"Come quickly, Severus!" the girl hurriedly called to her friend, "If you don't hurry up, there will be no place!"
Her eyes swept across the trains of carriages, saying hello to the classmates she met one by one. Finally, she hesitated for a while in front of a carriage door. Just as she was about to knock on the door, her friend, the boy following her, stopped her. .
"Wait a minute, Lily," Snape frowned, looked at the people inside, pursed his lips, and said unhappily, "Who is sitting there? I've never seen him before."
The girl named Lily looked inside through the glass window. After thinking for a few seconds, she realized that this was indeed a person she had never seen before - she was sure that if she had seen it, she would not be unfamiliar with this person. Even if he is reading with his head down, the half of this man's face is a bit conspicuous.
But this is not a problem for girls.
"It doesn't matter. He is wearing a school uniform and looks very quiet. We can ask him if this box can still accommodate people," Lily insisted, and immediately knocked on the glass window lightly and opened the box. He opened the door and showed a bright smile to the people inside: "Hello, are there any seats here?"
The other party immediately raised his head, not looking unhappy at all. On the contrary, he had a smile on his face before he raised his head. Lily and Snape saw each other put the book gently on the table. After staring at them for a few seconds, as if to confirm that they were talking to him, the man said to Lily politely: "Of course. Yes, if you don’t mind, please sit down.”
Lily breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you!" She carried her luggage in and said to Snape behind her, "I really don't know where else to sit - we went out too late today. If we It would be nice if we were all prefects next year, that way we would always have a seat to sit on.”
"And there are other annoying guys in the box?" Snape said in an indifferent and slightly disgusted manner, "Then I think I must refuse."
"Oh, no, I don't think Professor McGonagall would let Potter be a prefect." Lily wrinkled her nose and after expressing her opinion in a low voice, she sat down at the other end of the box and exhaled. , and said a friendly and warm hello to the person opposite, "Hi, um, I mean, thank you again, I am Lily, Lily Evans, you can teach me Lily, I am in fourth grade at Gryffindor, how about you? ?This is my friend Severus, he's in Slytherin, in the same year as me-"
"Lily." The boy in the silver-green tie knitted his brows even more. It was obvious that he didn't like being introduced in front of strangers.
"Hello, Lily, and Severus," the boy sitting opposite them said briskly. His voice was light and clear, like the aroma of grass and trees floating in the air, "If you don't mind, you can call me I’m francis.”
"My last name is Snape." Snape interrupted expressionlessly.
"Okay, Snape." The other person smiled, not showing any displeasure at this unkind attitude.
However, because of his friendly attitude and friendly words, the eyes he looked at Lily when he spoke were not cold, which was quite different from the feeling given by his face.
Snape couldn't help but look at the other person with an unhappy look - he was a bit thin, not very friendly-looking boy, physically a little smaller than them, but he had a handsome face and didn't look very British. The man's facial features were deep and three-dimensional, his cheekbones were high, and his lips were somewhat frivolous, not to mention that he also had a pair of gray-blue eyes, which reminded Snape of that Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, whose eyes were higher than his head and whose face was cold and reserved.
You can say that this boy is handsome, upright, and even beautiful, but his facial features hardly make people feel friendly. Even though he is polite and has a gentle tone, Snape is still wary of this person for the first time - especially the other person. Keep watching lily. A man who looked very arrogant, even a bit like those arrogant nobles, smiled kindly at Lily and talked kindly. Snape felt that his vigilance was completely correct.
But obviously, Lily doesn't think so.
"I don't think I've ever seen you before, Frances," Lily said enthusiastically. "You're definitely not a freshman this year. The Christmas break is over - so are you a transfer student? Or by chance, we've never met before. ?If that’s really the case, then I have to worry about my memory!”
"Well, I can guarantee that there is nothing wrong with your memory, Lily." The boy opposite looked at Lily, pursed his lips, smiled, and winked at the girl, "I am a transfer student. Because of some problems, I came here this holiday. Go to England, and under the arrangement of Principal Dumbledore, I will continue my studies at Hogwarts starting from next semester."
A frivolous playboy. Snape looked at him and blinked at Lily, thinking a little annoyed.
"So what grade are you in?" Lily was amused by the other person's wink, so she also winked and asked, "Are you in the same grade as us?"
"No, I'm in third grade," the boy said, standing up the books on the table. Only then did the two of them notice that the other person was reading a book called "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future." "I haven't been in class for half a year. I won’t take this class anymore,” he said regretfully.
