Severus Snape,
Thirty-four years old, whether in the Mage World or the Muggle World,
Men at this age could be considered to be in the prime of their lives.
Not to mention, he had the halo of the most outstanding Potioneer in the United Kingdom,
When he appeared at the American Potion Symposium,
He immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Among the group of Potioneers who were either over fifty or over a hundred years old,
Snape was simply unbelievably young, and he didn't have a famous mentor,
Nor a prominent family (few people knew about the relationship between Snape and Prince),
He was just an ordinary director of Hogwarts who had gained the recognition of the international Potioneering World. He was probably the so-called young talent. The Potioneers carefully examined him,
They questioned him in surprise,
Snape also gathered his spirits and took out a few potion recipes that he had created in recent years,
When the atmosphere was right, he also showed off the improved version of the blood replenishing potion. Because he didn't have a mentor,
Snape's Potioneering method was quite arrogant and bold in the eyes of others. He greatly reduced the time for some similar materials to take effect, put them together in a crucible and stirred them in a ratio, skipped some steps, and directly used a spotted sunflower leaf as a catalyst.
The Potioneers admired this junior's display,
While secretly wondering how much effort he had spent to come up with the correct ratio,
To find the right catalyst. Originally,
Snape could already have a place in the International Potioneering Association with this formula,
But since he had already shown it in public, it was somewhat inappropriate to apply for it based on this. Did that mean that he had even more amazing results? Everyone talked about the development of the blood replenishing potion while communicating with their eyes. Unfortunately, Snape didn't reveal anything in the end, nor did he accept an invitation to work with a certain Chief Master. He only drank two glasses of champagne and left, disappointing everyone.
Back at the hotel arranged by the organizers of the symposium, Snape took a serious bath, silently recalling the envious and jealous gazes of the people at the venue, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer. He knew that those old seniors vaguely felt that he was a bit arrogant as a junior. It didn't matter if he was confident or not. In fact, Snape did have some thoughts of his own. Judging from his interactions with the American Potion Association these days, not only were the American wizards slightly conservative in their administrative style, but the atmosphere in the potion field was also very introverted. Basically, they followed the lead of a few chief masters. As a British wizard, if he wanted to achieve something here, he would have to join a master's research lab. This also meant that Snape would be labeled as a "disciple" of a master, which was something he didn't want. What he wanted was his own research lab.
Just as he was thinking, a faint sound of something breaking through the air came from outside the bathroom. Snape quickly got up, and at the same time, his wand flew into his hand. While wrapping a towel around his lower body, he opened the door and threw out a Petrification Spell. "Potter! You'd better come up with a reasonable explanation before the spell is lifted. It's enough to explain why you left the school and broke into my bedroom. "
Harry, who was forced to be petrified in the middle of the bedroom, was speechless. He never thought that Snape would throw a spell at him without saying anything. But looking at the small single room and the bathroom, well … there seemed to be no trace of a woman.
Snape, who had put on his bathrobe, saw that the petrification spell on Harry's body had been removed very quickly, but the child was still standing there obediently — only his limbs were obedient, but his eyes were very agile. Snape suspected that Harry could clearly see the creases on his bedsheet in that short moment.
Snape sat down on the edge of the bed facing Harry and said with a straight face, "Tell me, I think you've already made up a believable reason."
That's why you think I'm making everything up! Harry felt a little wronged. "Professor, you know that Professor Xavier and I are doing superbrain experiments …" After every experiment, Harry would run to Snape to ask for a moderating potion. There was no way to hide it, and there was no need to hide it.
It only took Snape a second to understand what Harry was talking about. "So you've already reached the stage of custom search."
Harry just nodded when he saw Snape sneer. "And our Mr. Savior obviously thinks that he can spy on the Potions Professor's privacy."
Harry was tongue-tied, but he could not refute it. After a moment, he looked at the pattern on the carpet and said, "I didn't expect to see you with a woman …"
"A woman?" This time, it was Snape's turn to be stunned. He stared at Harry for a second before he remembered that he had returned to the hotel with Miss Jefferson. However, Miss Jefferson did not stay in the same room as him. She stayed in the room next door. This was arranged by the organizers. What a pity.
Snape was so angry that he laughed. "Potter, so, if I'm in this bedroom right now, having some adult interaction with a woman, what do you want to do? Do you want to join? Or catch me in the act? "
Harry, whose ears were already red, was bombarded by the question. His blue eyes looked even more shocked and helpless.
