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If there were any good things in Snape's 17 years of life, there were only two - one was Lily, his childhood friend, and the other was Harry Potter.

Snape liked Lily, had liked him since he was a child.

Lily has red hair, warm, cheerful, so beautiful.Her green eyes are like lake water, clear and translucent.

She is a Gryffindor, with confidence and courage in those clear eyes.

Gryffindor was fine, and even though Snape never wanted to admit it, he preferred the house with Lily to the cold Slytherin.

Harry Potter is different from Lily, he looks less smart than Lily, sloppier than Lily, clumsier than Lily, lazy than Lily, shorter than Lily... and shorter.

But it seemed that he was closer to Harry than to Lily.

If Lily is compared to a fairy or a goddess, then Harry Potter is the goddess's little pet, which can be rubbed at will by pulling it over.He will look at you innocently with watery green eyes, with a smile, or annoyed and helpless.

Snape didn't dare to rub Lily, but he dared to rub Harry.And it feels surprisingly good.

Pote always has a lot of persistence, and those persistence are inexplicable without exception.

For example, Pott insists that Gryffindor can win the school Quidditch Cup for six consecutive years, and insists that Gryffindor can beat Slytherin for seven consecutive years.Insisting that Lily and James were made for each other, and insisting that he—Severus Snape—was a good guy.

Also, Harry Potter insisted on being friends with Severus Snape.

Harry Potter was a weird kid who took it for granted that his evil Slytherin was a good guy and would be a great friend.No matter how vicious he stabbed Potter, he would have the cheek to stick to it.

He doesn't emphasize justice as much as Lily does, which makes Harry appear less tough, but he is extraordinarily firm and tough about friendship.

He said, we are already friends, now and in the future.

Those were the best words Snape had ever heard growing up.

But damn Pot never would call him Severus properly!what did he call himSnape, Snotluck!Nose your sister's essence!

Snape looked at the long Gryffindor table, glared at Potter, as if the chicken in his mouth was Harry, and ate it viciously as if venting hatred.After finishing the last piece of chicken, Snape left the hall in a hurry, gnashing his teeth and cursing, cursing Harry Potter for not being able to find a girlfriend, not being able to find a wife, and being a mess all his life!

He was walking alone on the road leading to the cellar, the figure of a person stretched long under the lamp, looking lonely and lonely.Suddenly, Snape heard a very soft voice behind him, almost like a whisper: "Severus—?"

Snape froze for a moment, thinking that he was hallucinating, he stopped abruptly and turned around, but he didn't see anyone beside him.But……

It's Kid Potter playing with the Invisibility Cloak again.

Snape felt a little embarrassed, and his lips pursed involuntarily, as if forming a line.He could tell it was Harry's voice, calling him... Severus.

"Pot?" Snape deliberately pretended to be disdainful, lowering his voice so that it sounded like a curse.

"Don't just stand there dumbfounded! You've already attracted people's attention!" Harry's voice sounded a little nervous, and Snape felt his waist being poked, "Go on."

Snape's face suddenly pulled down, as if someone owed him money, and he couldn't tell what was wrong with him, maybe in the current situation... Potter should have a better attitude?

He restrained his expression, turned around stiffly, and continued to walk towards the dormitory.It was as if he had just forgotten something, talking to himself.

Today was the last day of term, and they were going to board the Hogwarts Express early tomorrow morning, and Snape, he was going back to his cold home.

Thanks to the end of the term, the Slytherins were all busy chatting and laughing, and had no time to find trouble with Snape, let alone notice that there was an invisible tail behind him.

Snape was walking back to the dormitory, looking at the Slytherins talking and laughing around him, he couldn't help feeling a little awkward.

He opened the door of the dormitory, threw his schoolbag on the bed, turned around and closed the door, and at the moment of closing the door, he felt a icy cold on the back of his hand.

After closing the door, Snape tore off Harry's Invisibility Cloak without any hesitation, rolled it up a little rudely, and threw it on the bed.

A black-haired boy with disheveled hair appeared in the dormitory out of nowhere, "Snot, can't you be a little more polite?"

Snape glared at him, "...Potter, why are you here?!"

"Uh huh. I'm sorry to follow you without your permission—"

"I thought what I said two days ago was clear enough. We are no longer friends...and this is Slytherin. If you are caught, do you know what will happen to you?"

"—Is it too late to add one sentence now?"

Veins began to appear on Snape's forehead, and his temples throbbed, "...Harry Potter!"

Harry stared at Snape with wide-eyed eyes. He sauntered over to the bed, sat down on his bed, and even swung his legs.He blinked innocently and looked at Snape, "I said, you obviously forgot what I said, no matter which path you choose, you are my friend. I chose you to be my friend , instead of choosing your future. So, we are still friends, right, otherwise you wouldn't have covered me in."

"...What on earth are you here for!?" Snape sat on the chair, staring at Harry as if confronting him.

"I just wanted to come to see you and be with you." Harry said as if it should be taken for granted. "You avoided me these two days and didn't even reply to your letter, so I came here. I just wanted to ask you, Will you come to my house during the holidays?"

"If you have any brains, Potter, you should know that if I don't reply, I will refuse, and it will be quite a complete and merciless rejection!" Snape said decisively, and he strode to the bedside, Picking up Harry's clothes, "A small person like me can't afford to go to your expensive home."

"Severus, you're like a kid who says sour grapes when he can't get enough grapes."

"...don't call me Severus!"

