Professor, please pay the debt

"I think, you should know that my patience has a limit!"

Harry was furious. What Snape said just now was like a wizard's version of Kreacher. Kreacher never forgot his mistress, and Snape did the same to his Lily... It's all abusive!Let me teach you a good lesson, and you will be honest!

"You actually... used the Unforgivable Curse!"

Snape struggled to sit up, but Harry didn't give him a chance, he kicked Snape coldly and walked over to look down at him, "Listen, Severus, I don't want to waste time talking to you What the Unforgivable Curses, the wizarding world is at war, the Unforgivable Curses instituted by the Wizengard will soon become a joke, every minute of my time counts.

Because I have a powerful opponent who will never die, but when it comes to you, I would like to spend a little more time explaining my intentions to avoid misunderstandings. I repeat again, I don't want your life.

Because that's worthless to me, all I want is your body... yes, I want you, I want to kiss you, have you, like a lover! "

"no no……"

Snape couldn't meet Harry's eyes, and covered his face with his hands to avoid Harry's burning gaze.

"You have no right to refuse!"

Harry stepped on Snape's chest, extremely arrogant, holding a glass of pale golden whiskey in his hand, he took a sip and frowned and complained, "You can't prepare a little Alcohol? This is too bad!"

"You...why didn't you kill me? I killed your parents, why didn't you kill me!" Snape didn't move his palm, but murmured from the gap between his palms.

"Don't tell me such nonsense about love, I'm not a hot-headed idiot, I'm... Merlin! I'm already 35 years old, you have a lot of young admirers, why don't you pester them?"

Harry drank the whiskey in his hand and let the empty glass return to the liquor cabinet by itself.

"If I don't answer you, I'm afraid you will keep chasing me and asking questions. In order to avoid trouble, I am willing to speak clearly now... Why don't I kill you——Merlin's IQ! There are more stupid things than this question?

Killing you won't do me any good, why should I do such a thankless thing.

What's more, it is true that as you said, I have many admirers, but it is impossible for me to enjoy love with them, because there is no one among them that I can trust..."

"You mean..." Snape finally moved his hand away, and his black eyes looked at Harry in surprise, "You mean you trust me? Me? The one who killed your parents! Your brain Is it stuffed with a love potion?"

"It's a pleasure to hear your unique evaluation again!"

"you……"

"Get up, how long are you going to lie down! If you lie down again, I will think you are tempting me!"

Harry showed his gentlemanly demeanor at the right time, stretched out his hand to pull Snape, and straightened the wrinkles on his robe with a smile, "Don't be surprised, I really trust you, because you have silently guarded me Five years!"

……

"Surprised, isn't it? What kind of person do you think I am? Do you really think I'm a heartless fool who doesn't know what to do?"

Snape's expression said yes, while Harry sighed bitterly, "Then I must have disappointed you...I promise I won't do it again, I will be a qualified and powerful savior... "

Harry took Snape's face with both hands, kissed him tenderly, sucked his lips lightly, tasted it - Snape didn't resist!

Harry was overjoyed, and it turned out that a slap in the face was the best solution!

"It's getting late, go see Dumbledore quickly, don't let him see it!"

Harry kissed again before reluctantly leaving Snape's office.

……

Dumbledore's office looked the same as it always had: fine silverware swirled on the slender-legged table, belching little puffs of smoke.

The portraits of old headmasters, men and women, dozed off in their respective frames.

Dumbledore's imposing phoenix, Fawkes, stood on a perch behind the door, watching its master and Professor Snape with interest.

The two of them stood beside the desk, on which was a shallow stone basin with a circle of strange symbols engraved on the mouth of the basin.Apparently they just came out of the Pensieve.

"Is that... the young Dark Lord?" Snape was astonished.

"Yes, that's him, young Tom Marvolo Riddle, you should see him in the sixth grade, just like Harry now." Dumbledore seemed to be pointing.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Use your brain, Severus! Don't always expect me to think for you, your precious brain should have a real use, think about it, recall carefully, what did you see in that memory, listen What happened, you will understand my original intention."

Snape sat exhausted in the armchair, the experience of tonight was too colorful for him, first the little bastard's nonsensical courtship, and now the memory of the young Dark Lord, his precious brain, even It's a bit overwhelming to start all the horsepower.

"Despite the old bat my students nicknamed me, I'm not a nocturnal animal, and my brain, precious or not, isn't used to working at this time. So...you can say what you want, and you don't want to, I I bid farewell."

Dumbledore's left hand flicked across the air, and the green numbers representing the time appeared there, and it was past midnight.

"Is it so late? Sorry, I didn't notice, I managed to get this memory from Horace - I guess you can understand the difficulty of this work, Horace is very reluctant, I I must have used some coercive means...but in the end I got it, which is very important to us, so I asked you to study it as soon as possible..."

Snape was indifferent, and the old headmaster couldn't help complaining, "I've noticed that you have a bad temper recently. Has Harry gotten into trouble again?"

"Actually, I don't really care if the messiah gets into trouble, if you don't send me the bill."

"I can't help it..." The old headmaster was very impatient, "The classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class was destroyed badly, the headmaster can't pretend he didn't see it! Besides, one of the parties involved is a student and the other is a professor, who is more serious?" Destructive, the answer is self-evident, so I can only deduct the repair cost from your salary."

snort!

"Okay, Severus, let's get back to tonight's topic, I want you to pay attention to two things in that memory, one is the Horcrux, and the other is Tom's ring..."

"I haven't heard of Horcruxes, but the staff ring... If I read correctly, the ring on the Dark Lord's hand is the one that cursed you during the summer vacation."