Snape asked the right question, but Harry could not answer it at all. From the beginning, when he saw Snape supporting a beautiful woman, he never considered that the Potions Professor would really be somewhere intimate with a strange woman. He had believed this from the very beginning.
He just broke in to make sure that his judgment was correct.
Gad
damn
it！ Realizing this, Harry felt ashamed of his fearlessness. How great, Harry Potter. Now you look like a pitiful ghost pretending to be famous.
Snape, on the other hand, was pleased to see Harry mumbling to himself and scratching his head in embarrassment. The boy frowned slightly, his eyes drifting from the lamp to the bedside table, and then to the pillow, his fingers twisting his wand into an unimaginable shape.
"Enough, Potter, spare the hotel carpet." Snape watched the poor carpet being rubbed by Harry's constantly moving feet. With an inaudible sigh, Snape ordered in the tone of a dictator. "Come here."
Harry, after obeying the command, suddenly looked up. "What?"
Snape sneered and reached out to grab Harry by the back of his neck. He seemed to briefly observe the boy's expression. Then he pulled Harry to himself and kissed him without hesitation.
The first thought that flashed through Harry's mind was whether Snape had been replaced. But then he judged from the touch and smell that this Snape was his Potions Professor. In addition to the faint bitter smell of potions, he also tasted a bit of mint. So he quickly thought: He brushed his teeth. Then he was hit by another ridiculous thought: Merlin, he had calculated this kiss before he walked out of the bathroom.
Snape loosened his hand from Harry's neck and let the boy lean back to catch his breath.
"Oh." Harry politely tried to stand up, but found that he could only barely maintain a sitting position with his hands on Snape's body. So he let out an angry cry. "Oh!"
The adult man was still able to remain calm and composed. "So, is that enough, Potter?"
What do you mean? Harry couldn't open his mouth, but the green eyes accurately conveyed the meaning.
Snape's smile seemed to be mixed with some cruelty. "I thought you barged into my bedroom in the middle of the night and questioned whether I was dating a woman, just to ask for something like this … How should I put it? Comfort? To appease your restless adolescence … "
Harry sat up as soon as Snape said the word "comfort", and before Snape said the word "hormone", he propped himself up and straddled Snape's thighs. Then, he took the initiative and firmly sealed the man's mouth.
He was truly enraged.
This old bastard, how dare he? How dare he! Harry pressed hard on Snape's shoulder, imitating the action of the elder just now. This time, he was the one in charge.
Snape tasted some anger from Harry's action. He had to press the boy's waist hard to prevent them from falling to the floor, but the result was worse. They fell backward on the bed. Then the dizzy Harry couldn't control himself and bit Snape hard. So the two of them moaned at the same time.
Snape immediately wanted to push Harry away, but the boy wrapped his arms and legs around him. He hugged Snape tightly and kissed him twice before retreating. He buried his face in the man's chest and gasped, "Prof … Professor …"
Snape wiped his face in disgust and said sarcastically, "I'm sorry, you didn't get the wrong person."
“f*ck
You, Snape. " Harry cursed vaguely. He was satisfied that the man was not as calm as he appeared from the heartbeat beside his ear.
"Professor, Remus talked to me again today."
"I always thought that the werewolf wanted to regain his youthful vigor from the young students."
"He said I like you, Professor."
"I didn't know my magic potion had such a side effect that messed up the brain. He must have eaten something wrong."
"I like you, Professor."
Snape didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and didn't even move his eyebrows.
Harry hit him, got up and repeated, "I said I like you, Professor."
Snape impatiently pulled the boy down. "Okay, I know."
Harry, who was knocked down, was a little surprised. "You know?"
Snape looked up as if he saw a monster lying next to him. "Do you think I should've known after the school board and the Ministry of Education came looking for me?" Hey, Professor Snape, I heard you have a little problem with your style. Why don't we discuss how to write the dismissal letter together? Ha, damn Merlin, damn Arthur.
It was not Harry's intention to make Snape worry about losing his job, but he only felt a little guilty before he started to laugh weirdly. Snape was laughing so hard that he wanted to kick Potter's son off the bed. Harry refused to let go. "Oh, Professor, I have a headache. Can't you take me in for one night?"
"The hotel's bathtub is quite big. There's a spare quilt in the cupboard. Go make it yourself."
"You're abusing a child!"
Snape glanced at a certain part of Harry's body. "I thought you weren't a child anymore."
Harry froze for a moment, then looked faintly at his thigh that was pressing on Snape's waist. "Professor, you …"
In the end, Harry was sent back to Marvel Academy by Snape's Phantom Shift.
And seriously and responsibly sent him to the dormitory.
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