Due to some reasons, a large number of users suddenly appeared unable to open the web page and access this site today. Please remember the domain name of this site (initial letter + org dot com,) to find your way home!
Petunia and Lily sat side by side on the sofa. One of the two girls had a book and was reading, and the other was staring at the TV watching a funny program. Mr. and Mrs. Evans went to bed early because they had to go to work tomorrow. They only told their daughters not to sleep. It was too late to linger here, so I went upstairs.
Although they had never advocated staying up late, since it was rare for the sisters to be so harmonious, they did not hesitate to make an exception for this.
While watching TV, Lily glanced at Petunia from the corner of her eyes from time to time - she always felt that Petunia had something to say to her, otherwise, with Petunia's self-disciplined and strict life habits, she wouldn't have done it so late. In the living room, let alone sitting with myself.
Maybe she wanted to talk to me about wizarding things. The girl couldn't help but have expectations in her heart. Maybe starting from today, Petunia is finally willing to learn about the magical world; maybe starting from today, Petunia will change and will no longer hate her as a witch and everything related to magic! Then their relationship will get better!
This is exactly the development Lily has dreamed of seeing.
And just as she expected, the living room that belonged to the two sisters did not remain silent for long. After only a few minutes, Petunia spoke up.
"Lily," her sister called to her in a hesitant, unsteady voice, "I have a question... I want to ask you."
Although she was talking, maybe she was too thin-skinned. She did not look at Lily, but still stared at her book tightly, without moving her eyes to look at her sister. But if you look carefully, you can still find that when she speaks, her chin unconsciously lifts higher, and her thin neck silently tightens a little.
Lily immediately abandoned the joke show she was talking about, sat upright, moved towards Petunia, put her hands on her legs, and sat upright.
"No problem, Petunia," she said quickly, "What do you want to know? As long as I know it, I will tell you."
Petunia's lips twitched.
"Are all—I mean, all pureblood wizards," she asked, "like your—friends? So rich, so well-mannered, and looking so—" She stuck on an adjective superior.
"Cute?" Lily added the adjective for her.
There was a little confusion on Petunia's face - probably because she was confused about her sister's aesthetics.
"...I want to say beautiful and dazzling." She said, "He is quite kind, but 'cute'?"
Lily blinked, not surprised when Petunia said this: "I don't know why you all say that - my female friends always say that he doesn't look very close, but I think, even if he has German ancestry, the little Francis can also be called cute, even that idiot Potter thinks so, he is always extra friendly to him."
"Cute is too crude a word to describe." Petunia couldn't help but say, "His hair is like gold and his eyes are like gems——"
When she realized that she was praising a boy's appearance, she changed it into an alternative qualifying sentence: "-I mean, he looks like an expensive piece of art. I don't use cute. To describe the kind of antique collection in the Louvre, if he doesn’t speak, he will look a little...serious."
Lily tilted her head a little strangely, recalling the scene when she and Frances were together.
"I don't think so." She thought of the boy smiling at her today, and of those cold but smiling eyes, and felt that she couldn't help but giggle, "I think he is always approachable. .”
"Maybe that's for you." When Petunia said this, she couldn't help but feel an unbalanced sense of loss in her heart, "He likes you very much——"
"——Like me like a friend," Lily interrupted her, "I have met his roommate Regulus Black, who is also his friend, and he is just as good to him... Really, Petunia, I I said before that he is not my boyfriend, and I will never invite suitors as guests." She rubbed her arms, "If you insist on saying that he is pursuing me, I will feel uncomfortable... Merlin, that feels so strange."
Lily curiously imagined some more romantic scenes, and then trembled... If one day, she wanted to date the cute little Frances, or even kiss her, then she might end the relationship immediately, because the feeling was... Like kissing your own thumb, there is no spark of love at all.
"Is he so polite and funny to other girls?" Petunia couldn't help but ask, this time she looked at Lily, "I mean, similar to...your friends or something?"
Lily thought about it for a moment, and then said uncertainly: "...There are not many such situations, because I often hang out with Severus, and he is not familiar with them. I don't think Francis can even remember their names."
Petunia sensitively sensed something was wrong.
"You have female friends," she frowned, "You often meet him and that bastard, but none of your female friends are familiar with him - don't you guys go to class together? Don't you guys stay together after class? Already?"
"Don't call Severus that, Petunia," Lily said. "It's not his fault that his father didn't treat him well. He's not born a bad person."
