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Last night was not a dream.

Harry stared blankly at the black velvet bed curtain above his head. He scrunched his face, turned and buried his head in the pillow, breathing Snape's breath—this was terrible!

He took the other half of the pillow and patted it on his head, then suddenly he stood up again, dragging his overworked waist and went limp with a hiss.His ass still had a weird feeling of being stuffed with a foreign object, and it was dull and painful.

But Snape wasn't here.

Harry made sure the old bastard wasn't in the bedroom either.He lay back again.

Unfortunately, his temporary room has been emptied and he has nowhere to go.

The door opened and Snape entered the bedroom with the food.

"Potter, since you're awake, don't lie back, you already owe a day's homework." Snape said, and he put the dinner plate on the bedside table.

Harry had to sit up, and then he was stuffed with a spoon and a bowl of porridge with warm milk, a lot of cereal and dried fruit.He stirred a few times with the spoon and looked up at Snape.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"It was an accident," Snape said.

Harry almost laughed angrily, "I didn't make you responsible. I just mistook you for Prince." He stood there in a daze as he spoke, his eyes dripped with a precipitant called nostalgia, making his emerald green The eyes are deeper.

"I remembered when Ron and Hermione and I used the Time-Turner to go back in time in the third year. Nothing changed for us. All that happened was what happened in the past. Dumbledore said that history is It cannot be changed. I am thinking that if there is a possibility of changing the timeline, it will also consume a very large amount of power."

Seeing that the little bastard just said that he didn't take a bite of breakfast because of his crazy thoughts, Snape took the bowl and spoon and scooped up the food himself and fed it.

Harry glanced at Snape, licked his lips that hadn't been dripping dry since waking up, he hesitated for a while before he honestly opened his mouth to eat the spoonful of cereal, it was quite delicious - not like With Peter's craftsmanship, the food made by that mouse can barely be eaten, and the taste is quite bad, which can be regarded as the only one he has tasted.

"Professor, do you think Prince has returned to the time he was in?"

"He's back." Snape took another spoonful and fed it, and passed the egg sandwich after feeding the bowl of porridge. He watched Harry take a bite of the sandwich before continuing to speak, "You don't need such a lame temptation."

"What Dumbledore said is correct, history cannot be changed."

Harry couldn't finish it after one bite, and he looked down at the sandwich in his hand in silence.

"So I really won't see him again."

"He's going to grow up, he's going to be old. Twenty years later he's going to be something you don't expect. Time is the most irresistible magic, Potter, if you're still thinking about 20-year-old Prince , then I advise you to give up this dream as soon as possible." Snape said sarcastically.

Harry jerked his head up to look at Snape, his eyes widened so wide that he wanted to fully see the nasty old bastard in front of him, the darkened eyes were dazzlingly bright, the word shining was created for him.

"You actually named yourself Prince!" This old bastard is too cute!

"Aren't you yelling happily?" Snape made a blank face.

Harry remembered that he had indeed called Prince, Severus and the Professor many times yesterday.Suddenly, the heat on his cheeks was almost enough to fry an egg.

"You are my prince, whether you are 15 or 36 years old." Harry said, so sincere that the heat on his face faded, "Even if you are over 100 years old, you are still my prince."

"Show your thick skin again." Snape snorted, looking at the sandwich that had only eaten one bite.There was only one other person who didn't tell Harry about his youthful nickname.

Harry had to eat the sandwich under the supervision of his ex-lover, who was 20 years his senior, and was stuffed with a glass of milk when he was done.

"I don't like the smell of milk." He moved his lips, "unless someone feeds me."

"Are you a giant baby?" Snape stared at Harry indifferently.

When Harry heard it, he laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed, as if he was very happy, he picked up the glass and gulped down the milk.

After the meal, Harry wanted to get out of bed but was held down by Snape, who waved some books and papers over with his wand.Harry stared at the increasingly familiar objects, which finally fell into his hands.

These are his summer assignments.

"It's already halfway through the holidays, Potter. Procrastination is no good excuse." Snape twitched his lips, looking very satisfied with Harry's sour face.

"Okay, Professor." Harry sniffed, and grabbed Snape's sleeve before he left. "Professor, if I finish my homework, is there any reward?"

"Why do you need a reward for doing your part?" Snape pulled back his sleeve.

"But my ass hurts, and my hand still hurts from copying books." Harry thought he had a good reason.

"If you can complete these homework today, you should have done it long ago. I will spare time to teach you some tricks that the textbooks will not give you." Snape did not want to continue bargaining with this little bastard who used to push his feet. , a direct commitment is given.

"Then we have a deal, Professor." Harry laughed, and he looked down to find the unfinished assignment from yesterday.

Seeing that the little bastard finally calmed down to do his homework, Snape walked towards the locker, took out the box and walked back to the bed, put it on the bedside table and left quietly.

Perhaps after experiencing an accident, it will be more beneficial to the overall situation.Snape descended the stairs to his private study, which had been packed.

Although it was unplanned, Potter would trust him more.In other words, he could take this opportunity to stuff something useful into Potter's head.

After roughly drawing up the teaching plan, Snape re-ignited the cauldron and continued to make the potion in an orderly manner.

After burying his head in a sheet of homework, Harry stretched his body. He turned to drink water only to realize that Snape had put his sweetheart in his hand before leaving.

Harry raised the corners of his mouth and hugged the box to his chest, opened the box and took out the black ball inside, rubbed his hands on it and rubbed his cheeks.

"Dad's sweetheart, I'm sorry, since it's Severus who locked you up, you can only keep it like this for now. Don't worry, I will find a way to get you back to Dad as soon as possible—at most two Years, I promise." Harry kissed the glass ball, and comforted him carefully for a while—even though he would not get a response, before putting it back.

As if drinking a potion of energy, he vigorously flipped through the book and continued to solve the homework.

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Harry: I don't want milk unless you feed me!

This giant baby!Snape stared angrily at the little bastard who had been used to a lot of problems, took the milk and sucked it, then took the chin and kissed it.

"Hmm." Harry's eyes widened, and his whole body was not well.He was forced to drink milk, and his mouth was searched by that cunning tongue!

"I, I can drink the milk myself!" Harry blushed angrily when he was let go, but he was grabbed by the wrist when he tried to take the milk away.

"How can the savior do it himself? Your needs will naturally be met." Snape hypocritically raised the corners of his mouth, took another sip of milk, grabbed Harry's chin, and continued to feed the milk.