Early summer morning, 19th Spider Tail Alley.
Snape opened his eyes at six o 'clock sharp.
Although it was summer vacation, Snape still maintained the good habit of getting up early (don't ask about going to bed early!).
Without showing the slightest reluctance to leave the bed, the Potions Professor simply washed up and walked to the lab table.
On the right-hand wall was the schedule he set the night before.
In the morning: Try the seventeenth optimization plan of the Wolf Poison; in the afternoon,
Read the second book of "Dark Black Decoction"; in the evening, organize the potion materials and make the burn potion ordered by Old Tim. It was a full and meaningful day.
Snape was very satisfied with his healthy and regular work schedule.
However, this schedule did not mention how the Potions Professor's three meals a day.
So,
When Snape raised his head from his seventeenth failure and opened the cupboard with a dark face, he was faced with another empty setback.
Although Dumbledore liked to squeeze the employees,
The staff benefits of Hogwarts were still good,
At least he didn't have to worry about the three meals. Snape was momentarily careless,
And forgot to replenish the ingredients at home.
Looking at the clock, it was lunchtime (don't ask about breakfast!).
Snape, who was hungry, had to take off his beloved robe.
He changed into Muggle clothes and went out to look for food.
When he thought about dealing with Muggles, his already bad mood exploded in the form of an exponential function.
No — I can't eat with Muggles, so I'll go to the supermarket to buy groceries — I'll go to the supermarket, where the staff won't follow the customers and say, "Where are my Muggle coins?" Oh, here it is. Hmm, go straight to the point, don't choose, don't bargain, make it quick. After rehearsing his lines, actions, and expressions in his mind, Snape opened the door.
Then he saw a boxed lunch on the doorstep.
Snape did not think that his magic could summon food, so his first reaction was to quickly observe the surroundings and take out his wand. But the house, which was protected by a powerful Muggle Expulsion Spell, was quiet. There was not even a stray cat's footprint.
After throwing a few detection spells at the lunchbox, Snape picked up the plastic bag and inspected it suspiciously. There were no strange magical waves.
It was just a very common Risotto set meal. The lunch box was still warm, probably due to the heat preservation spell. Looking at the plastic packaging, the words "Caesar's Restaurant" were printed on it.
No matter how he looked at it, it looked like Snape had ordered takeout himself.
This made Snape quite angry, so he snorted and went in with the spaghetti.
The noodle soup tasted okay, and the two chicken wings in the set meal were not bad, but Snape's face was still dark when he read Deep Black Soup in the afternoon.
At around 5: 30 pm, a braised chicken set meal appeared at the entrance of Spider Tail Alley.
On the second day, it was grilled sausage pizza at noon, and sweet and sour pork ribs in the evening.
On the third day, it was spaghetti with minced meat at noon, and Zuo Zongtang's chicken in the evening.
On the fourth day, it started to change a little. It was lamb stew with potatoes at noon, and smoked duck breast in the evening.
This change made Snape feel depressed for the entire day. That night, he cut Antilla's roots for three hours straight. The next day, he sat in the living room with a dark face and read "The Ultimate of Magic Potions: Crucible of Wrath". Only when the clock struck twelve and there was movement at the door did the potions professor throw down the heavy book, walk to the door in two steps and pull it open forcefully.
Before Harry could get on the bicycle, or even kick the bicycle leg, he was caught red-handed by Snape. Looking at the Potions Professor's gloomy eyes, Harry could only smile foolishly. "Ah … Good afternoon, Professor!"
Good morning. Snape glared at the kid. "How many part-time jobs are you working?"
Harry scratched his head and honestly said, "Caesar's Restaurant, Old Wang's Cooking Restaurant, Maria's Restaurant, Annie's Kitchen …" Looking at Snape's face, the kid stood up straight obediently. "I don't have to deliver them every day …"
Snape glanced at Harry's oversized delivery boy uniform and almost fainted in anger. It turned out that this kid was working at least four jobs at the same time.
"I didn't know that Old Potter's inheritance was not enough for the Savior to squander!" Snape pointed his finger at the two generations of Potter at the same time.
But the one who was dead didn't feel anything, and the one who was alive didn't feel anything either. She just smiled and said, "Anyway, Uncle and Aunt don't really want to see me at home!" At the very least, she could avoid Dudley and his buddies if she came out to work.
Seeing Snape's sullen face and silent, Harry picked up the sunhat on the ground and patted it. He bowed slightly to Snape and said, "Then I'll get back to work. Goodbye, Professor!" He was in charge of this block.
Snape didn't respond. He just watched Harry get on his bicycle and leave.
