Harry woke up from his dream again, sweating profusely.

Lord Voldemort seemed to be very eager to get something from the Department of Mysteries recently, and Harry could not resist being dragged into that dream almost every night.

Although he already knew that it was fake, he could not help but be affected by the emotions in the dream. He always felt like there was a ball of fire in his heart, and he became more and more impatient.

Because of the influence of these dreams, the learning of Cerebral Occlusion seemed to have reached a bottleneck. Since the last lesson, Harry had not been able to resist it a second time.

No matter how much Snape mocked him, or even scolded him loudly, it had no effect.

The lessons in the past few weeks were extremely difficult, and Harry was very depressed. He really tried his best, but —

He could not help but think of the first dream he had in the Burrow. Behind the door was Snape, who was covered in bruises and on the verge of death.

That was fake … That was fake … Harry reminded himself over and over again, but he could not help but tremble at the scene in his imagination.

Snape had been a spy for so long, and he was not discovered by Lord Voldemort … He would be fine!

But … Lord Voldemort's Mind Extraction was so powerful. What if he found out that Snape was lying …

No!

Impossible!

It can't be!

That was fake … It was just a dream … It did not mean anything …

Harry looked down at the book, and the tip of the pen unconsciously scratched on the paper. His thoughts were in a mess, and he became more irritated and scratched harder, tearing the paper.

He sighed and wanted to change the paper, but he was stunned. The paper was full of … Severus Snape!

Harry quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and held it in his hand as if he had been burned by fire. He looked around guiltily. Ron and Hermione were discussing the history of magic with their heads down, and did not notice his movements.

Harry lay on the table weakly, sadly thinking that he had to go to the Cerebral Occlusion class again tonight.

He could not let Snape see this in his mind.

"Mind Extraction!"

Harry's eyes began to turn blank. He tried his best to resist, but in the end, he knelt down on the cold floor of the cellar again, panting and weak.

Just now, he tried his best to cover up his memory of this morning and almost let Snape succeed. He was not sure if Snape saw the parchment with his name written on it … She probably didn't see it … Merlin, please don't let Snape see it …

Harry prayed frantically in her heart as she carefully looked up at Snape.

"Harry Potter."

Snape stood there and slowly said his name, as if she was savoring some complicated emotions. "I seem to have discovered something incredible."

"Wh-what? Professor Snape?"

Snape's expression was unfathomable.

He said softly, "You seem to be … very infatuated with me."

"Pa!"

Harry's wand fell to the ground and rolled back and forth twice.

Snape raised his eyebrows and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Harry felt that all the blood in his body froze in an instant and then flowed wildly in the next moment.

He felt that it was difficult to breathe, his mouth was dry, and he was burning from head to toe.

"I … I don't know what you're talking about …" His mind was buzzing, and he stood up in a hurry to pick up his wand.

"This … this is ridiculous." He forced himself to stay calm and grinned with difficulty.

"It is ridiculous.

It's ridiculous, unreasonable, and the biggest joke in the world — "Snape stood still and spat out a string of cold words from his thin lips.

Yes, his thoughts, his unspeakable fears and worries were just like that in his eyes, ridiculous, ridiculous, and worthless.

Harry suddenly felt a surge of anger rush to his head, burning his mind blank.

He lost his mind and shouted, "I just like it!

So what! "

Snape seemed to be shocked by his words. He opened his mouth slightly and stared at Harry in disbelief.

Harry didn't want to be outdone and stared back at him.

But Snape quickly reacted. He gave a cold snort and walked towards Harry step by step. His black figure brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Harry instantly felt that his arrogance had disappeared without a trace.

He was tongue-tied and couldn't help but step back. His heart was wildly beating.

"You-"

Harry's back slammed against the cold wall, and Snape's arms trapped him.

His black robe was tightly pressed against Harry's uniform, and his warm body pressed against him. The clear and slightly astringent smell of herbs instantly surrounded him.

Harry took a breath in panic and his eyes widened. His emerald green eyes couldn't avoid the black one.

Snape still had that calm expression, but his eyes seemed even deeper. When Harry looked into his eyes, it was like his soul was being sucked in.

No, not this close.

Harry didn't know what to do as he held his breath. His heart was beating fast as he watched that sharp and cold face get closer and closer until they could smell each other's breaths.

Snape's eyes looked down and his gaze fell onto Harry's slightly opened lips. There seemed to be a kind of reckless madness in his dark eyes.

Harry's mind had become a pot of paste, and his thoughts were in a mess.

But after a moment of silence, Snape spoke.

"Let's not talk about how you came up with such an illogical and even abnormal idea —"

Snape's slightly hoarse voice was close to a whisper. He paused after every word, as if he was suppressing something. "Have you ever thought that if The Dark Lord sensed your emotions, what would he think of me, a secret agent of the Phoenix Society?"

Harry instantly felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He, he remembered that dream … Snape who was covered in wounds …

Snape sneered and slowly reached out to touch Harry's bloodless lips. His fingers were gentle as if he was caressing a rare treasure, but the words he said were still incomparably cruel. "The Dark Lord may have learned from Bellatrix that you care a lot about Sirius. But if you have a few more dreams, he will soon be surprised to find that our savior actually has an extraordinary feeling for the Dark Lord's loyal subordinate, the sharpest nail he planted by Dumbledore's side, the gloomy and greasy old bat — a wholehearted trust and an inextricable infatuation. What exactly did his servant do to make our savior so loyal?

Could it be that … he was originally someone arranged by Dumbledore?

Ah … this is really a huge surprise. "

Harry's face was deathly pale.

"The savior's feelings are really great, it makes me extremely terrified … Perhaps you feel that … Snape's death is not regrettable, so you can perfunctorily use the brain seal technique?"

"I … I'm not …"

The situation that Snape described was too terrifying, and Harry felt that he could not bear it.

He trembled all over and shook his head desperately. His tears could not help but condense and slide down.

He finally understood how big of a mistake he had made!

"It's … it's my fault, I will definitely … work hard …"

Harry stuttered and choked with sobs.

Snape looked at the pair of tear-filled green eyes and stiffened for a moment. For a moment, Harry felt that he wanted to raise his hand to wipe his tears.

But he immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Snape of course understood that he was taking his anger out on him. He was trying to suppress the surge of joy that made him feel ashamed of his own inferiority.

At that moment, he hugged Harry in despair.

This boy's thoughts are so obvious … If I throw everything away and kiss him … If my life is going to end at any time, can I indulge the feelings that I have been suppressing for so long?

What does it feel like to go on a blind date with the person you love?

He had never experienced it before, and he did not even dare to dream about it.

But he could not.

He was willing to walk on the dangerous steel wire.

From the moment he agreed to Dumbledore 15 years ago, death was just an ending that he would have to face eventually. The only difference was that it would be faster or faster.

No matter what Harry's attitude was, he could still be exposed at any time.

And for a person who could die at any time, a gloomy, greasy old man who had nothing, why should he delude himself with unnecessary feelings and drag an ignorant boy into the endless abyss?

Moreover … he had caused Lily's death, and this was a sin that he could never atone for.

Harry Potter would have his own bright future, but in that future … he should not be included.

Snape gently let go of Harry, stood up straight, took a deep breath, and took two steps back. His black eyes were cold, and there was no emotion in them.

"Even with Dumbledore's orders, I don't want to teach a stubborn and shameless Gryffindor monster.

Before you learn how to seal your brain, I don't want you to appear in my office again. "