Professor, please pay the debt

However, no matter what Snape explained, nothing could change Harry's opinion. He firmly believed that Snape was jealous of Slughorn's talent in potions.

It's ridiculous!

Snape cursed through gritted teeth, and didn't want to talk to this uninformed little bastard any more.

He thought about it!Rather than wasting time on this ignorant young man, it is better to deal with his beloved potion. Madam Pomfrey has already urged it once. The weather is getting colder and colder these days, and those little monsters who can't even use the Warmth Charm are no good. Stopped and ran to the medical wing, which greatly reduced the stock of medicines, so he had to hurry up.

The materials were almost processed, Snape took out the largest crucible and put it on the iron shelf, lit the magic flame, waited for the pot to be slightly hot, put in the heather juice that had been processed, and then put his head in Those who didn't return began to chase people away, "Go out, don't poke here, it will get in the way."

"So much! Is it for the medical wing?"

Harry simply ignored the utter unfriendliness - Snape's attitude was always the same anyway.

"You are obviously not a Potions professor anymore, why do you still do these things?"

"Because this is the request of the great Headmaster Dumbledore! Humph!"

Snape was used to this kind of blatant oppression, but it didn't mean he didn't have complaints, it's just that there was no one to talk to in the past, "Does this happen often? Well... I mean, you often have to serve the medical wing... ...Is there overtime pay?"

"You think the old madman is a philanthropist?"

Snape kept staring at the heather juice in the cauldron without lifting his eyelids, "I still thought that Hogwarts had trade unions, a rights protection organization invented by Muggles!"

Oh, of course, Snape had grown up in the Muggle world, and of course he knew about the prestigious British trade unions.

I often work overtime but have no overtime pay. Not long ago, I was deducted 300 gold Galleons as the maintenance cost of the classroom, so...

Harry had just realized that Severus was not doing well under Dumbledore, when he heard the Dark Lord's soul movie sneering in his mind-no one likes traitors, because everyone stubbornly believes that if one has two, .

"I always thought that the old lunatic would hold you up and give you a high official salary and a superior life, after all... you have done so much for him..."

Harry knew that this was the Dark Lord's idea, but he still couldn't help saying it. He couldn't tolerate Snape being loyal to anyone other than himself. Dumbledore was the only competitor, and it was necessary to provoke him without losing the opportunity.

Snape didn't turn his head, but his body stiffened obviously, as if hesitating for something, he finally asked, "You think I'm doing it for Dumbledore?"

"Uh……"

"No! You don't understand!"

Snape was in pain and embarrassment. He couldn't explain to Harry why he betrayed the Dark Lord. Just a week ago, he could have a clear conscience, but now...

Things were far from what Snape thought.In fact, Harry knew all about what happened back then, so he quickly changed the subject, lest Snape fall into deep nostalgia for Mrs. Potter.

"I can understand. Really, the old lunatic is the best at buying people's hearts. You must have been cheated by him."

Harry hugged Snape from behind, gave him a loud kiss on the cheek, and half-truthfully described their future, "After the war is over, I will build you a potions laboratory. When the time comes, You can throw your resignation letter in the old madman's face, wow...what expression will he have..."

"Wonderful!"

Although Snape didn't believe a word, he couldn't help but imagine that Dumbledore was eating cockroaches and drinking honey tea when he suddenly received his resignation letter...

The old madman's face must be as wonderful as a chameleon!

Snape's mood suddenly brightened, even the corners of his mouth turned up, and he couldn't help following Harry's train of thought for a while.

At the same time as submitting the resignation letter, he also told the sweet tooth patient that he would never make a tooth health potion for him again!Ahh...this is perfect!

The imaginary scene made Snape's worries disappear, and his mood suddenly became lighter. It was rare and generous not to care about Harry's hugging behavior.

The blue magic flame continued to heat the large cauldron. The huge volume made this process impossible to be too fast. Within 10 minutes before the heather juice was heated to the predetermined temperature, Snape had to use the stirring rod continuously , observe the color of the heather juice, adjust the intensity of the magic flame...

As he did so, Harry's arms remained wrapped around his waist, like a Permanent Adhesive Charm.

When the heather juice started to bubble and make a splashing sound, Snape finally got bored, "Excuse me, Mr Potter, it's time to use the daisy root, if you will turn your head to the right, you can see Those processed daisy root fragments are 9 feet away from us. Also, they are not in the right state for the Flying Charm..."

Harry was enjoying his lover's light body fragrance and supple waist, and he couldn't put it down because of this beautiful body.

When Snape signaled him to let go with euphemistic words, he decisively decided to pretend to be confused, "It's a pity, I wanted to help, you know, I practiced the Flying Curse quite well."

"I mean: let it go!"

Snape had no choice but to say it bluntly, "You don't mean to walk over and back with me, it's too boring, and we're not conjoined twins."

"Don't worry, I have a solution!"

Harry smirked in a place where Snape couldn't see, he bent down against Snape's back, moved his arms down a bit, hugged him tightly again, and lifted him up hard, hugging Snape Get up, "Oh, stop messing around!"

After Snape realized that his feet were off the ground, he cried out in a panic. Actually, there was no need to worry, it was only a few steps away. Harry held him firmly and walked to the other end of the cooking table to stop, and Motioning him to get the daisy root, Snape blushed and yelled at him, "This is so stupid, I'm not a child, what does it look like being carried around by you! I have legs myself, let go!"

"Don't let it go!"

Harry refused him unreasonably, "Either I will carry you back, or stand here and watch the cauldron explode."

No kidding, how could the most outstanding potions master of this century blow up his own cauldron!

Snape would never allow such an accident to happen.

"Okay, you despicable villain, you've got it!" Snape angrily packed the daisy roots on a silver plate, and then urged, "Hurry up, the heather juice is going to go bad."

Harry didn't expect it to be so easy to get it, so after taking him back, he used his brains, trying to take advantage of this opportunity to get some other benefits.

The heather juice in the crucible was undergoing a wonderful change just as Snape said, the clear and transparent juice had now become very viscous, looking like a pot of paste, and Snape's feet would shudder when they touched the ground. Pour the daisy root in quickly, and the stirring rod kept stirring...

Harry would also make a refreshment potion, and he knew the next steps would be very beneficial to him, Snape had no idea what his little lover was thinking, and even if he knew, he had no time to worry about it.

As he himself said, potions are a delicate subject that cannot be sloppy.

At this time, the production of the refreshing potion has entered a critical stage, and it needs to be dripped with salamander bile while stirring.

Snape held the mixing rod in his right hand, and drew circles evenly, counting the number of circles in his heart. Whenever a multiple of 3 was encountered, the dropper in his left hand would drip an appropriate amount of liquid. The two hands cooperated very tacitly. .