When Tobias Snape woke up again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed. His left foot and right hand were raised high and tied with a plaster, while his annoying wife sat aside, doing some simple needlework.
"...What the hell is going on with this?!"
He struggled to say these words.
"You fell into a sewer without a manhole cover," his wife said indifferently. "The people working there rescued you and sent you to the hospital. Your hands and legs need to recuperate."
These cold words immediately filled Mr. Snape's chest with anger.
"What's your attitude?" Mr. Snape considered that this was a hospital and restrained himself from yelling at his wife. "I'm lying here, and you have nothing else to say except explaining things?"
"I will bring you meals and clean clothes every day." Mrs. Snape seemed not to hear the accusation. "We will go home when you can be discharged from the hospital."
After saying that, she stood up, poured a glass of water for Mr. Snape, and brought it to his mouth with a straw.
"Did they pay compensation?" Mr. Snape growled, "Those people - just took away the manhole cover like that - caused me -"
"There are hints there," said Mrs. Snape, "so I guess it's not the fault of those who worked and there will be no compensation."
Mr. Snape cast a suspicious look on his wife's face: "Hint? I didn't see the hint!"
"Anyone can see the hint," Mrs. Snape said calmly as she picked up an apple she had brought and peeled it.
"No," Mr. Snape didn't know why his wife would lie to him like this, "You're lying - there was no hint there!" He then deepened his suspicion, "Did you steal the compensation money without authorization, so you lied to me like this? I’m warning you, that’s my money—”
"Mr. Snape!" A tall nurse came over and said angrily, "Please don't make any noise here!"
She glanced at Mrs. Snape with pity - the bruised wife and the bad-tempered husband. Anyone with experience would know what happened.
Mrs. Snape didn't complain. She just sat there as always, doing something for her husband with an indifferent expression, until Mr. Snape fell asleep impatiently, and then walked away quietly.
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When Harry returned to Godric's Valley with Draco, he was shocked.
As soon as he landed, he chatted with Draco and walked towards the house. As a result, he was almost back to Bathilda's house, but before he saw Bathilda, he first saw his father and godfather sitting at the table in the front yard. Drink tea.
Both teenagers were wearing white shirts, their hair was messy, and James was nibbling on Bathilda's most famous crucible cake.
"Quick," Harry told Draco quickly, winking at him desperately, "There's a situation."
"...You really can't hang out with your brother's group after you go back," Draco trembled his lips and quickly found the invisible brooch. "Your tone sounds like you're saying, 'Here comes the cop.'"
This is the tone of Peter and his group of bad friends who get into trouble together.
Harry glared at him, then walked around behind the two people chatting and eating snacks at Bathilda, and coughed.
"Merlin's socks!" James jumped up, laughing and patting his shoulder. "When did you come back!"
"You should ask him where he came from," Sirius shouted with a raised eyebrow. "It's so silent, man."
Harry followed Draco's example and glanced at Sirius lightly. He didn't speak to him, but just smiled at James: "Just now - I didn't even know you were here to play. You should have written to tell me. Bathilda is here. where?"
Strangely, before he finished speaking, he saw that James's expression became weird. It seemed to be trying hard to express a menacing feeling, but it always collapsed before it could reach the point. Finally, the expression solidified into something similar to The degree of 'grievance'.
"Did I ask the wrong question?" Harry said a little at a loss, "Well, I just asked where Bathilda is?"
"She went shopping with her friends," Sirius replied, "And I thought Forky had another question for you." He suppressed a smile and said, "Someone caused trouble for themselves yesterday."
"?" Harry had a bad feeling, "...you have a question to ask me? What's the trouble? I wasn't at home yesterday -"
"——You have the nerve to say that," James complained, slapping him on the chest, causing Harry to say 'oh' in confusion, "You! You! You can! Go! to Lily's house! Be a guest!!!" Tell me, did you spend the night at her house?"
Harry was dumbfounded by the outpouring of... let's say complaints.
Sirius looked at his stunned look and laughed so much that he punched the table.
"Don't blame him, dear," said Sirius, "Prongs and I came to see you yesterday, and found out that you were a guest - don't tell me that you went to the Evans house! If he didn't like you enough, he would now I can challenge you to a duel!"
"That's why?!" Harry said in shock, "This is so stupid! I was just invited as a friendly guest! As a friend!"
