HP wanders to the end

Harry stood at the door, wondering if he should knock on the door.

But he had nowhere to go, except for "Snape House", everything else was shrouded in fog, making it hard to see clearly.

"Standing there you can't become a wooden stake."

Just as Harry was struggling, Severus opened the door.

Not eleven or twelve years old, but twenty or so.

Snape still looked thin and pale. The half-length hair that was parted in the middle couldn't be said to suit him. With his aquiline nose, he looked like a vampire hiding behind a curtain.

But his eyes are still beautiful, as deep as a dark tunnel, and like a deep and unfathomable pool that cannot be seen to the bottom.

is calm, cool, and elusive.

Under such a pair of eyes, Harry felt that he was seen through him.

Harry tore off the corner of his clothes in a panic, not daring to meet Snape's eyes.But just like that, he saw his own hands, not the immature hands of eleven or twelve years old, they looked well-trained, slender and strong, maybe he was about the same age as Snape now?

"Do you want me to use the Levitating Charm to help you in?" Severus asked dangerously, lowering his voice.

"Ah! Ahhh... No, I'll go in, I'll go in now." Harry ran over in a panic.

Severus made room for him, and Harry was able to enter Snape's space without incident.

The first feeling when entering Snape's house was depression and depression.

It wasn't unclean, Harry could swear that even if he wore white gloves to wipe the floor, the white gloves would probably be spotless.The decoration here is too suffocating.

Old objects are piled up, and it is impossible to see what is useful and what is useless.

There are so many things that fill the entire first floor.There are only some places left for footholds, and the space looks very cramped.

"Snape, I like you?" Harry wanted to confirm whether this Snape was the one in that long dream.

Severus gave Harry a strange look.

At that glance, it seemed to say, "What are you crazy about?"

Harry also realized that he had asked a stupid question, and he changed his words angrily: "Sorry, I just wanted to ask if you were Snape from the last dream?"

"Do you daydream a lot?" Severus asked back.

Harry almost understood now that the Snape in front of him was that Snape.

"How did you grow up so fast?"

"You're growing fast, too." Severus didn't want to answer Harry's boring question at all.

The speechless Harry couldn't find a place to sit, so he could only stand there in embarrassment, looking down at the seam of his trousers.

"Going out and coming back, you want to show how special you are?" Severus could see he was embarrassed, but he wasn't going to give Harry a sofa.

It wasn't in the house, and he didn't want to get one for Harry.

He's not special here.

"I can't control my dreams." Harry looked at Snape innocently.

He felt that Snape treated him really badly. Snape believed that he liked his suitor. How could someone treat his admirer so badly?

And why should I like Snape?When was he blind?

Severus couldn't figure out what to do with Harry for a while, and he didn't know what Harry Potter was doing here.But he can't do nothing, what if this little brat can't get out again?

At that time, I will bother him.

Severus also discovered that Harry Potter had no doubts about what he said, and had almost decided that he really liked him.

Is anyone that stupid?

I don't know if I believe this sentence, is it likely to become true?

Severus couldn't help frowning at the thought of that possibility: Who wants a Potter to like? !

However, Harry didn't notice the change in Snape's expression in the shadows, or Snape didn't have any expression at first, only being "malicious" towards him, and he couldn't quite see Snape's other emotions.

After all, Snape was always easily offended by a Potter.

Severus glanced at Harry, who was pretending to be good, he said "follow me" coldly, and then walked upstairs.

He didn't use this floor very much at first, but the basement was opened up, but all the sundries were piled up here.

A thing that can be solved without a trace, the reason why he didn't do it was also to reject some guests who shouldn't come here.

Harry followed Severus up the stairs quietly, but as he walked, he still felt that he should talk.

"Snape... I asked Hermione, I never liked anyone other than Cho Chang and Ginny."

Harry didn't know what the point of saying that was, but he said it anyway.

Severus glanced back at him, Harry was looking up, their eyes met, Harry looked away in a panic.

"I'm not interested in your relationship history." What does the fickle Potter like have anything to do with him?

Harry blushed, feeling Snape's contempt, and he growled, "If you hadn't said I liked you, how could I have wondered if I lost a memory?!"

He even asked Hermione or something... I always felt that the way Hermione looked at him was a bit wrong.

"Potter, the thing on your neck is not a decoration, use your brain if you have any problems." Severus reached out and grabbed Harry, leading him to the corridor on the second floor.

The second floor was originally supposed to be smaller than the first floor, but the moment Harry stepped on it, Harry felt a sense of openness.

There are few things here, and it is clean, which really makes people feel much more comfortable.

Seeing that Harry didn't speak, Severus didn't force him to say anything.He pointed Harry to a room, and the door swung open: "If you can't get out, sleep there."

"I..." Harry really didn't know if he could get out, and he couldn't refuse Snape's arrangement.

"Thank you."

"Don't bother me," Severus reminded.

After all, Severus decided to go back to his room.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Harry grabbed Severus by the sleeve.

Severus turned to look at him, asking "what are you doing" with his eyes.

"I..." Harry touched his face uncomfortably, "What are you doing in this dream? What do you know?"

Severus really didn't expect Harry to ask these questions now.

Harry didn't mind if he didn't hear an answer, and he continued to ask, "You don't have any friends here, and I don't have any books in my head to show you... What kind of existence are you?

"I, I really want to know."

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