Trouble with hp love at first sight

He already owes living expenses for two days.

Harry drank hot tea with a heavy heart. He lay in bed for two days. Although his fever subsided the next day, his whole body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

So he lay in bed for another day - Snape must have put a sleep aid in his tea!

"Beforehand, I won't let a delirious daredevil enter my laboratory." Snape said to Harry, putting down the coffee in his hand.

"I'm ready! Very good!" Harry stood up clapping his hands on the table, and lying on the bed he was the one who was about to get moldy!

"I want to work, you know I can't just sit there all the time, and then I won't get sick." He said quickly, wanting to tell Snape that he wanted to work.

Sad yet another Gryffindor.

Snape looked at Potter who was so lively, he hadn't noticed any other strange things about Daniel until now, and hoped he could keep it up.

"Potion making is a very sacred thing that must not be profaned." He said slowly, with a serious and mean expression.

The carping bastard!There are really too many problems to count!

Of course Harry knew that Snape's words were warning him, "I know you love potions, and I swear I'll listen to you." He held up his hands in a sign of oath.

"As long as you tell me how to do it, I'll do it." He didn't even take Snape's Potions class so seriously.

Oh, if he had sworn to the old bastard like that—he must have thought he was crazy.

Harry couldn't help grinning, he stepped forward to grab Snape's arm, and smiled brightly at him, his eyes were like clear lakes after washing, as if the finest gemstones were worthy of A nickname for the Eye of a Thousand Lakes.

Snape looked at each other and then looked away. He cleared his throat and swallowed the words of refusal.

"What kind of potion are you making now? I have also learned simple potions." Harry said.

Oh, his teacher is still Snape himself, he can be regarded as a student of Snape, so it seems to be back to that time, but Snape put him in confinement and let him deal with medicinal materials, and now he Actively begged Snape to let him deal with the medicinal materials.

This is really—is history all similar?

"If you have any special tricks, you must tell me." Harry thought of the Half-Blood Prince's notebook, how could this bastard have so many wonderful ideas?

"You can't call me stupid, and I don't aim to become a master of potions." He stuck out his tongue, this expression was extraordinarily playful, like a shaking cat's tail grass disturbing Snape's heart.

"This time it's St. Mungo's order, and it's a seasonal potion." Snape lowered his head and looked into those eyes.

It was as if he had rubbed stars into his eyes.

"Could it be something like cold medicine and antipyretics?" Harry remembered the antipyretics he had taken.

Snape didn't speak, he pushed open the door of the mysterious private research room, and before he walked in he gave Harry a warning look, "No touching, no looking around, this is not your playground. "

"I know." Harry blinked, "I'm just looking at you."

Oh, after saying this sentence, his cheeks turned red instead, as if he finally realized how ambiguous this sentence was.

He was flirting with Snape!This is—feeling good!

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and he held the hand to hold the daredevil, and the two walked into his potion research room, which was mysterious to the daredevil.

"Wow! You put a dozen cauldrons!" Harry counted the large and small cauldrons, and there were exactly twelve!

"There is still a single bed!" He pointed to the bed in the corner and exclaimed, "You still sleep here, don't you?"

Is the bastard going to stay here until the ingredients for the potion run out if he doesn't have to eat?

It was obvious that Snape really loved potions, he almost used the research room as his own bedroom.

"Can I—" Harry was interrupted before he could begin.

"No." Snape stared blankly at Potter who had taken a fancy to his single bed.

Apparently Potter's wish to leave him behind could only be a dream, not a reality.

"I thought you'd want to start your day early." He lifted his chin toward the counter.

Harry took a deep breath, and walked towards the long cooking table, separated by the row of crucibles, the two long marble cooking table facing each other looked very solid, reminding Harry of the cooking table when he was in confinement, At that time, his mood was so contradictory.

But now he hoped to help Snape.

It's completely different, things are different, everything is different.

"The materials you need to process are there." Snape pointed to the cabinet under the cooking counter, he bent down and opened the drawer, and there was a kind of dried grass inside. He asked Harry to weigh 12 ounces. Corresponding to twelve crucibles, he needs to process twelve parts of medicinal materials.

It was the first day of work, and Snape would personally guide Harry in the proper way of doing his job.

"This is licorice, and you need to cut the roots into pieces," said Snape. "The pieces are 1.4 inches long." He produced a measuring tape.

Well now Harry has the size standard.

"I'll try." He pursed his lips, it's not difficult, he has cut a lot of roots of plants, "What you want to do is cough medicine." After thinking about the formula, he realized that he remembered that this thing was One of the test sites of OWLs.

Harry first weighed an ounce of licorice, roughly aligned their roots, compared them with a tape measure to 1.4 inches, and prepared to cut them off.

"Stop!" Snape held down the knife in Harry's hand and shouted. He glared at Harry and snatched the knife from his hand, as if he had made an unforgivable mistake, "Do you think you Every single cut will be 1.4 inches long?" He snorted, "You idiot!" Still couldn't help cursing.

Luckily, Harry was already immune to Snape's venom.

"Okay, I'll cut them one by one." He nodded, as if obediently admitting his mistake.

Snape didn't make another sound, he handed the silver knife to Harry again, "If this is your first time doing this, you can use a chopping board, prop it up against the edge of the chopping board and align it with a scale on the table Draw a line 1.4 inches long, stick the material out, align the line—you see everything is 1.4 inches." Snape patiently guided Harry as if he were a ignorant To the uninitiated, "That's easy."

"I know how to cut it." Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he looked at Snape who was holding his hand, and looked at him again, and found the suspicion in those black eyes - and the old bastard who always satirized him It's still different, the emotions in it are much more positive, and it makes people can't help but get close.

Snape actually has such a time to teach him by hand!This is the scariest old bat in Hogwarts!He has no patience to teach any students.

Oh, so does this count as the only copy?The corners of Harry's mouth curled up, and he turned to look at the face that still haunts him to this day.

"I thought I should give you a kiss, my future potions master," he said.

He really couldn't bring a Potter into his lab!

When Snape let go of the rosy lips that captivated him and made him fall, he shamefully spurned his own gullibility - it was all a trick!Potter was eating away at the walls of his heart.

While adjusting his mentality, Snape supervised Harley cutting the licorice with a blank face, and found that he processed it very quickly after getting started, and finished a copy in a short while, which is also very fast.

He took back that sentence, Daniel is not a layman, at least in terms of handling materials, it can be seen that he is a proficient.

Perhaps he has helped his teacher with material that he has worked on many times.

Confinement expert Harry is most grateful to Snape now, for giving him confinement at every turn and letting him handle the materials, oh, maybe he can really help Severus.

Harry decided he wanted to mentally call Snape by the name, to distinguish him from the old bastard.

Severus, this is his Severus.

He is so different.

"Do you think I'm still competent for this job?" Harry turned his head to look at Snape, those emerald green eyes were shining with a different kind of brilliance under the illumination of the lights, shining brightly.

That is the brilliance that cannot be compared with the most beautiful diamond in the world.

"So-so." Snape looked into those eyes, and finally gave an affirmative answer.

His mind began to recall the book, maybe he could try it out sooner rather than later, and Daniel seemed to be recovering very well.