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Lily and James were inseparable, but Snape still didn't react much.

Lily and James were glued to each other, and Snape still didn't react much.

Except for some dissatisfaction with James, Snape was as calm as a normal person.

Since Lily and James have dated, they have spent the last few days of fifth grade together and spent a wonderful sixth grade together.Now that they were in seventh grade, Lily and James were already talking about getting married, and Snape still didn't respond!

Ever since James and Lily became a pair, Harry was ready to go to fight the fire at any time, but Snape, the kindling, sat next to him safely, even if the pair of lovebirds on the opposite side were Tired of crooked affectionate.

He glanced at Snape carefully, at this moment he didn't know whether to be more fortunate or more worried.

It would be for the best if Snape could leave their relationship alone, because... because those were Harry's parents after all, they were meant to be a couple.However, Snape was also his friend.He didn't want to see Snape break his heart for Lily one day.

But why didn't Snape even respond? !

Apart from complaining about Lily's bad eyesight occasionally and finding an idiot, he has nothing else!What about your pain and helplessness, what about your heartbreak! ?What about the obsessive love that came to the fore back then, what about Snape who was questioned in the corridor and was so painful? !

Harry wanted to grab Snape by the collar and force him to cry, it was better to cry than to hold it in.Harry looked at Snape with an unbearable look on his face, he knew that Snape was sad.Lily, whom he had always loved, was sitting in front of him, sitting with James intimately.

The corners of Snape's eyes twitched, and he glanced up at Harry, "Is there something wrong with my face, or is there something wrong with your eyes that made you stare at me so intently?"

"...you don't allow me to stare at you because you don't have words on your face?"

"..." Snape's lips were tightly pursed, he looked away, lowered his head and continued to read.

Harry cleared his throat in embarrassment, smiled at James and Lily who were looking at him, and continued with their homework.

See, Snape's reaction was nothing out of the ordinary, sarcastic as usual, sneering and mocking as usual.But it was so normal, so normal that Harry thought it was weird.

After dinner, Harry didn't go to the Room of Requirement.The Room of Requirement has become their base, and the seven of them go there to stay if they have nothing to do.

That's right, seven people, including Snape.

A group of half-grown children, their lives have not yet been completed, their fate has not yet unfolded, and there is not even a hair on their mouths. What kind of hatred can there be?Arguing and fighting all day long, just to fight for a piece of candy, or a friend who gets along better.

Their real hatred started when they grew up slowly, with different beliefs and different goals, and finally became enemies.Harry is very fortunate, fortunate to have intervened in their lives before all this came.

Harry and the others have already entered the sixth grade. There is no grade test in the sixth grade, so the study is much easier.This also made it impossible for James to use studying as an excuse to avoid Quidditch training, and ran to date Lily.

The higher the expectations, the greater the pressure. Gryffindor has won the Quidditch Champions Cup for five consecutive years and is the most popular team in Hogwarts.In the sixth year, no matter what you say, you must win a championship, otherwise it will definitely be the worst team.

Captain Taylor was already in his seventh year, and this was his last year at Hogwarts, and it was his last thought of leading the team.Taylor was training the players like crazy, and even Harry was almost drilled to the skin, even if he was only a backup Seeker.

Quidditch matches have been arranged, the first is Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, the second is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and the third is the final battle between the two victors .Among the four houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin are strong teams, which means that in the second game, Gryffindor must win with one blow, otherwise it is hard to say who will be the champion.

In order to win the championship, the two brothers have not been able to get together with their friends for several days. Every day after class is training, and even the time for homework is very tight.They were tired like dogs when they went back to the dormitory at night, and he began to envy Sirius for his ease. The guy was a good flyer, but he just didn't care about joining the team.

James and Harry soaked in the hot water, enjoying a precious bit of relaxation in the evening.

They are soaking in the prefect's bathroom on the sixth floor, enjoying the top treatment in the school.This was lent to them by Remus, and the light bath was the size of a small swimming pool.

Harry sat on the stone bench, rubbing his legs.His two legs were so sore, and when the first-choice players were practicing, several substitute players were training their physical fitness.Long-distance running, squatting, and push-ups, this set is about to kill Harry, and the training intensity has continued to increase.Harry felt that he didn't need physical training to apply for an Auror job after graduation.

"Oh—" James stretched his limbs and sighed, "I'd rather die here, as long as I can enjoy this comfortable bath water again—"

"That's a corpse, James. Come on, get up and go."

James' face drooped suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Harry who had already changed into his pajamas, "Can't you be more poetic? In such a wonderful bathroom, shut your mouth that is floating like a corpse."

Harry took the cotton slippers out of his school bag, and was about to put on socks, when suddenly Harry chuckled, he cleared his throat, "I think gold diggers will like your poetry, romantic, won't you? "

"Gold Digger?" James looked at Harry. Suddenly, he turned his head and screamed!

Because James turned his head too much, his mouth passed through the face of the gold digger who came to him at some point...

"Oh——how can you, how can you kiss a lady's mouth at will!" The Gold Digger covered her mouth with her hands, shyly wriggling and shrinking back, "Usually when treating a lady, you have to write love first." Letter, then date, then consider kissing and..." The Gold Digger sank slowly as if shy, her chin touched the water.Her eyes dropped, looking down James' bare chest.

James looked at the Gold Digger in horror, rushed ashore as if fleeing for his life, picked up his pajamas and put them on.

