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In the dark and cold corridor of Potter Manor, Harry was wearing only a tattered old pillowcase, lying on the ground and mopping the floor.

"Harry!" The hostess' voice came from the study, the door suddenly opened, the hostess frowned impatiently, and stepped out, the high and slender heels of the high-heeled shoes stepped on the floor The "da da" sound resounded through the corridor.When she passed Harry who was lying on the ground, she threw the dirty clothes on him, "I need to wear it tonight." After saying that, she stroked her smooth red hair and walked into the living room.

"Where is the afternoon tea?!" The hostess' voice came again.

Little Pote rubbed his numb legs, picked up the hostess's dirty clothes and stumbled to the kitchen.

All day long Harry struggled with endless housework, no matter how clean he cleaned the house, the mistress could always think of new tricks to torment him.

It wasn't until evening that Harry ironed the clothes and sent them to the mistress' bedroom.The hostess will wear it to the dinner party, dance the night away, and return at two or three o'clock in the morning.Then he had to get up again to wait for the hostess to rest.

Harry collapsed to the ground almost immediately after the mistress left Potter Manor.Lying on the rich wool rug, he stretched and let out a sigh.

"Who gave you permission to lie here?"

A deep voice came, startling Harry, he got up from the ground in a panic, and flicked the carpet vigorously.

A tall man stood in front of Harry, his gloomy face was as frightening as a ghost in Grimm's fairy tales.

Harry saluted Master Snape, who was the hostess' guest of honor and rarely appeared during the day.Harry looked out of the window in panic, horrified to find that the sun had gone down.

Harry's face quickly turned red, and he turned around and ran inside.

The man grabbed the boy's arm, almost lifted him up, and strode towards his bedroom.

The guest room was magnificently decorated, making Harry even more embarrassed and thin.Master Snape took a disgusted look at the pillowcase Harry was wearing, tore it off, and threw the boy in his arms on the big soft bed.

Harry rolled over to run away, but the man grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.

Harry heard Master Snape's voice ringing in his ear: "Potter, do your job—"

"No, don't! Ah! Ah... woo... um..."

……

Lily looked at James Potter who was beaming with joy, while Snape frowned and sneered strangely.

"You've made me a ruthless and cruel mistress who just makes poor boys do things and things every day. Call Severus a... bastard."

James looked away from them and muttered under his breath, "He's a bastard."

Lily's eyebrows were raised: "What about you, Mr. Potter? What kind of sinister character are you in the plan?" Her eyes narrowed, "Or a savior to save the poor boy—?"

The corner of James' mouth couldn't help twitching.

"That's not how good people are, Mr. Potter." Lily glared at him angrily.

James cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Alright! Alright! Then how do you plan to punish him?"

It was a tough question, how could they punish Harry properly?

The Potters looked at Snape in unison.

Snape's expression suddenly darkened.If you ask him, it might be the most appropriate to just block Pott in a secluded alley and give him a hard lesson.

Snape pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't get his plan out of his mouth.

Before their discussion came to a conclusion, they heard footsteps from the side.

A green-eyed boy with disheveled hair slowly walked down the stairs, his feet stepping heavily on the wooden steps, making a "dong dong" sound.The boy yawned, rubbed his eyes vigorously and went downstairs, before even opening his eyes, he went to the kitchen on the left in a familiar way.

The boy's appearance interrupted their secret discussion. Lily stood up almost immediately when she saw Harry. She seemed to want to walk over, but restrained herself.James lowered his head, as if he wasn't the one who had just planned how to deal with Harry.

Snape sat leisurely on the chair, calmly watching the tangled appearance of the Potter couple.The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he watched with satisfaction that Pote came towards him with a water glass, and sat obediently beside him.

Harry looked at Snape sleepily, and with a silly smile on his face, he said, "Good morning, Severus."

Snape also asked in an indifferent manner, but the complacency in his eyes towards the Potters was indelible no matter what.

Let him punish Harry?joke.

He was just mad at Harry for hiding it, annoyed at being kept in the dark.Whether it was from Harry's memory or the reality of his experience, he had no right to blame Harry.Everyone should pay the bill for what they did, but he just got the retribution he deserved—paying for the recklessness he knew was evil but didn't know the depth of it.

Now, he is the one who should thank Merlin the most.

Snape looked sideways at Harry, reaching out his hand to wipe the gum from the corner of his eye.