Pretending. Snape thought again. No one except prophets can accurately predict the future. The course of divination is not so much teaching them to predict the future as it is teaching them superstition and a waste of time. Of course, some people have used crystal balls to cast survey magic, but that is not the result of the divination class. Many people choose divination because it is very easy to mix compared to other classes. Such a course has What can't keep up?
This blond guy was just looking for an excuse to talk to Lily.
Snape snorted secretly - or he pretended to be secretive.
…………
Although he had never spoken to the other party, Harry would definitely feel ashamed if he knew Snape's thoughts - he was indeed looking for an excuse to talk to Lily.
But if he knows what the other person is thinking, he will definitely ask the other person, isn't this the meaning of small talk, there is no theme, no purpose, chatting wherever you think, having a happy chat or being able to talk to the other person is the most important thing.
Besides, is there anything wrong with wanting to chat with your mother?
That's right——
——Harry is sitting here, and the person he is trying to chat with is 'that Lily', his biological mother, a girl whose surname is Evans.
It is now eighteen years and nearly nineteen years from Harry's time. At this point in time, his parents, his godfather, Remus and Snape are all in fourth grade, so when Harry is in Dumbledore's headmaster's office, After a whole Christmas vacation, when he was forced to study by the old principal again, his heart beat uncontrollably, thinking of his parents, who basically had no memory at all, but were still studying in this school. , it can be said that parents are within reach.
So when Dumbledore brought up the enrollment issue with the boy, the boy carefully made his only request during the entire holiday: could he pick up the students with the Hogwarts Express and then sit back?
Dumbledore was silent for a long time about the experience of riding an empty train and then getting back on it. The boy named Liberty is very quiet. He usually lives in the principal's office and barely leaves the house. He is very well-behaved. Apart from reading, he also performs magic spells. His life is regular and healthy - almost exactly the same as his life in Nurmengard, except that Hogwarts had a kitchen where he could continue his other pursuits, but Dumbledore was very satisfied with his extra share of sweets.
At first, he just accepted it politely, but after observing for a long time, he confirmed that the boy did not mean to please, but really liked cooking, which would make this person relaxed and comfortable...
Dumbledore was thinking about the question of whether the short-term prison life caused psychological stress to the boy... Finally, out of concern for the students' mental health, he agreed to Harry's request to take the train.
But he had no idea that this was a very purposeful request. The boy even ran to the kitchen happily for it. Judging from the afternoon tea snacks he left for the old principal, he had a rare excess of energy.
Therefore, when Lily really knocked on the door of this box, the red-haired girl had no idea how nervous and apprehensive the boy in the box was. She even prepared a perfect smile before raising her head, and carefully prepared her words and words. The tone of voice, and even the nervous and frantic beating of the drums inside, were all designed to leave a good impression on her.
"This is mom," Harry kept thinking in his mind as he raised his head and watched the red-haired girl knocking on the carriage door unblinkingly, "This is what mom looked like when she was young, yes. She is my mother, her eyes are exactly the same as mine... This is my mother Lily, it is her, there is no mistake."
[Her red hair is like fire, her smile is as bright as the afternoon sun, and she has a pair of beautiful emerald eyes. Everyone who sees her will draw vitality from her cheerfulness and joy. No one will not love this girl. She Synonymous with youth and beauty, they are pure white flowers that grow freely by the lake, and even unicorns fall in love with them. 】
Even though he was not good at writing stories, and even though he had seen photos of his parents, when Harry looked at Lily, he couldn't help but say something like a love poem in his heart. It can be said that the feeling of praise poured out from his heart continuously. If it were not allowed, he almost wanted to say all kinds of hymns to Lily, and then make her smile more cheerfully and happily.
Harry had to admit that blood relationship was a wonderful thing - from the first moment he saw Lily, he felt that he loved her. I love her very much, I love her very much. As long as I look at her, I can't help but want to talk to her, see her smile, and I want to imprint every move and every word of hers in my mind. If the situation is not wrong, He even...even wanted to hug her.
He wanted to put the book upright, cover his cheeks that might be getting hotter, and only expose a pair of eyes to look at the girl; but he wanted to change back to his original appearance immediately and let her know that his eyes were different from hers. How similar.
But you can't be y at this moment, and you are reluctantly warning yourself in your heart. You are Frances, Francis in the third grade. You have to be polite to your senior sister. You can’t offend your mother... By the way, I wonder what kind of snacks your mother likes to eat?
"So you're from Germany?"
