Professor, please pay the debt

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Why, don't you want to take medicine again?"

"No!"

Snape quickly denied it, fearing that Harry would change his mind, he straightened his clothes as quickly as possible, grabbed the bottle of potion on the small cabinet and drank it down.

The faint bitter taste dissipated in the body, and the pain of the wound eased...

Snape realized that he was safe, although it was temporary, but he still had a sense of gratitude that he had escaped, his whole body calmed down, the potion was working, and his drowsy brain gradually woke up due to the fever, Snape began to re-examine his situation. He was entangled by a domineering boy and forced to do disgusting things. Sighing weakly, "I can't refuse, can I?"

Harry stood beside him coldly, with some lingering anger, "You can refuse, but you can't afford the consequences of refusing."

Snape didn't say a word, he lowered his head, his new black hair covered all his expressions, only the convulsive fingers holding the crystal bottle tightly revealed his emotions, looking at Snape like this, Harry also felt a sense of powerlessness, and Merlin testified that he really didn't like torturing people.

Especially Severus, Harry wanted to hold him in his palm and pamper him, giving him all the best things in the world, but why didn't this guy know how to flatter him!

Is it the way I opened it wrong?Am I really treating Snape like a dog like Hermione said?

--impossible!I would never want to kiss a dog, let alone give a dog pocket money!

Harry shook off the nonsensical thoughts in his head, and sat on the edge of the bed again, "Listen, Severus, I don't want you to hate me. But if you dare to leave me, I don't care if you hate me or not, Do you get me?"

Snape didn't say anything, his body was as stiff as if he had been petrified, Harry raised his head, and put his hand on his forehead, "The fever has subsided, and I feel much better now yes Isn't it? It's like our relationship, there's no need to make yourself suffer, just obey me..."

Snape turned his head away from Harry's clutches, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't even look at him. Harry realized that the high-handed policy was not working well.

So I planned to go around in a circle and outflank it from the side, "You may think I'm too rude, but there's nothing you can do about it, you know, now that there are dangers everywhere, I don't have time to write love letters to you like a little boy, send you flowers, date and cultivate slowly Feelings...you may not be clear about the things in the Forbidden Forest, Aragog, the leader of the acromantula, is about to die..."

"what?"

Snape asked eagerly, he must be a responsible teacher, and he couldn't put the students' safety at risk just because of his tantrum with Harry, so he was finally willing to talk to Harry, "You mean the one raised by Hagrid?" An old spider?"

Harry was overjoyed, and continued the topic on the surface calmly, "Isn't it? Because of this, Hagrid was crying and tears flowed like a river."

"Hmph! Hagrid's eccentricity! When the spider swarm uncontrollably pounces on the students, I don't know if he will cry!"

Snape complained about Hagrid's behavior of raising spiders. In fact, the whole school was like this, except for Headmaster Dumbledore.

Harry looked at Snape in relief. As expected of someone he had trained, he saw the crux of the problem at a glance!

"Did you tell Dumbledore?" Snape asked. "I can't find him."

In fact Harry hadn't looked for the old madman at all, he didn't like to depend on others.

Snape didn't doubt it, because he knew that the Headmaster had been out a lot these days, and the high chair in the Great Hall for him was empty nine out of ten days.

"This is a serious matter, and I will find a way to inform Dumbledore," Snape said.

Harry thought that the old lunatic might be too busy to take care of himself, and I couldn't sit still, let alone lure Snape with the spider thing, so he said, "Of course we should! But we can do something ourselves, I found two A potion that seems to save us from the threat of spiders.

However, the production of these two potions is too difficult, and I can't do it by myself.So... I want to ask the youngest master of potions in this century to help me, will you help me, dear! "

Snape glared at him to express his dissatisfaction with this title, and then said, "Let's talk about the effects of these two potions first, I can't be your gunner in a daze, Merlin knows what you brought is no!"

"I'm really sure that one of these two potions is life-saving, and the other is what you said, but the formula has yet to be perfected, so you need to do it yourself."

