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Snape carried his schoolbag with his homework, and after 'escaping' from home alone, he walked directly to the corner of the next street - there was a small corner there with one or two utility bills with community logos. bench. When leaving Hogwarts, he would usually sit there reading a book or delving into potions theory to pass the time, and then go back at night.
He had always been like this, and for him, that was enough to satisfy him. It's just that today, Merlin seemed to dislike his leisurely manner. He sat down and watched for less than five minutes when he saw Lily running from the corner on the opposite street - it's not that he didn't want to see Lily. —and her mean, annoying sister followed, with someone else by her side.
Snape hated Petunia Evans from the bottom of his heart, so from the moment he saw her, he wanted to stand up and walk away before Lily noticed him. He didn't want to be forced to exchange words with an idiot, or because of this The matter was blamed by Lily.
But just as he stood up, he took a quick glance at the person following Lily. He couldn't move his legs as if they were standing in place. He just felt that a bucket of ice water fell from the sky on this warm summer afternoon. It drenched him from head to toe, and he felt chilled almost instantly, and the chill almost pierced his heart.
——What did he see? That Petunia who barely talks to her sister, and Frances Bagshot who follows her around!
Why did this well-intentioned transfer student who had only come to the UK less than half a year ago and managed to capture Lily, Little Black, and even Potter by unknown means at the same time, not return to his supposedly luxurious and comfortable residence in Germany during the holidays, or live there? At the house of some British pure-blood relative?
If it weren't for that iconic appearance that was so difficult to mistake, Snape would have thought he had seen the wrong person. How could a person who was close to a pure-blood wizard like little Black, and who was said to be from an ancient pure-blood family, appear on a street where Muggles lived? Could it be that he didn't get along with Lily enough at school that he had to pester her during the holidays?
An anger suddenly burst out from his heart, dispersing the chill that made his hands and feet cold, and this anger drove him to stand where he was, following the three people opposite him with his eyes, instead of following the three people opposite him like he just thought. Just walk away right away.
That boy - Snape had to admit that when he first saw the boy standing on the street not far away, his first reaction was not joy at seeing his friend, but only disgust. Although he had gotten along with this boy who was a grade below him many times in school, and even at Lily's invitation, he often came to the library to exchange some reading experiences with them, this did not improve Snape's affection for him.
This unsightly, astonishingly slick German guy - of course, he would never admit that he liked the nickname Black - after changing out of the black robe of Hogwarts and putting on his suit jacket, he just Wearing a white shirt, that head looked even more dazzling. That blond hair, that face that seemed more beautiful than in school, that slender figure, and that smile that could offset the cold and hard lines of the features... Even though he thought these features were too playboy, Snape had to admit, Bagshot is indeed the type of handsome man that women love most.
Thinking of this, Snape wanted to sneer - if not for this, how could Petunia Evans, who had always been proud of her 'normal', put aside her disdain and opinions towards wizards so quickly and follow her sister and her 'freaks'? 'Where are my friends?
He carefully studied the faces of the three people opposite him: perhaps because Lily was by his side, Bagshot's face that usually remained reserved was now radiant. His face was rosy, his eyes were bright, and there was a smile on his lips. A girl said this, making them laugh from time to time; Lily's annoying sister would usually raise her chin high, tighten the lower half of her face, and droop the corners of her mouth when seeing Snape, but now she blushed slightly and couldn't help it. Smiling, her eyes followed Bagshot almost like a sunflower following the sun. Her facial muscles were much more relaxed than usual, and she didn't look too thin. The most important thing is that when she speaks to her sister, she no longer squints or looks dissatisfied. Although Snape can't hear what they are saying, at this moment, Petunia speaks to her sister quite naturally, as if She didn't hate a wizard sister as much.
As for Lily, she was quite happy to say this to the two of them - this was not unexpected. Snape knew that she had always liked this junior student and had always wanted to have a good relationship with her sister. But no matter how hard Lily tried, Petunia always failed. He is extremely cold to his sister.
Therefore, all this now may make her very, very happy - this girl is grinning because of a possible joke, her beautiful face is like a ripe apple, rosy and sweet, with every laugh she makes With the sound, the white bows on her braids were jumping slightly, as if real butterflies were flying, looking very energetic.
Seeing Lily like this, Snape's tense nerves couldn't help but relax a little.
No matter what kind of playboy Bagshot might be, to be fair, Snape would like to see Lily happy - as long as it was something that had nothing to do with Potter.
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It was impossible not to feel Snape's gaze.
After all, Harry was a person who had gone through Snape's hellish Potions class. He was very sensitive to Snape's gaze and quite familiar with it. Although the current teenage version of the Potions Master's gaze was not enough to kill people, Harry still hurriedly acted like this. Thorny back.
However, experience tells him that when Snape is looking at you, it is best not to turn around and look at this person, otherwise the other person will not thank you for looking into his eyes and talking.
