This group was not created by Harry.
The group leader was Pietro.
After Magneto hung the king card on the Golden Gate Bridge again and again, Quicksilver was furious.
He pulled in Scott and the others to establish this organization that he didn't know the purpose of. But soon, Harry would find out the use of this group.
When he sent Bart out, Harry happened to bump into Snape, who had just come up from downstairs. The Potions Professor was staying in the guest room diagonally opposite Harry.
He seemed to have brought a cup of coffee from downstairs.
Seeing Harry cowering, the old man only sneered.
He went back to his room without looking at him.
Harry was still shivering because of that glance. The professor was definitely angry again!
He closed the door.
Harry jumped on the bed and opened the contact list he had just used. He quickly clicked into the group chat and sent a row of exclamation marks.
YOU-KNOW-WHO:!!!! What should I do if the professor is angry?! Waiting online, urgent!!!
The Second Knight: Harry, can you take it easy? This string of punctuation hurts my eyes …
YOU-KNOW-WHO:!!!!!
The First Prince: Give me some magic potions. By the way, what did you do to our dean?
YOU-KNOW-WHO: The situation is a bit complicated … Maybe I took a risk in front of him again. _ (: з) ∠) _
The Second Knight: [Goodbye soybeans] I have no experience in this. Maybe he won't be angry if I really die in front of him.
[The First Prince has kicked the Second Knight away.]
Harry's face was bitter. Ever since Ron and Drac got together,
The two of them cared less and less about their mutual friend. The abandoned savior only needed to @ his friends in the group to ask for help. Soon, Pietro would appear.
Clear Silver: Hahaha, he's angry because you took a risk. How is that angry? He's obviously concerned about you. Don't show off your love at night!
YOU-KNOW-WHO: Pietro, can you control your hand speed? Also, my professor is real! Really! He was angry!
YOU-KNOW-WHO: I'm not saying that he doesn't care about me … But he's really angry. That glare just now was so scary/(/)/~ ~
Touch Your Big Wings: Sympathize with Harry.
Mr. Snape didn't seem to have a good temper.
Clear Silver: "Hahahaha, then I'll have to ask you if the glasses are the real body."
Given Uncle Wolf's temper …
Tsk tsk tsk
The glasses are the real thing. Pietro needs a spanking? Laser + ultrasonic + metal claw combo.
Clear Silver: I was so scared that I hugged Jeremy tightly. When Jeremy isn't here later, the little angel started to cry sadly.
Glasses Are the Body: Buy Mud
YOU-KNOW-WHO: I'm downstairs OK???
Clear Silver: Okay, usually when I'm pissing off Ruimi because of my safety, a kiss and a hug is enough to solve the problem ~\\ (≧ ▽ *)/~ Scott might not be the same, he might even throw in some sex ~
The glasses were the real body: (?? □ ′)??????????????????? Also, when did I make him angry? It's clearly Logan who's always looking for trouble!
Touch Your Big Wings: So are we … The angel is too impulsive. I have to pray for him every day.
Clear Silver: Why isn't Warren in the group?
Chaotic Red: He's an adult, so it's not considered puppy love. Bring Fuzzy Purple along to watch the fun.
Eyes Are the Body: Tsk tsk, heterosexuality, what a clear stream.
Clear Silver: Why is that purple potato spirit here?! He's already 1.9 meters tall! Puppy love my ass!
Fuzzy Purple: … I'm only three.
It's all my fault: I'm only six.
Solomon No Grundy: Hey! I'm fifteen!
Seeing that the topic of the group gradually changed to age, the victim, Harry, looked up to the sky and wailed. What kind of bad friends did he have? Just as he was about to give up on the consultation, the nice guy, Côte, turned the topic back.
Touch Your Big Wings: However, according to my experience, Harry should apologize first. You have to let the other party know that you won't be so rash next time.
A row of "+ 1's" appeared. Everyone agreed that Côte's words made sense.
Clear Silver: Apologize first, then kiss, hug, act coquettishly, and rub. Then the problem can be solved happily.
You Know Who: This …
I'm afraid it'll be difficult. Snape isn't the king of Quicksilver's family.
Solomon No Grundy: Agreed! Kisses are the most important! Every time I accidentally break something, the first thing I have to do is give Victor a kiss before he gets angry!
It's all my fault:? Steel Bones doesn't look like that kind of person.
Coach I want to play football: … Billy has live lightning on his body.
It's all my fault: Oh …
Clear Silver: This is probably the feeling of being numb all over.
Get lost! Don't pester me! : No — don't kiss him! Every time I accidentally get into trouble, Wade gets angry. I don't know if he's pretending or not! But! Once I apologize to him, he'll ask me to kiss him, and the kiss will evolve into something indescribable! So, for Harry's safety, I suggest not kissing him!
Clear Silver: This hand speed is almost as fast as mine …
Clear Silver: But Little Peter, are you sure that Deadpool's situation can be applied to Professor Snape?
Good New York Neighbor: (?? □ ′)??? Little Peter, you're still entangled with Deadpool!
Good New York Neighbor: But no one's situation can be applied to Professor Snape, right?
