Professor, please pay the debt

Harry was still excited, and he was in no hurry to go back.Of course, teasing Severus was a must.

"It's really tempting. It's great to be like this in class. I promise to listen carefully."

Snape was panting heavily, and it took a long time before he heard back, "You still don't leave!"

It seemed to be accompanied by the voice of gnashing of teeth, "It's so ruthless!"

Harry complained with a grin, rubbed his chin... huh?

This doesn't feel right!

Was Severus' skin so rough?

He raised his shoulders and looked down. His eyes were full of red devil vines wrapped around his lover's body like coils. Even his shoulders were tied up slightly. This thing is still there!

Harry was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention. He flicked his fingers to make the vine disappear, but the scratches and strangle marks that followed made him feel a rare guilt.

"It hurts? Why don't you say it!"

The tone was not very good, it seemed that the responsibility for the injury should be borne by Snape.

"Don't be hypocritical, isn't this exactly your purpose!"

Snape struggled to prop up his shoulders and move his numb arm, and waited for a while before his lover withdrew, so he turned around and ordered angrily:

"go out!"

Harry acted shamelessly, opened his emerald green eyes wide, and asked innocently:

"What are you talking about? Who are you calling out, and from where?"

"You... um—"

Harry pulled his face and kissed him hard, and stopped the curse, "Be good, let me heal..."

"I can do it myself, you get out!"

"Shall I ask again, dear?"

"Your skin, Potter! As thick as a dragon's skin!"

Dragon skin is a good thing, it can insulate most magic damage.So... this is actually a compliment!

Harry laughed heartlessly, using the wandless magic, the skin returned to its original state in the blink of an eye, and the palms on it were wet with sweat—this is uncomfortable!

Harry still remembered drying his sweat with his body heat, and he didn't want Snape to taste it, so he summoned a towel from the bathroom and threw it on Snape's back to wipe it off, "Are you wiping the table?"

Snape was already angry, and he had no good words to say when he was treated so roughly. Harry felt that his kindness had been ruined. You know, this was the first time he served someone.

However, a full-fledged man is easier to talk to, his hand movements are more gentle, and he joked in a good-tempered manner, "You're so picky! It's harder to serve than a woman!"

To his surprise, this famous sentence aroused Severus' strong disgust.

"Then you go find a woman!"

Snape suddenly became irritable, making the two of them stunned at the same time. When they looked at each other, the corners of Harry's mouth twitched, and Snape cursed in embarrassment, "Damn!"

The young man finally couldn't hold back his smile. When he smiled and fell on his pillow, he was kicked hard by his lover who became angry from embarrassment, "Get lost! Go find those good-tempered people, those silly girls!"

"Oh... my dear, show mercy, I will die."

Harry smiled and hugged him into his arms, clamped his fluttering legs, kissed his sweaty temples, stroked his blushing cheeks with his fingers, and looked at his lover's face softened by his love. Lip color and charming eyebrows, the more you look at it, the more you fall in love with it.

In an instant, the tenderness was like water, and he solemnly raised his hand and swore, "I don't remember the past, forget about Lucius, I don't despise you!"

"idiot!"

This was the most appropriate reply in Professor Snape's opinion.

"Do you think I would appreciate your tolerance? No, you're wrong, I won't. In fact, I doubt whether you can understand the word tolerance with your IQ!"

Seeing that Harry was still staring at him, Snape raised his eyebrows and asked provocatively, "Why, not convinced...well, let's try it, answer me, Potter, tolerance is an adjective Or a verb?"

"Oh……"

Suddenly, Harry really couldn't answer, so he quickly changed the subject, "Leave that aside, I've already sworn it, and you should make it too, just say... to break up with Lucius."

Harry thought about it, he couldn't kill Lucius, anyway, he was Abraxas' son.

And it's the little kid he watched grow up, let alone him, even a madman with a snake face can't do it.

Then, we can only work from Severus, as long as he...

"I reject!"

Snape's tone of voice was very light, with a slight rise in the end, which sounded quite cheerful. His two black pupils were wide open, and he focused on observing Harry's changing expression: from surprise to anger to viciousness, a total of only 1 minutes. After less than a second, "Well, let Lucius stay in Azkaban for the rest of his life, one day you will forget him, I don't care at all, really!"

Harry's voice became dark and hoarse, like a real Dark wizard.Snape was taken aback by the Dark Lord's tone, and he had an ominous feeling—if he didn't tell the truth, his friend might really never see the light of day.

Snape frowned and asked, "Where did you hear the gossip? Couldn't it be the inside information revealed to you by the mad girl Lovegood?"

It is impossible for a rough-headed person to perceive the deep-seated jealousy and unwillingness.

"Scremgeour said it to me himself!" said Harry Potter in a rough tone of resentment. "I hope it's false. Come to think of it, what would he think of me?"

"What do you think of you!?"

Snape repeated Harry's words in amazement, and after pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of a possibility, which made him tremble, and he asked tentatively, "Why did Scrimgeour tell you This... did you tell him! "

Thinking of the consequences of the exposure of the relationship, Snape's face turned pale, and he grabbed Harry's hand in panic, as if he would be pulled away from him in the next moment.

His subconscious reaction satisfies the lover's vanity just right, Harry held his hand instead, brought it to his lips and kissed it tenderly, "Don't be afraid, baby, there's nothing to be afraid of..."

"What are you..."

"No, I didn't tell, I didn't tell Scrimgeour."

Snape had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard even more terrifying news, "But he will know sooner or later..." Harry said firmly, "When we get married, the entire wizarding world will know."

Snape was taken aback, he was stunned for a long time, and after his fragile heart resumed beating, he decided to take this sentence as a joke of the savior, "This is not funny at all, the law does not allow two wizards to marry."

"I will amend the law!" Harry's expression at this time can only be described as supercilious, "You don't have to worry about it, as long as you stay by my side obediently, no one dares to oppose us!"

"Megalomaniac!"

Snape's habitual cursing brought a coquettishness that he didn't notice, which made Harry smile and kiss again and again, "Oh, that's fine..." Snape avoided him awkwardly, Still obsessed with the topic of the crazy girl, "Why do you talk about Lucius and those outdated gossips, does the minister want to change careers and become a reporter for "The Quibbler"?

Oh... have to say, this is big news in itself!That roadside tabloid is on fire again!

Crazy Lovegood will become a rich man, and his daughter--Merlin bless the girl who can't be sober from birth to death!

She has naturally become the rich second generation or the crazy second generation. No matter what, she will become a money bag. Whoever marries her can save 30 years of struggle... There will be many young people who will pursue her. Am I right? "

Harry shook his head; to be honest, he was a little dizzy.Snape's words didn't seem difficult to understand, but also seemed quite profound, and there seemed to be something very important hidden in the words—what was it, he refused to say it directly, forcing people to play guessing games with him like a sphinx game.

At this time, Professor Poison Tongue said again, "When you have money, you no longer care about being crazy or not. Everyone is like this! Greedy and corrupt, morally corrupt, the poor want to become rich, and the rich want to be richer...you Doesn’t your economic capacity belong to the latter?”

"Oh, maybe... I shouldn't be poor." Harry was thinking about the topic of Luna in his mind.

"So do you want to be richer?" The light from the black eyes was as fierce as "Shenfeng Wuying".