"You didn't answer my question," Petunia said sharply, "Are the girls in your college not hanging out with you? Do they hate you?"
When she asked this, she was still a little unbelievable, because in her impression, no one could hate Lily.
Lily sighed.
"They don't hate me, they hate Severus and little Francis, because they are both Slytherin students," Lily tried to explain the situation clearly, "Hogwarts has a serious situation of house opposition... Well, it's like a class hates each other. The same as the classmates in the other class, no matter whether there are completely good people among them, as long as they are in the same camp, they will be hated by the people on the other side. Moreover, little Francis comes from a wizard family with a very terrible reputation...I am not sure, Just heard."
"Scary?" Petunia's face turned a little pale, "What kind of horror?"
He is so good, what kind of fame can make them think he is a bad person? He could even... tolerate people like Snape! How remarkable!
At least, Petunia herself was extremely disdainful of saying a word to Snape.
Lily hesitated. In fact, the fact that Francis may be a Grindelwald has not been confirmed by herself. If she tells Petunia now what the surname Grindelwald represents, it may destroy the good impression Petunia has finally built up on the wizard.
"This is a bit complicated to say and has to do with the history of the wizarding world," she said, "but in my opinion, it doesn't matter - Francis' family is far away in Germany, and his guardian entrusted him to a dear friend. , and the latter took him to his relatives, who were said to be a very knowledgeable, gentle and kind witch. Don’t be afraid, Petunia, it is immature to judge a person by his surname, don’t you think little Francis too? Are you nice?"
Petunia hesitated, then nodded.
“He is,” Petunia said, “the most educated, kindest, humblest and most knowledgeable man I have ever met—knowledge that even I cannot understand, but he understands.”
Am I not excellent? Lily felt a little jealous in her heart, but then she saw it openly - her family and the people she knew were not the same standard.
"I didn't expect him to know about physics and biology," she leaned closer, "I'm telling you, he was proficient in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts in school. He likes sweets. Even Potter often Stuff him with snacks..."
Finally, after several moves, Lily finally managed to get close to Petunia. She leaned close to her sister's ear, like sisters in a normal family, whispering to her in a low voice about her friends.
…………
Harry and Draco stood shoulder to shoulder, one holding a bucket of steaming fried chicken, the other holding a bag of freshly baked bread, standing at one end of Spider End Alley.
"Even if you are very hungry," Harry said helplessly, "you don't have to bring so many things out, right?"
They had dinner at Charles' house, and the portion was very 'healthy'. But after they came out, Draco still dragged him to a bakery and a fast food restaurant to buy fried chicken and baked goods, saying they were for midnight snacks. , but Harry discovered that there were even two cans of Coke among them.
These things make the two of them look like teenagers who have been poisoned by high-calorie food; but unlike ordinary teenagers, they do not sit on the sofa and feast, but stand on the street at night, looking for The house numbers looked a little hazy under the street lights, trying to find the one I was familiar with.
"Don't talk nonsense. Think about how much I've eaten today. Those pockets can only hold snacks! I remember that Professor Snape lived at...16...17...18...19!" Draco followed. He looked for the house numbers one by one, and then his eyes lit up, "It's that building!"
After he finished speaking, he took out a piece of fried chicken with his handkerchief and started to chew on it. Normally, he might think it's too rude to eat directly like this, but Merlin's socks, when the smell of fried chicken is wafting in front of your nose, do you have to find a quiet place to eat before you start? The appetizing aroma of oil and seasonings made him swallow his saliva involuntarily.
Don't get me wrong, Harry is a great cook, but like many teenagers, the occasional fried chicken is a necessity in life.
Harry watched him finish a piece of fried chicken in several bites, throw the bones into the trash can not far away, and shook his head.
All I can say is that hunger really makes people crazy...
"It's your turn, hurry up," Draco said, "Ignore the spell."
Harry freed a hand and directed his magic to cast the Ignore Charm on both of them. Then, like thieves entering an empty house, they swaggered towards the dusty house at No. 19 Spider End Lane, holding the two paper bags containing food.
This is a completely different house than Harry's maternal grandparents' house. Although it is considered a single-family house, it is crowded together with many similar houses; it is not two-story, with a small garden, and beautiful like the Evans house. From the appearance, you can tell that it only has the size of two bedrooms and one living room. In other words, if you think about it roughly, parents can live in one room and children can live in another room. Likewise, this house does not have rows of windows that are so big and bright. The only small window is covered from the inside by thick curtains, and the contents inside cannot be seen from the outside.