While Harry was running around with thoughts in his mind, Lily was still chatting with the boy who had transferred from school with great interest: "Wow, I haven't been to Germany yet. Have you studied in Germany before? Are there magic schools in Germany? Francis?"
"Yes," Harry replied while thinking about how he should share the dessert with Lily across from him, "but you can't say 'German magic school' like that. In fact, it should mean that all German wizards study there - —That school is called Durmstrang, but unfortunately, I didn't go to school there before." He pretended to be disappointed, "The admissions system there is very strict."
'Did Grindelwald's grandnephew go to Durmstrang?' was a question that even Harry didn't know the answer to. However, he thought about it during the holidays and felt that since Grindelwald gave him this status and allowed him to go to Hogwarts, it should be Pretty reliable. Thinking more deeply, Dumbledore asked him to rename himself so that he could hide the identity of his great-nephew. Then some people would accuse him of unclear origins, and the process of digging up his identity would usually stop there, and it would not be possible to dig up Harry himself. .
"I've heard of this name. It's the most famous school in Europe, which extremely advocates black magic." Speaking of Durmstrang, Snape had been waiting impatiently for them to finish chatting, but now he suddenly spoke up.
Harry looked at him - of course Snape at this time was not as scary as an adult. Strictly speaking, he was a pale, thin boy. His expression was as gloomy as ever, as if the world was full of unhappy things, but this boy was serious. There is no such momentum as in the future, 'If I'm not happy, others can't be happy either'.
And he didn't seem to be healthy - although he wasn't skinny, he wasn't plump either. Harry estimated that with this physique, if he didn't have a wand, he could beat him even if he was shorter than Snape.
In addition, he would notice that the robe worn by Snape, a young man with semi-long black hair, was old and wrinkled. It was obviously not new, nor had it been cleaned up as neatly and decently as Mrs. Weasley.
Snape's parents did not take good care of him. Harry made a decision in his mind. As for Snape taking care of himself... well, Harry thinks that this is not his prejudice, but if Snape can take care of himself from now on, will he be nicknamed 'The Big Greasy Bat' in the future?
"I heard that the students who enroll there must be pure blood, and most of them are nobles with names." Snape's eyes were fixed on Harry, as if to assess whether this person was worthy, "So you are a mixed race. ...You don't look like a Muggleborn."
"You can put it this way," Harry said vaguely. Being stared at so closely by Snape made him unconsciously want to touch his nose, but he resisted. "I can't study there anyway - I only used to I was able to study at home, and a family elder took care of me for a while and allowed me to learn some magic by myself until I came to England. Principal Dumbledore was a very kind gentleman and he allowed me to transfer to Hogwarts midway."
"Oh, that sounds really lonely," Lily said sympathetically. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to study without anyone, but she assured with a smile, "But don't worry, Frances, Hogwarts is a good place. , I guarantee you will find many good friends here."
"I believe I already have one." Harry said to Lily, and he and the girl deepened their smiles at the same time. Both of them felt that the other was very easy to get along with.
Snape was indifferent to such words, his eyes were always cold and sharp... While Harry was talking to Lily, his eyes fell on the boy's cuffs, collar and some belongings.
The clothes are very ordinary, the suitcase is not of any unusual style, and there is no family crest. Snape judged everything.
But at the same time, the boy also has expensive accessories that are not owned by Muggles - the boy has a black pearl with a silver base on his collar, and his cuffs have simple silver buttons engraved in the shape of a dragon. From time to time, he is touched by his owner's fingers. ——And Francis sounds like...a name that a nobleman would give.
Seeing Lily chatting happily with the boy, everything Slytherin taught him made him more and more wary--few people from a wizarding family looked up to Muggles, and this boy looked so old-fashioned that he fell into dust. He is a descendant of a family, but he naturally becomes friendly with Lily... Does this mean that he is a playboy-like figure? Trying to play with Lily's feelings? You must know that such people do not exist in Slytherin.
He observed the other person cautiously and secretly, but the boy's gray-blue eyes only had an eager light. His eyes were very cold, looking at Lily but shining on everything like afternoon light. It was not overly hot, but it also had a temperature that frightened Snape. If his words so far were not too extreme, Snape would almost be sure that this person The transfer student fell in love with Lily at first sight.
Like potter. That's right, damn, once he thought of the word 'potter', his mood immediately dropped a few notches, which made his attitude towards the boy opposite become worse - he didn't want to face the second potter, even if This boy looked barely good: although he was not eager to Snape, he was as polite as Lily. Even if he was having a pleasant conversation with the girl, he would not forget to turn around and ask Snape a few questions, even if Snape said nothing to him. Fa, and did not show any displeasure.
