[HP] look at you

After staying in the Pensieve for too long, Olivia staggered a little when she came out.

She just remembered that she seemed to have not rested for two days and two nights.From taking care of Draco, to saving Snape, and using another day of magic to restore Hogwarts, a series of things made her forget the passage of time.

Snape next to him reached out to support her, she stood still, and smiled at him sideways, "Thank you."

Snape was silent for a moment, then said, "That's what I should have said."

Just as Olivia was about to speak, she suddenly heard the voice of another Mr. Snape.

"Well, well, well."

The pitch of the three words became lower and lower, and the silky and soft voice carried a very obvious and restrained sullen emotion, which made Olivia's heart skip a beat for some reason.

She turned her head and saw Snape standing outside the office door, the lights in the office cast a long shadow behind him, it seemed that he had been standing there for a long time.

He squinted at the two people inside, and the smile on his lips would never make people think that he was really smiling.

"It seems, my wife, that you had a rather wonderful evening?"

Olivia: "..." Ahhh.

Snape: "..." What a novel experience.

Snape's eyes were like lightning, staring at the hands of the two of them who were still holding each other, walked over and said coldly: "Mr. Snape, you can let go."

And before Snape could let go, he had pulled Olivia closer to him.

Snape has never been a person who is insulated from the word "good temper", and he became angry when he was so provoked.

He said slowly and softly, "If you can't keep watch over your wife at all times, get used to her accepting help from others."

Two flames shot out from Snape's dark eyes.

Although Olivia's head was full of black lines, she still quickly hugged Snape's arm, rubbed her face lightly, smiled with her face up, and said softly: "Sorry, sir, I didn't find me, I'm worried Yet?"

Then, visible to the naked eye, the anger in Snape's eyes subsided a lot.

Snape: "..." Can't believe the other one would be so easy to deal with.

Olivia asked again: "Have you been busy until now? Have you eaten dinner yet?"

Snape's mood was almost stable—or he forced himself to calm down, and took her hand, "No, what about you?"

Snape seemed to have insight into that person's heart, and perhaps to the other party, whether she had eaten was more important than whether he was angry.

"I forgot too."

"To the kitchen?"

"it is good."

With just a few words, the two of them had returned to their original state of getting along.

However, as they were about to leave, Olivia glanced at Snape.

Although she didn't speak, Snape unbelievably understood what she was thinking just from the look in her eyes.

She wanted to care about him, wanted to ask him if he had eaten, and wanted to tell him to pay attention to his body.

And she didn't speak, apparently only because she cared about the mood of the person beside her.

Snape sneered in his heart, and said, "I can only let him bear it for a while." Seeing her appearance, she was not willing to let him suffer the slightest grievance.

Just when Snape thought she was going to leave like this, she gently hooked the wrist of the man she was holding with her little finger.

It was such an insignificant little movement that made Snape's wrist feel a little itchy for no reason.

The two stared at each other silently for a while.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Snape, and gave an insincere smirk, "Together, Mr. Snape?"

Of course Snape felt the very familiar unwelcoming aura emanating from the other party.

But in his character, there has never been such words as "considerate" and "giving in". On the contrary, he is very happy to watch others—even if, or especially, it is another good show of himself, so he nodded slowly .

"If you don't mind."

The two Mr. Snapes exchanged glances, confirming that they were people they didn't want to see.

In the middle of the night, the trio who finished helping in the infirmary yawned, stretched and beat their arms wearily.

Hermione wanted to go back to sleep, but Ron felt exhausted, hungry, and wanted to fill his stomach.After what he said, Hermione also felt a little hungry, and looked at Harry, who naturally had everything he could do.So the three of them turned back to the kitchen.

Along the way, seeing the castle that was basically restored to its original state, Hermione admired: "That Ms. Orpington is really amazing. She must have graduated with 12 O's."

Ron said weakly: "Maybe, why not call her Mrs. Snape... Hey, I feel goosebumps all over my body when I say that." He scratched his arm unbearably.

Hermione glared at him, "You need to change your attitude. Now that we know Professor Snape's dedication, we must give him the respect he deserves."