How long have they known each other?

How many years have they been together?

And how many ten years can be squandered in life?

The first ten years of our lives passed by in ignorance; the second flew away again amid heartless laughter; the third ten years we had children, and time flew by in the blink of an eye over; the fourth decade we are so busy with life that we don't even have time to look at the calendar.The fifth, the sixth, the seventh... We gradually become sophisticated and sophisticated, we train ourselves to be like steel warriors, and even our hearts become hardened, even if love really comes, it is still No more knocking on the door of happiness.

But they met each other at the best time of their lives.

That year Harry lived a total of eighteen years, and Snape was only in fifth grade that year.

That was the year Harry realized that hateful people must be pitiful, and that year Snape suddenly realized that hitting is the only way to scold and love, and to love and kiss must be kicked.Although he was neither willing to hit nor kick, his mouth was not too sharp.

Snape waited painfully for 11 years for Harry, but Harry also gave his everything for Snape.

He saved Charles and Doria, and now their sons and grandchildren live on their knees.

He saved many lives, he defeated the Dark Lord, and saved people from the Dark Lord.

He saved Lily and James from death, and he saved the Potter family from ruin.

He saved Sirius from prison.

He saved Snape from a life of loneliness.

He did everything he could, gave everything he could.

So should he be punished?

Snape looked at Harry, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the boy's arm, dragged him to the fireplace, and said to the Potters in a stiff tone, "We should go."

Harry looked at Snape, then at James and Lily, "I haven't said goodbye to Mother Doria yet!"

Snape's lips were tightened, he hesitated for a moment, then let go, "Go."

Now that Harry wasn't sleepy anymore, he ran up the stairs quickly on his short legs, and plunged into Doria's bedroom.

"Snotling, you traitor!" James growled softly as he watched Harry run into the room.

Snape glanced at him, gave him a sneer without a smile on his face, and completely blocked James' mouth with just one sentence: "We all owe him."

James' expression seemed to be punched in the face, he moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.

Lily turned and walked quickly up the stairs.

Ten minutes later, Snape stood in front of the fireplace again holding Pott's hand.

"Come over on the weekend, please. You can apply to the dean." Lily stuffed a small suitcase full of snacks into Harry's arms, "Charles will be there in a few days." Come back, and then you can meet him. Alright, hurry up and leave while Doria is still changing." After she finished speaking, she hugged Harry and kissed him hard on the forehead.

James watched uncomfortably from the side. You must know that he tried many tricks to punish Harry, but he couldn't use any of them.With a stern face, he said to Harry angrily like he was scolding his son, "I must see you at the weekend, kid."

Harry couldn't help smiling, but immediately after James raised his hand and slapped Harry on the back of the head, James glared at him: "I'm serious!"

Snape frowned sullenly, dragged Harry into the fireplace immediately, and left Potter Manor without any hesitation.

"Harry! Harry—wait for me—!" Another Harry rushed out of the room, he was still in his pajamas, and rushed down the stairs in a hurry, but the green fire flashed and took him away. his dearest uncle and brother.

Compared with the lively Potter Manor, Snape's office was extraordinarily quiet.

Snape was sitting at his desk, preparing materials for class.And Harry was sitting next to him, giggling, and he patted the back of his head from time to time, still immersed in James' familiar slap.

"So happy to be slapped?" Snape couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, picked up a small dozen of parchments on the table, and slapped Pott on the back of the head: "Stop your cunning, Pott!"

"..." Harry squinted at Snotlion.

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When a loved one dies, grown-ups make up all kinds of little stories to tell us that our loved ones just traveled far away.They just went on a trip and happened to forget their way home.

We keep the belongings of loved ones who have passed away, keep their clothes, pretend they are still there, pretend they will come back one day.

Do you believe that the dead will come back to life?

Don't believe it?

Then you are wrong!Harry Potter did it—!

Get the latest on Harry Wonder Boy Potter for just three Knuts! On December 12, "Daily Prophet" exclusively authorized, will be presented to you by Ms. Rita Skeeter, a senior reporter!

"I hate Rita Skeeter." James murmured as he watched Rita Skeeter walk into the yard through the window.

"Shh!" Lily pinched James' thigh hard.

Rita Skeeter wore a gorgeous green suit. From the moment she stepped into the gate of the manor, her dark green shorthand quill and parchment had been floating beside her, quickly recording something.