"Are you sure this is where Professor Snape lives?" Harry looked carefully and made sure no one was there before lying on the window edge. "I don't want to break into other people's homes."
"Imagine what could be happening behind the curtain," Draco said. "You're preventing a domestic violence incident."
"I know, but if you're mistaken, aren't we 'trespassing'?" Harry said.
"I've been here less than ten times when I was a kid," Draco said.
Harry gave him a strange look: "I thought what you called 'childhood' came through the fireplace."
Draco's expression froze.
"I snuck out while Godfather was doing other things," Draco slapped him angrily, "Hurry up!"
Harry shrugged, first turned his head, and put his ear close to the window. After listening for a while, his ears were more sensitive than ordinary people, and he soon heard the sound: "-There was a quarrel inside!"
"As I said, I'm definitely not wrong." Draco said.
Then he gently raised his hand and turned it around. The curtains that were tightened from the inside opened a gap automatically, and the window was gently and silently unlocked and opened. After that, Draco consciously Moving closer, the two of them looked in through the gap.
This house was like the opposite of the Evans house they had seen during the day: numerous clutter and some simple furniture made the originally small space even smaller, and some wine bottle fragments lay scattered on the ground. , no one cares about it; there is no light in the house, only one light is turned on, which makes the face of the man standing in the middle look disgusting.
Harry and Draco, who were lying down together outside to watch, could easily find that this man had a big aquiline nose, and many of his facial features were very similar to the adult Snape. The difference was that this man's face had a much more embarrassed expression than Snape's, and it was also red from alcohol - or perhaps the redness contained anger. His brows were almost twisted together with the flesh on his forehead, like a juicer, squeezing out all the happy parts of his body.
Opposite him was a plainly dressed woman. Her black hair was tied up high and a little messy, and she didn't wear any jewelry. Judging from the facial features, she is not a very beautiful type, but her face has a kind of gloominess and coldness like "Professor Snape". Unlike Snape, even if the man is roaring at her, this gloominess and coldness are not there. Any reaction to the man's roar.
"——You are all freaks who only bring bad luck to others, and even hurt me!" The man roared loudly, his eyes seemed to burst out of fire, "You actually watched your son murder your husband , how dare you watch him murder his father! I will take you all to the police station and let you people have a taste of prison!!"
Snape, who was firmly pinned by his mother behind him, was glaring at his father when he heard this and let out a sneer. But just when he was about to open his mouth, his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, which made him look at his mother in disbelief.
He couldn't use magic spells during the holidays, and there was only one person in the house who could cast magic - his mother.
She actually didn't allow her son to say anything to his father that could anger him!
In the eyes of the two boys outside the window, this lady was very strange: she bore the man's curses one by one without saying a word, and she just covered her son tightly behind her without a word of retort. Her face was pale, her eyes were lowered, and there was no sparkle in her eyes. She looked like any ordinary woman who was resigned to the situation, rather than a witch with magical powers. They all believed that judging from Professor Snape's level, his mother should also have it. With his considerable magic power, it is very simple to overthrow this man.
And when the man finally finished venting his anger and even reached out to punch and slap his wife a few times - Harry stopped Draco in time, whose eyes were red with anger - he walked out angrily and threw the door panel behind him. , left this house, as well as the silent wife and son who couldn't open his mouth in the house.
"For Merlin's sake," Draco wanted to open Harry's head and take a look, "Are you going to stop me too?! Are you just going to watch him hit someone?"
"That's too obvious," Harry hurriedly followed the man leaving the house and hissed at Draco. "Hindered by unknown forces, it was easy for him to blame the problem on the lady and Professor Snape, and think that they were getting worse. Didn't you see that if the lady wanted to fight back, she would have done so already. Since she wasn't going to fight back, we can't let this situation get worse because of us! We don't know Where is that lady’s bottom line!”
It's not that Harry has never seen examples of domestic violence - perpetrators are often very paranoid. If you warn him once, or if he encounters something bad in his life, then he is very likely to commit further violence again immediately, because Those victims themselves are the targets of his venting, no matter the reason.
Therefore, if you want to teach this man a small lesson, you need to be vigilant.
...Oh, why am I so skilled? After Harry came to his senses, he reflected on himself with a little shame.