After that, Harry still came to deliver two meals to Snape every day. But since he had already found out, he didn't just leave the lunch box and leave. Instead, he knocked on the door and delivered it to Snape before leaving. At first, Snape didn't want to open the door, but Harry was shameless. If Snape didn't open the door, he wouldn't leave. After a while, he would knock a few more times. After a while, he would knock a few more times until the owner couldn't stand it anymore and opened the door. Only then did he deliver the lunch box, which had been kept warm, with a big smile on his face.
Today, Harry's dinner was delivered a little late. It was almost half past six. Although Snape had been reading, if someone was watching, they would notice that his reading speed had dropped significantly since six o 'clock. He also glanced at the door from time to time. When Harry's car bell finally rang in Spider Tail Alley, Snape let out a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, in less than two minutes, the familiar sound of footsteps and knocking on the door came one after another.
When he opened the door, Snape was stunned for a moment. But as usual, the kid handed over the lunch box in his hand and said with a smile, "Professor, tonight's dinner is orange peel chicken!"
After a moment of silence, Snape didn't say anything. Harry's raised hand began to tremble, and the smile on his face slowly became stiff. "Professor …"
"What happened?" Snape didn't take the food Harry handed over.
Harry slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and looked at Snape with his messy black hair. The words he said made Snape even angrier.
"… I fell on my bike … and smashed a few takeaways … and delayed the time. The boss is quite angry …"
The kid's story was very simple. The scratches on his face and arms were also very obvious. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt in the summer, so there was no way to hide the scratches on his arms.
"That's it. I was fired by Old Wang." The kid shrugged. "But he didn't deduct my salary. It was settled in one go."
Snape stared at Harry for a long time before he turned slightly. "Come in."
Harry seemed to be shocked. He suddenly looked up at Snape. Seeing the man's usually expressionless face, he said impatiently, "Ah … Okay, Professor!"
Speaking of which, although Harry had been delivering food to Snape for more than ten days, he had never entered Snape's house. The last time he walked into his living room was when Snape took him to Diagon Alley. When he saw Snape's boots in the hallway, Harry couldn't help but sigh.
After Snape closed the door, he didn't look at Harry anymore. He went straight into the laboratory and began to brew the magic potion.
Harry put the orange peel chicken nuggets on the dining table, then walked to the door of the laboratory. He saw the magic potion ingredients in Snape's hands and knew what he was going to do. He was a little touched, but he still said, "Professor, the chicken nuggets are going to get cold …"
"Shut up." Snape didn't even raise his head. "Heat it up yourself."
Okay. Harry knew that Snape was angry, so he could only obediently walk to the kitchen. After being a house elf in Dursley for a few years, Harry's kitchen skills were passable. After heating up the chicken nuggets, he rummaged through Snape's cupboard and found a bag of whole-wheat bread that hadn't expired. He cracked a few eggs and made two simple omelet pancakes for the dining table. He hadn't eaten dinner yet!
When Harry took off the apron, Snape's magic potion was also ready. When he walked out of the laboratory, he saw two sets of cutlery on the dining table. He didn't bother to say anything and just put the potion on the table. "Apply it externally."
"Oh? Oh, oh, okay. " According to Harry's idea, this injury would scab on its own if he didn't take care of it. But since the potion master had personally lifted the crucible for him, he shouldn't waste his painstaking efforts. So, he picked up the potion and went into the bathroom to apply it.
"Hiss —"
Outside, Snape had already started eating the omelet pancakes with a knife and fork. When he heard Harry's incessant gasp, he felt much better.
Harry walked out with his arms crossed. When he saw Snape's expression, he knew that Snape had done it on purpose. He could only smile bitterly in his heart, but he still had to thank him. "Professor, you've worked hard." Yes, he had worked hard. He didn't give him anything to drink. The potion he used was specially made to be inhumane.
Snape only snorted.
The two of them silently ate a simple meal. Harry took the initiative to wash the cutlery. When he wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, it was already eight o 'clock. He then looked at Snape, who was still sitting on the sofa and continuing to watch "The Crucible of Wrath."
"Then — Professor, I'm going back to my aunt's house?" Harry thought for a moment about what to say, but he realized that there was actually nothing to say.
Snape didn't even lift his eyelids. He only said, "Yes."
Harry walked towards the door, but when he reached the entrance, Snape suddenly said, "Potter, if you don't want to be expelled from the Hogwarts because of your academic problems, you should do something more meaningful during the holidays."
Harry pondered for a moment. He didn't approve of his part-time job. "But, Professor —"
Snape was already impatient. "If — your brain and hands can be more flexible, I can provide you with a position."
"Professor?" Harry turned around and looked at Snape in surprise.
Snape still didn't want to look up. He just stared unhappily at his book. "I need an assistant to help me process the potion ingredients."
"Ah, I'm willing! I mean — I'm very willing to help! "
"You'll get a reasonable salary, but," Snape finally looked at Harry, and this time it was quite a stern look. "But you have to quit your other messy part-time jobs. And you have to follow my rules."
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