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"Mr. Potter," Snape said sullenly, squinting at the little boy standing in his office, "I think you need a thorough introspection. It seems that the only way to make you thoroughly understand what you owe How much of me can arouse your conscience, and make you feel guilty when you contradict me. "

Harry stood in front of him angrily, staring viciously at the toe of Snape's... shoes, pouted for a long time, and finally remained silent.

Is he going to tell this damn snot that he wants to spend more time with him, so he deliberately confronts him in class to win a chance of confinement?Harry secretly glanced at the snot-nosed man, his surname is Potter, not a slut!

Snape's eyes narrowed, staring at Pot intensely, grabbed a piece of parchment and patted it in his arms, "Write it out one by one!"

"...you are simply unreasonable!" Harry waved the parchment away, refusing to cooperate, but in the end he was pushed on the chair brutally, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get Snape to hold his collar and Press the hand on the back of his head.

"Snotling!" Harry tried to raise his head, and grabbed Snape's hand vigorously, "Let go of me! Damn you..." Little Pot started to groan, moaning and crying , and finally limp on the table.

...he just knew he couldn't hand over his memory!damn it!He's got all his bad habits back, including pulling his collar!

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was filled with a strong smell of potion, and Snape was standing in front of his workbench, carefully brewing the potion.He was wearing a black, loose black wizard robe, and his half-length hair was finally no longer so greasy. His dark eyes were always fixed on the tongs, never moving a bit.

He was now almost on par with the old bat that Harry remembered.

Except the old Bat is his boyfriend now.

==…Old Bat is his…boyfriend.Harry still felt a little pain in his balls thinking about it now.

Harry was lying on Professor DADA's desk, biting a quill and staring intently at Snape.His eye circles were still a little red, and after he groaned for a while to make sure that Snape would never soften his heart or coax him, he honestly picked up the quill.

Well, now come to think about what and how much he owed Snape.

Harry clutched his quill and began to settle accounts.

First of all, he probably owed Snape his daily breakfast, Snotluck was a bastard who treated his body like an enemy, and if it wasn't for accommodating him in the first place, he wouldn't have gotten up early to make breakfast.

Maybe he still owes him a bunch of white shirts.Snape's worn-in dirty shirts filled the closet, and he didn't wash his clothes at all, throwing away every worn one.Harry suspected that Snape had worked for more than ten years without saving a penny, and his salary was probably spent on shirts.If his idea unfortunately comes true... how will he live in the future?I heard that it is more difficult to raise a child than to enshrine Merlin.

Harry listed them one by one. Looking at his crooked words on the parchment, he couldn't help but fell silent.He suddenly discovered that what he owed Snape was an almighty servant...

Time slipped away unknowingly when Harry was distracted, and the hour hand had already reached the number 10.Snape finally finished the potion, he scooped up the potion neatly and poured it into the bottle, each scoop was exactly the dose for a bottle, no more, no less.He packed up the things on the case, turned his head, and saw that Pot was sleepy with drooping eyelids.

Snape's lips twitched meanly, and he knew that it was better to expect Crabbe and Goyle to evolve than to expect Pot to do something.

He silently walked to Pote's side like a ghost, but Pote was still staring dazedly with his head propped up.Snape looked down at the self-criticism he had written on the paper, only to find that there were only three or two lines written on it.And that content... Snape's face couldn't help but gloomy.

He slapped the table with a slap, and Harry woke up with a start, nearly falling to the floor.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Snape, that innocent and bewildered expression could have gone to God to be recruited as a cherub!

Snape held up the thin parchment and shook it in front of him, and said as if to blame: "This is your review?"

"Uh... yes?"

Snape's eyelids twitched violently.

He suddenly discovered that no matter how many years passed, Pot could always make his mood go up and down, falling from heaven to earth, smashing through the ground and continuing to fall into hell.

"Okay." Snape frowned and took a breath, "Go away."

"what……?"

Snape yanked him off the chair, "Go back to your dorm."

"...But you, you haven't... haven't read the one I wrote!"

"That? Which?" Snape bent down and stared at Harry, his tone was cold, "This is a review, and you're just talking nonsense on it!"

Harry dodged back, looking so weak, he looked up at the tall and ferocious snot-nosed man in horror, stammering and not knowing what to say.