The man, the old Mr. Snape, walked very fast, but he seemed to be affected by something and staggered as he walked. Harry and Draco were not slow either. They followed him, but he didn't even look back.
"Where is he going?" After following him for a while, Harry felt a little strange. At first, he thought this gentleman was going to drink, but looking at his direction, he seemed to be a bit far away from the nearby pub. "Draco, let's teach him a lesson." What kind of place do you need—a small alley?"
"Let's see what he's going to do first," Draco glanced at him with disdain, "We're not just putting on sacks and beating sap, we're a little creative."
After saying that, he stretched his hand towards Harry's chest... Just when Harry was inexplicably nervous, he found Draco taking a piece of croissant with ham from the bread bag he was holding, and he immediately couldn't laugh or cry. , let him chew the bread.
After the two of them followed for a while, they discovered that Professor Snape's father came to the door of an inconspicuous-looking house and knocked on the door. Soon, a woman came out and welcomed him in.
Harry: "…………"
Draco: "…………"
They both looked at each other, then found themselves speechless.
"Tell me," Harry said dryly, "does he come here so late to drink, gamble, or... go on a date with that lady?"
"You can put it more bluntly," Draco said with disdain, "those words are prostitute, woman and 'affair'."
“Language, mind the language!”
When Harry heard this word, his facial features were all distorted - when he first followed Draco, he didn't expect to see such a thing!
…………
Eileen Snape stretched out her arm silently and used alcohol to treat the wound scratched by the glass. However, since she only had one hand, her movements were very difficult.
At first, her son just looked at her angrily and made no move, as if he was angry with his mother, but in the end, he couldn't watch his mother working so hard without doing anything. He pursed his lips, took the cotton ball from his mother's hand, and applied the medicine to her.
The mother and son were doing everything in silence under the dim light, and neither one took the initiative to speak to the other. After a while of silence, the boy could not help but angrily ask his mother questions.
"...Why did you take away my potion?" He said through gritted teeth, "I want to make him regret it, let him be quiet for the whole holiday, let him get the price and learn a lesson——"
His mother didn't even move her eyebrows, her pale face still had that gloomy and cold look, as if she wasn't the one being bullied.
"Even potions have their own value," she said for the first time in the evening, "and this value has nothing to do with your misuse of them."
"Are you saying he's not worth wasting the potion?" Snape's expression improved a little.
His mother turned and looked at him deeply.
"No," she said darkly, "because you made a mistake—using your gift to hurt others? It's not worth it."
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
wow! ! ! I'm so stupid! ! ! ! ! Why didn’t I read it before posting it? ! ! ! !
The synopsis has been deleted, I promise there won’t be a next time. Wuwuwuwu. When I woke up and took a look at the update, I almost turned into Munch’s cry...
………………………………………………………………
My waist and abdomen feel uncomfortable after sitting for a long time otz
I usually don’t feel any pain, maybe it’s because I haven’t been in normal condition for two months.
It is God who wants to destroy Zhongliang!
Ahem, this is the first time that Mrs. Irene has really started to figure it out. Please don’t make a conclusion based on the performance of one chapter just yet.
And I promise there will be information about Lao Fu in the next chapter=. =I wanted to write three chapters in a row, but I still couldn’t finish it after rewriting it.
————————————————————
By the way, I’m sorry, I’m really pissed off today! Dog folding paper, I have never seen a more stingy replica than you. Can you tell me what else you can do with this replica besides drawing cards! ! ! ! !
I spent a few times on krypton alone without getting any money. I bought a 30 gift pack and it was sold out in ten consecutive rounds for the first time. It’s not a universal currency. Did my money come from the strong wind?
I haven’t spent money for a long time, and my mentality has collapsed. QAQ wants everyone to kiss each other before I can continue writing articles.
I know this flag is often not on time, but I still have to say that the next update will be on the 12th (of course I think it is very likely that it will still be late, which is very stressful)
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2020-04-06 01:41:05~2020-04-10 02:51:30~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: littlewing 1;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Gu Wufei 1;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Haike 130 bottles; Umna 80 bottles; Fu Ying, Ye Yu, I Love Chrysanthemum, Jiu Ge 20 bottles; pochaccomimi, Tu Zhi, Luo Yu Guitang, Jiu You 10 bottles; Jiang Zhi , 5 bottles of Feluo; 3 bottles of Jinxuan Cathy; 1 bottle of One Garlic, Bailey Meno, and Moon Night Shura;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
