. Its body was too slippery.

Eventually the glass bottle fell to the ground and shattered with a loud snap.

"No, this is the last thing Prince left me." Harry yelled in despair, he stretched out his hand in a daze to retrieve those memories, but he just watched the white flocs between his fingers Dissipated in time, disappeared into the air like a gas.

"What did you do!" Snape growled, his head seemed to be blown apart, and he could only cover his aching head with one hand.

He stared hard at Potter who was always getting him into a lot of trouble and he had to wipe his ass.

Ah, a good job he did.

Suddenly, Snape lifted his nose subconsciously. He smelled the strawberry-flavored shower gel on the other party - of course he knew that he had been able to smell the sweet scent from Harry these days. Strawberry flavor.But never had it affected him as deeply as this.

Potter would never know what he had done.Snape tried his best to stuff all the images that flashed through his mind into the depths of his brain, those black eyes fixed on the little bastard in front of him, making him unable to leave his sight.

"What did you do! This is what Prince left!" Harry glared at Snape without showing any sign of weakness, and was so nervous that he couldn't feel any difference, and didn't even notice Snape discomfort.

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Harry tugged at Snape's collar: You give me back the souvenir Prince gave me!

Snape sneered: Why don't I remember that I left you a souvenir.

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