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Snape was suffering from headaches and brain swelling, Occlumency left him expressionless.Maybe Harry thought he was angry, but that was only the beginning, after the little bastard started to argue that the memory in the broken bottle was a gift to him, Snape just felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Which of his nerves is wrong to plant under the trouser legs of such a frizzy kid.

"It seems that your body has recovered." Snape waved his wand to disappear the residue on the ground, and his eyes were glued to Harry's body, looking at him as if they could see through his pajamas.

Wait, pajamas!Harry looked down at the black pajamas he was wearing, and it wasn't his.

"You changed my clothes." Harry frowned, before he noticed what Snape was referring to. "If you mean that day, I didn't feel any pain, and it's been a month..." He curled his lips, reminiscing reluctantly about the day his sweetheart was taken out and put in the goddamn ball .

"I see." Snape stepped forward and grabbed the little bastard by the arm and pulled him out of the bedroom.

"Snape! Shouldn't you explain? Why are you changing my clothes?" Harry yelled, struggling but being dragged out by the old bastard.

"You're a man, Potter. Nobody's going to be interested in your chops." Snape's eyes glanced down at Harry, as cold as his words sounded.

Harry was deflated, Snape was right, and only Prince cared about him.Even if he stood naked in front of Snape, the old bastard would just mock him.

Only those who love him will care about his body and his soul, and he will care more about his inner being.

Snape is obviously not in this range, he is not even gay.

Harry, who was depressed and even lost Prince's memory, became even more depressed, so he had to go to that small room to continue his copying punishment.

Snape stared at Harry's back, watched the door close at the end of the corridor before going downstairs to continue brewing the potion.He has already been interrupted. This potion is very unstable. Since it acts on the spirit, it needs to be more concentrated to brew it successfully.

Snape quickened his pace, and he came to the cauldron. The boiling liquid in the cauldron was very unstable and might gushes out from the cauldron at any time.He picked up the prepared mild solvent and poured it into it, carefully observing the liquid in the pot.

He has more control over his emotions than many years ago, but Snape didn't expect the impact of that memory on him, or that after his memory merged into his brain, all the mental hints he had given were all disintegrated up.Under the Occlumency Technique, his mind was being bombarded by a violent storm, just like a ship at sea, either rushed out of the thunderstorm, or was overturned by huge waves and sank to the bottom of the sea.

And in this state, you really shouldn't cook a pot of medicine that requires your full attention and care.

If what Snape said was true, then why didn't Prince leave him with anything?

The quill in Harry's grip paused, and the blotch of ink on the paper gradually expanded into a black circle of considerable diameter.When he returned to his homework consciously, he frowned slightly, crumpled up the paper in a state of distraction and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

What happened to him?Ever since he was under the same roof with Snape, he had been very wrong.

Harry's mind flashed to the lake in the dark cave, Snape pulling him on top of him as they were surrounded by Inferi, so warm enough to drive away the cold damp and the long-lasting Undisturbed fear.

And in the basement of Gaunt's old house, he was bewildered by the hallucination magic on the ring, and it was Snape who pulled him out with his hand.

Even if Snape is his professor, he is a very powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts master, but his role is too strong - it seems that he has more expectations from Snape that shouldn't exist.

Facing the book that didn't even have a third of it copied, Harry took a deep breath to force himself to stop thinking about those things. Just as he pulled out a blank piece of paper and was about to continue writing, there was a sudden loud sound The sound made the floor shake, and Harry clearly felt that the lampstand on the wall shook too.

He immediately ran out and down the stairs, and black smoke came out from the crack of the closed door.

"Snape!" Harry yelled as he knocked on the door vigorously. After getting no response, he stared at the motionless door in front of him, backed up a few steps, and rushed forward to bump it with his body. Finally, the door was knocked open by him despite the pain that his shoulders were about to crack.He hissed and endured the shoulder pain, staggered two steps and rushed in hastily.

The door was opened, and the choking smoke gradually dissipated. Harry stepped forward, and there was indeed a figure falling down in front of the sink. It was not the tall, dark old bastard he was familiar with, but a significantly smaller one. ——The sight was suddenly blocked by tears, he couldn't see anything clearly, and the soreness welled up in his nasal cavity——maybe he was choked by the smoke.But Harry knew that wasn't the case.

He blinked his eyes hard, causing tears to fall, and opened his eyes wide with all his might.

Lying there is—

"Prince."

As if it was a signal, he was pressed the start button, stepped forward, and touched his cheek with trembling fingers, it was hot.

No -- Prince won't be here.

So it must be Snape!

Harry pursed his lips, he reached out his hand to brush Snape's hair, found that it was very greasy, and saw that his face was covered with black ash.He reached out and picked up the boy, determined to take him to the bathroom.

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In fact, Harry saw some of the professor's practices, and he was very confused.But his preconceived notion prevented him from thinking that Prince is a great professor.