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Mrs. Evans, who was reading a magazine, was startled when the door banged open. Before she could raise her head to see what was going on, she heard a thumping sound. When she raised her head, she could only hear her little daughter swish and push something upstairs so quickly that she didn't even see it clearly. What is that? And behind her, there are Petunia and little Frances with unhappy faces. The latter is talking to the former in a good voice. The two of them are carrying a gift bag from the bookstore and slowly walking out of the door. Come in.
These two people were not in a hurry and had time to say hello to Mrs. Evans when they came in.
"Oh, I thought you would be strolling on the street until the afternoon," Mrs. Evans put down the magazine and stood up, "What's wrong with Lily? What happened to you? Do you need my help, honey?"
"That's right, ma'am," Harry replied politely, "one of our classmates sent us a letter - the poor messenger hit his head on the too clean glass of the cafe and fainted. , we rushed back to do some treatment for it so that it could return to its owner in good health. Besides, an eagle flew over the city, which was too conspicuous, so we decided to come back first ——Madam, please stay downstairs and pay attention to safety. The pets raised by our classmates who are wizards are quite vicious."
Mrs. Evans was very easy to deal with. She promised not to go upstairs and disturb her, but her curiosity was also very strong: "What kind of pet is that?"
"That stupid beast accepted our rescue and looked arrogant." Petunia's face grew long, and she didn't look very happy. Her voice was loud enough to be heard upstairs, "If you ask me, who belongs to a wizard? No matter what, anything without education is also without education."
"Petunia, dear, watch your language," Mrs. Evans said with a headache, "That's just a pet. Oh, sorry, dear, Petunia didn't mean anything else-"
"It's okay - Petunia, Petunia," Harry said quickly, "Come on, I'm afraid Lily won't be able to handle it alone - Lily!" He said pretendingly, "Are you okay? Is it okay?"
"I won't go up there," Petunia said while struggling internally, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help."
"I don't agree with this, Petunia. Without you, Lily would probably quarrel with 'it'. We really, really need an older and mature person to help."
As he spoke, Harry gently pushed Petunia's shoulder, and the two of them walked upstairs together, getting faster and faster - this method was very effective, and Petunia felt strangely as soon as she felt his hand touch her back. He became a little more docile, and after hearing what Harry said, he stopped struggling and was pushed upstairs silently.
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If the Petrification Curse hadn't been still working on Snape, he would have jumped up immediately. Look what that Petunia is saying about him, 'stupid beast', 'uneducated thing'! !
——And that little German guy actually dared to petrify him on the street, and even proposed to Lily to take him away!
Even Potter wasn't so blatant! Ha, sure enough, relying on one's own magic ability, arrogantly doing whatever he wants to others... To be honest, this is indeed what a pureblood of noble birth would do. This person who is always good at putting on pretense has now revealed his true nature!
Lily awkwardly and gently placed him, who was as stiff as a stone, on a chair in her room.
"Petunia doesn't know you and said bad things to you, and that's her problem," she explained, a little angry, "but it's also wrong for you to say that about her - I don't like it when you say that about me. Sister, you clearly know that I hate this, Severus, you can't take out your anger on my sister! It's not her fault that she is a Muggle, you can't look down on her just because of this."
——Does that mean Muggle know what 'polite' is?
Snape cursed in his heart, but unfortunately he could only listen after being petrified and was not given the right to refute.
"That's because you said Frances was 'pleasing with women.'" This was not the first day Lily had been his friend. Her green eyes widened and her tone became dangerous, "Never mind what you think about it. Frances’s prejudice, do you think that being friendly to women is a disgraceful behavior? Hmm? Is that what you mean?”
Snape was quite grateful that he had fallen into the Petrifying Curse at the moment - facing Lily's wrath was never a good thing.
Draco, who arrived upstairs first and started to watch, couldn't help but take a few steps back - although Lily only inherited one pair of eyes to her son, at this moment, when the young girl started to stare, Draco still had the feeling The illusion of returning to first grade.
For Merlin's sake, he had been beaten several times for his attitude towards others at that time. Harry's eyes glaring at him were so familiar to him, they were almost exactly the same as Lily's look now.
Fortunately, the fire extinguisher arrived quickly. Petunia and Harry came to Lily's room one after another.