At least this is an attitude - compared to potter, this is already a polite attitude.
Snape thought sarcastically.
——If at this moment, Harry had a sudden thought and looked into Snape's head and found that he thought so, he would definitely make a cry of injustice. Of course, he would look at Lily with eager eyes, this is his mother! Can't Snape think of the best in people?
Just when Harry was focused on talking to Lily for a while, an extremely loud sound of footsteps and noises came from far to near between the train cars, and with a loud bang, a fist hit Snape's side. on the glass window.
"Ah!" Lily exclaimed, and Harry subconsciously stood up and took a few steps forward to block the door.
Snape frowned deeply and put down the raised wand - not because of anything else, just because he recognized that hand, or rather, that arm, and he recognized the back and voice of the owner of that hand. Also recognized.
Two people outside the door were pulling and pushing each other, and the person with his back against the door opened the door after making a shout that could not be ignored: "——Then you continue to fall, Sirius, and Potter, and that A group of people—"
It was also a boy, with a clean and cold voice, very unfamiliar; he also had black hair, which was almost neatly styled, and the exposed side of his face had lines that surprised Harry.
"——Listen, you don't need to define whether I am depraved or not. If this is how you degenerate, then I have nothing to say." As the boy opened the door and came in, the face of the man who was arguing with him also showed his face. The tall boy's voice and figure have begun to take on the shadow of a man's. His expression alone can be called unruly. His eyes staring at the boy are full of contempt and indifference caused by anger - but his red cheeks are different from those of a man. His disordered breathing was enough to prove that he was not as calm and indifferent as he appeared.
sirius!
The moment he saw this boy, Harry almost blurted out. There was almost no need to distinguish. Sirius was Sirius, and he was still Sirius after so many years. No matter how much the boy looked like him, Sirius's own demeanor made him always easy to recognize.
"Is it black and his brother?" Lily said very softly.
Harry glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw that Snape nodded calmly.
Snape and my mother turned out to be really close when we were young. He inevitably sighed in his heart. Well, it's not that his opinion of Snape is that big. After all, it's her mother's own choice who to be friends with. But even after hearing too many 'hears', Harry found this hard to imagine. thing.
But while lamenting, Harry's heart began to secretly speed up. Since Sirius appeared here, then——
"Sirius! Hey brother, calm down, what were you talking about before we came out? You just said you would calm down with your brother...oh Merlin, Lily!"
Another head appeared at the door of the carriage (strangely hanging in the air), and a shouting voice came out - at the same time as this head and this voice appeared, Harry saw Lily and Snape saying "Oh--" in disgust almost at the same time, the voice It almost completely matches the expression.
——How on earth was I born?
This situation really confused Harry, but it only lasted for a second. His eyes were soon fixed on that head without moving away.
Messy black hair, a face that is almost the same as Harry himself, and round-rimmed glasses that are almost the same... It was the first time Harry discovered that blood can be so conspicuous on the body, and Peter and Eric are not so similar!
"James!" Seeing the extra head, the young Sirius called out, his tone was much better than when he addressed the boy standing at the door.
The floating head squeezed Sirius away, and his eyes flashed like the golden snitch's before he flew into the car and settled on it - or rather, Lily's body, with extraordinary enthusiasm and joy... But he soon noticed Snape and Harry, especially Harry, made his expression change.
"Who are you?" The floating head said rudely to Harry, "Why have I never seen you at Hogwarts? You said Lily - I mean, Evans's friend?"
Snape sneered. Even though Potter was in fourth grade, he still didn't make progress. Even if he was asking a question, his tone was obviously, 'I hope you bastard can give me an answer that satisfies me or I'll beat you up.' Lily wouldn't. Like this.
Sure enough, Lily glared at the head: "Potter——"
As a result, before the girl had finished speaking, Snape saw the blond boy opposite him speaking with an air of excitement on his face:
"Nice to meet you - you guys, I'm Frances - hello, would you like to sit in for a cup of tea and some snacks?"
His eyes were soft and his voice was gentle. He stared straight at the floating head, pulled out a large tea set from the suitcase, placed it on the table, and made a 'please' gesture.
snape: "………………………………????"
what happened? what happened?
... Did this blind blond idiot also fall in love with Potter at first sight? ! ! 166 reading network
