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What Snape wanted above all was a wedding for the two of them.

In a simple room, the vows are said in front of a notary, followed by an affectionate hug, and the notary directly establishes their marriage relationship.

He doesn't need to invite too many guests, and he doesn't need to make ridiculous shows or talk about love experiences for the guests who have nothing to do with their marriage.The only thing he needs to consider is to ensure that Pott will marry him honestly.

But Pot is just the opposite of him.

What Harry hopes most is the gathering of relatives and friends. Even if strangers come to the wedding, as long as they bring sincere blessings, he is willing to be friends with each other.

Snape looked sullenly at the wedding venue, cursing the damn Pot in his heart.

Porter Manor has a large lawn, but the yard is still as crowded as a sardine can.If it wasn't for Snape's bad reputation, maybe he would have thought it was the wedding of some philanthropist or celebrity.

But they are indeed public figures, just look at the reporters who come to join in the fun.

But why are there reporters at his wedding? !

Why did he put on such a damn pose for others to see! ?

"Get out of the way, please!" James shouted at the snotling who was blocking the way, holding a large box.

Snape was shoved by the kitchen door like a large unwanted piece of trash.

"Hey, why are you here?" Lily cried out in surprise when she saw him, and she scolded, "Shouldn't you be with Harry now?"

Snape rolled his eyes. "He's busy with the reporters right now."

Lily's eyes widened suddenly: "You left your husband to face those reporters alone?!"

Sirius, who had just walked in to get the wine, glared at the snotling, his eyes piercing the snotling's big nose like a knife.

Damn, damn, damn——!Why did he follow the showy Pott to deal with those damn reporters! ?

Snape frowned reluctantly, left the only kitchen where he could take refuge, and walked upstairs with a livid face.

At this moment his poor little husband was surrounded by reporters, who were trying their best to get some secret out of him.Even after so many years, the story of Harry's death and rebirth is still talked about.

Journalists always like to cast dark thoughts on other people.

If someone marries a noble rich man, it must be for wealth. Even if the rich man is young and handsome, they don't want to believe that there is any true love.Because true love affects their sales.

Rita Skeeter is such a reporter, she is good at discovering bizarre stories from boring conversations, if the stories she writes are not really unappetizing for the parties involved, then she is really "a pair of people who are good at discovering beauty". eyes".

"Readers are curious about your relationship," Rita Skeeter said. "Can I ask a bold question? When was your first time?"

The two reporters next to him suddenly became overwhelmed, and the photographer took a photo of Harry's face with a camera, for fear of missing any of his expressions.

Harry smiled shyly, "Probably... when he was 19?"

The reporters froze for a moment, and Skeeter looked at the young groom and asked, "19 years old?"

"Yes, 19, and Snape was 19 then."

Skeeter frowned, "What about after rebirth?"

Harry rolled his eyes and thought for a while, "32 years old."

Rita Skeeter rolled her eyes and snorted.

A female reporter next to him asked again: "Why do you always refer to your husband by his surname? Doesn't it seem too unfamiliar?"

"No,...I mean, I'm used to it. We used to be enemies, and we didn't like each other. He called me Pott, and I called him Snotty." Harry couldn't help laughing, and his eyebrows were raised in a special way. show off.

The snotlite who was standing outside the door eavesdropping twitched the corners of his mouth.

Journalists are clearly more interested.After all, the skepticism about the rebirth of the hero Harry Potter after his death has been going on for many years, and he has already become an old stalk that is not interesting. It is better to have some exciting and sweet marriage and love stories.

"Then how did you get together?" The female reporter's eyes were blazing with gossip, "Professor Snape always avoids answering, everyone knows about your relationship, but only the love story is mysterious. Mr. Potter, can you tell us who pursued the other party first?"

Little Pot pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, he blushed and looked at the female reporter, "It's... Severus." Little Pot lowered his head, buttoned up his clothes, and said shyly , "I have always regarded him as an ordinary friend, but I don't know when he suddenly got very close to me. Because of a misunderstanding, he would wait for me at the dating site of Hogwarts for a whole night, and he would lose his temper at me inexplicably .”