"Oh," Lily said quickly, "Petunia, you can sit on my bed, Francis, and I'll move a chair for you."
"No, no," Harry waved his hand quickly, "If you don't mind, I can just sit on the floor - we Slytherins are really not that squeamish." He said half-jokingly, and looked at this place at Peter's speed, eh , the room that belonged to his mother.
This is not a pink room. It has a normal size and a small balcony. It has light-colored wallpaper, white blinds and curtains, a soft-looking bed, etc... The most attractive Harry's was still part of the desk, and the part where things could be placed was filled with notebooks and books of varying thicknesses, as well as a pink photo frame with normal, still photos inside.
Harry could see little Lily and - um, little Snape, um, including his little aunt in the photo. It looked like Mr. and Mrs. Evans had taken a picture of the children. Needless to say, the expressions of little Petunia and little Snape were not very beautiful. The unhappy expressions on their faces were exactly the same; but the little red-haired girl was wearing a beautiful sundress and hugged them both. A very beautiful smile.
Petunia, who noticed Harry looking at the photo, also looked over and then shook as if she had been stung.
"Why do you still keep this photo!" Petunia could hardly help but scream and even trembled. She pointed at the photo frame as if it was something very evil, "I told you to - whatever Whatever you want to do with it, throw it away or burn it!"
"You said you let me do whatever I wanted," Lily looked surprised and innocent, "but you didn't say I couldn't put it in the frame, Petunia."
Petunia was speechless at this defence, and Harry had to work hard not to laugh. He walked over in a few steps and checked Snape's condition. Considering that he needed to check the other person's muscle condition, he reached out and patted Snape, lifting the petrification spell.
Snape jumped up almost immediately: "Bagshot, you damn bastard——"
He rushed towards the blond man in front of him, intending to punch him, but Harry dodged almost as soon as the curse was lifted, and easily went around behind him, pressing down Snape's shoulder with one hand. He kicked the chair forward again - Snape felt an irresistible force pressing down on him, and he had to sit back on the chair.
There is something odd about it. Snape thought angrily. It is common sense that people who look fragile often do not have great strength. However, this young master who looks like a pampered young man looks elegant, but in fact he is so rough with his hands.
"Your family will weep for their education," he hissed like a snake. "They raised a rude Muggle child who only uses his strength to force others to do what they do. What you don’t want to do, ah, how could I forget, this is exactly the style of your ancestors——"
"I don't think this is rude," Harry said, completely immune to Snape's words. "Senior, you wouldn't say that to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing."
"That's different," Snape said.
"What's the difference? We'll give you treatment." Harry held him down calmly and raised one of his arms, twisting it slightly. "I haven't yelled at you like she did, asking you to lie on the bed. Woolen cloth."
Lily burst into laughter, and Petunia looked at her inexplicably. She immediately leaned into her sister's ear and whispered about how every time Snape got into a fight with someone in the hospital wing, the owner there would yell at these boys— - What she said was so vivid that Petunia couldn't help but feel happy.
"You deserve it." Petunia forgot to hate wizards for a moment and sneered, "What the lady did was really wise."
Snape immediately gave her a killing look, and even opened his mouth to say something, but immediately, Harry pinched the fingers of one of his hands, and nothing came out.
"What's wrong with you," Harry sighed, "You've dislocated your finger - are you able to walk out of the house like nothing happened? Doesn't it hurt?"
He moved a bit and performed manual repositioning treatment on Snape with skillful techniques. With a click, Snape's complexion improved slightly - no matter how small the dislocation was, it would still hurt. Harry didn't know how Snape could tolerate the pain, but Why would anyone want to be in pain all the time?
"Is he okay?" Lily approached with concern, pulling her friend to look around, "Oh my God...it's been so long, is Mr. Snape still like this? Why didn't you tell me?"
Harry looked at Snape's face and wisely did not ask what 'that' meant, but for him, such a situation was not difficult to guess. When a child has two parents but does not have suitable clothes to wear and is covered with bruises, or, by chance, the child's family economic conditions seem to be very poor, then there is no other option except domestic violence. Poverty will always lead to conflicts. intensified.
