[HP]Two Snape

Snape went to investigate some things. Although he didn't know why he had those symptoms, there must be a cause and effect for one thing.

Snape thought about what had happened that day. The day before, Lucius and Narcissa had gone out to dinner.And he went to Knockturn Alley to investigate the whereabouts of the Death Eaters after a large-scale escape and the whereabouts of the disappearing cabinet.

He remembered that it was in Borgin Bock's shop. If he said he wasn't there, there must be something abnormal that he ignored.

Knockturn Alley is a place where people who wear a black cloak are deemed to have no identity by default. The Ministry of Magic will not even reach out to control the gray transactions here. As a commercial street with the same turnover as Diagon Alley, the tax revenue of this place , but never made public.

If you want to ask something, it's not impossible, as long as you have enough strength and financial resources.

Snape decided to start from the places he knew best.

The potion material shop without a signboard.

Most things like medicinal materials are yin-loving, and even the boss saves lighting costs extremely.

Snape walked familiarly into a tattered door on the second floor, completely ignoring the "clerk" on the first floor, the talking doll—a doll made of living people.

Kicking away a man-high basket full of stinking flyweed, Snape frowned and stooped to enter through a meter-high hole.

"Snape, cluck, are you coming to see me?" The owner of the potion shop - Molina, a person whose age can't be guessed - the skin above the nose is as tender and smooth as a newborn, and the skin below the nose is shrunken like an old woman Withered--the witch smiled a little madly, "I thought you forgot your old friend."

"Molina, I want to see your store's ledger." Snape made his request bluntly.

Because, there is no need to be polite.

"Did you bring it?" Molina's fingernails nervously scratched at the broken and loose wooden table.

Snape tossed the bottle in his arms to Molina. "Ledger?"

"Here." Molina gestured to the bookshelf.

Snape flipped through it by himself, and finally, let him find the information he was looking for, "It's him?" Snape closed the book with a disdainful tone, "I'm leaving. You..." Snape stopped Next, said coldly: "Also stop the meeting."

"I'm training you." Molina couldn't wait to drink the liquid in the bottle that Snape gave her, and the contented expression on her face made people shudder, "I won't live long, you'd better pass the old man quickly standards."

"Molena Prince! If you can...you can live longer!" Snape scolded, "Even if I pass the standard, I can't solve your problems! If you insist on using yourself as a test subject if."

"Everyone has something to value. For me..." Molina rubbed her face obsessively at the ancient potion book on the table, "...this is what I value most."

Snape might understand the distant aunt's obsession with potions, but deep down he couldn't.

He is the only one left with the most orthodox blood of the Prince family, but there are a lot of collateral descendants eyeing the hidden Prince Manor. The important task of finding and testing Irene's parent and child was handed over to the famous lunatic pharmacist in the family - Molina Prince.

Since Molina found Snape two years ago, she has intensified her efforts to experiment with the potions she developed on herself, and let Snape solve any problems... This is her training method——Snape thinks the brain circuit of a madman Not something he could understand.

Coming out of Knockturn Alley, Snape directly apparated back to Hogwarts. He found out who bought the ingredients for making Compound Potion...Then the next step is to find out about him from this person. The reason for the late abnormal experience.

———————Snape’s brain hole investigation ends the dividing line——————

Ever since he used the Oblivion Curse on Snape that day, Harry has been in a state of guilt, which directly led to his evasive and distant attitude towards Snape.

Snape's complexion has become increasingly ugly recently. He speculated from various signs that Harry Potter, this guy should have recovered his memory, but he has been alienating him now, what's wrong!Are you sorry?Do you regret chasing him so shamelessly?

damn it!What a reckless and stupid Gryffindor!Now that you have come to provoke him, then don't expect any regret medicine.

Nobody...has been able to get away with flirting with a Slytherin yet.

This kind of emotion, as the Christmas ball approaches, is close to bursting...

The world is getting worse, people are not old!

Snape scowled at the couples in the corridor with a dark face—

"The hallway is not where you dance! Ten points from Gryffindor! Ten points from Ravenclaw!"

"Don't make out in public, ten points from Gryffindor - everyone."

