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Harry turned off the shower and stroked his dripping bangs back from his forehead.

He only took a cursory glance before covering his face with his hands, recalling that when he just turned on the shower and flushed with hot water, his butt was so hot that he almost didn't cry out.

This old bastard!

Harry gritted his teeth with hatred, he remembered that after he had finally boiled the potion according to the steps on the blackboard, Snape came over and judged his potion was too light in color!It must be because he did not mash the bezoar into powder but lumps!

"Tsk, what you cut is minced pieces instead of pieces. I really doubt whether you can read or not." He still remembered that Snape picked up the black fern he had put aside and shook it regretfully. He started talking his most annoying words!

So fucking strict!I just don't want him to have a good time!

In the end Snape disappeared the potion.

"Barely qualified, but I'm afraid you won't want to drink this potion after being poisoned." The soft voice was like a rain of arrows impaling him into a hedgehog!

"You should be glad, Potter, that it's holidays - your house points are still intact."

It's so vicious!

Harry picked up the towel and wiped his body vigorously until his skin was flushed, and he wiped his face hard.He looked at the light brown pajamas that Snape had prepared for him with a tangled face, and there was a cartoon deer head drawn in the middle of the clothes.

He dawdled until the bathroom door was knocked before he picked up the pajamas and began to put on. He put on his shirt indiscriminately and opened the door.The old bastard was sitting on the bed and flipping through a book, like he was hallucinating when someone knocked on the door just now.

"Come here." Snape closed the book and made Harry walk over.

"I think it's better for me to sleep in that small room. I'm used to sleeping alone." Harry hesitated for a while and walked over while facing Snape's impatient eyes.

"Harry," Snape called his name to Harry's surprise. He reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him down on top of him. With his other hand, he stroked the back of his neck. His hands were so dry and warm that Harry's pores dilated and his hairs stood on end.

"My place is not a hotel that can meet any of your needs."

"Teacher, Professor." Harry still remembered the title Snape asked him to call.

But he was put on the bed by Snape, and he noticed that he was frowning, as if he wasn't happy with the title.

This old bastard who is always picky!Harry cursed inwardly.

"What are you going to do?" He stared at the old bastard, and then saw that Snape's hand was on his pants, his eyes widened, and he reached out in horror to stop Snape from taking off his pants, But the old bastard grabbed his hand and it hurt so badly!

"If you are so reluctant to take the medicine, I will still force others." Snape snorted coldly, let go of Harry's hand, and stroked his wet hair instead. He looked very dissatisfied with the medicine in his hand. The wetness brought a dry towel to hit Harry's head, and before Harry could protest, he wiped his hair, and when he was dizzy, he threw away the towel and pulled his pants with one hand.

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