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"Dumbledore went to Gaunt's old house."

Snape's slow words stopped the mind that was loitering unconsciously on his chest.

"Yeah." Harry pulled his head back a little, and there was a long yawn from his mouth, and then he opened his mouth and yawned, rubbing his eyes with one hand, and the other big hand that wasn't his. Joined in to help him wipe away the tears that almost spilled on the other side.

"Who went to Gaunt's old house? Wait, you're talking about Dumbledore!" Harry really dispelled the sleepiness, his eyes widened and the drowsiness disappeared.

"It's comfortable to rub?" Snape narrowed his eyes, and reached out to grab the messy hair on Harry's forehead that looked like dull hair.

Harry had never seen the old bastard look so relaxed, he'd only seen it with Prince, or rather they'd always been comfortable with each other, relaxed and happy, and they enjoyed each other's time - if time It never dies like a golden snitch that swims forward so fast that you can't catch it.

He blinked, and he froze in embarrassment, what a genius he was!Unconsciously, he was able to rub all these dozen buttons out of the buttonholes!

"So Dumbledore is at Gaunt's house now? He got the ring?" Harry returned to the previous question with feigned composure.

"Yesterday. While you were leisurely grabbing a box of undersized safety t-shirts." Snape pursed his lips, watching the little bastard lie back and grab a pillow to plug his ears.

Don't mention it again!Harry remembered the oversized size printed on the box he tore open yesterday, and wanted to forget about this paragraph!

Knowing that pretending to be an ostrich wouldn't change the fact that he had experienced that oversized rubber condom, Harry removed the pillow again, his hair even more messy than when he woke up, like a disaster scene swept by a tornado.

"You didn't tell me!" Harry sniffed and complained.

"Now you know." Snape lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, took off his pajamas that were fully unbuttoned, exposing his sexy back, and changed quickly and gracefully under Harry's gaze.

"Then Professor Dumbledore fell under your spell on the ring." Harry remembered what Snape had done on the ring, no wonder he knew that the spell must have worked.

Snape was slowly buttoning the buttons of his black silk shirt, and Harry's eyes were unconsciously glued to the sporadic red marks on the exposed pale skin, spreading from his neck to his chest.

The scenery faded away as the hand quickly buttoned the buttons with grace and skill.Harry couldn't help sighing, regretting not leaving more last night - he didn't have time to do it either!The old bastard would only get more and more angry by pressing him against the closet door to vent his anger.

Thinking of this, Harry immediately turned his head to look at the closet, and after discovering the suspicious white stain that had solidified on it, he mechanically forced himself to turn his head, pulled up the thin quilt to cover his hot cheeks, and dawdled without getting out of bed .

"Potter, have you found an excuse for your laziness?" Snape raised his eyebrows, and he bent down and reached out to pull the thin quilt off Harry's body.

"If you give me a kiss," Harry laughed and then stopped his laugh, turning his mouth into a pursed mouth that curled up, "good morning kiss." Whoever invented that term was so clever!It wouldn't be as if he was begging for a kiss in dissatisfaction.

Harry noticed that Snape paused, so he reached out and grabbed the silky collar of the black shirt in front of him, and he quickly leaned forward to kiss those thin lips before Snape could repent.

Snape took the delivered head between his hands and deepened their kiss.He seemed to still be able to taste the sweetness in his mouth, paired with the faint smell of strawberry shower gel on the skin between his breaths, he was so sweet and seductive as if he was about to complete a love potion.

"Now you've got it." Snape stepped back to end the well-timed break.

His hand was already on Harry's ass, patting the firm ass.

Harry blushed. He watched Snape walk into the bathroom, and slowly got off the bed. He almost fell limp on the carpet. He put on his trousers and white shirt, and buttoned them to the top like Snape did to cover up the marks on his neck a little bit.

"So Dumbledore's getting younger now—he's not going to be a teenager," Harry speculated, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table.

