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As soon as the homework was done, Harry stomped down the stairs, his capacity for pain all the better - all he wanted now was for Snape to redeem his reward.

So Harry knocked on the closed door.After knocking on the door continuously for 1 minute, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Snape, who was disturbed, stood there with a displeased expression on his face.

"Potter, I said that no one was allowed to appear near this door when I was doing research..." His voice was like the sound of a rattlesnake's tail flicking, and the anger in those eyes was burning into a wildfire, about to Harry swallowed in front of him.

"Severus, I finished my homework." Harry ignored all of Snape's anger, and he said in a cheerful tone, "I know you're doing research, but it's okay to interrupt—study anyway. There is no need to worry about soul fragments."

"Your back doesn't hurt anymore, your hands don't hurt anymore, and your butt..." Snape folded his arms and stared at the little bastard who looked extremely healthy and even had excess vitality.

Harry immediately jumped up and covered Snape's mouth, "It hurts! It hurts all the time! So where's my compensation?"

Snape took that hand away expressionlessly, "If you are so eager to learn in school," he shook his head and snorted coldly, "this is the tutoring you asked for yourself." He walked out the door, but Harry flung him back again - it was like throwing himself into his arms, and he froze there.

"I want to change the content of the tutoring-now I can't use the wand, so why don't we tutor the potions?" Harry stood up straight and took a step back when he found that the body he was hugging was not moving. His reason was really Adequate to impeccable!Harry nodded to himself inwardly.

"Could it be that you want to sneak into my private research room?" Snape saw through the little bastard's thoughts at a glance.

"No." Harry shook his head honestly, taking Snape's arm and dragging him into the room.

Walking into the room, Harry looked around. He didn't pay attention to it when he came in yesterday. He didn't expect it to be quite big—most likely because of the use of space expansion spells. There are several rows of storage cabinets for potion materials. There is a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, and in the middle there are two super large cooking tables for processing materials. There are large and small crucibles placed in a row. There are four largest crucibles alone, and two of them are in use. The indescribable taste of the stock is still acceptable.

"I used to think that Prince could be my Potions professor. He teaches very well, and I can learn it as soon as I learn it."

"The gap between ideal and reality." Snape snorted, and he threw back the memories of teaching this little bastard who was not satisfied with his hands back into the depths of his mind.

"But don't you want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry turned to look at Snape.

"You need to ask your headmaster, I'm not a savior, any needs should be met." Snape mocked.

"Dumbledore will not meet my needs." Harry raised the corners of his mouth, and he began to spit, "To be honest, I hated the fact that you were my Potions professor for five years, thanks to my OWL Half of it should be given to Prince. You never give me a good face in class, and you give me a surprisingly low score, which is too shocking. Obviously you can't teach well."

"For questioning the professor's teaching method, 10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor. Fortunately, the points deducted during the summer vacation cannot be counted as college points." Snape snorted coldly and went to the potion ingredient cabinet behind him, and took some ingredients Put it on the empty counter.

"If you are looking forward to being taught by hand, then I advise you to give up this unrealistic fantasy as soon as possible."

Harry blinked, and he took a breath, "I knew it wouldn't be that easy for you to turn into someone else, after all, you're a complete old bastard." He remembered the time when he and Prince made the potion together Happy hours, his hand held by that pale, slender hand, Prince would teach him novel tricks that wouldn't be mentioned in textbooks, and get a kiss or a kiss when he did it right. Either on the forehead or on the cheeks.

They also do it on the counter.Harry's cheeks flushed at the thought.oh!Prince is so cute, the old bat is a disaster by comparison!

"Insulting the professor, maybe I should write this down and save your college points when the semester starts." Snape sneered and nodded the blackboard, and after erasing the research records on it, a large The production steps of spectrum antidote.

"This is very practical for you, if you accidentally eat some food with added ingredients." He said maliciously.

"Then using bezoar can achieve the same effect." Harry suddenly remembered what Snape had said in class, but at that time he didn't know what bezoar was, so he was deducted a lot of college points.

