[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

"It's a nutritional potion." Prince curled his lips, "Dad, please pray that there is no special flavor added to this one, I like it without flavor,"

"No smell?!" Harry was taken aback, "Don't all potions have weird smells?" He remembered Hermione said that the taste of potions would not change, otherwise it would affect the efficacy of the medicine.

"Dad!" Prince gritted his teeth, "That's what it says in the book, and it's not my father who made it - my father can make a snot-flavored potion into a chocolate flavor, um...but it still doesn't taste good, chocolate flavor It's not chocolate..."

Chocolatey...Harry thought it was...weird.He always thought that Snape was the kind of... bad guy who liked to make potions taste weird to torture students? !But...it doesn't seem to be...Nutrition Potion...It looks quite normal, does it really have no taste?Or...was it chocolate flavored?Seeing Prince picked up the potion and drank it, Harry mustered up the courage to drink another bottle of potion... Huh? !It's really... chocolatey! ?

Harry stared at Snape with wide eyes, but the gloomy Potions Professor didn't take it seriously, he just calmly disappeared the potion bottle, and walked to Snape without even looking at Harry. Lin Si took the unfinished Coke in his hand in front of him, and said in an extremely calm voice, "This, confiscated."

Not even the Coke!Still confiscated his son's Coke!Harry looked at Snape in horror, should he stop him at this time?You know Prince is also his son!

Before Harry could figure it out, his body grabbed Snape's hand one step ahead of his thoughts.

"What?" Snape looked down at him.

"I..." Harry was at a loss for words. When his consciousness came back, he had already grabbed Snape's hand that was doing the "confiscation" movement. Didn't he... need an explanation?But... explain what?He began to roll his eyes, because he was thinking of a suitable reason—yes, a reason, "Prince is your son and not your student, isn't he just drinking Coke! How...is it involved in confiscation?! "

oh!Harry!You are amazing!That's it!

"So, I'm assuming that Potter... er, Mr. Harry, should you know the composition of this kind of thing? Or do you think this thing is really good for the body? Or do you hope...Prince, Your future... er... son, will be short..." Snape looked Harry up and down again, "Based on...your height, I think..."

"Hey! He's just drinking this once!" Harry was dissatisfied, very dissatisfied, very, very, very dissatisfied!His height is not very good but this is because he has been malnourished since he was a child-but Prince is different!Besides... Besides, Snape was tall enough!

So, poor Harry didn't notice at all, and he unconsciously connected himself with Snape... So, the best relationship in the world between parents-well, it's the children up.

"Very well, just this time..." Snape raised the corners of his mouth, showing a state of wanting to laugh, but his expression was still very gloomy, making Harry want to confront him when he saw it, "Mr. Savior Do you feel that this time is one time, and the next time is also a time? It's like... your ability to fry the cauldron."

"That's not my fault!" Harry refuted him reflexively, yes, it was definitely not his fault—if he was allowed to make a pot of potion quietly, even if it couldn't be perfect, at least Can pass!It was all Malfoy and him—Snape, the two of them, one was messing with him, the other was trying to distract him with sarcasm!

"Oh? So...whose fault is it?" Snape glanced at him and took the Coke while he was distracted. "Now, Prince, go to your room, you still have five inches of paper?" Finish."

"Thesis?!" Harry exclaimed.

"Oh, father, well, I see, I will hand it over to you at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Prince walked upstairs calmly, took a few steps, seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at his father downstairs They said, "By the way, Dad, I have to write a paper tonight, so you should sleep with Dad! Don't disturb me!"

"Prince!" Harry's mind was in a knot, as if he... heard some terrible decision?

"Okay Dad, anyway, my goal is to become a master of potions younger than my father. Writing a thesis is nothing to me! This is the goal you set for me!" Prince grinned at him. Lol - actually the future dad wanted him to be a Quidditch star, and his two dads were always making some comparisons about that... er... meaningful discussion, apparently, he likes potions, As for Quidditch - ha, it's okay to let him fly free, it's so silly to fly around in the air just to chase a ball or something!