"Yes, Severus, yes, that's it..." Dumbledore walked to the little table with many fine silverware on its long, thin legs, and picked up an ugly gold ring with a Set with a large black stone, "It's the one that put my life on hold. I'll be fair, Tom did a pretty good job!"

Snape took the ring and looked at it in awe, "There is still a curse on it, and anyone who wears it will die. It's amazing, why would you want to wear it?" Eat it? Does eating too much sweets lower people's IQ?"

"That's a long story, and I'm afraid we won't have time to tell it in detail tonight..."

"Then what are you going to say?"

Snape had never been able to convince the old Headmaster, so he was a little submissive in front of him.

"Horcruxes! Severus, I really want to know what Horcruxes are? Of course, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you, I was going to ask Horace to tell me.

But he has been prepared for a long time, you should have noticed that the memory he provided has been modified.

So I deduce that Horace told Tom the secret about the Horcruxes, then regretted it, so he altered his memory.

This caused us quite a problem, neither Veritaserum nor Legilimency would work.Horace is cautious like all wizards of the old school, especially after I offended him. "

"You want me to approach Horace and steal his secrets?"

"Yes, Severus!"

"I could try, but don't get your hopes up, I don't know much about that old walrus! Why don't you try to use your saviour, he's the kind of man Horace admires most. "

"I'm about to talk about Harry. In fact, I've been deeply disappointed by his performance this semester... If the act of going to the Ministry of Magic without permission can be explained as recklessness, then the subsequent act of donating to the Ministry of Magic , is simply a naked betrayal!"

"Betrayal? No, Albus, I must remind you that there is no hostility between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry, or between you and Scrimgeour.

So even if Potter took refuge in the Ministry of Magic, it was at best a two-footed boat. If Potter really wanted to betray, he had to throw himself into the arms of the Dark Lord. "

Dumbledore realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of Harry and the Dark Lord... I have a bad feeling... Severus, do you feel that the more Harry More and more like Voldemort?"

The words were so powerful that Snape tensed his nerves and leaned forward in his seat, "What are you implying?"

"Didn't you notice? Since this summer vacation, Harry seems to be obsessed with acting alone. He traveled alone without telling anyone in advance, even Granger and Weasley didn't know. the Ministry of Magic.

According to him, it was to solve the issue of Sirius' inheritance, but why didn't he ask Arthur for advice? Besides, he didn't ask anyone's consent before deciding to donate, which showed that he was already extremely confident, secretive, and obviously No one is considered a friend.

He handles affairs by himself, without the help and company of others.He is willing to do everything by himself.The same is true of Voldemort as an adult. "

"Merlin! What exactly do you want to say? Do you want to say that the savior is developing in the direction of the Dark Lord?"

Snape asked in horror, every news tonight is explosive enough.

"Not only that - I hope you didn't ignore this because you were so mad, Severus - the ring on Harry's hand, I will make a bold guess, it is the ring of the head of the Black family, although Shi ignored it Curse, but teachers can see it.

Harry obviously inherited a nobleman's fortune and couldn't wait to wear it on his arm, which is more like Voldemort - he likes to collect loot... don't ask me how I know, I know more about Voldemort than there is in this world anyone. "

"So... what conclusion did you draw?" Snape asked tentatively.

"Harry is Voldemort!" said Dumbledore.

"Ha! You're finally crazy! Completely crazy! Not a single sane left!"

Hearing this, Snape felt relieved. He thought it was nonsense, even if Merlin was reborn, such a thing would not happen.

It was impossible for Snape to accept such an inference. If this inference was true, then the person who just had a crush on him was Voldemort himself. There is no more absurd idea than this!

"Okay, Albus, stop thinking about it, maybe it's the aftereffect of the curse that paralyzes half of your brain and strokes the other half.

Anyway, can't work normally anymore, let's stop here today, you have a good rest, I will increase the dose of purification potion, although it will take time, but I don't want to listen to your crazy talk anymore, good night, Arbus! "

Snape got up and walked towards the door after finishing speaking, "Severus, let me say one more word, just one sentence, really!"

Snape couldn't stand the old headmaster's pleading, he still stopped, but his long fingers were already on the doorknob, and he said bluntly, "Speak quickly."

"I know it sounds unbelievable, but Harry has really changed this term. He has become strong and independent. He doesn't consult with anyone before making decisions. He now has his own ideas and doesn't listen to anyone. I have to be vigilant!"

It has changed!At puberty, heat begins!Hmph - Snape hummed disdainfully in his heart!

"Also, there is some invisible connection between Harry and Voldemort's brain..."

"That's because the Dark Lord was resurrected with Harry's blood. You told me that. I don't think you've forgotten?"

"I didn't forget...but I could be wrong!"

Dumbledore looked a little lazy, which angered the black robe professor, he opened the door and went out.

"I hope you will continue to give Harry Occlumency lessons, just like last year..." Dumbledore hurriedly put forward his own ideas to keep his professor, "This will allow us to control Harry's time more , you can also take the opportunity to see what he is thinking..."

The old headmaster had a good plan, but he never dreamed of what kind of request Harry made of Snape, so he was doomed to be disappointed.

"Perhaps..." Snape turned slowly, and said to Dumbledore in a low, soft voice, "You should give him lessons yourself, because I don't want to control his time or know his thoughts."

Dumbledore wanted to say something more, but Snape didn't give him a chance, and the black robe rolled away decisively, leaving the old headmaster sighing alone: ​​It seems that many people have lost control this year...