Trouble with hp love at first sight

"I'd like a cup of coffee—" The middle-aged Muggle sitting on the seat looked hesitantly at the handwritten menu. When he lowered his head, his bald forehead was facing Harry, like a big light bulb—— Harry couldn't help laughing with difficulty.

"Do you have any recommended dishes?" The Muggle looked up at the young clerk. He looked and looked very curiously. After all, there was only one clerk who was so young that it was doubtful whether he was an adult. "Son, did you run away from home?"

Harry forced a businesslike smile - something he'd learned over the time from the store clerk Mary - who was old enough to be his grandmother who had been with the store for over 20 years and who was now visiting in London Her new grandson is gone, so he's here to take over.

"Banana muffins, served with maple syrup, are a huge hit here—almost regular customers order them."

"Besides, I'm an adult," Harry said with a half-smile, a phrase he said hundreds of times a day.

"Give me one, thank you." The middle-aged Muggle closed the menu and handed it back to Harry.

"A cup of coffee, plus banana muffins and maple syrup, the total is 1.99 pounds, thank you for your patronage." Harry wrote down the table number and dishes on the menu.

After he reached out his hand to get the corresponding money, he walked towards the busy barista and cashier at the counter.

"Oh, it's banana muffins again, why do you recommend this to every new customer?" asked Harry curiously.

"Because most customers will give 2 pounds without change, so the extra 1 pence is my tip." Harry said as a matter of course, coffee shops rarely tip unless customers do not give change.

He also needs to save money to find the Potions Master, which is a lot of money. It is all because of the snot-nosed that deducted so much living expenses from him, which makes his wallet empty now. Every penny per customer is a lot of money.

Now that the pound is so cheap, 4 pounds can be exchanged for 1 gold Galleon.

"You're really clever." □ looked at Harry enviously.

"Stop chatting, don't go to work yet." Chef Roland glared fiercely at the two people who were chatting, and immediately rushed to get the coffee cups and complete the orders that were waiting to be completed.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a strange young man in a black cloak came in. The old customers cast a glance and then lowered their heads indifferently while drinking coffee and reading the morning newspaper. Some people were obsessed with the news in the newspaper. Horse racing news, and some whispered neighborhood gossip.

This is a coffee shop that has been open for decades. It occupies a small area. Most of the customers are neighbors, and occasionally some tourists come.

They had seen all kinds of tourists, and even monks from the East - all the way for the temples in Chinatown.These old men and women like the sunny and handsome Harry very much. After all, they have seen too much of Mary's menopausal face. Who doesn't like a tender and tender boy?

"Welcome..." Harry put on a business-like smile, and when he met the expressionless familiar face, the smile on his face immediately burst.

It was as if thorns had grown out of the ground and tangled around his feet and stopped him, Harry's heart was screaming for him to run into the back kitchen and hide - but Roland and Mrs. , he must go to receive guests.

Harry watched with numbness as he pulled a chair and sat down indifferently, with that disgusting face facing him, and his hair was even dripping with oil—it looked like he had been soaking in the research room all day. to make his potion, so he's handed over that dose of poison already?

He had to walk over with the handwritten menu, and the dark green apron he was wearing was almost wrinkled by him.

"Why are you here?" he whispered to Snape.

"Why are you here?" Snape asked back, he looked at Harry's clothes, the white shirt, the hem was all tucked into the skinny jeans, and the small belt squeezed his slender waist without a trace There is room to show the world, and the size of the jeans on him is just right to show his buttocks, and the narrow buttocks just fit one of his palms. ——What is the difference between this and not wearing clothes?As far as he knew, a traditional wizard wouldn't wear Muggle clothes, only those seductive boys who made a living out of sex in the dark streets would—and that dark green apron was very interesting.

"Still dressed like this?" Snape snorted coldly, with an expression that almost told Harry that he was very inappropriately dressed.

"This is overalls, and I'm working - a coffee shop clerk is not a strange job." Harry glared at Snape angrily, drinking too much snotty saliva, he had already practiced the ability to interpret snotlite , at least now he understands very well.

The bastard was accusing him of being inappropriately dressed, sure enough a guy who hated Muggles was always weird and old-fashioned.

"Don't think I don't know that you are very clear about Muggle dressing habits." He quickly found the reason, this snot-nosed man came here to mock him!

"An espresso." Snape said slowly as he closed the menu, unwilling to go any further on Harry's clothes.

