Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.82

Honey grilled meat with rich curry vegetable soup is a very stomach-warming meal. For them in the desert, after the sun goes down, the dark sky is accompanied by the same sudden drop in temperature, and warm food Coupled with the baking of the bonfire, it is very warm from the body to the stomach.

"The dried chilies bought in Istanbul are too hot." After Harry sneezed again, his nose turned red, but the redness was not obvious in the light of the campfire.

Snape silently took out a handkerchief from his pocket for wiping their little girl's mouth.

"Thank you." Harry said in a thick nasal voice, before he received the handkerchief, he saw that hand with the handkerchief directly rubbing against his nose.

Maybe it was because the flame was too hot, Harry smiled slightly, and swept away the strange emotion brought by the softness that brushed his nose.

"You want some more—ah, I forgot you hate spicy food!" Harry suddenly remembered that his Severus couldn't eat spicy food.Because of this guy's amazing talent in potions, naturally his sense of smell, taste and even touch are much more sensitive than ordinary people.

He still remembered Severus telling him with a serious face that it was pain.And the pain would deprive him of his sense of taste.

So this man hates spicy, it hurts his talent, and that's unforgivable.Obviously his endurance is so strong, but he really hates spicy food.

And his talent is so good that no matter what the material is, he can tell whether it is good or bad by smelling it a little bit. If it is a liquid—as long as his finger touches a little bit and his tongue touches it, he can tell exactly what it is.

At that time, his knowledge was so shallow that he didn't really realize the gap between him and a genius, so he rummaged through Severus's storage cabinet, put a row of ingredients, and asked his potion genius to try one by one blindfolded. , the result is so amazing.Naturally, he lost the bet, so that he took dinner, breakfast, and of course this guy's supper.

He really liked the time when he and Severus brewed potions together, and in retrospect, his potion professor was Severus, so according to this guy's pickiness about potions, he could Accepting his job offer, and giving him that assistant contract was really—at that time, what mood did Severus use to tell him that he liked their partner?

Once again, he deeply realized that his Severus didn't need a partner, he could complete those potions by himself, and he didn't need to waste time teaching him how to make potions and telling him the skills that only belonged to him.But Severus, who regards potions as an indelible art, usually doesn't even give a glance to others, and even a top student like Hermione is hard to get his praise, but in order to keep him Told him against his will that he was his only partner.

He should have learned that Severus loved him enough to change him, but he ignored it and wished that Severus would be fine when he was gone.

The more Harry thought about it, the more he reflected on the scum of his decision at the time, and how it affected the man in front of him, that he became such an annoying professor, and they still didn't deal with it for so many years.

"Don't eat it." Harry tried to snatch the bowl from Snape's hand, but he missed it.

"Although hotness is pain, sometimes it's not uncomfortable to accept pain. Of course, if you often suffer from pain, it's masochism. Obviously, I don't have this kind of addiction." Snape said.

"I think you do now," said Harry muffled, "I'm not nice to you." He pursed his lips.

"I always like to think with my thoughts, so that I forget about you. As you said before, I am indeed an arrogant person, from a long time ago-even when we first met, at that time ..." Harry paused, actually he didn't want to admit it, but he felt that he had to say it, he couldn't hide it, "I forgot that I came to find the potions master, when I saw you, My head went blank with a buzz, I just wanted to know you, so I tried my best to follow you back. When you invited me to your house, I was so happy that I forgot my legs They're all frozen."

"That's why you fell down on the stairs." Snape also recalled that long memory, he thought that the two of them were so impulsive that they couldn't even go up the stairs when they met for the first time.

Harry nodded, "So you see at the beginning, I was such a person who was full of my own wishes, I was too cowardly to change history, I didn't even want to save you Dare to tell you, I just wanted to get the potion and leave." His voice became quieter, and they were behind the wind-covered sand dunes, there was not even a trace of wind, and the surroundings were quiet, except for his voice and the occasional fire in the flames. There was a crackling sound of firewood cracking.

"I understand your arrogance, Potter." Snape looked at Harry quietly in front of him, "You were born a Gryffindor, so you are arrogant, reckless, and always reckless in doing things, but to People are so enthusiastic that they always dig out their hearts and lungs, have a heart of a virgin who wants to take care of others, brave and tenacious-this is not to praise you, Harry, your kindness to the extreme is stupid, your bravery to the extreme is reckless, Your tenacity to the extreme is stubbornness, and your enthusiasm is like swaying around like you don’t need money.” His voice gradually merged with the coldness in the air, and the familiar sarcasm carried a real knife-like coldness, On Harry's heart.

Harry took a quick gulp of the hot curry soup, the spiciness choking him to tears.

He moved his nose and lowered his head, "I know I have a lot of problems."

Snape snorted, he stopped his sarcasm, and put down the bowl of soup in his hand.

At this age, he would not like this boy with many shortcomings, but unfortunately, it was the 19-year-old who met Potter.

In his young eyes, Potter was simply shining, it was his longing, the light that broke into his world, and the muse of his inspiration.

Even if this little bastard has so many flaws that he can criticize for a whole day without repeating them, but the young man doesn't care, his emotional filter is so thick that he can filter them all out, and seeing this young man's golden soul is a The scorching and pure light that is small enough for him to hold in his hand belongs only to him.

And damn it, he emptied his chest for this fleeting gleam of light, leaving nothing behind.