"If you can find the bezoar," Snape showed surprise on his face, as if he didn't expect Harry to remember, "but that's only a temporary measure, and the bezoar can't be done once and for all."

"I see." Harry frowned.

"Don't do it soon? Are you really waiting for your professor to teach you? Or do you really think you are a giant baby?" Snape knocked on the blackboard dissatisfied, "The steps are all written here. "

Isn't this exactly the same as his most hated Potions class?Harry's eyes wandered for a moment.

"I have another question."

This little bastard who used to torture him!Snape waited with folded arms for this time-wasting frivolous question.

"Why didn't Prince leave me any souvenirs?" Harry looked straight at Snape, wanting to see the depths of those dark pool-like eyes.

"So you thought the bottle of memory was for you?" Snape gave Harry an odd look.He couldn't understand the brain circuit of the little bastard named Harry Potter.

"Anyone will leave some souvenirs for him before he leaves, even friends!" Harry paused, without mentioning their relationship.

"Potter, have you been using me as a backdrop until now?" Snape took a step closer to Harry indifferently.

Harry's eyes widened, those emerald green eyes looking at Snape through the lenses, as if he was startled.

"So that's your memory—wait a minute, which means it happened yesterday because I broke that bottle," Harry murmured, suddenly thinking, and surprise leaping across his face.

"You know, and Prince knows—are you kidding me?" Suddenly Harry paused, and he remembered something, and he stepped back and bumped into the cold counter reminding him that he was still sore waist.

"That night—in the Forbidden Forest, and you were there." Harry stopped there, looking at Snape, momentarily dazzled by their chaotic relationship.

He was with Prince, and Snape was there, but the old bastard was - they slept last night.Harry's cheeks instantly turned as red as strawberry ice cream that was melting, and he was sweating from the heat.

Snape frowned, he didn't expect Harry to notice him that night, he thought that the snow parasite was enough to reduce the little bastard to a screaming and panting greedy, enough to use up all his energy .

"Yes, I was there. But what does that mean? Potter, I said that you should look forward and focus on the material you have at hand is what you should be doing - this is the remedial work you asked for. He stepped forward and stuffed the material-handling knife into Harry's hand, and snapped the hairy head to the blackboard.

"Severus, did you leave me no souvenirs because you know you've always been there?" Harry turned his head, looking straight at the old bastard, "and you didn't intend to accept those memories. We are under the same roof It's been more than half a month, and you've been silent until the last moment and you won't think of telling me. You're a bastard!"

"I accept your compliment. Besides, Potter, you should call me Professor." Snape didn't take Harry's accusation at all, he grabbed Harry's warrant and turned him to the cooking table, "Now, you It's time for your tutoring. Go make this potion yourself, and I'll check your potion in two hours." He let go of his hand as he spoke, and at the same time moved the blackboard to a position where Harry could see it when he looked up.After finishing all this, he walked towards the two cauldrons that were still steaming and boiling.

Harry turned back and stared hard at the old bastard who had just let him go.

"What happened in the past 20 years?" He muttered with hatred.Why did Prince become like this!If he had known that Prince would be the old bat, then he would—he couldn't give up his prince.

Harry's shoulders slumped, and with a sigh of relief, he turned back to the blackboard, took a handful of black fern and began to cut it resignedly.

What's the difference between that and being locked up?He was really stupid to ask Snape to teach him potions during the summer vacation!Is it too late to deny that his boyfriend is an old bat?

Harry was chopping the black fern as hard as he was biting that tough old bastard!

The author has something to say:

Harry: I hate it!The old bastard will not be my prince!

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry: Not enough homework?

Harry lay down on the ground and shouted: Ah!My back hurts, my hands hurt, my butt hurts, and my head hurts too!

Snape picked Harry up: I see, you need a full body check.

Harry paused, struggling: No! ! !I'm going to do my homework now! QQ