[Red Hood Pulled Nightwing into the group chat]
You Know Who: (⊙ ﹏ ⊙) b
Nightwing: Little Wing, you … forget it, I'll look at the record first.
Nightwing: Finished reading. By the way, although I don't think B and Mr. Snape have the same personality, there's no other way to deal with awkward men. The first thing is to be shameless.
Nightwing: Just like every time I get injured, although B rarely says words of concern and has a dark face all day, he will ask Ah Fu to prepare all the medicine I need, train me more severely, and protect me more stubbornly to avoid the same injury next time. Most people may think that B has a bad temper, but we all know that he's the kind of person who wants to block all danger outside his cloak and protect all the weak under his cloak ~
Nightwing: So, if Harry wants to capture such a man, forget about apologizing. You won't get any points with words. It's better to have direct physical contact ~
It's all my fault: … I'm really still a child.
Clear Silver: Shivering, your DC style is really bold and unrestrained.
Only Son: When I think of how Brother Diao got his father, I want to kick him out of the door.
Red Hood: + 1
[Red Robin has used black technology to kick Nightwing out of the group chat.]
Clear Silver: You Know Who?
Harry, don't listen to Nightwing, you're still a child!
Young Man Playing With Wool: It's too late, can't you hear him knocking on Snape's door?
First Prince: … Merlin …
Second Knight: … Brother …
= = = A line of demarcation that's knocking on the door = = =
Harry didn't intend to listen to Nightwing's suggestion. First of all, regardless of whether his words were reasonable or not, looking at his flat body, and then looking at Nightwing's thin waist and perky butt, he knew that they couldn't possibly go the same route. Harry still intended to apologize first, for example, saying something like "I've made you worry, I'll pay attention to protect myself in the future" or something like that.
But after seeing Snape, Harry was a little hesitant. It seemed that while Harry was chatting in the group chat, Snape had taken a shower, so at this time, he was standing at the door wearing pure black pajamas. From Harry's height (he was slowly growing a little taller), he could just see a few abdominal muscles half hidden under the pajamas.
In addition to being a Potions Professor, Snape was also a Defense Against Black Magic professor, and he also taught a combat class. This meant that he wasn't the kind of tech nerd who sat in the laboratory all year round. This also meant that although Snape was thin, he still had muscles!
"Maybe the Savior can find a different time and place to daydream?" Snape opened the door and stood there for a minute. Seeing that Harry was still daydreaming with a strange expression, he was a little impatient.
"No!" Harry wiped his nose, "I mean … Professor, can I go in and say a few words?"
Raising his eyebrows, Snape sneered, "No."
"Okay, Professor, thank you Professor!" Harry directly rushed in and closed the door. Soon, Harry's screams came from the closed door.
At the same time, the guest rooms on both sides of Harry's room poked their heads out. The silver-haired and white-haired boys looked at each other and saw an indescribable expression on each other's faces. The two closed the door at the same time and returned to the group chat to report the situation.
While the "Puppy Love Front Alliance" was boiling over, the situation in Snape's room was actually not erotic, and even a little cruel.
Snape was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a magic wand in one hand and pressing Harry on his lap with the other. The boy covered his face with both hands, and two red ears peeked out from between his hair. The older man mercilessly took off his jeans, and with a swipe of his magic wand, left a striking red mark on his white and clean buttocks.
"Stupid." This was Snape's accusation against Harry.
"Pa." The second red mark intersected with the first one.
"Concealing the truth."
Spanking with a magic wand was actually more painful than being spanked by Snape himself. Harry's back began to break out in cold sweat, and at the same time, he realized that Snape was really, really, really angry.
The Potions Professor was still sentencing him:
Bold and reckless.
Arrogant and disrespectful.
Personal heroism.
Not cherishing … his own life.
The last accusation was accompanied by an especially hard whipping, and then Snape let go. Harry bit his lower lip and stood up, his trembling hands unable to lift his pants. Snape's gaze fell on the boy's lower body, which was covered in red marks, and instantly became inscrutable.
"Professor … You …" You heard Nihon's words, right? That sentence about Jaime and Lily.
In the end, Harry couldn't ask. He didn't know what effect this question would have other than angering Snape.
He could only stutter as he explained, "I … I can't …" He looked at his trembling hands. They said that these hands could create everything, could distort facts, and could bring the dead back to life, but Harry knew that they couldn't. They couldn't be arrogant enough to destroy the inherent laws of this world. This ability, like Voldemort's flying death, like Hitler's genocide, was as tempting as all supreme rights, and was accompanied by destruction, destruction, and chaos. And this was exactly what Nihon wanted.
"I'm sorry, Professor … But I can't …"
Snape looked at the trembling boy strangely, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.
But in his dizziness, Harry realized that the image in his vision was distorting and was shocked. Fortunately, the impatient Snape stood up and pushed Harry onto the bed. Snape then took out a small bottle of ointment from his medicine box, squeezed out a large lump, and smeared it on Harry's buttocks, and then slowly pushed him away.
Harry was still a little flustered, but his ears were red, and he couldn't help but look sideways at the Potions Professor who was applying the ointment.
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