[HP] This deer is not a deer

"Continue with your experiment. I will personally test your potion before get out of class is over. If it doesn't work, I will deduct another [-] points from Gryffindor." Snape turned around suddenly, and said harshly. .

Finally, he gave Harry a warning look, turned and continued to stride away.

Harry sat down with his head bowed, and Hermione looked at him with concern, but she was relieved that Snape walked away.For the rest of the class, Harry suddenly became very quiet. Before the get out of class was over, he handed the potion to Snape.

Snape took it and only glanced at it, looked up and deducted [-] points from Gryffindor sneeringly, because he thought Harry's potion was not pure enough, even though it might indeed have the slightest effect.

Harry still didn't say anything.

He quietly returned to his seat and began to tidy up his desk. Harry's movements were very slow until the classroom was almost empty.

"Harry, let's go quickly." Hermione whispered to him, coming over to help pack things.

"...You guys go first." Harry said, "I still have to clean up, why don't you go out and wait for me."

Hermione seemed to want to shake her head, but after thinking about it, she nodded and whispered, "Hurry up then."

No one wants to stay in the classroom too much, and the classroom is empty faster than usual. Five minutes later, Harry was the only one left in the classroom, and Snape looked at Potter who was still slowly clearing the table.

"Potter! Get out of here quickly!" He frowned and shouted coldly.

Harry raised his head and turned his head to look around. The classroom was completely empty, only the two of them were left, and it was so quiet that the voice could echo.Harry put down the book in his hand and walked up to Snape.

"Potter, if you don't have anything in particular that you need to see me for, I'll deduct ten points from Gryffindor for your delay."

"I think it's important," said Harry.

Snape looked at him coldly, Harry stretched out his hand to grab Snape uneasily, the next second, he just touched Snape's hand, and was thrown away without hesitation.

He stared down at the hem of Snape's clothes in a daze, his heart was stabbed suddenly, and the premonition of uneasiness expanded in his heart.

"—Okay, what else do you have?" Snape became a little impatient, and said coldly, "If it's just to harass me, Potter, you succeeded, and the pitiful Gryffindor points Reduced because of you, fifteen points from Gryffindor."

Harry moved his lips, Snape was always so unreasonable... But at this moment, Harry couldn't help but feel that his heart was filled with liquid, and then it was pierced finely by the eye of a needle.

It was as if... suddenly something terrible happened.

Harry always had some good intuitions that he was wrong.

"I...you..." Harry was overwhelmed, afraid of how he felt.

"I thought I made it very clear." Snape frowned and said coldly, "I'm not interested in continuing to entangle with you. If you're only interested in this trivial matter, then leave me immediately."

"...Snape, why are you...why? Seems to be...a bit weird all of a sudden?"

"I thought it was always like that."

"No." Harry said, bowing his head.

Snape suddenly fell into silence, and after a while, his words came out slowly, "Have I always given you this illusion?"

"Just an illusion?" Harry's eyes widened.

"Potter, it's time for you to wake up." Snape grimly woke him up.

"You really don't like me," Harry said, pausing, clenching his fists, "hate me. Just stop giving me the wrong hints. Don't say you don't, don't say you don't... at least, It’s okay if I don’t hate you that much…”

Snape didn't respond, and said coldly, "Is there? What did I say? Potter, I really hate your pestering."

"No..." Harry opened his mouth to argue.

"My tolerance for you is because of others."

Harry was speechless for a long time, and responded with difficulty, "Because of Dumbledore? I thought you wouldn't..."

Snape just looked at him.

"Well, maybe I'm wrong," said Harry.

He looked at Snape, as if expecting something else from him.

But Snape just cocked his head indifferently, Harry clenched his fist, a frail look on his face, raised his fist angrily - he wanted to punch Snape in the face - and finally , Harry's hand shook, and slowly withdrew it. He didn't hit it, but withdrew his hand weakly and as if injured.

"—you can do this to me from the beginning." He was angry and hurt, and began to fall into obstinacy. "Of course, that will make me feel better, won't it? Are you satisfied now? It makes you feel good to smash everything up?— —Satisfied your vengeance? Right?!"

Harry thought Snape was laughing at him, even the way he was looking at him!Harry took a step back, feeling cold and desolate, and painfully found that the most terrifying thing was not rejection, but being given hope at the beginning, and then he was thrown to the ground ruthlessly, torn to pieces, and trampled wantonly by those who ruthlessly despised him.

What waiting is just an illusion.

He wasn't even the deer that would make peace with Snape in the Forbidden Forest.

Sure enough, why did he make such a ridiculous mistake?

"My feelings are...not worth mentioning in your eyes?" His voice was getting weaker and weaker, even faltering. Harry once thought that he would never ask such indecisive questions.

Snape moved his lips, but looked back indifferently, showing a completely ignorant attitude.

Harry took a deep, cold breath, and raised his hand uncontrollably - swung it down violently and irrationally!

'Snapped! ! ——'The clear and crisp applause echoed in the empty basement classroom.Harry's hands trembled, he looked at his own hand, and slapped Snape's face fiercely - being hit so suddenly, Snape was forced to throw his head away, the straight black hair hanging on his shoulders Messy hair covering the side of his face.