"Listen to what you said - she 'invited' you to be a guest!" James jumped up, "I asked her if I could ask her out to play during the holidays, but she didn't even give me an address where I could write to her! But she I take the initiative to invite you as a guest!"
His tone was sour: "Tell me, Frances, how did she introduce you to the respected Mr. and Mrs. Evans, her favorite junior? Did they like you particularly? So they kept you for dinner and overnight."
He also looked at Harry's clothes and became a little suspicious, "Is this what you wore to meet them?"
Sirius added fuel to the fire: "It's not that I don't support you, Prongs, let alone the shirt. Even if our little Francis goes to see them in a skirt, he can still please them - after all, he is so beautiful. little thing."
Harry looked at the simple shirt and pants he was wearing and felt crows cackling in the sky. At this moment, he really wanted to look up at the sky.
"I'm not, I didn't," Harry said to James first, "No, no, don't look at me like that, I didn't spend the night at Evans' house, don't think too much about it! I just went to visit my cousin!"
Then he looked at Sirius expressionlessly, who had a look of gloating on his face.
"Don't call me 'honey'. If you want to fight, just say so." He also imitated the opponent's raised eyebrows, took a step forward with one foot, raised his chin, and said condescendingly, "I won't mind if the opponent has a wand in his hand." It’s all useless.”
"This is a bit bullying. I'm not fluent in wandless magic." Sirius stood up and said 'bullying', but he himself raised his chin without flinching. "But neither does Gryffindor." Afraid of the challenge, do you want to initiate a duel?"
Harry couldn't help but tilt his chin a little higher - honestly it made his neck hurt - trying to make his eyes look aggressive.
"Hey, hey, hey!" James stopped between the two of them, "Don't go off topic! It's not my mission today to prevent you two from fighting!"
"So, is this why you came to me?" Harry snorted, and then said seriously, "I won't ask you how you knew I went to Lily's house. Bathilda must have said something - in order to avoid There will be similar troubles in the future. Listen to me, James - Lily and I are really just friends. There is no room for us to develop, do you understand? Can you repeat that? "
James clutched his chest as if someone had stabbed him there, with a comical sadness on his face.
"I still don't understand," he said with a sad tone, "Why can she invite you to her house, but she doesn't even want to give me her address?"
"Are you going to listen to the truth," Sirius said happily from the sidelines, "because she knows that once she gives you her address, she will be harassed endlessly by you during the holidays."
The corners of Harry's mouth twitched involuntarily.
"If I give you the address," Harry asked tentatively, "what are you going to do?"
James said without thinking: "Of course I will write to Lily every day, give her gifts, and preferably come to her door to ask her out to play!" He rolled his eyes, "Of course, I will also try my best to leave a message for Lily's parents. A good impression! Do you have any good suggestions in this regard, Francis?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Harry, his face full of expectation.
This time, even the corners of Harry's eyes twitched.
"You're thinking too far, Mr. Potter," Harry coughed a few times and said half-jokingly, half-seriously, "I won't give you the address. If you want to visit Lily seriously, you have to get her address. invite."
"Oh, don't do this!" James shouted. He had made plans since yesterday to get Lily's home address from Harry. "Tell me, tell me! Frances, can you bear to look at my heart?" Will it break to pieces and die?"
Harry patted James' chest: "If this happens, I swear to Merlin, I will do my best to help you mend your heart - but before that, there is no talk."
"Don't be like this!" James hugged his shoulders and pretended to be pitiful, "In view of our friendship, can you reveal a little bit...for example, a certain neighborhood, a certain street, or help Shall I say something nice to Lily?"
——If I really reveal a certain neighborhood or street to you, I'm afraid you'll start a fight with Professor Snape before you even find Lily.
Harry shook his head in pain and couldn't help but curse.
Even if James is his father, he still has to say that he doesn't have such a sly streak in him. No wonder he was able to marry Lily in the end - this kind of perseverance is really admirable.
"Let's do this." Just as James was pestering Harry and vowing to find out the information about Lily, Sirius took out a letter from his pocket with a smile, "How about we exchange this?"
"What is this?" Harry blinked, then made a sound, and saw the origin of the letter from the sealing wax, "This is a letter written by Regulus to me?!"
He walked over and wanted to take the letter away, but once he got closer, he realized that the letter looked a little wrong: the sealing wax on the envelope had been torn open. Obviously, the person who opened it couldn't use magic to restore it, and the letter was now in Sirius's hands...