"I..." Harry swallowed hard, only daring to stare at Snape's big nose, "I...I owe you... affection."

Snape snorted heavily, his warm breath hitting Harry's face.Harry flinched back, blushing involuntarily, looking at Snape bewilderedly.

Snape looked dissatisfied, he lowered himself a little bit, his big nose almost touching Harry's, his face was full of haughty sarcasm, his tone was elegant and grim as he slowed down his speech, "Emotions? Maybe the noble Master Potter thinks that I am waiting for you to give me affection? Or do you think that in this relationship, you can be more than flexible and get out without paying any affection or price?"

Harry's face was flushed, he was staring at Snape's mouth, nothing good came out of that mouth, but he couldn't look away at all.He grabbed the hem of his shirt and looked at him shyly, just when he thought Snape was about to kiss him, he heard Snape speak again.

He ordered softly, almost gently, "Answer me, Potter."

The little boy was blushing, his moist green eyes were fixed on Snape, his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a word.

Damn tempting.Snape's lips pursed.

He has never found that an 11-year-old boy can be so attractive, with a fair and tender face, big and clear eyes, and even the messy black hair just makes him look more innocent, cute and playful.He stared at him timidly with wide eyes, his soft lips parted slightly in shock.

Snape's grip on Harry's clothes tightened, and he looked into the little boy's eyes with some meaning in his eyes.If he wasn't only 11 years old, if he wasn't worried about his reputation, Snape would have fucked him hard!Damn Merlin!Damn boy!

However, the next moment, Potter leaned over, like a little boy with a sweet tooth who finally got his ice cream, savoring it cautiously and cherishingly.Snape let out a growl of frustration inwardly.

"I owe you, but you also owe me." Pot kissed Snape's nose flatteringly, with a sly look in his eyes, "I have waited for you for 11 years, but you have kept me In the orphanage."

Everyone is the same in front of love, happy because of companionship, sad because of separation.Harry owed Snape 11 years, and Snape was also absent from Harry's life for 11 years.They both owe each other.

No, he owed him much more!However, Snape could not be distracted at all right now, his eyes were fixed on Harry's lips, and he tried his best to resist the urge to bite on it.

Harry observed Snape's expression, thinking that his rhetoric had successfully defeated the sharp-mouthed old bat.He raised his chin triumphantly, as if he was about to lean forward and put himself in Snape's mouth again.

The moment their lips were about to touch, Snape suddenly stood up and lifted Harry's collar, opened the office door and threw him out.