"Who gave you permission to invite a partner here? Slytherin buckle - three days of confinement."

And those pink envelopes—what was the kid going to do?Who gave him permission to open those unknown-possibly poisonous-pink envelopes?

Snape stared gloomyly at Harry Potter, who was suspiciously avoiding his gaze on the long Gryffindor table. The knife and fork in his hand accidentally scratched the porcelain plate with excessive force, and the ear-piercing sound attracted Everyone in the professor's seat looked sideways.

"Severus?" McGonagall looked at Snape worriedly.

Snape came back to his senses, and glanced at McGonagall calmly, "What's the matter?"

McGonagall took the napkin and pressed the corner of her lower lip, "I just wanted to ask you if you would mind helping me with the Gryffindor Waltz lesson. I've been a little unwell these two days."

"No..." Just as he was about to say the words of refusal, Snape caught sight of a few more owls bumping into each other and flying in front of someone out of the corner of his eye, dropping the obtrusive pink envelope.

Damn it, did the Triwizard Tournament attract you? Pot!

"I can." Snape changed his words abruptly.

"That's really great!" Mag smiled and turned back to continue eating. "Thank you, Severus."

"No. No." Snape's lips curved slightly.

Harry sneezed suddenly... Was the temperature dropping?Why did he feel the coolness behind him?

Compared with Slytherin, Gryffindor College's waltz course is simply not a level of hard work... No wonder McGonagall is struggling.

While the fourth-year Gryffindor was chirping and waiting for McGonagall to come, Ron had already started to dance like a treasure—thanks to his older brothers.

However, when Snape pushed open the door of the classroom with several senior Slytherins who happened to have no classes, the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly cooled down.

"Magic, Potions class?" Ron stammered and looked at Neville.

Neville, on the other hand, turned pale and kept shrinking back.

The moment Harry saw Snape push the door open with no expression on his face, his heart skipped a beat, and then he bowed his head guiltily.

"Professor McGonagall is on sick leave. I will take over." After explaining concisely, Snape waved his wand impatiently, and the doors and curtains in the classroom were immediately sealed.

Then the dance classroom with its own stage lights shone on the Slytherin students.

"You, you, demonstrate." Snape ordered two people.Then he took a step back to the side, into the darkness...

The little lions of Gryffindor became serious all of a sudden, cheered up 12 copies - with the attitude of taking potions class, staring at the demonstration Slytherin.

Rao the calm little snakes of Slytherin couldn't accept the baptism of so many juniors' gazes all of a sudden, and began to demonstrate a little cautiously.

"Will it be?" Snape asked sternly once the dance was over.

"……"hehe.Gryffindors.

"Stupid." Snape said quietly, but just in time for the breathless students in the classroom to hear.

"Let me demonstrate again, if you still can't learn..." Snape's unfinished words made people shudder, "I'm not as good... patient as Professor McGonagall." The last two words, Snape said Light and soft.

But it made the hairs of all the people present stand on end.

"Harry Potter, you, come here." Snape called his name, and Harry's eyes widened in shock...

Why do you have to find a female partner to demonstrate the dance steps!Are you trying to trick him on purpose? ! !Harry glared at Snape.

All the female students present looked at Harry with sympathetic and grateful eyes. He really deserves to be the savior!

"Come here, Potter." Snape frowned. "You are one of the warriors who will lead the dance! I think you need my special training."

Harry stiffened, still refusing to move.

"Come here, Potter! I don't want to..." Snape's voice was about to condense into icicles.

Harry hurried forward spinelessly, letting Snape wrap his arms around his waist.

"You dance." Snape ordered unquestioningly. "You need to know what your partner wants." The crowd... Snape couldn't have danced.

Harry looked up, expressing his displeasure with an expression only the two of them could see, but followed Snape anyway.

After a dance, sure enough, Harry kept making mistakes very much in line with Snape's intentions - of course, how could Harry ignore the occasional light and heavy finger pressure on his waist?As well as the "scoring" that clung to his ears from time to time, Snape's hot breath blew Harry's ears red.