In addition to financial conditions, magic is also a big contradiction. This is not the first time Harry has seen this situation: when a pair of parents has a mutant child, although there are parents who love the child, it causes family disputes. There are many examples.
Harry sometimes followed Charles to greet students, and even heard parents blaming each other for bringing strange genes into their families, making their children strange, etc... Harry could say he hated seeing this happen. of.
However, Harry also knew that human feelings were not the same, and if he expressed pity, Snape would not express gratitude.
"I have solved the problem temporarily." Snape had to repeat his situation under Lily's pestering, "He is asleep now - no threat. From now on, I will use my method to solve the problem -" He said and glanced at Harry, "——I also hope that some people will not have excessive curiosity to explore other people's privacy, and keep their mouths shut. I believe that in the entire Hogwarts, only Sirius Black will persist in doing so. This kind of thing.”
"I'm not interested in other people's privacy." Harry said sensibly, "If that's what you want to hear, Senior Snape. I just can't stand to see my classmates go without treatment when they're hurt."
"You're totally meddling," Snape said unappreciatively. "I'll get treatment."
"We shouldn't care about him," Petunia said forcefully, "He never learns to be grateful."
Harry didn't retort forcefully, he just glanced at Snape and shook his head slowly, but his expression annoyed Snape more than pity - it was as if the other person had seen through his heart.
"If you didn't tell me that you were injured again," Lily raised her voice and raised her voice, "I doubt you would go to the community hospital in time! I know you, when I was ten years old, I saw your head There was an injury. You told me that you accidentally fell, but later the doctor diagnosed you with a concussion——"
"Lily!"
Snape clicked his tongue loudly and asked Lily hard with his eyes to stop talking, because there was 'someone who shouldn't exist standing here'. Harry stood aside, feeling a discomfort that was hard to ignore.
No child deserves to be treated like this, no, not even if this person is Snape who tries to kill him with his eyes in every class... If he were still Harry, still a Xavier, he would immediately quarrel with Snape and yell at him Describing various possible impacts if he continues to tolerate such a family and such a life, he will immediately discuss with his father how to suppress or correct this situation while protecting Snape's own life, perhaps children's services Agencies can help right away.
"Francis," Petunia looked at him in a daze and thought he was hurt by Snape's words, so she boldly pulled his arm, "Don't stay here, come down with me, I'll make you tea and... Get some snacks. Or, I'll get you some books to read..."
When she spoke to Harry, her tone became more than a little better, and her gray eyes kept looking at him: "You don't have to stand here and let this kind of person embarrass you." At this point, she glanced at Snape contemptuously. Apparently, she swallowed back more unpleasant words.
How amazing. Snape despised my aunt for being a Muggle, but my aunt also despised Snape for coming from a bad family. Harry thought.
"That sounds good," Harry said, "but please give me a moment, Petunia."
He cleared his throat and began to concentrate on reciting a long spell - directed at the only injured person in the room.
Snape keenly realized that this magic was definitely going to fall on him, and almost jumped up to stop him, but Lily also reacted in an instant and held him down.
"He won't do anything to you!" Lily said, "Merlin, Severus, please be nice, okay?"
As he spoke, Harry finished reciting the spell, and some lights of different colors flashed on Snape. Harry recalled the colors of these lights one by one, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"There's no big problem," he said to Lily sincerely, "It's just some malnutrition and low blood sugar - caused by staying up late and overexertion -"
"Bagshot!" Snape wanted to tear his mouth apart, "Shut up!"
He grabbed a handful of something from his pocket and threw it out, but Harry waved his hand casually, and a gust of wind blew the powder away in the opposite direction, and even some of it hit Snape's own face - he was so angry that He forgot to hold his breath and fell down immediately.
"Ah!" Petunia screamed and quickly grabbed Harry's arm, "What vicious and strange thing did he throw at you?!"
"It's okay, it's okay," Harry desperately said that he was okay, and stood in front of her, looking down to see if Snape was still breathing steadily, "It's okay, Lily, Petunia, it looks like it's just some sleeping powder."
"I'm sorry, he is really - ugh! I'm so angry." Lily stamped her feet, very angry, but looking at Snape's miserable condition, she was very discouraged.