"That's called a snot-nosed man."

"..."

Harry jerked his hand away without any effort at all.He turned around and sat back on the bed, put down his schoolbag, took out a small box from it, and took out some odds and ends, and put them on the bed, "This is from my mother." Snacks, and lunch, this is yours, save it for lunch tomorrow."

Snape squinted, "I don't need to."

"It's stew and thick soup. Mom said you like this." Harry said to himself as if he didn't hear what he said.

Snape stood in the room, suddenly at a loss. He looked at Harry Potter and the small lunch box in frustration, as if they were poison that pierced the intestines.

"Mom also brought some snacks over. And this one, I gave it to you." Harry opened another box, which contained several bottles and jars, "Nutritional potions, refreshing potions and so on."

Snape's lips were tightly pursed, he looked at Harry, and it took a long time before he could say two words, "...Thank you."

"You're welcome, we're friends."

He seemed to know what this sentence meant to Snape, as if on purpose, he kept mentioning it in his ear.But it seemed completely unintentional, he shrugged his shoulders, looking so indifferent and so taken for granted.

Snape would have liked to have thrown him out if there weren't a bunch of cannibalistic Slytherins outside his door.

Harry took out two more books and threw them to Snape, "This is a book from home, how about reading this tonight?" He stood up and took out a towel from his bag And pajamas, go to the bathroom.

"What are you going for?"

Harry raised the things in his hands, "Go take a shower."

"...Why the hell are you taking a shower here?!"

The bathroom door opened, and Harry stood at the door, taking off his clothes and said, "I don't think you will come to my house during the holidays, so I will come to accompany you on the last day."

Snape stared at Harry Potter with startled eyes. He stared at Harry's naked upper body and shouted unbearably: "Shut the door! Pot!"

Snape's evening life was pretty uninteresting.After spending two hours in Snape's bedroom, Harry came to a conclusion.

Harry was used to Gryffindor's dormitory, where there were six people in one room, lively and noisy, which never stopped.And Slytherin's dormitories are all single rooms, with separate toilets and private bathrooms, which are outrageously luxurious and deserted.

But Snape's situation was even more deserted.

At 48:[-], Harry walked into Snape's bedroom.

At [-]:[-], Harry finished his shower and started wandering around the dormitory until he ended up spending time in bed, reading and dazed.

At [-]:[-], Snape went to take a shower, Harry was eating snacks, listening to the sound of flushing, leaning against the head of the bed bored.

At 08:30, Harry was woken up. Snape finally rolled out of his lovely bathroom. Harry was almost overwhelmed by boredom. For the first time, he realized that Snape loved taking a bath so much.

At exactly nine o'clock, Harry had been here for two full hours, but what had he done?He didn't do anything, didn't even say a word.

Snape had already started to read the book in his arms. Harry suspected that Snape's life was spent half of his life on sleep, and the other half was probably devoted to books.

Harry took a pack of multi-flavored beans, unpacked it, picked a delicious-looking color from it, and handed it to Snape.

It's brown, maybe stew, or chocolate.Snape looked up at Harry, took it and ate it.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, he thought that Snape would not pick it up, but immediately after, he became very interested in throwing food.He began to hold the bag of all-flavored beans, picking out delicious beans from it, and handing them to Snape.As for Snape, he read the book intently, from the first glance, to the end without moving his eyes, just took it and threw it into his mouth.

Harry turned to look at Snape.Snape's facial features were more three-dimensional, more three-dimensional and more uneven than most British people.His nose bridge is very high, if it can be straightened up, it can be connected with the forehead.He had deep eye sockets, high cheekbones, and thin cheeks.It made him look serious, prim, or... like a strict Italian mafia boss, or a priest in the priesthood, if only he could be a little more genial.

Snape sat on the chair, his head lowered, almost plunged into the book, his eyes staring at the paper in bewilderment.

Harry picked out a turquoise bean and handed it to Snape.

Snape took it and put it directly into his mouth, chewing and chewing.But almost immediately, immediately, immediately, Snape burst into tears—

"What the hell did you feed me—?!"

Snape frowned angrily, his face was blushing strangely, he twisted his face and stared at Harry Potter, with tears running down his face...

As soon as Snape's question came out of his mouth, Harry smelled a strong smell of mustard.

"Pfft... I don't, I didn't do it on purpose, haha——!"

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Harry was lying on the bed, on a soft pillow made out of a schoolbag, covered with a thin quilt made out of clothes.He closed his eyes and fell asleep early.

Snape was lying next to him, with a string of bells between them, a "virtue line" that Snape insisted on, as if Harry would sneak up on him in the middle of the night.

"...Potter?" Snape lay on the bed, looked at Harry whose back was turned to him, and called him softly, "Are you asleep?"

Harry didn't react at all.

Snape's voice softened slightly, "Huh... Pot?"

Harry was still unresponsive, he had fallen asleep.

Snape propped up his upper body, and slowly leaned over. He carefully avoided the bell, stretched out his hand to brush Harry's sideburn hair, and gently touched his soft earlobe.

He let out another soft cry, then leaned over and leaned over.

There was a soft "jingle bell", and Snape was so frightened that he fell back on the bed with a "boom".Harry's sleep was disturbed, he grunted, turned over, and fell asleep again.

Snape turned sideways, face to face with Harry, a smile formed on his tightly pursed lips, but he suppressed it immediately.

Harry Potter, this is the best, the best, that Snape has met in his ten years of life.