[HP] This deer is not a deer

Inside the office.

The fire in the fireplace was red and bright, and Snape was staring at the closed door.

After a while, he finally looked away.

He hung his head down, looking strangely in a bad mood, but there was no one in the office who could make him... Snape moved his stiff wrist uncomfortably, and he finally pulled out his wand and muttered something under his breath Charm, "Mirror Flying."

The mirror that suddenly appeared was pinched in his hand. Snape had a face full of reluctance, but he still brought the old and not too big round mirror to his eyes. He saw himself in the mirror, as always Looking ugly, the big nose appeared in front of the mirror first, Snape turned his head, almost letting himself peek at the greasy hair clinging to the side of his face almost imperceptibly.

"Oh!—God!" suddenly the mirror uttered a high-pitched cry.

Snape's forehead bulged slightly, and there were sharp voices in his ears one after another, and the voice that Snape hated echoed in the empty office, and the mirror shouted joyfully, "Oh, dear Severus, you How long have you been throwing me under the bed? Oh my God, it's so kind of you to finally let me see the light of day again!"

"Shut up!" Snape growled petulantly.

"Oh! Oh...well," the mirror's voice seemed to be lowered in fear, and then it asked in a chatty manner, "Then what's the matter with you finding me out? You finally found out what you should do Look in the mirror more, and then take care of that greasy hair, you shouldn't be so lazy, look at you like this..."

"I said it! Shut up!" Snape growled, almost gnashing his teeth.

"Okay, okay, it's not this, then you should also pay attention to your clothes, I'm not saying that your clothes are not decent, but you can't attract any opposite sex like this..." The mirror continued to be picky, "God !Look at those thick dark circles under your eyes! As a competent mirror..."

With a loud bang, Snape slammed the mirror on the table without hesitation, so fast that one almost thought that he would smash the damn mirror.

In an instant, all the sharp screams disappeared instantly.Snape's complexion became even worse, he pursed his lips, and a look of exasperation flashed across his face, he put down the mirror casually, and seemed unwilling to take another look at the mirror who was the 'culprit'.Snape stared at the mirror that couldn't scream, raised his hand to grab it, and flung the mirror aside.

That poor old mirror was thrown down by Snape, and it rolled to the ground. Fortunately, it didn't break, and fell to the edge of the wall with a bang. Poor mirror, in fact, there was nothing wrong with it... Well, maybe it was too talkative, and it just happened to hit Snape where it hurt.

Snape turned his head and sat back on the chair with no expression on his face, lowered his head and continued to correct his homework with a stiff face, as if everything that happened just now did not exist.Even though Snape resisted, he still did nothing.

Only Harry's obnoxious words kept lingering annoyed in his mind, as if singing, loudly praising, 'Your hair is greasy...it never looks like it hasn't been washed... '

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The next day, the sky was bright, even though it was still cold.

Snape chose to keep his mouth shut, but soon, he tasted the consequences.

In the evening, Snape saw Harry.

Harry opened the door and looked around, and soon his eyes fell on him, and then... Harry's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran up to him.

Snape's expression was subtle, he thought he should have made Harry quit, and even if he didn't, he should be afraid of him.

But Harry was looking straight at him, even blinking a bit, and the way he looked annoyed Snape a little, and Harry didn't avoid him like he had yesterday.This made Snape a little uncomfortable, or... he just thought he wasn't.In fact, there is no difference at all.

"Go and stay over there, and if you don't want to really waste my time and be imprisoned with potions that make you miserable and disgusting, just shut up." Snape sent Harry away.

Holding the thick volume of "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi", Harry raised his head and glared at Snape.

Snape was in a slightly better mood now, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a strange and joyous smile full of sarcasm.

Suddenly, however, Harry's eyes froze.

Snape's smile retracted, and the corners of his mouth stopped abruptly before he could restrain himself. That look was very funny, which made him look a little ridiculous.

Harry was still staring at him, his gaze resting on his shoulder...

Snape's face twisted, he moved his mouth, and said viciously, "—Potter!"

"—Ah!" Harry was taken aback, and then regained his senses in a panic.

"As your poor potions master," Snape casually leaned back, staring at Harry coldly, "I'm sorry I don't think there's much need for the undue attention of the savior Potter, compared to inexplicably Stare at me, Potter, and I think you should spend a little more time figuring out your meager and indistinct knowledge of potions, which, of course, you may think you don't need."

Harry's neck was flushed, and he couldn't lower his head to look at Snape.

"Now!—" Snape narrowed his eyes, suddenly changed his words, and asked softly as if whispering, "...Harry, have you seen enough? Hmm?"

At some point, Harry fell into a state of distraction again, and Snape asked him softly, and he was suddenly pulled back to his senses.

