Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.78

The Quidditch selection match between Bulgaria and France was as intense as Harry had expected. The whole game was played from daytime to late at night. The Golden Snitch ended, but the final score did Bulgaria win the game by 5 points.

Harry jumped up and cheered, excitement jumping in his face, his voice so hoarse that he was hoarse.

Snape on the side unscrewed the bottle cap. He specially added ice cubes to the water and handed it to the excited young man. He saw his Adam's apple rolled and gulped water to moisten his throat.

Only then did he raise his hand to remove the earplug charm from his ears. He really couldn't immerse himself in this exciting game for Quidditch fans, and if it wasn't for this Potter, he wouldn't appear in such a noisy place. .

The little girl in his arms had already been coaxed to sleep, she slept soundly, and Snape didn't remove the spell on her.

"I'll do it." Harry said, reaching out to take the little girl in Snape's arms.

The sated excitement on his face still hasn't faded, and it's stained his cheeks pink, as if he's just been through a good battle.

Snape checked the time, it was already early morning, and the white moon was extraordinarily bright in the dark sky.

It's too late for another fierce battle at this time, what a pity.

He silently stared at the young man beside him.

"Do you think it's too late for me to go to Viktor for an autographed photo at this time?" Harry didn't realize what Snape was thinking, and he looked at his partner excitedly.

He retracted his thoughts, as long as Quidditch was involved, Potter would be very energetic even without sleep, he didn't know what fatigue was at all!

In the end Snape took his demanding savior to line up for autographs, and endured the friendly chatter of Harry and Viktor Krum, friends he hadn't seen in years.

"Are you here alone?" Viktor shook his hand after signing ten postcards. After the game, he has been signing until now. Compared with the tense Quidditch competition, the signature is obviously more exciting. Arms are much more tired.

"No, my husband and I came, we were on vacation." Harry pointed behind him to Snape, who was holding the baby by the edge of the Bulgarian national team's tent, waiting for him to finish chatting and go back together.

"Oh, I remember him!" Viktor's eyes widened. He clearly remembered that this unfriendly man was a professor at Hogwarts. "Are you newly married?"

He felt that his three views were a bit shattered—maybe, he could still look forward to pursuing Miss Granger?If she remembered him, after all a professor could be with his students, it wouldn't be big news for a Quidditch star to pursue an ordinary girl.

"No, it's a long story." Harry shook his head, and he took the ten postcards, and now the souvenirs he brought to Ron and the others were finished.

After he said goodbye to Krum, he walked towards Snape, and together they walked towards their tent.

The bright moon hangs high, and the moon stars are rare.

Harry looked up at the sky, he grinned and gave a big smile, then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "Oops, I feel a little sleepy."

"The savior always forgets the normal rest time, doesn't he?" Snape snorted coldly.

"Severus." Harry rarely used a coquettish tone. His rare behavior made Snape shake his shoulders violently, almost throwing the baby in his arms.

Harry was so frightened that he immediately dragged their little baby with his hand, only to see her pouting, moving her head comfortably and continuing to sleep soundly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "I just thought it was nice to have you." He smiled at Snape.

"I'm very glad that I met you again after I came back. Instead of a future without you, there is only the annoying Professor Snape in my impression."

"Disgusting?" Snape stared at the young man in front of him threateningly, as if grabbing his little tail.

"You're pretty annoying, you were the most annoying professor I've ever met in my student days," said Harry honestly, "you're always targeting me for no reason, being extremely harsh and harsh on me— —Don't deny it, what you did is outrageous!" He snorted, until now he couldn't let go of the injustice he suffered in the past.

"If some people can treat his homework correctly, maybe the injustice he said will be reduced." Snape sneered back.

"You treat me like that because you hate the name Potter!" Harry muttered, before he wrapped his arms around his partner, biting his chin eagerly.

Made his professor bend over before giving him a kiss.

"I admit, there are my mistakes, and I'm not that kind to you." Harry sighed.

"Plus now that I know—you're targeting me because of Daniel—so I forgive you."

Snape snorted coldly, "Did I ever tell you you have a really thick skin?"

"Ah, don't you just like my thick skin?" Harry looked at Snape in amazement, and then kissed him affectionately on the lips.

"I think I've found my honeymoon feeling now." He rested his head on Snape's shoulder, and a laugh rose from his chest to the corner of his mouth.

So Snape took his little bastard's hand tenderly but firmly, "Then your reflexes are uncommonly slow, Harry."

They went back to their tent and embraced each other, their legs intertwined, as close and passionate as they could be, sleeping like this.

After the Quidditch match, Harry and Snape went to Bulgaria's Wizard Street again, and found that there was also a flying carpet shop here, so they took his partner to buy flying carpets in a hurry.

"It's very close to the desert, isn't it?" Harry suddenly looked at Snape, the anticipation glistening in his eyes was almost limited.

Snape's eyelids twitched, "If you go back to Türkiye..."

"Then go! Now that we have a flying carpet, why not try traveling in the desert on a flying carpet?" Harry almost had the word adventure written in his eyes, and he picked out a family-style The red carpet with complicated patterns and rose patterns are outlined with gold edges, which is very in line with Gryffindor aesthetics at first glance.

Snape's eyelids twitched as he had to accept the addition of Gryffindor shades to his furniture.

Perhaps when he first met this reckless little bastard, his life was destined to be inseparable from Gryffindor's red.

Resigned to his fate, he took out the money, took his excited boy to find the fireplace of Floo International, and decided to take him to Damascus, the capital of Syria, and then start their trip to the desert.

Obviously this is his holiday, but the requirements of the savior must always be met.Snape gazed tenderly at the boy next to him who was chattering about their expedition plans, and he had to keep a straight face as he looked over, lest the boy's tail be up in the air.