"Hope you don't get caught by Filch on your way back to your dorm, Pot."

~~~~~~~~~

"Don't! I don't have the energy to play any games with you right now." Harry said loudly to Ron who was rushing over, which made Ron who was going to rush over to have a passionate hug between men feel very sorry.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron sat next to Harry in confusion.

Hermione Granger was sitting on the sofa chair next to her and reading a book. She said to Ron, "Professor Snape obviously used some unconventional means to him." She turned to Harry, who was slumped in the chair Say, "I think you should complain to Headmaster McGonagall that he used physical punishment on you!"

Ron glanced at Granger, "What is corporal punishment? It's not popular here. Hogwarts used to hang students up and beat them. Didn't you hear Filch say that, Miss Granger who knows everything?" ?”

Hermione blushed with anger, she closed the book forcefully, and left the common room without looking back.

"You shouldn't have done that to her," Harry added inwardly, especially since she was likely to be your wife someday.

Ron waved his hand impatiently, "Forget about her, what's wrong with you? Was it really abused by the old bat?"

Harry's legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead. He sat up straight with difficulty, and stood up with the hand that Ron handed over.Harry gasped, "No... I'm just... working."

Harry walked into the dormitory, threw himself into his soft single bed, and sighed loudly, "Praise Hogwarts for the soft beds—!"

"Hey, what exactly did Snape do to you?"

Harry pulled back the covers and got in without taking off his clothes.He moaned vaguely twice, trying to get away with it.

He would die without telling Ron Snape what he had done to him.

Kneeling on the ground in DADA's office to wipe the floor for more than two hours in exchange for a good night kiss or something... It's really not something to show off...

Harry blushed involuntarily. He shrank into the bed, said good night to Ron who continued to ask, then turned over and closed his eyes.

Ron muttered "poor Harry" beside him, and went back to his own bed.

After only a few minutes, Harry felt that he was about to fall asleep. He thought in a daze, but he didn't feel how pitiful he was.

Indeed, Harry's life at Hogwarts was like a duck to water. Ever since Harry took Ron, Hermione and Neville to take a few shortcuts and get to the classroom in time, they became good friends.Ron even introduced Harry as a confidant, saying that he would introduce him to his twin brothers.Ron insists that Harry is a genius kid who can beat his clown brethren.

Compared with Harry, there was another Harry Potter who only showed off with the Marauder's Map. Ron still didn't like him very much.

Two Harry Potters live in the same dormitory, but their popularity is very different.Maybe it was because Ron's attitude was too obvious, or it might be that the other Harry's young master was too vividly behaved, so that there were few companions in the dormitory who could chat with him.

For a period of time at the beginning of school, he was alone.Although he looked proud and always had a casual and dismissive look on his face, Harry could always feel the loneliness in it.He always remembers the day they met, the boy's tentative approach and warm, sweaty palms.

But now he no longer looked at Harry expectantly, they were real strangers.

Of course, his love was also at home. Although Snape hadn't forgiven him yet, going in and out of DADA's office was a common occurrence for him.Of course, the premise is at the cost of deducting points and penalties.

Little Potter is Professor Snape's alternative favorite.There wasn't a class where Snape didn't deduct his marks, and little Potter seemed to be following him, there wasn't a class he could go up and down honestly.

Oh, I forgot to mention, in order to distinguish the green-eyed Potter from the brown-eyed Potter, our protagonist is called Little Potter by the professor and classmates, and the other is Big Potter.And the reason, I don't think I need to explain it?Of course it was because of that tragic height.Xiao Po Te Children's Shoes once expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, but unfortunately, the appeal has been rejected.

The tall man stood on the podium, looking at the students sitting below with a look of impatience, his wrist flicked slightly, and the wand made a beautiful spin, "Turning the wrist skillfully, Imagine your wands lifting a veil instead of a mountain." He looked at Harry Potter, the trumpet one.

Harry's wrist twirled accurately, he said the spell, and with a light flick of his wand, a red light hit the wooden block in front of his desk, piercing through it with a "bang".

Well done.But obviously Snape didn't intend to praise him.For an old man who lived 34 years older than him, well done.The snotluck glanced at Pot, who was painting an old cucumber with green paint and pretending to be a cucumber seedling, and turned to walk towards Slytherin.

"Bang"!

There was another loud noise, as if the whole classroom was shaking, and some timid students were frightened and screamed.

Snape turned around quickly, angrily seeing that damned Harry Potter sitting on the ground in a panic, the table in front of him was blown to pieces!

He strode over to check Harry's face scratched by debris, picked Harry up and walked out of the classroom.As he walked, he said viciously: "Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor! Because of Harry Potter's self-righteousness, I hope you finally get what you want, kid! Confinement tonight until the end of the term!" He suddenly turned his head and said Looking at the students in the class, he said stiffly: "You study by yourself for the rest of the time."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, the wands of the students suddenly fell out of their hands. Amid the exclamation of the students, they flew into the drawers of the podium table and were locked.

Snape left the classroom with Harry in his arms. He rushed out quickly, his black robe flapping behind him like a huge black bat.

The other Harry was sitting in the classroom. He turned his head to look at Snape's leaving figure, his brown eyes were full of suspicion, and there was an indescribable expression on that face that was very similar to Harry.

~~~~~~~~~

At 08:30 that night, Harry arrived at Snape's office.

Snape was grading homework, he raised his eyes and glanced at Harry, who hadn't run over early, "I hope you get what you want, Mr. Potter."

Harry's face was sullen from the moment he entered the door, which made his face look extra funny, after all, his current body is only 11 years old.He walked straight towards the terrarium in the office without saying a word.

Snape looked at him as if, and continued working.Standing in front of the terrarium, Harry secretly glanced at Snape, a sense of grievance of being misunderstood and abandoned suddenly welled up in his heart.

He just wanted to be close to him.