"Okay, okay, I'll try. But it will take at least 14 years to reverse the terrible impression he left on me in seven years." Ron muttered.

Hermione didn't bother to talk to him, and was only worried about Ms. Orpington, whom she had a crush on, "I don't know where she is resting now, and Hogwarts doesn't have her room."

Ron was hungry and sleepy, half-closed his eyes to scratch the pear on the portrait, and said casually: "She is resting with her husband, Snape, of course, your concern is not as good as..."

Before he finished speaking, Harry kicked his calf, and Ron immediately jumped up and screamed, "Harry! What are you doing!"

Then he saw Harry and Hermione looking into the kitchen with dull and terrified expressions, as if seeing Voldemort's seven soul pieces having a party in it.

Ron felt ominous and turned his head inch by inch.

In the brightly lit kitchen, a beautiful lady with a smile on her face waved kindly to them. Beside her, two Snapes who looked [-]% alike looked at them with the same bored expression.

Ron really thought that the scene of seven Voldemorts dancing in it was not as spooky and scary as this scene.

Is it too late for him to close the door now as if they don't exist?

It was obviously too late, because Olivia greeted Harry warmly, "Harry, come quickly."

Ron watched helplessly as Harry walked quickly, his eyes shining.

He roared wildly in his heart: brother!Don't you see two beasts and dragons squatting next to the beautiful flowers?You used to be not enough for each of them!

Olivia was leaning against the long table and drinking a cup of hot milk, she took another cup and stuffed it into Harry's hand, rubbing his hair, "You are tired, go back and have a good sleep after drinking. "

She seemed to enjoy touching his head.thought Harry.He was a little embarrassed, but he really felt that he loved this action to death.

He has been longing for someone to comfort him so tenderly, feel sorry for him, and tell him, "You are tired, you can rest."

Harry took a sip of milk with a sore nose.

Olivia looked towards the door, "Hermione, Ron, don't just stand there, come and see what you want to eat."

The house elves also participated in the battle today, and suffered a lot of damage. The long table at this moment is not full of rich food like before, but just some bread and ham.

Ron sneaked a glimpse of the two Snapes standing next to Ms Orpington with a glass of milk in one hand and a sandwich in the other, while the other was facing them with a piece of toast.

It was really hard for him to imagine what the three of them could discuss in this state just now.

"Your wife is very beautiful."

"Thanks, I think so too."

so?

"Mr. Weasley." The two voices sounded at the same time overlapped, and the terrible effect of the reverberation made Ron tremble, only feeling that someone pressed his neck and buried his face in the icy water .

Ron squeezed the sausage in his hand, looked at Snape on the left, and then at Snape on the right, seeing that they also glanced at each other, and then moved away in the opposite direction. For a while, no one continued to speak.

Ron: "..." Is it even more uncomfortable to hang him like this?

Olivia held back her smile so much that her hands were shaking, she finally put on a serious face, "Mr. Weasley, if you don't have an appetite, don't waste food, there are more people who need it than wasting it on you —Probably so."

In the end, he couldn't hold back his laughter.

Snape next to her dragged his voice, "You still missed a sentence, ten points from Gryffindor."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and Olivia and Snape on the other side were also a little surprised.

"Can we deduct points?" Olivia felt that after Snape finished speaking, Hogwarts Castle responded, and the gems in the scoring hourglass seemed to have really decreased.

"Five points to Gryffindor." She tried, feeling that subtle connection again.Sure enough, Hogwarts here also recognized their professor status.

"These five points were added for no reason and shouldn't be valid," Snape said coldly. "Fifteen points from Gryffindor - counting the previous ones."

Ron: "???" No, is it necessary?

Hermione sighed sadly.

Holding the milk glass, Harry pumped himself up a few times, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "Professor Snape."

He just didn't expect the two Snapes present to look at him together.

"..." He tried hard not to flinch, looking directly at the more tired and depressed Snape, "I want to apologize for all my previous misunderstandings, doubts, accusations and hurts. I'm sorry. Still Yes, thank you for always protecting me and..."

