Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.65

In the end Snape picked up the textbooks and helped the little bastard start reviewing, and Potter also asked him to write on the blackboard as much as possible instead of talking - in case he had a sore throat.

And the reason why Snape is standing here is definitely not because of some Potter who will come up with a bunch of new tricks - but the little girl in his arms - it has to be said that starting early childhood education is an appropriate excuse .

"You're really amazing—you actually talked about herbalism from potions." Harry gasped in admiration. Fair feathers.

The little girl in his arms also started babbling, "That's... amazing!" She started clapping her hands, which amused Harry, so he grabbed the little girl and kissed her on the cheek After he finished speaking, he changed his posture to hug her again, and at the same time it was convenient for him to take notes.

Snape put down his drinking glass, and after drinking water to moisten his throat, he looked at this little bastard who hadn't worked hard in his studies expressionlessly.

"I just wish you'd really listened—but your messiah aura is more useful than that, isn't it?"

"Severus!" Harry exclaimed dissatisfiedly, "I'm listening attentively, and I'm trying to take notes—I swear—" He held up the notebook full of words, and then looked at the knowledge on it seriously A little bit, and found that it was indeed a bit much, "——I can memorize most of it." He changed his words with a huff, with a little hesitation showing unnaturally on his face.

So he got a jeer - from Snape.

"Do you still need a bottle of memory potion?" Snape suggested with a half-smile.

"NEWTs forbid that kind of potion." To be honest, he really wanted to say that he needed it, but even if he thought about it with his head, the answer couldn't be necessary.

"It seems that you are in urgent need." Snape snorted coldly, tapped his fingers on the blackboard, and began to continue the guidance of the next section of the Savior's customized VIP one-on-one review lesson.

At the end of the day, Harry reviewed all the preparation subjects for the exam-although it was actually no different from taking new lessons, he really admired Snape's mastery of these subjects, and he could even practice black magic with him Defensive sparring.

I don't know when he will be able to reach Snape's level.

"Maybe I'll be there in ten years?" he murmured quietly as he plated the stew in the pot.Then with a wave of his wand the dinner floated to the table, and he unbuttoned his apron as he made his way to the table.

"You suit the dark green apron very well." Snape said suddenly, looking at the apron with cartoon pictures of black and white bears printed on it.

He remembered that he had seen the dark green apron Daniel wore when he ran to work in a Muggle coffee shop. The belt was wrapped around his waist, which emphasized the slender waist, and the tight jeans when he turned around. The wrapped buttocks are so upright and exposed to the eyes of the world.

He sat there all day, drinking glass after glass of water with ice to no avail.

He remembered that in the afternoon, the sun slanting from the west came in and sprinkled on Daniel's face as he walked towards him, making his whole body seem to be glowing. He walked towards him step by step and said to him, "We let's go."

This memory is so long and imprinted with the word youth, it constitutes his cognition of Daniel, with the smell of lemon, sweet and sour, so green that makes the eyes moist but more vivid than the one in life. The first candy is even sweeter.

Snape regained his attention from his memory in an instant, he stared at Potter in front of him, no matter how he looked or felt - he was completely inferior to the young and delicious young man in his memory.

The Harry Potter he knew was a reckless and clumsy boy who always made the wrong choices, acted willfully and never repented - it was difficult to relate to Daniel.But I have to admit, what Daniel did and the little Potter boy would do it.

"You mean the one from the coffee shop?" Harry remembered after a moment's thought - it wasn't a long memory for him, and he was very surprised that Snape still remembered it now The color of the apron he was wearing at the time.

"I thought you'd want to see me in my Quidditch uniform," he muttered.

"If you can still fit it, but I doubt it very much." Snape raised his eyebrows hearing Harry's muttering.

"Are you suspecting that I'm fat?" Harry puffed up his face, and he snorted, "I can definitely wear it, I'll try it on later!"

And it turns out that Harry did manage to fit in his Quidditch uniform, which really suited his baby-fat face, and his thin, barely-changed waist— Very easy to hold.

And he is wearing this Gryffindor red Quidditch uniform, which makes people want to cry him even more. There is no Gryffindor golden seeker, there is no Gryffindor house championship, and there is no qualification. Ryffindor House Cup.

Just a sweaty, sobbing boy in a Gryffindor uniform, trying to please his husband.

On Monday, Harry finally persuaded Snape to visit Hogwarts. Just after breakfast, Harry pushed Snape into the fireplace, and of course little Alexis was carried along.

"I'll go to Ron and the others first. They just wrote to me yesterday saying that the corridor has been repaired. I'm going to have a look." Harry said.

Snape took over Potter's sweetheart, and he found a house elf to take care of the little girl for him. When he was picky about the precautions to the house elf, he found that Harry hadn't left yet, so He distractedly gave Potter a look, "Why are you still standing here? Or is it that the noble savior has forgotten the way and needs someone to guide him through it. Of course, the savior always pays attention to ostentation."

"Are you going to see Professor McGonagall?" Harry couldn't help asking, "You are still the headmaster, and Professor McGonagall is only acting headmaster, but I don't know—" He wondered if Severus would Also a principal.

"This is my business." Snape reached out his hand to the over-worried boy and stroked the floppy hair on his head, "You can go out and make out with your friends at ease."

"I think Ron and the others will be very scary, because they all read the "Daily Prophet." Harry shrugged, he grinned, remembering that Ron had written a long paragraph of his reflections in the letter, and Said that he would go to Rita Skeeter to claim damages for mental distress, and he was about to go to St. Mungo's for a heart check!

Although I'm a little sorry for Ron, I'm afraid he won't be able to get compensation for mental damage.