Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.63

"Where are you going?" Harry watched in surprise as Snape summoned his cloak coat, looking as if he was about to go out.

"Can you bear your little sweetheart using these old things?" Snape asked back, he put on the cloak, his face did have a trace of blood after two days of conditioning, and it was not as cold and surly as before. look like.

The breath on his body became softer—of course it was far from being approachable, but at this time he was no longer worthy of the title of old bat.

"So you're going to Diagon Alley?" Harry stood up, and he came to Snape's side, helping him tie the collar to protect his neck - the therapist said that although the wound had healed, the neck was originally It is easy to be sensitive, it is best not to blow it.

He has always remembered the doctor's orders, so he is not the kind of daredevil Snape said!He is very reliable!

"I thought you were going to Hogwarts." He looked into those dark eyes.

"What makes you think I'm the kind of saint who dedicates his life to those brainless trolls? As soon as his health improves, he should rush into the exam crisis to save the trolls?" Snape snorted coldly It was obvious that he had no interest in Harry's proposal.

"Then let's go to St. Mungo's, just in time for the therapist to check your body." Harry said, he grabbed Snape's collar and pulled it, and kissed him on the lips, still repairing it there took a bite on his chin.

Snape stared blankly at the demanding Potter.

"To St. Mungo's." Harry smiled.

So Snape had to cancel the itinerary, and first took the savior, who was determined to go on a day trip to St. Mungo's, to go to the place he was thinking of.

"Mr. Potter, and Mr. Snape, good morning. It's a pleasure to see you again." The therapist looked at the pair of men who came forward in amazement and looked like a couple, and he said to Snape, "You look better. What's the matter?"

Subconsciously, he lowered his head and glanced at the Daily Prophet that he had received this morning spread out on the table. Ring - the therapist looked at Harry's hand again, and there was indeed a ring on his finger.

So even if the news writer is the famous gossip girl, it is impossible to catch wind and shadows this time!

These two people are definitely having an affair - they are even married!

"Could you check it out for him?" Harry said impatiently.

"Did something happen?" The therapist didn't start to move. He was a family member who cared too much, so he was much calmer.And it didn't look like Snape next to him had a relapse or any other ailments.

Snape knew Harry's concern, he just felt that the little bastard didn't know how to do the right thing all the time - it would make him a lot easier if the kid used his untimely energy on his studies .

"It's nothing, the Savior always has a lot to worry about." All Snape wanted to do was drag Harry back to the fireplace so they could finish their trip to Diagon Alley to stock up on his list.

Grown-ups like them could make do with it, but Potter's sweetheart was so young she couldn't be made to do with it.

"Severus!" Harry yelled, looking at Snape who didn't care about him.

Oh, look, Harry Potter calling his ex-Potions master's name so affectionately.Sure enough, these news are absolutely true, the ring is the wedding ring!How dare he bet a hundred Galleons!

"If you have any situation, you can tell me. You can't hide your illness from treatment." The therapist put on a warm smile.

Beneath the calm is a maddened curiosity - speak up!Let him gossip about it!Proof that the headlines of the Daily Prophet and their gossip these days are not groundless!

"That's—that's it." Harry uttered a few syllables, blushed and said nothing, he turned to look at Snape, but the determined old bastard seemed to be dumb. He didn't even open his mouth.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." The therapist comforted, looking at the flush on Harry's face, he was really curious about his question.

What is the problem so difficult to talk about?

"Can this guy enjoy sex.life now?" Harry said resignedly, his tone sharp, and turned to stare at the old bastard.

The therapist looked from Harry to the man who had remained silent, and the smile on his face grew wider.

He was right!I'm afraid these two have lived together long ago!It's rare that Rita Skeeter actually wrote something reliable!

He had heard that the savior was at odds with Professor Snape when he was at Hogwarts—as expected, the more it seemed impossible, the more it actually happened?

"Have you already done this question?" the therapist asked curiously.

"Really can't?" Harry grabbed Snape's arm worriedly, "but we've already - let's check him!" Harry said quickly, almost pulling out his wand for the healer, right Snape cast the Health Check Charm - although he hadn't learned the related spells.

"Did Mr. Snape take his medicine on time?" The therapist didn't take over to check, but started to ask questions.

Harry nodded sharply, "Absolutely follow the doctor's orders - the diet is also on the recommended diet, I can guarantee it."

So these two are really living together!The therapist screamed inwardly.

"Actually, 90% of the toxins in Mr. Snape's body have been cleaned up when he was discharged from the hospital. If you take the medicine on time, the toxins should not affect much." The therapist said while holding his chin, "Is there any problem with erection?" He looked To Harry.

Although this topic is very personal - but the therapist, they should have seen a lot.

Harry pursed his lips and nodded after being silent for a second, "There is Chen Bo." So he really didn't say anything, everyone has it!

"So the durability?" the therapist asked half gossipingly and half seriously.

"Yes, normal." Harry blushed.

Snape sneered, although the owner of the problem was him, the conversation between the two could go on without him - didn't Potter realize what this meant?

Or is this goofy boy, really, ready for the harassment, the questioning of them, and the rest of his life tied to a lifeless old man 20 years his senior?

"Well, it lasted a little longer than normal." Harry mistakenly thought that Snape was dissatisfied with his answer, so he had to grit his teeth and change his words.

"It seems that your sex life is very harmonious." The therapist smiled.

Harry's face was so red that it couldn't go away, and Snape squeezed Harry's hand, looking coldly at the troubled therapist who dared to tease him.

"If it's your job to gossip about other people's privacy—" His voice dropped dangerously, with deep disapproval.

"No, I mean - you see, since these are all fine, and now Mr. Snape looks good, it means that he has recovered quite well." The therapist coughed, and he tried his best to keep his expression Convincing that the profession of physicians brings.

"And Mr. Snape only hurt his throat and nothing else fatal, which of course will not affect the sex life between you. But I will say one more thing - please don't take some drastic action, especially try Those who have pressure on the throat, please pay attention to speaking as little as possible before fully recovering."

"Finally, Mr. Snape has just recovered from a serious illness. Although he looks good, recovery requires time for self-cultivation. That is to say—even if a proper sex life is beneficial to physical and mental health, it must be moderate. Anything goes If it’s over, it won’t be wonderful.”

"Of, of course." Harry smiled, always feeling that he was being teased by the therapist.

When Snape heard that he was fine, he pulled Harry with a sullen face and walked out the door.

Now rush to Diagon Alley to start shopping, their little girl will be able to use brand new toys in the evening, it has been wasted for 16 years, one more second is shameful!