"What else?" Harry took the menu, and he glared at the snot-nosed man who never had breakfast, "Have you had breakfast? Drinking espresso early in the morning is particularly taxing on the stomach." He As he spoke, he held back his overflowing sympathy.

What does it matter if the snotty can't take care of himself and suffer from stomach problems?Everything about this guy has nothing to do with him.

"You're always like this." Snape moved his jaw, and he stared at Harry, the darkness in those black eyes made Harry want to take a step back.

"What do you mean?" Harry swallowed, and he was the first to look away.

"There's a lot of nonsense." After Snape gave the answer, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then stopped the upward trend and became straight.

Harry glared at Snape.

The damned snot!Have the ability to say something nice? ——Sure enough, he just came to see his jokes!

"It's a pity, my life is very nourishing, and I am not as miserable as you wish." He put away the menu and pinned the ballpoint pen to his breast pocket.

Why should you care about Snape?Let him squander his health, anyway - this guy is an out-and-out bad guy, if he wants to rot, no one will stop him!

Harry suppressed the throbbing of his heart.

"I'd like a banana muffin with maple syrup," Snape said.

"No, that's too sweet. You won't like it." Harry immediately retorted. He met those quiet black eyes that looked like the sea under the night, his cheeks burned red suddenly, and his body became uncontrollably Strangely, he himself did not understand what emotion he saw in those eyes.

Perhaps his body always understood this young man in the disguise of indifference better than his consciousness.

"Smoked salmon sandwich, you'll like it." He took out his pen and lowered his head to write down the dishes on the menu, then turned around and wanted to leave.

"You haven't told me the fee yet." Snape's voice stopped Harry.

"I invite you." Harry gritted his teeth.

He rushed to the counter without looking back, and then took out the wages he had saved these days in his pocket, the most being a penny, and dropped it on the ground without checking for a while. Harry lowered his head and wanted to pick it up, but saw a pale And the five-fingered hand picked up the penny, and the silver coin was sandwiched between the powdery thumb and the curved phalanx. Those are really beautiful hands, like a masterpiece of a master.

Harry followed the hand to look at its owner - the snotlite following him.

The guy's hands were really fine for fine manipulation, he was born for that, turning potion brewing into an art.

Snape put the silver coin in Harry's hand, and looked at the counters on the counter as he poured maple syrup on the muffins and asked, "How much?"

"You guys know each other." After reading enough gossip, the man with three earrings on his ear winked at Harry jokingly, "Just let him treat you, he has saved a lot of tips .”

"Tip?" Snape glared back at Harry, "It seems that you are very popular, enjoying this kind of life - the stars and the moon?" His tone was so strange that Harry's face flushed with anger.

"What are you thinking?" Harry held his breath, he couldn't just quarrel with Snape here, "Why can't I get a tip for working so hard?"

He lowered his head and quickly counted out the coins of the corresponding denomination and handed them to Mr.

He glared at Snape when a guest got up and he had to rush over to clear the table.

Snape just looked at Harry's back, at the ass that was wrapped in jeans and turned up even more.

Potter has always been maddening, in all forms.

Snape walked back to his seat with a grim face, waiting to enjoy Daniel's attentive service.

"Your espresso." A cup of coffee was placed stiffly in front of Snape.

"Your smoked salmon sandwich." A plate of hot sandwiches was put down roughly.

"How long are you going to stay here?" This was the third time Harry walked in front of Snape. The clip was clipped in the hair by him, and the broken hair on the forehead was clipped behind the ears, making people have to focus on the emerald green eyes under the pair of lenses.

"It's time to go back." Snape put down his coffee cup and looked at Harry.

Another table became vacant, and Harry hesitated to clear it before returning.

"I didn't make that single potion," Snape went on.

Will you die after saying one sentence?

Harry pursed his lips, "Oh." He walked to the table waiting for him to clean up.

I just feel that the whole person will be burnt into a roast turkey covered with honey sauce, and an apple can be stuffed, which will become the most anticipated dish in the Christmas dinner.

Snape actually ran over to tell him this - he was inviting him back!

If he hadn't taken the wrong medicine, then——as expected, this bastard still has some redeeming qualities.

Harry sniffed, and he put on a business smile to the guests who opened the door.

Then he compared a number to Snape as he passed by, and pointed to the clock on the wall.

At least he's going to finish today's work.