There was a red mark left on his thin cheek, Snape stood there like a log, but his pitch-black pupil shrunk slightly, the burning sensation made his cheek burn instantly, and the drooping hair made his expression blurred, Indifferent to no response.

But the echo died away quickly, leaving only complete silence.

Snape's thin cheeks were covered by messy hair. For a while, Harry was still in a daze. Snape was still unresponsive, emotionless, and Harry continued to tremble, hurt, and bewildered. .

He just turned his slapped cheek sideways, indifferent and indifferent, and didn't bother to say a single extra word.

Harry took a step back. He turned hastily and ran to his desk in a panic. He picked up his textbooks, threw his backpack on him, and fled here in a panic.

The underground classroom was completely silent.

In the dark and cold basement classroom, the corpses of the specimens placed on the shelves exuded a slight fluorescence, which was strangely cold.Snape stood quietly, he finally moved, turned his head slightly and glanced around, he was the only one in the dungeon.He raised his hand to touch his flushed cheeks, and the burning sensation on his cheeks was still burning.

Slowly, Snape raised his hand to cover his reddened cheeks, and he rushed out of the dungeon in a state of embarrassment.

He strode out, walking quickly all the way back to the office.

He ran into a Slytherin wandering in the cellar on the road, the student looked surprised, and saw that Snape was covering his cheek in a strange way... But Snape didn't understand at all, he quickly swept away However, quickly left everything behind.He quickly strode back to the office door, pushed open the door forcefully, and slammed it shut.

There was a loud 'bang' from the door, and Snape leaned his back heavily against the solid door. Ten minutes later, Snape moved his hand over his cheek slowly.

Then, suddenly, it was quiet again.

The touch on the cheek had disappeared, Snape knew it was real, but the burnt touch seemed to remain on it, the heart seemed to be missing something suddenly, strange and calm, the hollow slow suffocation spreading rust and gradually swallowing Dirty lungs.

Those dark eyes, no longer empty, made Snape unable to hide the fragility and injury revealed.His fingertips clenched the black robe tighter and tighter, and he took a deep breath, as if something suddenly penetrated into his body and made him continue to be vulnerable.

ended.

He lowered his head unconsciously, the wand in his hand was tightly squeezed, and his fingertips slowly stroked it... He restrained himself from trying to put it away, and Snape's empty black eyes looked at this familiar companion .

His fingertips stroked the stick lightly, feeling the cold and familiar feeling from his fingertips to his body.This perception was very desolate, and Snape suddenly became weaker, and his body curled up slightly.He raised his wand and murmured softly, "...Call God to protect you."

A silver doe figure leaped out from the tip of the staff, and the figure was blurred. Snape looked at the doe quietly and silently until she slowly dissipated... Snape's hand A little wobbly.

"Call God to protect you!" He raised his wand again, and hurriedly recited the spell again. The tip of the wand emitted a burst of white light, which seemed to be trying to gather together. After a long time, the white light finally dissipated in the air... Snape lowered his wand with a slightly quivering lip.

His hands were trembling slightly, and Snape raised his wand again with a little fear, and became more weak, unable to carry on.

"...Call God's Guardian." He whispered that difficult spell, and Snape watched a hazy deer shadow slowly gather from the silver light on the tip of the staff.

The silver light dissipated again, and the room fell into quiet darkness again. Snape slumped weakly against the cold door panel, becoming helplessly depressed.Harry's presence made him start to become vulnerable, and he couldn't even maintain the existence of the Patronus.

Memories in the darkness kept lingering in his mind, Snape tried to open his eyes, but still sank in the memory, red hair, smile, and... Also, he was still thinking about that boy……

This made Snape even weaker and injured, he felt like he had been hit hard, bleeding from the wound that was pressed to the bottom of his heart.The bottom of my heart is like a sobbing and injured beast that has been imprisoned, and it can no longer hold up its cold face.

The obvious avoidance, and the hot touch on the cheek were still clearly engraved in his heart, which made Snape fall into injury for no reason.

He didn't like Harry's ignorance at all.

A haunting and terrifying emotion slowly crept up, Snape's eyes were empty, sad...and fear, fear terribly guilty.

"No." He whispered.

Snape lowered his eyes, and a deep line formed between his brows.He was exhausted and unable to struggle, and fell into terrible guilt. He lay powerlessly on the bed shaking his head, panting heavily.

After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Lily..." Snape's body curled up, as if it became more painful, and he was sinking deeper and deeper in guilt and struggle.

"You know, Severus, you have no way out."

"I know..." he whispered to himself.

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A week passed.

Harry became taciturn, he no longer automatically stopped when he saw Snape in the corridor, and his eyes no longer followed Snape.

It seemed like suddenly everything was back to normal.

No more enthusiasm, no more chasing, even seeing Snape in the corridor.

Harry became a little reticent, and his transformation still disturbed Hermione and Ron.

Snape didn't respond to this either, his indifference even made Ron and Hermione tremble, and he wouldn't even look at the three of them any more, except perhaps that the Potions class was still so bad The dreaded deduction of no change.

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