Professor, please pay the debt

Spider's End

The East End of London is a dirty and chaotic place. It has been a slum area since the Middle Ages, and it has not changed much until now. The streets are dirty, the houses are crowded with garbage, and there are many dirty places. The security situation is even more worrying. There are frequent incidents of violence.

Spider's End Alley is hidden in a corner of the East District, next to a polluted river. During the rainy season, the river will overflow the embankment and soak the entire alley, making everything on the ground stink. of.

Those who could do it all moved away, and the residents who stayed here were either poor or liked to live in isolation.

Professor Severus Snape lived here. He was a cold and withdrawn person who never liked to deal with people. The environment at Spider's End was just right for him.

Near midnight, he left his beloved cauldron to go shopping at a Muggle supermarket.Yes, Muggle supermarket, this is also a last resort, who told him to live in the Muggle world.

Professor Snape rushed home after buying enough ingredients for a week. What he was cooking was a pot of soul stabilizer, and the last herb was due to be added in 15 minutes, and then it was done, Snape expected Seeing the wonderful artistic conception of the pot of black charcoal turning into silver in an instant, he walked hurriedly and quickly, striding forward with his long legs, turning a blind eye to everything around him.

But he stopped when he saw a little green-eyed troll.Although that little bastard took off his glasses, the Potions professor who had taught him for five years and hated him for five years could still recognize him, Merlin's flowery socks!

He had just walked out of a dirty and noisy bar, which didn't look like a decent place. Could it be that he escaped from Dumbledore's control just to play in the world?

At the same time, the little bastard also recognized his professor, he even called out, Snape!Then turn and run away.

Snape swore he hated the little bastard and wanted to send him to Merlin right away.But... there is no reason, let's catch him first.

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The two rushed into a dark alley one after the other, and Snape threw the little bastard against the wall, "Damn Potter, is your brain clogged with hormones? I don't know what Where should I come from? Shouldn't I come here!"

"Let go of me, Snape, it's a holiday, you have no power over me."

Snape spit out cold words in his usual gentle tone, "Of course, of course, the great savior can do whatever he wants, and the poor Potions professor can't control anything, but let me remind you, the Dark Lord is rising again, and the food The dead are killing people everywhere, only brainless Gryffindor fools are going around to have fun and get drunk at this time, are you taking your own life!"

"If I didn't drink, do you think you could catch up with me?"

"Potter, don't change the subject, does Dumbledore know you're here?"

"He doesn't know, no one knows where I am, now you can rest assured, you can hand me over to the Dark Lord to receive the reward."

Feeling angry and wronged, Snape impulsively twisted Harry's collar and hissed like a snake language, "You are not allowed to insult my work!"

The two were very close, almost nose to nose, and the smell of alcohol in Harry's mouth sprayed on Snape's face with his breath, making him turn his head away in disgust.

But Harry leaned forward like a bee that found pollen, tilted his head and poked his nose close to Snape's ear, "It smells so good, what kind of perfume do you use?"

Snape didn't expect this change, until something soft touched his ear, and he pushed him away violently.

Damn, hormone-spitting little bastard, wait for me, don't even think about leaving a Gryffindor gem!

Harry seemed to be a little drunk, he was pushed and staggered, and he took a step back to stand still. He didn't realize what a rebellious thing he had done. Seeing that Snape was no longer grabbing him, he thought it was all right.

So he bid farewell to the professor in a grand manner, "Then goodbye, Professor Snape, I hope I won't see you before school starts."

"Where are you going?"

"Go back to the hotel and sleep..."

"Should I praise you? At least you didn't sleep on the streets. You finally have hope of recovering from your stupid illness, and it's not in vain to teach you over the past few years."

"Thank you for your teaching. I saw hell when I was alive. It is indeed an eye-opener. However, it is very late today, and I want to rest. Good night, professor, there is no need to send it away, thank you."

"Arrogant Potter, do you think I'll treat you with respect?"

"Then what are you doing with me?"

"I wish I had the honor of visiting the temporary residence where Mr Potter stepped down."

Harry seemed confused by the request. He scratched his messy black hair, looked at his professor in the dim light, and asked tentatively, "You mean, you want to go to the hotel with me?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with your ears."

Harry was taken aback, stuttering like Professor Quirrell, "But we don't, no, it's not quite right!"