Snape guessed Harry's intention after a moment of contemplation, and he said, "You want to save Aragog's life temporarily, so that he can control the spider swarm, develop delay time for you, and then poison all the spiders at the right time." spider."

"Very well, Severus, that's what I mean."

Harry was very happy to finally have someone with whom he could exchange ideas. Although Ron and Hermione could also accompany him, children were children after all, and they couldn't keep up with his thoughts on key issues.

"Sounds good, but I have to hit you. Based on my knowledge of potions, there is no one in the world that can kill tens of thousands of acromantulas at once. The juveniles may be able to, but the adults must not be able to kill them. It is highly toxic and has natural resistance to protein toxoids."

"It's challenging! Isn't it? Honey, don't you want to try it?"

Harry resorted to what the Dark Lord does best: kidnapping!

"I brought the recipe..."

Harry took out an old piece of parchment and shook it in front of Snape's eyes. Snape's eyes lit up immediately. Harry was very satisfied with his reaction, and continued, "Although the materials on this are difficult Fuck, and some of the steps are vaguely documented, but I suspect that to potions masters like you and Slughorn, this little difficulty is no problem at all."

"What do you mean by Slughorn?" Snape asked. "Nothing else, my dear. I'm just worried about your health. You've just recovered after all. I don't want you to work too hard."

"Stop pretending, Potter! You're just trying to lure me with potions..."

Snape glared at Harry. Although this little bastard has become stronger, his IQ is still flawed. How dare you use your childish tricks in front of me!

——Professor is arrogant again!But he seemed to have forgotten to protest the inappropriate title, and he got used to it after hearing it a few times.

Harry graciously admitted Snape's accusation against him, "Well, I admit it, I was tempting you..."

He took Snape's hand and gave him the formula, "But I must have this potion, you can see if you can make it first, if not, I will give it to Slughorn..."

"I must remind you that the title of Master of Potions is not something anyone can get. If I can't do it, no one in this world can do it..."

Harry sniggered in his heart, as long as Snape's pride was not used on himself, it was quite cute.

Snape unfolded the parchment and glanced at the recipe, then frowned and said, "The materials on this are very rare and expensive, not something a poor teacher like me can afford, you need to pay for the materials in advance ..."

Harry was a little puzzled, "Of course money is not a problem, but... I only gave you [-] Galleons, did you spend it all so quickly?"

"You think I'll ask for that money?!" Snape glared at him angrily, "Then..." Harry was even more puzzled, "Throw it away!"

Snape said coldly, Harry was a little angry when he heard the words, but when he thought about Snape's injuries and how he had tortured him, he felt that it was not too much for him to vent his anger by throwing the money away.

But it was a lot of money after all, so I was unwilling to lose it like this, so I asked, "Where did I throw it away? I'll pick it up. It's always bad to waste..."

"Whatever you want... I threw them into the sewer... To be exact, I flushed them down the toilet. If you want to pick them up, go dig in the sewer!"

Harry was shocked!

What a rich way of consumption!

Especially when Snape said these words, his expression was extremely calm, as if what he threw away was just a speck of dust, this is the true portrayal of treating money like dung, there is no more cool, handsome and domineering up.

Harry was feeling the pressure - how much money would I have to make to satisfy a hobby like his!

But as a man, you must not shrink back at this time. Harry grabbed Snape's shoulders and made a very solemn promise, "I heard that there was a romantic monarch in ancient China. His wife liked to tear expensive silks and satins. , so he gave his wife all the silks and satins from the whole country, and let her tear them up and play as she pleased...

Believe me, Severus, I will not lose to an ancient man. Sooner or later, I will send you all the Galleons in the world. It is up to you whether you like to use it to flush the toilet or plug the sewer. "

"Potter! You..."

Snape wanted to call him crazy, or an idiot with a splendens in his head, but he seemed to be entangled in something, so he couldn't say it in the end.