Therefore, Prince Jr. unconsciously despised his father, who had always been a Seeker, in his heart.Of course, Harry wouldn't know what his future son was thinking at this moment, and he didn't know that because of this incident, he would often fight with their father and son in the future-this is really a tragedy for Potter!

But no matter what the future holds, the current Potter, the savior, is still dreaming of making his future son a Quidditch star, so he is very depressed about what kind of potions master he wants his son to become in the future. , For this reason, he has been sullen until bedtime.

When the clock hit ten, Snape changed into his pajamas on time, while Harry sat in the living room writing his summer homework.

"Potter, I'm going to sleep in the study today." Snape left behind a few words, turned around and left - although he had agreed with Prince... at least he would work hard so that the Savior and him could have a son together Possibility, but... well, Snape used his Occlumency once again, like a steel barrier.

"Ah...professor, um...let me go to the study..." Regarding other people's kindness, Harry's first reaction was to magnify it and repay it with the magnified kindness, "I mean, I don't need to take too much of it." The place... that... the bed in your bedroom is too big... the study is more suitable for me... hehehe..."

For the first time, after discovering that Potter also knew how to write the word "sensible", Snape looked at him strangely, but did not speak.

"Where is that... study?" Harry continued.

"I don't think you understand me?" Snape didn't intend to make Harry feel better, so his tone naturally showed a hint of sarcasm, "The savior's ears don't need potions to heal them, so today Tonight, you go to the bedroom."

What a jerk he is!

Harry's eyes widened and he wanted to jump up and argue with him—yes, with his height, he had to either stand on the table or jump up, or he wouldn't be able to show any momentum at all—anyway , he felt very depressed again, at least... Snape's words were true... for his own good, wasn't it, but why did hearing it make him want to get angry?

Leaving the savior alone, the Potions master felt that he needed to give himself some mental training before he could carry out the order his son gave him—chase a Potter? !It was terrible!So... he should read a book all night... You know, it's one way to say yes to his son's request, but it's another way to do it, and...he really doesn't have that much ability to fall in love with Lily after so many years. Going to lay hands on her son...it's just...terrible!Besides... that troll-brained little bastard was still a Potter!

In fact, Potter itself is synonymous with jerk.

Snape turned and went into the bedroom, at least he had to use the bathroom in the room, wouldn't he?

Harry followed him in—it was a large master bedroom, at least much bigger than the one he had at the Dursleys, and his luggage had been covered by Prince when he arrived. After putting it away, he could only go to Snape's closet to get his pajamas.

Opening the closet, Harry found that the clothes had been divided into two sides. On one side hung his clothes - those oversized shirts and jeans that belonged to Dudley, and some wizard robes and school uniforms that belonged to him; on the other side hung Snape. His clothes—seeing that all his clothes are similar, he thought that the old bat never changed clothes, but obviously not, it turns out that Snape's clothes are basically the same style, but some have more buttons, and some There will be fewer buttons, but overall there is no big change... There is also a whole row of plain shirts!

What a luxury guy!

Harry pursed his lips, took out the large T-shirt he used as pajamas, and then turned out a pair of big fat pants - a large part of the trousers was cut off to get the current wearable appearance, okay , He has no time to buy clothes!Looking at Snape's clothes with such good materials and craftsmanship, Harry felt that he was really wronged - he should find some time to sell some clothes!

That's right!Wearing these ragged clothes, I'm afraid Prince will think he is poor... No, this is too unacceptable!Being rejected by his own son... Harry shook his head, he must buy himself new clothes - inside and out!

Having made up his mind, Harry sat on the bed in a daze holding his pajamas and pajamas. He still had to think about what he should do!First, he had to organize his thoughts—Prince was his son...he believed it, just by looking at those eyes—Harry knew it himself, and as a boy he , not as tall as Ron, not as delicate as Malfoy, not even as smart as a head, but the only thing he thinks he likes the most is his eyes - pretty, isn't it?

So for his eyes, he is very familiar - the color, shape, even the curvature of the eyelashes!And Prince's eyes were exactly like his!

"Crack", the bathroom door opened, and Snape, who had changed into pajamas, still had a gloomy expression: "I'm going out."