"Write me some advice, Frances, about Severus' health," she said seriously as she picked up Snape's fallen body from the floor. Since she had seen too many fight scenes at Hogwarts, she didn't know much about it. Flustered, "I will find an opportunity to supervise him and let him treat himself well."
Draco, on the other hand, stood stunned - although he didn't know why he should be surprised in the first place.
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Since this was a two-person trip, even though Harry was very nostalgic, after chatting with Lily and Petunia (Snape slept on the floor, Lily gave him a blanket and called Mrs. Snape), he still Declined the dinner invitation from Mr. and Mrs. Evans.
This made all the members of the Evans family very regretful. Even Petunia couldn't help but try to persuade him to stay, saying that she still had some interesting books and textbooks. If he was really interested in scientific development, she could lend them to him. Lily even held his hand, feeling very reluctant to let him go.
In just one day, the atmosphere between her and Petunia became much better. It was like... they were missing such a considerate little brother to join them. And from the bottom of her heart, Lily is also willing to treat him as her little brother, chatting and living with him every day.
He was the best pure-blood wizard she had ever seen: neither arrogant nor self-deprecating, friendly yet gentle, knowledgeable yet humble, kind and considerate.
She could say without hesitation that he was the best-natured wizard she knew.
"I'm very grateful for your kindness." Although he had to refuse, Harry was so happy to be retained by his maternal grandparents so kindly, which made the smile never fall from his face, "But There are still people at home waiting for me to go back for dinner. Thank you, and I will definitely visit again if I have the chance."
"You must come and play when you have time," Mrs. Evans almost couldn't bear to let go of his hand. "Is someone coming to pick you up? Is it a long way for you to go back alone?"
"How about this? I'll drive you," Mr. Evans said immediately with concern. "It won't take much trouble."
"It's really okay, thank you, ma'am," Harry said, dumbfounded, "I can just go out and take the knight bus - Lily must have taken that one too. Thank you for your kindness, sir, but I live in a wizard's village. You can’t drive a car there – you can really just send it here.”
"Come here, bring the snacks my mother made and help us say hello to your great-grandmother. Also, I'll lend these to you," Lily said, taking some Muggle books and her experience notebook from Petunia's hand, and handed them to Harry. , winked at him again, "Remember to return it to me in person - no owls allowed."
What else could Harry say, he could only nod.
"As you wish, ma'am." He bowed gracefully and began to walk out. Before he could draw his wand, he looked back reluctantly.
The Evans family did not go back to the house directly, but looked at him together and waved to him - it was not until he pulled out his wand and boarded the Knight Bus that the family relaxed, returned to the house, and lit the lights.
Harry got on the bus, found a place to sit down, and immediately, with a flash, Draco appeared beside him, took out a few Galleons and handed them to the conductor who looked shocked, and sat down.
Harry looked up at him - just looking, not speaking.
"There's still a chance," Draco said.
Harry nodded.
"There's still time," Draco added.
Harry nodded a little slower.
"You can still come and see them," Draco said with emphasis.
Harry sighed and shook his head. The side he was sitting on was originally close to the street where Lily lived, but even though he leaned against the window, as soon as the car started to drive, the house and the street quickly moved away from him.
Those sunshine, those love, those laughter, will eventually disappear in the fleeting time gap just as quickly.
It doesn't matter. Harry comforted himself in his heart. Just knowing they are nice people is enough. This is already the extra part, and it is enough.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter……
Think of something else. Think about other things you need to do. You must have other things you can focus on. Think about it, think about it quickly.
Something else...
"Snape doesn't know what will happen," Harry suddenly said to Draco, "Do you want to go see him sometime? If we are careful, he won't find out."
"..." Draco looked at Harry's face, remained silent for a few seconds, opened his mouth, and finally swallowed back some words.
"Why don't you go home first and see if your father has eaten well?" he said, "and then we will go out to play a game in the evening."
"Game?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Let's make some trouble for the bastard who dared to -" Draco blurted out the title of Godfather - slap at me.
Harry's eyes widened: "Do you want me to go fight with you?"
This time it was Draco who raised an eyebrow.
"There's no way to find trouble without beating him up," Draco said. "You have some technical skills, you simple-thinking Ravenclaw."
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My aunt has been resting in pain for a few days. The next update will be on the 8th.
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