Snape pushed open the bathroom door and stared at it for a moment.
He slammed the door shut again, turned around, and sat down on the sofa in the living room,
He casually grabbed the potion magazine that was placed at the side and stared at it in his hand.
Harry, who was shocked, came out wrapped in a bath towel,
He stuck his head out to take a look,
He quietly moved upstairs, and only when he turned the corner of the stairs did he heave a sigh of relief and run into the room. He was taking a shower,
He was suddenly seen by someone,
He didn't want to.
Snape listened to the footsteps above his head, and the potion magazine in his hand and his brows began to frown together.
Harry had already moved in for a few days, and Snape was still not used to having a little ghost running around in the house.
Of course..,
Harry was not a particularly boisterous child.
In fact, compared to children of the same age..,
He was simply quiet. He would only clean up when Snape was doing potion experiments. He would only prepare dinner when Snape happened to come back to his senses,
He would only consciously replenish the food in the cupboard,
He would only unknowingly turn the always gloomy 19th Spidertail Alley into a decent house... Snape clenched his fists.
In that case..,
Then the extra comic books on the sofa in the living room, the extra junk snacks on the coffee table, and the extra house elf Potter in the house didn't seem so unbearable.
Snape took a deep breath and took out a bag of potato chips from under the sofa cushion.
"Potter -" No, it was still unbearable.
Harry, who was putting on his clothes upstairs, shook twice and almost stuffed his head into his sleeves.
Harry was temporarily staying in the guest room on the second floor of Snape's house. Originally, he wanted to camp directly on the sofa in the living room, but Snape frowned and threw his small suitcase into the guest room, so he followed the good advice. Of course, Snape's guest room was not better than the living room. He spent a whole day cleaning the dusty floor and the ceiling full of cobwebs. As for the furniture... well, he didn't need furniture, so he simply rolled up the moldy quilt on the bed and stuffed it into the cabinet. Then, he took out the clean sheets and took them downstairs with the removed curtains to wash them in the washing machine.
Yes, the Potions Professor also needed to use the washing machine to wash clothes.
It wasn't until Harry took the clean sheets to dry that Snape realized what Harry was busy with the whole day. Then, he realized a problem - underage wizards were not allowed to use magic outside the school.
Walking to the door of the guest room, Snape took a look. He felt guilty and didn't want to mention that he could clean up the mess with a few spells.
But he still used magic to dry the sheets when Harry wasn't paying attention.
Overall, the days of "living together" with Snape were quite pleasant for Harry. Although he was working for Snape on the surface, the batch of burn potions was sent out quickly. And Snape didn't let Harry interfere with the potions that he made himself. So, every day when he woke up, besides cleaning and feeding Snape, he still had a lot of private time.
In Dursley's house, these private times often turned into "Harry, go weed the garden!" or "Harry, go oil my boots!" But here, Harry could lie on the carpet and read comics, nestle on the sofa and eat snacks. If Snape was willing to buy a TV, he could even rent discs and watch a marathon of "Doctor Who".
But even though Snape refused to allow those muggle entertainment boxes to appear here, Harry was still very touched. "Professor! It's great that you're willing to take me in! "
"That's not the reason why you let me have KFC for dinner, Potter!" Snape growled as he looked at the chicken wings and coke on the plate in front of him.
"Ahhh, the taste is not bad, Professor." Harry took a sip of the coke and giggled. He was so engrossed in his comics that he forgot to make dinner.
To make up for his mistake, Harry was especially diligent the next day to make Snape's favorite black pepper steak. He even took out all the robes from the Potions Professor's wardrobe and washed them. Speaking of which, Snape's taste was really … single-minded. Every day, he would change into one outfit and put the other one back. After a round of wearing them, he would wash them together (⊙ ﹏ ⊙) b … But considering his status as a single man, Harry understood Snape a little. After all, there were no single men who liked to wash clothes.
The diligent savior finally hung up a row of robes to dry in the sun. Just as he was about to wash his boots, Snape opened the door and came in with a cage in his hand.
"Professor! Did you go to catch snakes again? " After living here for a few days, Harry probably knew that Snape would sometimes personally look for some rare magic ingredients.
"It's not a snake," Snape seemed to be in a good mood and answered Harry, "It's a little Raptor."
"A Raptor?" Harry put down the boots in his hand and leaned forward to look at the little creature in the cage.
"It's a little Raptor," Snape corrected him.
"Oh …" Harry stared at the little Raptor in the cage.
At first glance, the little Raptor looked like a two or three-month-old puppy, but its fur was a rare golden color. Even its four short legs were golden yellow. From the back, it looked very cute. But when Harry walked to the front of the little Raptor, his expression instantly stiffened.