"You opened the letter that Regulus wrote to me privately?!" Harry stared at Sirius in disbelief and said, he couldn't believe that his godfather would do such a thing, "This is mine! Letter!"
"Uh..." James said quickly, "I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen!"
Harry glanced at him helplessly, then turned to look at Sirius coldly.
"If Regulus knew that his brother had read his letters," Harry said, "what would he think? Mr. Black, I have to ask, what are you thinking in that seemingly bright mind?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take away the letter.
"Please," Sirius didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all. He waved his hand casually and avoided Harry's hand that was stretched out to him. He also deliberately stood on the stool and stretched out his hand to bully Harry for not being tall enough. " At the end of the day, this is my brother writing it to you - I don't think there's anything I can't read, I'm his brother, it doesn't matter."
"Mr. Black, do you have the word 'privacy' in your head?" Harry almost laughed in anger at him, "Does Mrs. Black open your letters so wantonly?"
"How can this be the same," Sirius said slyly, "I didn't mean it - oh, don't stare at me like that, Ms. Bagshot said before she went out, before you come back, please let us help her look after the house. This gives us authorization, and this letter was sent during this period. I think that in order not to delay the matter between you and my dear little brother, it is appropriate to open it and take a look."
Seeing the young godfather shaking the letter with a proud expression, Harry really wanted to use American swear words at this moment.
"I'm not going to jump up and fight you, Mr. Black."
He couldn't help but imitate Draco's sneer and snapped his fingers, "I'm a wizard."
Snapped.
Sirius trembled inexplicably with the sound, and then Harry tapped his leg lightly with his finger. Then, he felt like he was as stiff as a stone, and his smile froze at the corner of his mouth. Then, because he lost control of his body, he fell straight down like a statue in a standing position.
Call Harry, he and Snape are indeed old enemies - the way they fell down stiffly was quite similar.
Harry thought with a rare sense of humor, and at the same time he felt he let out a heavy breath.
For someone like Sirius, it really makes no sense not to teach him a lesson.
"Padfoot!" James shouted and caught him, and Harry easily hooked his fingers and the letter floated over.
"Oops," James said in surprise as he watched the letter float by, "Padfoot also said that even if you know wandless magic, you can't take this letter!"
Harry blinked and opened the envelope: "Why?"
"I heard it's because the Black family's envelopes always have special magic on them." James worked hard to move Sirius from the floor to a chair. "He said that even if you know wandless magic, you can't cast spells on this letter, and he I can definitely run faster than you and be taller than you..." At the end of the sentence, even he didn't dare to look at Harry's face.
Harry was twitching at the corners of his eyes and mouth, and Draco, who was wearing an invisible brooch, couldn't help but whisper:
"——It's really a dog's mouth that can't say anything good!"
But why did the anti-spell magic fail? Because the wax seal was broken? Harry speculated.
"Let's just let Mr. Black stay like this." After thinking for a few seconds, Harry glanced at the statue Sirius and quickly became expressionless, "I believe this is good for everyone. When you are about to leave, I Just unlock the magic, now I want to read the letter."
After speaking, he opened the envelope and took out a piece of parchment that was not too long and looked at it. The content is not long, but the general meaning is that before going to the manor of 'that lord' as a guest, Regulus wanted to tell Francis some things in advance so that his friend could be mentally prepared. Therefore, Regulus asked his friend if he had time to meet.
"In Diagon Alley at three o'clock in the afternoon?" Harry read the letter carefully, nodded, and went into the house without looking back, "I'm going to write a reply to Regulus - I'm sorry I can't entertain you. "
"Hey, wait, Frances!" James yelled hurriedly, "Can you undo the spell on Sirius first? I won't ask you for Lily's address! Frances!! Help! Sirius is getting heavier and heavier. Stop! Don't be so callous, dear little Frances!"
Before he could finish his words, the stiff stone statue Sirius, unable to sit on the chair, fell straight down and landed heavily on his feet.
"Ouch! Francis!!!"
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At 3:10 in the afternoon, in the most popular cold drink shop in Diagon Alley, two teenagers sat speechless - they had just finished sharing Sirius's 'great achievements', and the changed version of 'Francis' sued Regulus harshly. Sirius is the same.
Regulus reluctantly pushed the ice cream in front of him to his friend sitting opposite as compensation, but he opened his mouth as if he didn't know what to say.