"I'm Rita Skeeter, it's an honor to meet all of you—" Skeeter walked into the living room, showing a very professional smile, and said she looked at Harry who was standing at the end, and looked at Harry He blinked affectionately.

Snape frowned severely.

"You are very welcome." Lily stood up and poured her a glass of water graciously.

Skeeter sat on the sofa, and looked at Harry with eyes wearing jewelry glasses, "Do you mind if I interview Harry and Mr. Snape alone? Of course, I will write the report as perfect as possible." She Smiling and blinking, "Especially he is such a cute boy, how cute he is!"

Skeeter's words obviously won Lily's favor, she very cooperatively took Skeeter to Harry's room on the second floor, and dragged the reluctant Harry and Snape upstairs.

She gently stroked Harry's little head, told him to do an interview well, and left him to the murderous female writer.

Harry sat tensely next to Snape, his heart sank when he saw Skeeter's expression.

Skeeter squinted his eyes and smiled at Harry, as if trying to get close to the boy, "Can you briefly tell the story of your acquaintance?"

Snape replied with a stiff expression: "I remember those stories have already been published in newspapers and magazines."

"Of course, the story of the hero Potter and the double agent is already well known, I mean - the story of your meeting."

Snape's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the quill that seemed to be winding up.

Harry, on the other hand, frowned cautiously in silence.

Skeeter raised her eyebrows and smiled very subtly. She quickly changed the subject: "Harry, do you like reading books, or magazines?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and replied cautiously, "It's okay."

"Oh, that's really great, maybe we can develop some common language." Skeeter said while pulling the parchment beside him to look at it, and then asked: "Do you have any plans to get married?"

Harry shot Snape a quick glance, and nodded vigorously at Skeeter.

"So do you want children?"

Harry looked at the expressionless Snape, pursed his lips and nodded again.

Skeeter looked a little surprised, "Honey, do you really understand how a child is born?" When she saw the boy frown, she suddenly laughed, "I almost forgot, you have a new life." How could the legendary boy who came back know not to know." She giggled.

This kind of laughter sounded uncomfortable no matter what, as if she was thinking of some bad idea.Snape, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help frowning.

Skeeter looked at Snape again, "Do you like children? It seems that Harry likes them very much."

Snape's mouth twitched violently.Unless Voldemort regenerates Dumbledore and Merlin gives every couple a Harry Potter, don't make Snape like those little chirping monsters.

But Snape turned his head to look at Harry's bright green eyes, and replied stiffly and dryly, "It's okay."

Skeeter's smile became even brighter, and the quill suspended beside her wrote "shuashuashua" as if it had been injected with chicken blood.She said sincerely: "Then I wish you a happy marriage in advance. Can I interview your family next?"

"That's the end?" Harry was a little surprised, he thought there would be some harsh questions.

"Honey, you don't need to ask too much about true love, I can see it." She smiled brightly, turned and walked out of the room to the living room.

Harry sat on the sofa and looked at Snape anxiously, "I didn't say anything wrong just now, did I?"

Snape frowned and thought for a while, "I hope you mean getting married after you come of age."

Harry pursed his lips, "...Don't worry, you won't even think about it unless you beg me!"

If time could be turned back, if time could be turned back without paying any price, Harry would definitely be killed and would not accept Skeeter's interview, even if the gossip Lily begged him, it would be impossible!

Ever since Big Skeeter's report was published, Harry has been the subject of everyone's gossip.The reason why Harry decided to disclose some of the facts is to hope that there will be less gossip when he and Snape are together in the future.But now it seems...their private life has become a hot topic after dinner.

Let's see what Skeeter wrote-"True or Lie--The Truth Behind the Hero's Return": Do you still remember the love story between the hero who defeated the Dark Lord and the double agent? How many people have been moved by the love-hate entanglement between black and white in the contest of "Gryffindor" and "Slytherin"?Their legendary love is deep and wonderful enough to be written as a novel.

Harry Potter, a boy with the same name and surname as the hero Harry Potter, a sensual and innocent boy who loves to read, told the author Rita Skeeter about his strange love story.

The boy claims to be the hero Harry Potter, he dies and comes back to life, our hero comes back to life, he is reborn!But can the dead really be resurrected?Are we seeing truth or lies?Perhaps this is just the last bit of consolation for a dreamy boy and a grieving man who has lost his love?