The young female reporter gasped, "Is what you said true? I always thought that Professor Snape would never fall in love with anyone!"

Little Pot shrugged his shoulders, "Obviously that was your illusion." His body leaned forward, "Later he will still be on the bus... The Knight Bus always drives very fast, making people shake Unable to stand still, uh, you know, casual touches and hugs." お稥冂苐 The female reporter who was a student of Professor Snape just after graduation widened her eyes instantly, and the shorthand quill also paused pause.

"Then he started writing love letters to me." Little Pot showed a distressed expression, "At that time, everyone around me told me that Snape liked me...especially James, he always He looked at me like a younger brother who would be spoiled by a snot-nosed."

Female reporter: "Well... and then?"

"And then he confessed his love to me." Harry Pott gave a very ostentatious smile.

Damn Pot!He distorted the facts!Obviously he always approached him with the excuse of being a friend—!Snape, who was eavesdropping outside the door, showed a completely ferocious expression.

Pot in the room seemed addicted to chatting, he said to the female reporter mysteriously: "You always say how scary Professor Snape is, but in fact he is not that powerful at all."

Snape outside the door suddenly had a bad feeling——

"When we first got together, he faced me as if he was facing a teacher, and he was at a loss when I showed a little intimacy. Although he has a bad temper and doesn't speak very well Listen, but he never seems to say no to me." Harry raised his eyes and thought for a moment, "Except for me asking him to smile more."

The female reporter stared at Harry dumbfounded, she was almost being fooled into a short-circuited brain.After a while, she asked, "Even when you confronted the mysterious man, didn't he object?"

Harry froze for a moment, "I never thought about this." He was silent for a while, "We all have our own lives, and he didn't stop me, just like I didn't stop him from being a double agent."

The female reporter's shorthand quill quickly recorded on the parchment. She looked at Harry with wide eyes and asked softly, "Even if he knows you will die?"

Harry smiled, "He rarely objected to me."

The female reporter seemed to be stunned by his words, "Is it really my... Defense Against the Dark Arts professor you are talking about?"

"It's true." Harry grinned.

"Do you love him?" the female reporter asked suddenly.

Harry pursed his lips into a smile, and nodded slightly.

But Snape didn't see it, he stood in the doorway, frowning and pricking his ears, and he didn't hear a single word from bloody little Pott!

The young reporter girl suddenly became excited, "I have almost heard the love story of the hero Harry and the double agent since I was a child. I am... I am a die-hard fan of Harry Potter!" She took out a badge-like thing from her handbag, "I am the vice president of the Harry Potter Association, and the first award-winning article in my student days was about Harry Potter..." She Looking at Harry like a judge in a trial, "Can you swear to me and everyone that you are him? Can you swear that Harry Potter, the hero we love who defeated the mysterious man, is you? "

Harry hilariously stretched out three fingers to his face, and said solemnly, "I swear."

The female reporter covered her mouth and let out a loud sob.

The sound of a zipper interrupted the condensed atmosphere at this moment. Rita Skeeter forcefully stuffed the quill pen into her purse, and she stood up, "My interview is over, thank you for telling me about your 'real ', a 'romantic' love story." She walked towards the door, and there was an arrogant "da da" sound from her high-heeled shoes, "Sorry for not being able to attend your wedding, Mr. Potter."

"That's a pity," said Harry. "It's a real loss to me without your embellished coverage of my wedding."

Shocked, Rita Skeeter turned to look at the docile boy.

"If you insist on leaving, I will definitely not stop you. In addition, I will definitely arrange someone to look after the venue, in case the person who was supposed to leave turns into a ladybug to visit." Harry looked at Skeeter calmly.

There were several more loud gasps from the room.

Rita Skeeter's eyes were so wide that she almost fell out of the window, she pushed open the door and walked out in embarrassment.

Snape, who was standing outside the door, gave her a sneer.