But before he could react, someone did—if anyone was paying attention now, they would see him clenching his teeth. He felt his arm being grabbed hard by an invisible hand (he knew whose hand it was), and someone was yelling 'very quietly' in his ear.
Harry suspected that the cloak had the function of a silencing charm, otherwise it would not explain why his ears were going deaf, and Lily and Petunia were still unaware of it.
"I swear to Merlin," Draco said with obvious annoyance, "if - let me know - who - made my godfather so - embarrassed, I will - make him look good."
Harry was hurt by him and couldn't talk to him right away. He could only continue the conversation about literary works with his aunt while quietly turning his head and looking for the gray shadow in the corner of his field of vision. Then he immediately understood what Draco meant. Where did the anger come from, because Snape looked really embarrassed now.
This is not to say that when he was at Hogwarts, the teenage Snape looked dazzling, but at that time, he was not what he is now. Although those school robes were washed a little white, wrinkled and old, but in magic Under the influence of it, they will gradually become neater and fit better. In Harry's impression, Snape is always associated with black. If the economy is tight, it is normal to wear a school robe for a long time. This is the case in Ron's family. , it’s not worth raising any eyebrows at.
But Snape standing on the other side of the street was completely different from Harry's impression - he was a thin boy with a bit of disheveled hair. In such weather, he was wearing an ill-fitting long-sleeved shirt and pants with frayed knees. , which looks very much like the old clothes that adults have discarded. Even with such clothes, it could be seen that they had been scratched and wrinkled, and the rolled-up cuffs seemed to have some unknown stains on them. If you look carefully, you will find that there are slight red marks on his wrists and face, and there is also a little red on the trouser legs, which makes Harry feel nervous.
At this moment, he forgot that he was peeking and looked straight over - now, the two girls were looking at him. Seeing that he was looking at one place intently, the two sisters also looked over.
Petunia wanted to curl her lips in disgust, but she glanced at Harry and suppressed the action; Lily was shocked, and the smile disappeared from her face in an instant, and she almost jumped up on the spot. , trotted over like a gust of wind.
What surprised Harry was that when they weren't looking at each other, Snape was staring at this side, as if talking to Lily meant he had a grudge against him; but when Lily ran over, Snape showed a panic again, Want to avoid Lily.
To be honest, with that speed and posture, it wouldn't be unfair to say that he ran away. If Lily hadn't been healthier than him, exercised more, and grabbed his arm faster than him, he might have had to ran away.
"Why is he running away?" Petunia looked a little cold and confused. "Isn't he only willing to talk to Lily?"
Harry watched Lily tug on Snape's arm like a rabbit by its hind legs. The latter looked embarrassed, but could not pull his arm out of Lily's hand. He could almost immediately imagine Draco's expression. , it will definitely be a little distorted.
"You and Lily go to the same school, Francis," Petunia asked hesitantly. During the conversation just now, they were able to call each other by their Christian names. It was troublesome to call each other Mr. and Miss after all. "Then do you know him?" I mean - that Snape?"
"Of course," Harry watched with mixed emotions as his mother grabbed Professor Snape with both hands and dragged him towards them, "Senior Snape and I are in the same house. We belong to Slytherin, and we communicate on a regular basis. Some insights - you know, Petunia, he is one level higher than me, and like Lily, he knows a lot of things worth asking me for advice."
"You must be kidding," Petunia said, "You look a hundred times better than him. I'm sure you have nothing to ask him - Lily said you are better than many seniors."
Harry smiled dryly. Although he had just said a lot to make his mother and aunt feel relaxed and happy, now he suddenly became concise and concise: "Maybe not senior students like Senior Snape."
While talking, Lily had already dragged Snape over.
"Francis! Francis!" she said anxiously, "come and see Severus' wounds. He must not have treated them."
Harry simply couldn't bear to look at it - although Lily meant well, Snape's expression became increasingly ugly. Even though he wasn't his godson, Harry understood that Slytherins were almost filled with pride, and seeing him in this situation might not be what Snape wanted.
"Senior." Harry sighed inwardly, greeted Snape in his most sincere tone, and bowed slightly, "Good afternoon."
Snape said nothing, nodded slightly, but looked livid, and shook off Lily's hand to prevent her from rolling up her sleeves higher. Once he shook off Lily, he turned around and left.
"Your injury!" Lily said with concern, trying to pull him again, "Mr. Snape - is he again -"
"Lily!" Snape shouted to stop her from continuing, "I don't need anyone to help me - especially someone," he glanced at Harry, "who is dedicated to pleasing women."
I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything. Harry thought helplessly.
"How uneducated," Petunia's expression turned ugly almost instantly. Her disgust for Snape made her unable to restrain her expression of contempt, "Didn't your parents even teach you how to talk to others? If you want me to see it, Lily shouldn't care about you."