This is not surprising. Although he behaves more reserved and arrogant, in the end he is still a very honest and quiet child. Draco and Harry agreed that shamelessness is a trait that only appears in Sirius.
See, this is what happens when your brother is a jerk. Sitting opposite him, Draco, who was against Francis's appearance, cursed, and at the same time strictly warned himself not to be such a brother, otherwise he would definitely become a shame to the family——
——Oh, wait, I seem to be a disgrace to the Malfoy family. Draco realized this belatedly and clicked his tongue in displeasure.
He unceremoniously stretched out his spoon and took a spoonful on the ice cream ball that belonged to Regulus. Although it was not the latest flavor, strawberry ice cream could still relieve a lot of boring feelings.
"Sirius must have thought he was only in first year." Regulus sighed, "How childish. If others find out, mother will be angry again."
Draco glanced at him.
"That's not weird," he said. "Maybe I should get used to it - this might just be Mr. Black. Of course, you know, I'm talking about your brother."
Regulus waved to the boss and asked the boss to bring over another sundae with a dancing unicorn made of lemon candy on top, then coughed lightly and knocked on the table.
"Actually, there is something I don't think would be good to mention in a letter, so I asked you out specifically, Francis," he rarely said straight to the point. "You have a very good relationship with Potter, right?" He thought for a moment, Added, "Can you cast a silencing charm just in case?"
His straightforwardness shocked Harry, who was sitting nearby pretending to be a passerby and licking his ice cream.
Regulus is a reserved person and a qualified slytherin. In other words, he has inherited the language art of "always adding a few sentences before stating the purpose", especially for important things.
Draco was just staring at the ice cream, but seeing how solemn he was, he couldn't help but become serious. He glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye, and the latter gave him an OK sign - the silencing charm was in place.
"I don't know why you ask, Regulus," he said thoughtfully, "I thought you knew this - James and I are on good terms."
Regulus' expression was very serious.
"I don't know what you think," he said, "but it's best not to say anything to Potter. They are a faction close to the other side - especially after we received the invitation from that lord. I'll tell you the truth. Tell you, Francis, that lord has some secrets that he doesn't want publicity about. My father wants me to find an opportunity to remind you of this: if, I mean, if you see something, it's best to keep it secret."
"The other side?" Draco raised his eyebrows calmly, "Oh no, please don't tell me what the situation is, Regulus - an ordinary person like me, currently just wants to finish my studies with peace of mind, I don't care about other things. Not much interest.”
What's happening here? The notorious Mad King has some secrets known to a few people. He does not want these secrets to be known by the people of Dumbledore's faction, but he seems to want to reveal them to 'Francis Bagshot', who was brought to Britain by Dumbledore himself. students know?
Draco's mind was spinning rapidly, and Harry next to him had his typical confused expression on his face.
The prerequisite for 'keep-mouthing' is 'I saw something'! If this matter was really a secret, how could it come out of Regulus' mouth? How could it be easily seen?
What was his mother's uncle trying to do with this?
"Of course I understand your thoughts," Regulus said gently, although he was a little disappointed, "Father just wants me to remind you that the manor of the Lord is not an ordinary residence, and there are some secrets in it that we have no way of knowing. "There is something you may not know," he leaned forward and said softly, "someone once visited that man's manor and made some rude remarks because of a painting..."
Regulus's black eyes stared at him closely and said meaningfully:
"They never saw that person again."
"Immodest...remarks?" Draco almost trembled because of the word 'painting', but he still endured it and continued to pretend to be curious, "What did he say? Maybe I can refer to it so that Don’t offend that gentleman.”
"The point is not the words," Regulus said worriedly. "My father said it was all because of that painting. That painting was said to be of the lord's magical guardian - as far as my father knew, he had disappeared a lot. Years ago. If it involves him, the adult will be in a very bad mood, so father hopes that we pay attention to this."
"...Well, to be honest, I feel that the following information is not what I should listen to." Draco said dryly.
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Just, it feels like the situation is weird. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been out for a long time. Every time I write an article, I feel that I write dryly, and there is a feeling that I am only outputting it to the outside world, but I don’t feel like I have gained spiritual food. But if I look for articles to read, I will I feel anxious about wasting time.
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I really want to go out and relax... I have been reduced to staying up late looking for inspiration.
The next update should be in two days, I looked at the calendar, it’s the 23rd.
Although it will be delayed, there is no sense of urgency to update without setting a flag. Thank you everyone for always being considerate of my willfulness otz
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