"I'm doing this to save you, Potter." Snape insisted on leaning closer to Harry's dodging head, almost biting Harry's ear, "Don't you want me... Are you... calling you an idiot? Huh? I didn't know you had such a hobby...Pot?"

With that ambiguous and magnetic voice, Harry felt his waist go limp, almost hanging on Snape's body.

Although when Snape did this, he was circling and Harry happened to be out of the light range, but Harry still felt that his blushing was noticed by everyone - especially Snape, he felt it several times, Snape's big nose was already on his face!

"It's 'Potter', not 'Potter', Professor Snape!" Harry retorted, blushing, in a tone of unconvincing exasperation.

"Really? I apologize then..." Snape raised an eyebrow, "...I'm sorry, Harry."

"..." Harry froze, and stepped on Snape's foot again.

"It seems that you are still not proficient. Potter! Come to my office at seven o'clock, you still need to practice." Snape said loudly, making everyone jump, "I will not allow you to embarrass Hogwarts !"

"..." Harry glared at Snape bitterly, and Snape, as if nothing had happened, went to guide the other groups with a blank expression.

Just now, everyone has been divided into groups for practice... There is no such thing as his partner! ! !

Snape the bastard! ! !

night.

seven o'clock.

Along the way, he rejected many invitations from shy or generous girls, and Harry walked all the way into the cellar with a smile on his face... There were even girls from Slytherin who asked to be his dance partner—what happened to this world?Are you crazy?

"Coming?" Snape said coolly.

"Hmm." Harry said dejectedly.He hasn't found a partner yet... Hermione was invited by Krum again, and Pansy also agreed to be Draco's partner.

"Have you found a partner?" Snape would never admit that there was schadenfreude in his tone.

He will never admit that he let Peeves secretly make trouble...

"No!" Harry said angrily.

"Oh? Really? The dignified savior couldn't find a partner?" Snape mocked.

"I don't have a suitable! suitable! dance partner, I don't want to have an inexplicable girlfriend after the Christmas ball!" Harry yelled at Snape angrily.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for disrespect to the professor," Snape said, and then he said, "Of course, if we... I mean we should talk, maybe, later on, for your honesty, Maybe ten points for Gryffindor?"

"About what?" Harry looked at Snape warily.

"Talk about..." Snape got up, and walked slowly towards Harry, who also backed away step by step, until finally, when his back hit the wall, he had nowhere to go.

"... Has your memory recovered, what do you think of our ten years, and now I want to pursue you, what are you going to do?" Snape's tone was dangerous, and he bullied him.

"...Wh, what memory?" Harry was stunned and stuttered.

"Stop pretending, Potter." Snape lowered his head, kissed the lips that he had been wanting for a long time without refusing, and took a bite—the dishonest Gryffindor needs to be punished.

Harry felt a shudder, he couldn't believe it - this was Snape?

"I know you've already remembered." Snape glanced at Harry knowingly.

"So, so what?" Harry's brain circuit was still not normal.

"Not much." Snape smiled, "But what I need to tell you is that I've already found you a good partner."

"What partner?" Harry wondered.

Ten minutes later, Harry stared dumbfounded at the middle-length black-haired boy with a not-so-refined but handsome face.

"You... you were so pretty when you were young." Harry twitched his lips.

"Aging agent. Put away your stupid face!" Snape took a deep breath, although he made up his mind, he was still... a little... well, uncomfortable.

"It's just right, you can disclose the sexual orientation of the savior to the magic world...or is it that the vain savior likes the feeling of being surrounded by a group of nympho girls?" It should have been harsh and unpleasant words, but it was replaced by a young man. 20-year-old Snape's face——Harry felt inexplicably relieved, he had waited so long, and finally the old bat—or the little bat, was jealous of him!

"Of, of course. I have no objection." Harry hurriedly proved his innocence.

Even though Snape confessed his love first this time (?), Harry was still unconsciously eaten to death by Snape.

"Now, do you remember the dance steps I taught you in class?"

"Yeah!" Harry nodded hastily.

"..." Snape took a deep breath, and finally said that sentence.

"You walk." Should Hogwarts lead dancer be asked to dance?

Well, although he really wanted to be right.

"Huh?" Harry was stunned.

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