"Pi … Pikachu?" Harry looked at Snape in horror.
The little Raptor clung to the cage with its front paws, and there was an innocent smile on its round little face.
"The professor caught a Pikachu?!" Harry almost screamed.
Snape didn't understand Harry's reaction at all. He just frowned and pulled the little Raptor a little farther away. "Be quiet, Potter. It wasn't easy to catch a little Raptor, and I need its feces for an experiment … By the way, you are responsible for raising it for the next few days." After saying the last sentence, Snape had to turn his back to avoid showing an inappropriate expression.
This kid was so bored that he was going to tear the tiles off the roof. He had to find something for him to do.
"I'm going to raise Pikachu?" After Harry calmed down, he could see that the little Raptor was actually not that similar to a Pikachu. At least, the tail was different. However, he was still very excited to see the little Raptor's quiet and cute smiling face. "Ah, ah, ah, it's so cute!"
Harry couldn't help but reach into the cage and touch the little Raptor's head. The little guy also cooperated and rubbed its head against Harry's palm. "Ah, ah, ah, ah …" Harry had seen a joke before. Some people were curious about whether a Pikachu's body was fluffy or smooth. In the end, they said that the expensive one was fluffy, and the cheap one was smooth. Now, Harry could understand. The fluffy Pikachu felt so good to the touch!
Snape looked at Harry squatting beside the cage and didn't want to leave. He snorted and reminded him, "Don't touch it all the time. It will bite. Also, you will be responsible for its three meals a day. You must make sure that it is in a good mood and has regular bowel movements. I need its feces for an experiment. "
"Okay, okay!" Harry lay in front of the cage and wanted to take the little Raptor out and touch it.
Snape seemed to know what Harry was thinking. He reminded him again, "No matter what, don't let it out." He still wanted to release it back to its place of origin. This thing was also a rare animal, so it was better to let it breed naturally.
"Okay!" Harry agreed to Snape's instructions and promised that he would raise the little Raptor until it was white and fat.
"If you can raise a white Raptor," Snape sneered, "I will give Gryffindor five points."
Harry thought that even the miracle of species could only make Snape give Gryffindor five points. It seemed that he really hated Gryffindor.
In any case, Snape's purpose of making Harry busy was achieved. On the first day that the little Raptor moved into No. 19 Spider Tail Alley, Harry had to take the cage with him even when he was eating and sleeping. He also kept talking to the little Raptor, who was smiling quietly. Snape said that the little Raptor's favorite food was peanuts, so Harry brought a big bag of peanuts and sat beside the cage to peel peanuts for the little Raptor. When Harry peeled a peanut, the little Raptor hugged it and ate it. Then, it smiled at Harry. It was so cute that Harry rolled on the carpet.
But the next day, Harry was a little overwhelmed.
"Pikachu ~ I'm going to the bathroom ~" Although the little Raptor did not have a lightning tail, Harry still insisted on calling it Pikachu. "Wait here for me to come back ~" Harry put down the cage and put the peeled peanuts in front of the little Raptor. Only then did he feel relieved and stood up to go to the bathroom.
But the little Raptor, who obviously understood human language, immediately put down the peanuts in its hand and lay on the cage. The corners of its mouth that had been smiling collapsed, and its round eyes looked at Harry with grievance.
Harry didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he even felt that the little Raptor's beautiful fur had dimmed by two degrees.
Harry helplessly facepalmed. In fact, he also noticed that the little Raptor was very clingy. As soon as Harry left its sight, the little guy would put on a depressed face and lie in the cage, pretending to be dead. Even if Harry talked to Snape instead of it, the little Raptor would spit out the peanut residue outside the cage to express its dissatisfaction.
"Professor …" Harry covered his crotch and asked Snape for help.
As Snape added the ingredients into the crucible, he said calmly, "You must make sure it's happy and defecates regularly." Ha, it was because Snape despised Little Rubi's clinginess that he did not catch it to raise.
Yesterday, Harry still thought that Snape's "happy mood" and "defecation pattern" were parallel phrases, but today, he already knew that the little Raibi's "happy mood" and "defecation pattern" had a causal relationship. If the little Raibi was in a bad mood, it would constipate, and if the little Raibi was constipated, Snape would not be able to find suitable ingredients for his magic potion. Snape would not be able to find suitable ingredients for his magic potion … Harry looked at Snape's experiment table and cried in his heart. If Snape could not find suitable ingredients for his magic potion, Lemus Lupin would continue to howl under the moonlight.
"Okay …" Harry struggled to carry the little Raptor into the bathroom and put it on the sink. "Don't peek, okay?"
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