"Ah—oh my god—! You actually appeared in front of my eyes without any clothes on! Hooligan—pervert—exhibitionist——!" The Gold Digger suddenly jumped out of the bath, circling twice in the air, twisting He plunged headfirst into the water and disappeared.

If her voice had been less impassioned and impassioned... perhaps Harry would have sympathized appropriately.

James hurriedly put on his pajamas, grabbed Harry's neck and shook him vigorously, "You hurt me! You must have seen the Gold Digger so you changed your clothes in advance!"

"Cough! No...no! I didn't!" Harry coughed as he pinched him, struggling to get out of James' clutches.

The two men were fighting, but behind them, where they didn't notice, the Gold Digger quietly emerged from the water.She looked at the clinging bodies of the two boys, and James' pajama pants hanging loosely on his hips - James' strong waist and buttocks were unobstructed, showing incomparable youthful vigor under the light.

"James! Let me go...Ah, ah...James...!" Harry was pressed to the ground by James, trying to make a final struggle.

The gold digger bit her nails and looked at the boys. She couldn't help showing an intoxicated expression, and jumped into the water.

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"Damn gold digger..." James grumbled as he walked, grabbing Harry viciously by the back of the collar, "If today's embarrassment is leaked by the gold digger - you're dead, boy! Even if it's mom I can't save you either!"

Harry struggled hard, shaking James' hand away from him.He didn't like it, James was already taller than him, it made him look like a child.

James looked at Harry with pursed lips, ruffling his half-dry hair.

The brothers walked side by side towards Gryffindor Tower, their clothes and schoolbags in hand, as they made their way to the common room before curfew.

A tall and thin boy was standing next to the portrait of the fat woman. He was leaning against the wall with his head bowed, his face covered by half-length hair.He was wearing black clothes, and standing under the dim light, he looked more like a black shadow.

Harry didn't notice him until the two of them got closer.

"Snape?" Harry walked up to him. "Why are you here?"

James also stopped. He glanced at Snape, "Harry, I only give you 10 minutes." Then, he picked up the clothes and schoolbag in Harry's hand, and gave the password to open the door. into the common room.

"Your body..." Snape looked at Harry from top to bottom, "Very good, I didn't expect that another characteristic of Gryffindor is debauchery."

Harry's attire was a little... not dignified.But for the sake of convenience and comfort, Harry thought it would be nice to "loose" once in a while, and it was almost curfew, and there were no students along the way.

"Snotlite, it's so late, you came here just to accuse me of being promiscuous?" Harry curled his lips helplessly, "Who are you looking for? Lily?"

Snape looked even angrier. Seeing that Harry was about to go in and help him get Lily out, he replied bluntly, "...No."

Snape took two small vials from his pocket and handed them to Harry.

This attitude is not good.Harry looked down at the potion in his hand, "Ah, I mentioned it to you yesterday? It's ready so soon?" He shook the small bottle, and there was a life-saving potion in it. The effect of the potion was—— Relieves sore muscles.

Snape pursed his mouth, as if a little unhappy, "I happened to have the materials, so I made some by the way."

Harry sighed, "Thank you. But can you stop saying that by the way? You've already done it, and if you put it nicely, you'll die?" He scratched his hair and looked around at the empty stairs He Lou Lang, "Listen, girls like a cheerful and humorous guy, no one likes a sharp-tongued guy... Cough, Lily can't possibly like it either."

Snape's originally angry face froze, "Lily?"

Harry scratched his hair in embarrassment, "What I've been meaning to ask... is... I know you like Lily, but now—"

"He likes Lily?!"

Harry shut his mouth abruptly, he looked at Snape in front of him, turned around to block him behind him, "...Hi, James, ahaha, you heard me wrong."

James stood beside the portrait, he looked at Harry, then at Snape, pointed at him and asked hesitantly, "He likes... Lily?"

Snape's brows were furrowed tightly, his face was tense, and he stood there stiffly like a mummy.His eyes moved to James, and then to Harry.Harry was still trying to explain, but it somehow bored him.

Snape took half a step back, walked around Harry, strode away without even looking at James.

He walked on the wooden stairs, making an "empty" sound, which echoed in the deserted Hogwarts at night.

Harry knew he was in trouble, and his eyes were fixed on James, fearing that he would become agitated in the next second and rush downstairs to kill Snape.

And James, he watched Snape go downstairs, looked back at Harry, with a confused expression on his face, and asked again: "You're not kidding, he likes Lily? Really?"

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, "If he didn't like Lily, why did you become an enemy of him?!"

James looked at Harry innocently, "I just hate Lily being friends with him, and at that time..." He looked at the fried-haired little brother, reached out to rub his messy hair, "Well, just pretend he likes Lily."

Harry: "..."

The author has something to say: Little Harry is sitting by the flower bed, holding a chrysanthemum flower petal in his hand: "He likes Lily, he doesn't like Lily, he likes Lily, he doesn't like Lily...he likes Lily."

Little Harry was distressed, so he picked another flower and pulled the petals, "He likes Lily, he doesn't like Lily, he likes Lily...he doesn't like Lily."

Little Harry was distressed again, hesitating to pick another flower.

Snape stood behind him with a dark face, "Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrupting official duties." He gave little Harry a fierce look, and whispered sinisterly, "At eight o'clock tonight, come to my Office, as punishment—"

Little Harry: "... woo..."

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