Snape walked into the room, turned and closed the door.He glanced at the few reporters and photographers in the room and said to Harry, "The wedding is about to begin."

~~~~~~~~~

Marriage is a sacred word.Also a terrible word.

Before the age of 11, Snape believed that marriage is a tomb, and anyone who walks into this tomb will become a devil, or a poor person who is tortured by the devil and goes crazy.Just like his parents.

After the age of 11, Snape believed that his marriage was a tragedy because no one wanted to marry him.Because he's poor, because he's ugly, because he's like his devilish father—everyone says he's as vicious as a black bat.

When Snape was 20 years old, he was looking forward to getting married every day, but he joined the Death Eaters, while Pott was an out-and-out Gryffindor.

And now, 38-year-old Snape finally got his wish.

Snape was still dressed in black, standing like a soldier undergoing review, straightening up his black suit, with a solemn expression as if attending a funeral.

Harry also wore a black suit with a pinched waist, showing his figure. Although it was a men's suit, it looked a bit like a woman's at first glance.Especially when he stood next to the tall Snape, his sad height problem seemed to be infinitely magnified.

Charles Potter usurped the vicar's place in his wheelchair.His hair was gray, and he had not dyed it black like Doria.He has an indifferent but firm belief in life, since he is old, then accept it, not pretentious, not self-deceiving, but not cowardly.Just like he accepted the cruel reality of losing his legs back then.

Doria was by his side, and in complete contrast to him, Doria was dressed as she had looked in her youth—long hair coiled up, complexion radiant, she looked radiant with light make-up, and she wore a A calm and elegant slim robe.お稥冂勐拐苐娅亚 is very pretentious, because she is not as strong as she looks on the outside.

This is why the noble and powerful Doria has been a little woman all her life in front of the little old man Chales.She just looks strong, but Charles is using his way to interpret the strength of a real man.

Doria looked at Snape sullenly, as if looking at a fugitive murderer.

But no matter how reluctant Doria was, the wedding had to go ahead.

In August, the sun is hot.Harry had just celebrated his birthday when Snape carried him into the wedding hall.

Harry saw that the top of Snape's head seemed to be sweating, and the snotlite was standing on the stage. He was silent for a while, and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

Harry knew it was his speech.

"I'm sure no one in this world will ever love me but Harry Potter." Snape stopped, taking a deep breath, "and I'm sure I'll never love anyone but him people."

Snape's back became straighter and straighter, "I don't have a handsome appearance, and I'm not an aristocrat who is invincibly rich. I have countless shortcomings. The students in the school call me Old Bat. I gave me all kinds of nicknames—" Snape took a deep breath, and said to the audience, "Don't think I don't know."

The students below the stage who came to join in the fun suddenly turned pale with fright.

"I have received countless letters from people who were moved by the story of me and Harry, who said they supported me and loved me." Snape looked down at the speech in his hand, "but these encouragements Not worth mentioning. They saw me in the story, they encouraged that love, and they loved a non-existing Severus Snape they had conjured up in their heads."

"The Snape in their minds is a person who will give everything for love, and what they fantasize about is a romantic character, not a ignorant, bitter, serious and dull old man." Snape couldn't help but twitch "But even with all my faults, Potter still loves me. He loves me, not my story."

Snape turned his head suddenly, looked at Pot who was standing beside him stupidly, his eyebrows raised high, "Am I right?"

Startled, Harry stared at Snape dumbfounded.

There was a sudden uproar in the audience, and Harry vaguely heard the booing of the Weasley twins beating the table and kicking the chairs.

The young people at the venue shouted: "Kiss one! Kiss one! Kiss one!"

Harry's face turned red immediately, he looked down the stands in a panic, then glanced at Snape again, stretched his body and shrugged his shoulders, and took a half-step back helplessly.

Snape's face instantly elongated half an inch, and he looked at Pot with a gloomy look.

With a decent smile on Doria's face, she quietly reached out her hand and gave Harry a hard push.

Little Pote staggered and was pushed in front of the Snotlion.

He couldn't meet Snape's eyes in embarrassment, biting his lips.The people in the audience shouted happily, and Harry almost wanted to growl!For others to marry is sacred and solemn, for him to marry is like playing a monkey show! ?

Snape gloated at Pott, and reached out to stroke his hair as if no one else was there.He combed Harry's bangs back from his forehead, revealing his lightning-shaped scar, like a devout believer, and Snape placed a soft kiss on the scar.