"Mr. Potter," Snape interrupted Harry's sincere confession, and said impatiently, "First of all, as far as your misunderstanding and suspicion are concerned, I don't care at all, because your opinions and preferences are not worthy of my attention." .Secondly, I can seriously count your slanderous accusation, because you insulted the professor, Gryffindor deducted fifty points. And hurt—hurt?"

He sneered, "The great Mr. Potter may be able to kill Voldemort, but he doesn't have the ability to hurt me. It is true that he attacked the professor. Gryffindor will deduct another fifty points."

Harry was stunned by the point deduction.

Hermione was over it.A score is just a number, more or less, what difference does it make?

"Finally, I hope the self-centered Mr. Porter can figure out one thing. Everything I do has nothing to do with you from the beginning to the end. Don't express your overflowing boring emotions to me. There is this time. Why don't you think about whether you can pass this year's NEWT exam and graduate." Speaking of this, he smiled happily, with a hint of threat in his words, "After all, I should still be the headmaster of Hogwarts now?"

What is the cruelest thing in the world?The brave defeated the big devil and found that this semester is not over yet...

Hermione went crazy instantly!

"I actually forgot...God, how could I have forgotten! There is still an exam! There is still one month left! I haven't read any books at all!" She yelled in a broken voice.

Ron tried to comfort his girlfriend, "...actually, none of us have classes..."

"YES! YES!! I don't have notes! How do I review?"

"It's a special situation, maybe we can apply..." Ron looked at Snape, who was smiling happily, and shut up.I thought, maybe they can consider applying to drop out.

Hermione dragged a person by the back collar with one hand, "There is no time to waste, we have to read the book quickly, I have to ask Ginny and Luna if they have complete notes, or should I ask Bill? He is Outstanding graduates……"

"Don't be like this Hermione, at worst we repeat the grade for a year..."

"Shut up Ron, if you dare to repeat a grade, I will break up with you! I can't accept a boyfriend who repeats a grade!"

"Then I..."

"Shut up Harry, you can't either! Do you want to graduate with Ginny?"

Watching the three people disappear from the kitchen door chirping, and their voices could be heard from a distance, Olivia took a sip of milk and said with emotion: "Sure enough, it's the energetic Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor who can never understand that silence is a virtue." Snape said with disgust.

Snape, who had been robbed of his right to speak many times, could only agree inwardly.

Olivia put down her glass and yawned a little, "Okay, it's time for us to take a break."

"The Room of Requirement?" Snape asked.

"It seems to have disappeared there." Olivia was shocked when she restored the castle, and she didn't know how they could lose such a magical place.

After all, she is not the Big Four, so it is difficult to replicate a House of Response.

"Go to the Slytherin lounge, there should be a spare bedroom." Olivia said, turning to the silent Snape, and smiling, "Good night, Mr. Snape."

Snape nodded slightly.

He looked at the couple arm in arm - he really couldn't understand, couldn't they be apart for a while? ——Leaving the kitchen, he slowly finished the toast in his hand in the quiet kitchen, and frowned and drank the cup of hot milk that was forced into his hand.

After the stomach is full, tiredness also sweeps over.

Snape floated silently like a ghost along the dark underground corridors back to his office in the cellar.

He could actually go to the principal's office, but he was still more used to this place where he had stayed for more than ten years-he only discovered that he actually had a sense of belonging to this place.

It's more reassuring for him here.

Entering the inner room of the office, Snape took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. He wanted to wash his face, but when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a small dark stain on the robe.

He had already changed his clothes, so there was no way the blood was still there.

Snape lifted his robes, what appeared to be a water mark in the middle of the back.

He paused his hand and remembered.

Are... that woman's... tears?

He didn't notice that she was crying, she was always smiling at him happily, mischievously, softly, as if just looking at him made her happy.

After a long silence, Snape pointed his wand at the spot.

The wet marks on the clothes gradually disappeared, and a drop of water appeared in the air, which was then contained in a small glass bottle.

Snape put the glass bottle and the photo he had taken out of his pocket back into the box on the shelf, stuffing it deep.

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