These words were much more powerful than Lily's hand. Snape almost immediately stopped, turned around, and looked at Petunia with a half-smile. Harry was very familiar with that look. Snape always had this expression before he started to taunt someone.
"Senior," Harry had to step forward to bear Snape's anger, "Lily is right - you don't look well. Although you are not allowed to use wands outside of school, I will try to read a few words for you. Spell."
Snape didn't appreciate it, but said sternly: "When it comes to using magic in a place like this - I thought there was at least some sense in your shiny brain, Bagshot."
"I just used the Ignore and Silence Charms," Harry said, "It's nothing, or we can find a private room in a teahouse - you see, we are wandering around and it's time to sit down and take a rest. "
"No need," Snape said stubbornly, "I'm not interested in -" he sneered, "ladies' leisurely tea party."
"Oh, don't worry, no one will invite someone like you to a tea party," Petunia couldn't help but said angrily, "Lily, Francis, leave him alone - an uneducated person will always be an uneducated person, just let He must be rotting in a corner alone."
"I'm even more surprised how you are willing to go to their tea party," Snape sneered at her, "I just want to say that Muggles will always be Muggles. For the sake of the same house, Bagshot, I advise you In a word, if a person who hates wizards can show kindness to you, it's not a change of heart, it's just superficial enough. You have to keep your eyes open and interact with your own kind."
Harry almost gritted his teeth to control his expression.
"Severus!" Lily said angrily, "You can't say that about Petunia! Oh my God, didn't you think about it when you said that, were you talking about my sister?"
"I was right," said Snape, "Muggles are Muggles. Even if she is your sister, she cannot be a wizard - a wizard like us."
There was something in his words, he simply saw through Petunia's thoughts and said it deliberately. Sure enough, Petunia bit her lips, her face began to turn pale again, she even clenched her fists and trembled all over.
"I don't allow you to say that about Petunia," Lily said loudly. If it weren't for the silencing spell, and they were standing at the entrance of the alley, they would have attracted the attention of passers-by outside. "She is my sister, no matter who we are." Muggle or wizard, we are all sisters - apologize! You must apologize to Petunia!"
Harry could feel Petunia and Snape tremble at the same time.
He sighed, and before Snape said anything more irrevocable, he reached out his hand very quickly and patted Snape's shoulder. The latter immediately avoided it out of caution, but as soon as Harry's fingers touched his shoulder, he It was as if a petrification spell had been cast on him, his whole body was stiff and unable to move.
Silent wandless curse! ! Damn Bagshot! !
"I'm sorry," he saw the junior bending towards him again, "I think you all need to calm down - Lily, let me do it."
Snape wanted to yell at him not to come near me, but he couldn't even move a finger at the moment. He could only watch this statuesque handsome junior squat down and roll up his trousers with furry edges, revealing the pieces cut by the glass shards. Lily opened a parasol to cover them, and then coaxed Petunia to turn around.
"I know you don't like - magic," Lily said cautiously, "You don't have to look at it for now, Petunia, we'll get over it in a moment."
However, perhaps because of the excitement of Snape's words, Petunia pushed Lily away forcefully.
"I want to see it," she said coldly, "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Snape could only see the boy squatting there, putting his right hand on the wound on his ankle, and couldn't help but shiver all over - it was difficult for him to let someone he didn't trust approach him like this. If possible, he wanted to curse Bagshot immediately and stay away from this place. He even recited the breaking curse quickly and silently - but unfortunately his level of spells was obviously not good enough. Without a wand and unable to make a sound, breaking the spell would not work.
He could only watch helplessly as Bagshot recited a spell, and the wound stung for a while, and a burst of white smoke came out, and then gradually disappeared; when the wound at that place healed, Bagshot stood up again, holding on to the wound. He looked at his slightly red and swollen wrists with a very focused look.
Snape watched him open his mouth as if to say something, his heart almost in his throat. But in the end, the mouth just opened, and then tightened. He saw that Bagshot didn't say anything, but just put his palm on his wrist.
In the hot summer, the hand was not hot, but was like an ice lump, freezing his wrist. When the swelling on his wrist subsided a little, the hand moved even further to cover his face, and with just one move, the swelling subsided. And then, as if he had clairvoyant eyes, the boy continued to roll up his sleeves and trouser legs, healing the bruises he had suffered from the collision.
"It's amazing." Lily sighed softly, "You really know everything, Frances."
But this is weird. Snape thought angrily.
Because Bagshot looked very calm when doing this. It wasn't the kind of pity that showed superiority, nor the kind of sarcasm that took pleasure in others' misfortune. His expression when he did this was very focused, like a priest who was seriously saying mass, without any expression, at most... intolerable?
It was a strange expression—it had no place in the face of a man like Bagshot.
wack. Snape concluded with a vengeance.
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Why do I always have feelings at night? Why...
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep...
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