hp's road to the heart goes through the stomach

There were no windows in the old storage room. When Harry opened his eyes because of the biological clock, the surroundings were still pitch black. His fingers passed through the air, and the fluorescent green time appeared in midair, 6:[-].Harry quickly put on his clothes and crept downstairs - obviously Snape wasn't awake at this time.

Yesterday's ingredients in the kitchen have been used up, and the poor kitchen doesn't even have the usual bread and eggs.Harry rummaged around, finally gave up finding something to eat from this "clean" kitchen, and went straight out the door.It was a long way out of Spider's End, and Harry finally came across a supermarket.I hurriedly bought some daily seasonings and ingredients to be used, and returned to Snape's house, it was already 7:[-].

Waving the wand at will, the knife jumped and cut the bread into thin and even slices. Harry carefully cut off the bread, put the remaining middle part into the oven, baked until the surface was slightly burnt, and then carefully sliced ​​the bread into slices. Put the bread slices on the foie gras, the temperature of the bread surface makes the foie gras slowly soften, then spread the softened sauce evenly on the crispy bread, and finally decorate with some brightly colored berries, breakfast is basically ready up.

Thinking of Snape's habit of drinking black coffee to refresh himself early in the morning, Harry made another pot of black tea, just the simplest Ceylon black tea, served in a white porcelain teacup, with a transparent and clear red color, the aroma was extremely strong , added a little lemon juice to reduce the greasiness of the foie gras, and Harry served them on the small table.It just so happened that Snape walked out of the room at this time, seeing the breakfast on the table for a moment of astonishment.

"You're here to heal souls, Mr Potter, not to be a house-elf."

"Oh, Severus, you see, I have almost used up my savings on this trip, and I can't afford the treatment and potions of the best potions master of this century, so I can only do some housework to make up for it. "Sincere green eyes stared directly at Snape, I probably will never escape green eyes, Snape laughed at himself in his heart.

When he actually sat down to taste this breakfast, Snape felt inexplicably that the three meals Mr. Potter cooked might really be able to offset his treatment expenses?

The foie gras pate is rich in oil and has a mellow taste, while the aroma and sweetness of the ginger honey bread just reflect the taste of the foie gras, and it is lined with sour and sweet berries, with various layers of taste. The aroma of Ceylon black tea gently Get into every corner of the body and refresh him.It was far better than a house-elf's workmanship, and he seemed to have never tried anything other than white bread and black coffee for breakfast, let alone a traditional English breakfast, and at this moment Harry's cooking was surprisingly to his liking.

"I don't have a lot of materials today, and the purchasing time is too tight. I'll make you a traditional English breakfast in the future." Harry looked up from the plate as if he knew what he was thinking, and said.

Snape habitually wanted to refute something, but finally closed his mouth, maybe he couldn't bear to break the atmosphere at this time?

After dinner, Snape went into the study again, took a cup of black tea, and closed the door. After Harry "cleaned up" all the plates and cups, he looked at the worn and fuzzy sofa in the living room and the sofa reinforced by his spell. He found a reason to convince Snape that "I'm going to live here for a month, and at this time, in order to make me more comfortable", he disapparated and went to the home furnishing store.

He clearly understood most of Snape's preferences, selected a dining table made of solid wood, a plain fabric sofa and a solid wooden floor, and asked them to deliver it to the door of the last house in Spider's End Lane. After a round, he went to Diagon Street. The store bought a magically lit chandelier and quick-drying magical wall paint.After returning to Spider's End Alley, he first "cleaned up" all the old furniture and damaged floors, and painted the walls with warm light yellow paint. At this time, the home furnishing store had already delivered the things to the door.While praising the Muggles' work efficiency in his heart, Harry moved them into the house, waved his wand, and the precise control of magic power made the floor float piece by piece, laying it densely on the ground, and finally arranged the furniture.

After a few "clean-ups" at the end, Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the clean floor and the cozy and tidy living room. He looked around and felt that something was missing. He walked to the bed and pulled away the heavy The black curtains were thrown on the window again for "cleaning up", and the sunlight that was originally blocked by the curtains and dust finally penetrated in, illuminating the room that had been silenced in darkness all year round.

Harry sat back on the sofa, leaned back in the chair, relaxed his whole body, and closed his eyes. He needed to think about what happened next.From yesterday to today, everything went incredibly smoothly, and he achieved the first step of his plan so easily - living in Snape's house.In advance, he prepared many methods, and even made long-term preparations, but he never expected that it would be so easy.After the battle, Snape seemed to put away the spikes all over his body, he was no longer aggressive, and became silent.However, Harry felt that this Snape was not like him anymore. He seemed not interested in everything, but maintained his status as the headmaster of Hogwarts, busy with heavy affairs, just like Harry's student days. During those 7 years, he wasted his health, and he didn't cherish the life Harry managed to save at all.

Harry once returned to Hogwarts after graduation, and the rebuilt school was full of vitality.Snape was dubbed "the bravest man" by the Daily Prophet for Harry's testimony from his own memory and Dumbledore's portrait.The number of young wizards who wanted to join Slytherin suddenly increased too much, reaching a new high. Even though Snape was no longer the head of Slytherin, Slytherin was still proud of him.

Harry cast a "Phantom Charm" on himself and walked quietly on the Hogwarts campus. There was no shadow of war left here, and the little wizards were still innocent and making trouble everywhere. Professor McGonagall looked at those little wizards. The animal, with a serious expression but a smile in its eyes, walked around, but Harry couldn't see Snape. I heard that he stayed in the principal's office all year round, except for the sorting ceremony at the beginning of the term and the announcement of the House Cup at the end of the semester. He never showed up, which disappointed many little wizards who came inexplicably.

Harry almost misses the aggressive Snape, the big bat with the black robe rolling up and down when walking, but after the war, Snape has become less aggressive, so Harry is not used to it...

He just sat quietly on the sofa, and it took him a long time to stand up.Everything will be fine, everything is for the best, he told himself.After a short period of melancholy, Harry was full of confidence again, and began to prepare for lunch. After smelling the wine all night, Harry decided to make Burgundy red wine beef stew today.

Cooking for the one he loved made Harry happy, and watching Severus eat the food he cooked, his heart was filled with happiness, so full that it almost overflowed.When watching Snape take his first bite of bread last night, he felt the slight heat in his eyes, and he almost shed tears. He could only lower his head and take a sip of soup to cover up. He had no idea that he had eaten that meal. Knowing what was in his mouth and what it tasted like, he just carefully watched the opposite person eat all the things he made, and felt that his stomach was warm and filled.

How difficult it is to cook a meal for the one he loves, Harry cherishes every opportunity, he is unwilling to do some simple things, wasting the opportunity to use one less time.