Trouble with hp love at first sight

He ended up going back to Snape's house anyway.

"Before I said it, I just want to sleep in that little room by myself." Harry said to Snape, holding his small suitcase. Just—just—" He blushed and couldn't continue.

There was still anger on his face, as if—of course, he was completely tricked back!If it wasn't for the Potions Master - how did this guy become a Potions Master so quickly?

'It's incredible. Harry muttered in his heart, he knew that Snape was the youngest Potions master, but he didn't expect him to be such a genius, it's only been a few months!

"Can I have a look at your paper?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Of course." Snape opened his mouth, and he reached out to take the small suitcase in Harry's hand, "Although I seriously doubt that you can't read it at all, I hope you won't take the book down."

"Snotlite!" Harry yelled angrily, and he followed Snape upstairs, only to find that his cubicle was kept exactly as he had left it, save for freshly laundered bedding.

"I thought you were going to turn this into a utility room again," said Harry, sitting down and feeling the spring of the bed, which was so firm that it didn't even creak—was his Transfiguration that good? ?

"You bought a new bed?" It wasn't the bed he'd polymorphed into.

"You want to try the spring of this bed now?" Snape looked at Harry, who was sitting on the bed.

Harry immediately stood up, "No, no need." He didn't want to test the elasticity of the bed at all!

Snape opened the suitcase and took out all the clothes inside and sorted them into the closet, "Aren't you so busy that you don't even have time to do laundry?"

"I've washed it all!" Harry was so annoyed that his cheeks were flushed, and he saw the snot-nosed man pick up the book he stuffed in the box to pass the time.

"A Hundred Practical Household Spells?" Snape raised his eyebrows at Harry, making him uncomfortable. "Why would you even think of taking this book with you—or do you want to apply for a homeschool job?" Elf, given the Muggle job you've got, I have to have good reason to be skeptical."

"I'm just bored," said Harry dryly.

"Housework magic is also very useful. If you live alone, you have to learn some housework...don't you?" He glared angrily at Snape, the book was still on Snape's shelf I found it, so since it is his book, why should he be called him?

"No," Snape said.

Harry clenched his hands into fists, wanting to punch the bastard badly but couldn't find a reason—ah, the snotlite was born to beat him!

"I remember you had a hole in one of your cloaks. I just practiced the newly learned mending spell. Don't worry, I'll mend it like a new one!" He couldn't stay any longer, so he still found something to do. Bar!Don't be in the same room with the annoying smelly bat!

Snape lowered his head and continued to help Harry fold all his clothes neatly, the corners of his mouth turned up and straightened quickly.

Harry didn't pay attention to Snape's expression, he just hurriedly walked across the room to Snape's bedroom, trying to find the holed cloak - although this guy had many identical cloaks, He was very skeptical that Snotty would buy a dozen of one style and throw it away when worn out, giving people the illusion that he only had one piece of clothing.

"Found it!" Harry happily unfolded the holed cloak, and then began to cast the mending spell on the hole. He repaired the hole seriously, but it was a pity that this was the first time he used this magic, and the first time He always couldn't do it right once. He looked at the fluffy thread on it and could only find scissors to cut it off.

"Anyway, it's black, so I can't tell." He comforted himself like this.

"If you can't do it well, don't do it, and no one expects you to be an outstanding house elf." Snape came over and took his cloak, and put it back in the closet.

"I'm just lacking in practice!" Harry's competitive spirit was stimulated, and he couldn't help but confront Snape again, "It's better than you don't even want to learn housework magic, at least I'm studying, not homework Magic, I really don't know how you managed to live alone for so long."

"Okay, I correct you," Snape said softly, "you didn't want to be a house-elf." He put his hand on the wardrobe door suddenly, trapping Harry between him and the wardrobe. The whole back of this unsuspecting young man was pressed against the door, he lowered his head, the half-length hair hanging down his cheeks made his face hidden in the shadows, with a dark complexion on his face.

"But you want to be a bride."

He was delighted to see that handsome face turn red, like a delicious fruit, a lick must be sweet and juicy.

"Damn bride!" Harry yelled, "I'm a man!" He was on the verge of stripping himself naked to prove his majesty, but his reason stopped him from doing so.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the snot-nosed man fiercely.

"You are the one who has to study hard to be a bride!" No—"No, there are no brides anyway!" He almost bit his tongue when he changed his words.

Someone who was pleased laughed, he leaned closer, rubbed the tip of his nose against the soft cheek, and then gave the much happier, frizzy youth a hug.

"I have prepared a gift for you." He let go of his hand.

For some reason, Harry, who was a little disappointed, let go of that frustration, and it turned out that he was getting weird when he was mixed with the snot.

"It's not a holiday." He grunted, and followed Snape down the stairs to his research room, where a well-packed two-meter-long box was placed behind the door.

Gifts of this shape and size are very familiar - he once received, "It's a broom!" His eyes suddenly brightened, as if stars gathered in a pool of warm blue waves.

"Where did you get the money to buy the broom, and even the bed?" He frowned, thinking it was a lot of expenses, where did the snotty get the money?

"Aren't you going to open it?" Snape pushed the gift box into Harry's arms.

Harry's lips moved, and finally he couldn't help but look down at the box in his hand, stroked it impatiently, and began to open the present.

Even if it was an antique from 1980, he had never seen it before. No advanced broom at this time could compare to his broom, and talking about something was better than nothing.

"It's Nimbus 1500. This is May of this year. It's the latest broom that came out this month!" Harry recognized the model of the broom at a glance. He had two history books, a history of Quidditch, and a broom History, these two books were almost torn by him.

The light wheel series has always been much better and more expensive than the comet series, and Hogwarts still uses the comet broom from 20 years ago, oh, it is not outdated now.

"It's enough for you to buy a Comet 150, and I don't play Quidditch." He fondled the new broom, even though the model was not as good as the Nimbus 2000 he received for the first time, but it was Snape For him!His first gift from this jerk!

"You like it." Snape raised his eyebrows. Since Daniel was satisfied with the gift, it was worth enough.

"It's too expensive." Harry held the broom, and he looked at Snape. "You don't want to spend all your food money—I won't follow you on a vegetarian diet." He grinned, and then generously He patted himself on the chest, "But I also earned a lot of money, I can help you if I can't help it."

Snape sneered, "Don't worry, I won't treat you harshly."

"Would you like to go out and fly around?" He suggested, maybe he also wanted to see Harry's happy face, he hadn't seen his bright smile for a while.

"Don't you have an order to make? I can help you." Harry put down the broom, he still felt that the snots were just being aggressive, they weren't well-off when he left, and he'd been working on his dissertation for a month There is also the European potion exchange meeting, where is there time to pick up orders?

"What do you think the title of Master of Potions means?" Snape asked softly. "There are so many pharmacists in this world who will never touch this title." His words revealed youthful arrogance .

He did have this capital, the youngest master of potions, this title meant an immeasurable future.

"That is to say, the potions you're selling are worth a lot of money?" Harry suddenly thought, no wonder the Snotlite took him to a French meal. It turned out that he didn't have to boil so many potions to justify such a small amount of money.

"Then what task did the Dark Lord give you?" He thought of the group of Death Eaters with malicious intentions, and he might drag Snape to hell again.

"Don't worry, it's not as bad as you think." Snape naturally knew what this righteous Potter was thinking.

"The Duke asked me to go to Hogwarts to apply for the post of professor. Even if I don't have this task, I still want to find a serious job."

This task hit his heart, after all, a Potter was not something that could be easily supported, he needed to earn money to support his family.