Snape swung his wand to extinguish the flame, put the scrambled eggs on a plate, and floated to the dining table together with the toasted sliced ​​bread. He straightened his sleeves and went to the dining table and pulled away the chair opposite Harry to sit down.There is no smoke and fire in his body, and he is so indifferent that he can't tell that he can cook and his skills are not bad.

"Your milk." Snape waved the milk to Harry's face, and said again after seeing the little bastard take a sip of milk contentedly, "You really like these white liquids."

Harry almost spat out the milk in his mouth.His face was as red as a boiled tomato, dripping juice.

"I don't like white liquids, including milk!" He gritted his teeth. If it wasn't for growing taller, he would have to drink milk every meal, almost a liter a day. However, he has grown by more than a centimeter in the past few months!

Snape enjoyed the scrambled eggs, admiring the flush of anger on Harry's face.Potter's furious catering is so delicious that it whets the appetite.

"I don't know how young Dumbledore is. But I think I'll see him soon." Snape raised his coffee mug, taking a sip of the bitter and sour aroma.

"You mean that Dumbledore will look for you." Harry understood Snape's meaning, "Indeed, if Dumbledore becomes younger due to the counter-curse of the curse, and other means can't solve it for a while, maybe he would think of using potions to cover it up. And you are a potions expert."

"But—there's still a strong Bewitching Curse on the ring, and since Dumbledore has the countercurse of the curse that means he's wearing the ring! We're lucky that even Dumbledore wasn't immune to that Bewitching Curse."

"You think it's luck." Snape put down the coffee cup, and the crisp sound of hitting the table made Harry look up at him.

"Of course, this can also be attributed to luck." Snape said in a casual tone, beating every word on Harry's heart.

"It can't be because of your Bewilderment Charm that I was the result of the spell, like I was cursed to see you young—" Harry shrugged and then opened his eyes wide as Snape picked up the coffee cup again. , "No way! At that time your memory was still in that little bottle!"

"I'm extremely curious if you lost everything I told you about the connection between memory and emotion when you proposed to study memory magic." Snape snorted coldly.

Harry stuck out his tongue, "I haven't forgotten—it's just that I really can't figure out why memory can't affect a person's emotions, including sensibility and rationality."

"If you took away all your memories of Hogwarts, would you forget the Coming Curse?" Snape asked back.

"Why not?" Harry looked at Snape stupidly.

Snape, who misjudged Harry's instinct for spells, paused and changed his example, "Then flying? For example, your knowledge of Quidditch?"

"But isn't that my talent?" Harry was utterly confused.

Never try to teach a Lion to think.Snape took a deep breath, "It seems that if you lose your memory, you will become a blank sheet of paper on which anyone can draw, and even lead you to do anything you don't want."

"But..." Harry frowned, he only retorted and then fell silent, and he hadn't been forgotten, how could he know what was going to happen?

So Harry changed the subject, "So Dumbledore is under the Bewilderment Curse, and you seem to have added something to the ring. So Dumbledore went to meet his desire?"

"If he's eager to defeat the Dark Lord, then we'll have a long time to work on that little problem with your forehead. But no good news so far." Snape drank his coffee.

Just then a gray-black owl flew in, bringing an encrypted letter written in invisible ink.

"What's this?" Harry asked.

"My informants—the Death Eaters, there are always some people who don't like others. For example, Bellatrix, who is in the limelight and has offended many people, has set up a bunch of people who want to step on her." Snape explained succinctly, and after the text appeared, he lowered his head and took a quick glance. One minute later, the letter spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes on his palm.

"They want you to fight Bella or someone else?" Harry picked up on Snape's words. "Isn't this using you?"

"Bellatrix broke out," said Snape, correcting Harry. "Exploitation is mutual, Harry, and you know there's no such thing as a free lunch. You want someone to pay for you. You need to show your sincerity."

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Harry yelled dissatisfied: I've already done the extra homework, what more do you want?One test a day?