Why did he lie on the ground and wipe the floor like a servant?What did he do so much for?He also survived for 11 years!In the past 11 years, he has worked as a newsboy, sold candy, biscuits, and chocolates, delivered milk to others, worked as an hourly laborer, mowed the lawn, threw garbage, took care of pets, and he has done all the jobs that can make money!

Sometimes he has to go out to work every day for two or three months in a row. He has to get up at six in the morning and stay busy until the afternoon.For his biological age at the time, that kind of hard work was beyond the comprehension of adults.He saved whatever money he saved and spent it all on his fare.He went to the city again and again, and returned disappointed again and again.

But even so, he didn't complain, and he was even willing to help Snape clean the floor and do housework for Snape's forgiveness.

But what did Snape give him?He was stingy in giving him the slightest response, even reluctant to give him a goodnight kiss!

Picked up the iron pliers, picked up a small live snake two fingers thick and sent it to the breeding box.Inside the box is an Indian iron-beaked leopard-tailed hawk, which is the size of a short donkey on all fours, barely able to fit into the breeding box and put it in the office.I heard that Hagrid wanted to raise it, but because this kind of magical creature was inhumane and cruel by nature, he stayed here all the time.

Harry forced himself to concentrate on feeding.He picked up another small snake and handed it in.The iron-beaked eagle snatched the snake from its pincers in one gulp and swallowed it. Dark red blood dripped from the corner of its mouth. The yellow eyes of this beast kept staring at Harry.

The iron-beaked hawk was fierce, but Harry had never seen it in a cage.The iron-beaked eagle is proud. It is the overlord of the sky. Its beak and claws are its weapons. It can open people's intestines with a light bite. The bite force is ten times that of ordinary magic creatures. Even hard steel can Get bitten by it.It was stronger than the hippogriff, but he had never refused food from Harry, and Harry had never thought the beast could be tamed.The fierce light in its eyes told him that if given the chance, it would bite through his throat and regain the kingship.

It's like Snape.

Kind of like, Harry thought vaguely, he fell in love with an iron-billed leopard-tailed hawk, only he restrained his minions for him.

"Are you going to kill it?"

Harry shivered violently. Before he knew it, Snape had walked behind him.

Harry put down the pliers, stood up, turned around and replied in the same flat voice, "Now that my work is done, can I go?"

Snape stood in front of Harry with his chest crossed, looking down at him, "You can come here every night from now on. From now on, I don't want to wipe your ass for your troubles anymore."

Harry suddenly raised his head and stared at him and said loudly, "I wouldn't intentionally hurt myself in exchange for a chance of confinement! I said it was just a mistake!"

Yes, since he said so, then it must be so.The little Pott had never been a good liar.He has a pair of clean eyes, no matter how much he has experienced, the clean green will always make people throb.

But Snape didn't want to make it easy for Pot, it was a habit he'd engrained over the years.

Snape narrowed his eyes, looking at the wretched brat in front of him, no taller than his chest.He has a mocking smile on his face, which makes him look like a bully.He deliberately slowed down his speech, and said with maddening arrogance and sarcasm: "Unfortunately, you have no credibility, Mr. Potter. In order to be here, you have contradicted the professor, provoked your classmates, Trying to blow yourself up." Especially the last sentence, Snape's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

"I don't--!"

"You have. Can you deny that you don't have that kind of thought? As long as you act differently, as long as you get hurt, I will pay more attention to you, and even let you do whatever you want, as long as you don't do those goddamn things again move?"

Harry, who was still confident a moment ago, was speechless, "...I..."

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, he was obviously watching Harry's joke, but he said, "Now you win."

The snot-nosed man rubbed little Pote's face not at all tenderly, "Your wish is granted, Pote, come whenever you want, as long as you don't do those damn things again."

Harry looked at Snape as if taken aback.

Ever since he'd been a kid, he'd felt his status with the Snotlite had been reversed.He remembered that Snape had always been played around by him before, but now he was bullied by Snape so much that he couldn't turn over.But now, the suddenly gentle old bat made Harry feel uncomfortable all over.

But this did not affect his suddenly cheerful mood, he showed an extremely naive smile, with an incomparable dismay on his face, he looked at the snot-nosed man, "So you're going to let me do whatever I want gone?"

"..." The corners of Snape's eyes twitched, and there was a bad premonition in his heart.