He opened his mouth and blurted out, "—you washed your hair." Harry was dumbfounded, like a little idiot who couldn't hide his thoughts, he opened his mouth and spit out the words that were lingering in his head.

Harry stared at Snape until Snape's face turned red and contorted, and he continued to stare at Snape stupidly.

The originally greasy straight black hair seemed to have been viciously washed off a layer of grease, and it no longer looked so shiny, but fell obediently and vertically on the shoulders.

Harry thought... Snape had become handsome!

This made Harry vigilant, what is Snape trying to do?He thought angrily and jealously, how could he wash his hair when he was fine? !

Who is this for? ……for what?Harry became jealous indiscriminately, unrealistically pretending, could that 'rival in love' come back?No, this is Hogwarts, but who knows if she will come in?Maybe she's a Death Eater too?Oh, he knew it, the speculations were so annoying! !What is Snape doing? ! ...

"Harry." Snape's feathery voice came down, making Harry shiver. He swallowed his saliva and stood there obediently, trying to pretend that he was obedient.

Snape was breathing cold, his face black as coal.

"Snape, no, that, I mean you've become handsome!" Harry stammered, immediately annoyed again.

A few blotches of inconspicuous red appeared strangely on Snape's face, and he turned into a liver color, and he glared at Harry fiercely.

"I, no, I mean...that..." Harry said incoherently.

"-Go and stay aside if you have nothing to do!!" Snape roared.

Harry shrank his neck and ran away immediately, not daring to look up at Snape at all.

Hiding his head in the corner, Harry was relieved until the stinging and fierce eyes moved away. While staring at the miraculously thick "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms", he had to wave his hands bitterly Quill, thinking about it in frustration, how lucky he was, he managed to piss off Snape... the kind of pissed off.

The pitiful Gryffindor points have not been deducted... It couldn't be more lucky. After 10 minutes, Harry finally couldn't help it, and quietly turned his head to take a peek at Snape. Snape stared at Harry vigilantly. profit.

Harry flinched, tried to lower his head and pretended to be a mushroom, he tried his best to loosen his throat, for some reason...Suddenly felt that this Snape was strangely cute...For some reason, the quill in Harry's hand became lighter.

After an hour and a half passed, Harry began to drag the quill pen in his hand in a daze. The silence in the office made Harry a little restless. Sirius, Lupine circled around, even thought about that 'rival in love' he didn't know where he had come from, and then circled back to Snape.

The office was so, so quiet, and Harry was absent-minded. He frequently looked up at Snape, and occasionally there was a bit of resentment in his eyes, mixed with a strange... Anyway, he kept turning around Snape. go.

Even though it was several meters away, that strange sight lingered around Snape all night long.

This led to Snape's nervous vigilance all night long.

It even made Snape irritated all over, but he couldn't spit out a word from his itchy throat.Snape stared at the parchment in front of him for a long time, the quill in his hand didn't touch a few strokes at all, and it took another 10 minutes before he seemed to wake up.

Snape's heart burst into flames, just because of Harry's attention!He started to be absent-minded and had trouble concentrating!

He even lowered his head unknowingly, and glanced at the hair hanging down his side face, he subconsciously thought, it's not greasy... Immediately, Snape was annoyed, pushed the parchment aside irritably, raised his head and stared fiercely at the peeping his Harry.

But his threatening and warning eyes didn't make Harry flinch as usual, Harry blinked his green eyes, and threw a few looks at him that didn't mean anything.

Snape hesitated slightly, and straightened his back stiffly... He didn't even know what he wanted to do!Snape fell into a complete tantrum, and then, but Harry managed to make Snape tense, although it made Snape feel inexplicable, even depressed.

He didn't understand what he was nervous about, it felt like attracting the attention of someone he liked, and he couldn't help being 'fearful'.

The thought circled in Snape's mind, successfully bringing Snape back to his senses, but the tense muscles in his arms told Snape that he hadn't.

"—Potter!" Snape's throat groaned, uttering the name clearly and viciously.Poor thing, only he himself knows that the annoyance and anger in his chest are like a leaked sieve, constantly deflated, that vicious and terrifying voice is a little bit strong, and as the words come out, the chest slowly Get rid of the feeling of powerlessness.

He angrily warned Harry, who was 'showing off his power' at him, in Snape's eyes, Harry was simply cocking his tail, jumping around triumphantly in front of him!

——This damned little guy...don't take him seriously at all!

The author has something to say:

Harry thought enviously: How could Snape wash his hair when he was fine?!

Snape (furious): Potter!! (Who doesn't wash their hair!)

How could Snape wash his hair when he was fine?! Make this sentence evil into a song and ask Harry to sing it for Snape to hear (～￣▽￣)～