"I lost him forever," said old Mrs. Porter, describing the loss of her son a year ago. "I watched her all day and night, and his body froze, and he died. I think I was really utterly lost him."

When the author asked about the "reborn" Harry Potter, the old lady showed a poignant smile, and she kept saying, "He's back, back!"

Who will pity her?Such an old man who loves her son but is confused, she firmly believes that her dead son has returned.

When the author interviewed Mr. Snape, he learned that he is a person who loves children very much.This can't help but make people think deeply, what is he in love with this young boy, is it the boy's immature and cute appearance, or the appearance that is extremely similar to his dead lover?

After the author's interview, a man who is also a battle hero and has a good relationship with the Potter family cryptically told the truth: "He is not worthy of Harry at all!"

Which Harry is it?Is it the Harry who loves Snape deeply, or this cute, pure and ignorant Harry?

Surprisingly, all but the gentleman who spoke the truth told me that the young boy was indeed Harry Potter reincarnated.

The same name, similar character and appearance, is this Merlin's tolerance or a big conspiracy, is this a miracle of love, or a dirty deal?Or maybe it's just a man's set on innocent boys looking for solace?Is this a lucky or tragic beginning for the boy without father and mother?

Please look forward to the author's follow-up report.

Special Correspondent Rita Skeeter

Still want to have a follow-up?James was eagerly waiting for her to do it again soon.

But no matter how they remedy it, the offensive of public opinion is too strong.After all, Harry Potter, who died with the Dark Lord, was respected by everyone, and the story of him and Snape has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, although their love story was not directly published in the newspaper, But it's a touching story that basically everyone in the wizarding world knows.

But now, this love that touched thousands of people has been tarnished.

The letters almost flooded Hogwarts and Potter Manor like snowflakes.Some yelled and cursed Snape, some doubted the Potter family, some wrote to ask for poor Harry to be adopted, and many more sent letters saying that they no longer believed in love.

But the situation is not so bad that there is no room for improvement.Especially after Harry issued the profound Patronus Charm at the tender age of 11, especially after Harry won the school Quidditch Cup for three consecutive years, especially after Harry defeated professional gladiators such as Rohart , especially after Harry graduated from Hogwarts at the age of 15, people finally accepted with suspicion that this genius boy was the young hero who had killed Voldemort.

But there was still a huge buzz, both positive and negative, when people got the news of their impending engagement.

"I hate Rita Skeeter."

Snape raised his eyebrows and glanced at Pott, "You've whispered it in my ear countless times, can't you put it another way?"

"I hate Rita Skeeter the most."

"Do you need me to shut up for you, Pot?"

Harry looked up at the old snot, couldn't help blinking his eyes, his whole face became alive: "I hate Rita Skeeter—"

Snape looked at him, snorting.

Harry raised his head and stretched his neck, but the next word was delayed.His face quickly wrinkled.

"Tomorrow's engagement ceremony may be a good time." Snape continued to lower his head and help write something on the paper.

"But maybe tonight will be good?" Harry stood up from the sofa and went to Snape's desk, wanting to see what he was writing, but Snape quickly put away the parchment stand up.

Harry narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, and stretched out his claws to snatch it.He is now 15 years old, although he is still weak, he has grown a lot compared to 11 years old.

But still not grown up.Snape looked at the boy, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.While the boy was in a daze, he took out the parchment again, and read aloud in a low and gentle voice that he had never heard before: "They have fair faces and smooth long hair, they have graceful figures and elegant Attitude, when the red glow stains their cheeks, the saint will be moved, and the villain will also feel pity.

"They talked to me and breathed sweetly, they played with me and moved lightly—" Snape saw Harry's brow furrowed, and he went on reading: "But they couldn't hold my heart.

"The hair of the person I love is as messy as a chicken coop, and magic can be used to control the messy hair; the person I love wears round glasses all day long, blocking his only clear eyes that can be praised; the person I love There is only the smell of sweat on the body, and the fragrance of exhalation can only be after eating honey.

"But I want to be engaged to him, marry him, and spend my whole life with him. What's worse, I think this is happiness—"

Snape put away the parchment and looked at the stunned Harry Potter.Looks like he'll have to make up another oath, he thought.

Harry asked a little erratically, "...you wrote this?"

"Obviously, yes." Snape couldn't help curling his lips.

Harry opened his eyes wide and looked at Snape. He pursed his lips tightly and couldn't help smiling, "I thought you copied it."

Snape: "..."