Hogwarts Melon Eater

Chapter 283: bat past

"What did you say?" Seeing Anna walk into the living room, Fred came over curiously, "George also sneaked a glimpse of the two of you having a drink."

"What's peeking?" George curled his lips, "We're clearly standing at the end of the corridor watching!"

Anna interrupted George's yelling with a smile, "That's a new type of potion I've researched, give it to the professor for a try, and see if there is a chance to publish it in the journal "Potions Today," this sentence is true.

Fred asked, "What does the potion do?"

"What's its name?" was George's question.

"The effect is to allow people to confide in their hearts, become straightforward, stop talking around the bush, and be eccentric. Well, there may be other effects that I haven't discovered..."

"But it is indeed edible. After all, I have studied it for a long time," Anna touched her chin. "In order to avoid the troublesome cooking process, I directly bought the semi-finished veritaserum agent in Diagon Alley, and then added it to it." I got a fresh phoenix feather tail, luckily I didn’t have a fryer, so I got such a bottle of improvement potion, as for its name, uh, Veritaserum plus.”

The twins were silent for a while, and finally George raised his right hand, "With all due respect, except for the name, this is probably not the same as the original Veritaserum..."

In fact, the name is not much different.

"You're right," Anna agreed without much hesitation, she was a little too straightforward after drinking the potion.

"Ahem," Snape came in coughing, "I have no intention of entertaining you, I'll leave when I'm done." He looked at the tool men piled up in his living room with half-empty eyes, and pointed his index finger at Foo. Red, "You, arrange the books on the bookcase in alphabetical order."

Fred's eyes widened. He looked around in horror, and found that the living room was full of bookcases in all directions. Counting this, there are countless books living here. books may not have titles at all, which is a huge undertaking to alphabetize by title.

"You," he pointed at George, "clean up the kitchen."

George shrugged, compared to tidying up the bookcases, this seemed like a good job, of course, this was what he thought before he saw the kitchen that hadn't been used for a long time.

"As for you," Snapera said in a long voice, and looked at White. He was silent for a long time, until White frowned and felt a little annoyed, "Take those potions...orders...on the table in the storage room...to where they should be. The place."

Seems like a job to run errands, Merlin bless, not to have to spend time with the old bat, White thought.

"Miss Lawrence—" Snape finally looked at Anna, showing a super crappy expression that looked like a smile, "You watch them."

"Okay, Professor Snape," Anna nodded with a smile.

Anna's smile made Snape feel uncomfortable. The last time he was so uncomfortable was when he accidentally swallowed an undissolved slug when experimenting with potions. Snape quickly walked towards the wooden stairs beside him, the wind blowing Let the chandeliers above everyone's heads shake, and the dim circle of light keeps swirling.

Before the tip of the black cloak was about to leave everyone's sight, Snape stopped, "No one is allowed to go upstairs," he said in an orderly tone, squeak, the last step of the stairs made a sound, and he finally disappeared temporarily.

All breathing creatures on the next floor breathed a sigh of relief, Anna, the twins, White, and the thief hiding in the compartment under the stairs.

"Huh..." The thief in the cubicle put her ears on the door and listened carefully to all the movements outside. A tuft of red hair came out from under the black mask, and she sent it back a little annoyed.

She heard Fred complaining about Snape's too many books, and George's exclamation from the kitchen, and the occasional crisp laughter from the girl named Anna, it was... disturbing...

The thief clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his flesh.

"Zoe, calm down, Zoe, relax," she called her name, forcing herself to calm down by adjusting her breath.

Zoe has been hiding here for more than 20 minutes, and her body has been bent for a long time, causing her movements to become slightly sluggish.

She should have given up on this theft. A qualified thief should commit the crime in the dead of night. The target should be widows, widows, lonely, and vulnerable groups. The crime should not take more than half an hour.

And now it is still broad daylight outside, there are five people here including the owner, and all of them are wizards with unique skills—no matter how you look at it, they are not considered a vulnerable group. If the old nun who taught her to steal knew that she had fallen into this situation, she would definitely Will help her get the coffin ready, comb her messy hair and sit in church to pray.

She should have given up, but Clara's illness couldn't be dragged on any longer.

Zoe looked out through the keyhole on the door, and she saw one of the two red-haired boys standing next to the bookcase talking and laughing with the brown-haired girl, while the other disappeared, and soon she could hear the location of the kitchen There was the sound of crackling pots and bowls, "Oh! Why is there a mousetrap here?!"

After a commotion, Zoe found that the boys and girls standing in the living room were all running to the kitchen—this was a good opportunity, if she could go upstairs, she could escape through the open window at the end of the corridor.

This is not the first time she has come to steal this house, since a hungry night last year, she has come here almost a dozen times, each time she can take away some defective potions, bread that is about to expire in the kitchen, Or a dusty bauble sitting in a corner...

Zoe found that the owner of this house has a very regular life and rest. He reads books, experiments, washes up at night, goes to bed at twelve o'clock, and doesn't come out of the bedroom until six o'clock in the morning. During this period, it seems that he is having a party in the house The owner of the house will not realize that he is really a boring middle-aged man who lives alone.

Repeated crimes made Zooey very familiar with this house, and even knew that there was a small cubicle with a bed under the stairs, which was full of thick dust, and the owner never came in here.

Oh, and the locked master bedroom upstairs, it always feels a little weird, Zoe put her right hand on the doorknob, and she pushed the door as she thought.

There was a sound of pattering footsteps, and the person named White suddenly walked past the door. God, she almost forgot about this character. Zoe, who almost opened the door, flinched back a few steps in fright. A numb, fell to the ground.

"Oops!" Zooey's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he must have heard it.

White did hear the movement, frowning and looking at the cubicle, his ears are very good.

But the good news is that a second before White opened the compartment door, the skinny Zoe got under the small bed and hid. The leather shoes of the mud kept approaching.

"Cheezy!" White sneezed several times. The dust on his face was really his nemesis, and his tears were almost suppressed. "Hello? Is anyone there?" After scanning, it was true that no one was seen, and White used magic to light up the wall lamp on the wall.

Under the dim light, you can clearly see the things in the compartment, a dilapidated wooden bed, stacked with all kinds of old clothes that should be thrown away, a yellowed shirt that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and tassels that are too tight Jeans, two punk patch coats, and several torn black tunics.

It was probably the clothes of a teenage boy. Frowning, White picked up the top shirt with his magic wand, and a few petals fell out of the shirt's breast pocket. The petals showed no signs of drying up, and seemed to be magical creations.

These were Snape's old clothes?

This thought gave White a chill, those shabby clothes seemed to be silently urging him to leave quickly, not to try to explore other people's privacy, but he still couldn't help thinking that Snape's childhood might not have been happy.

He was about to leave the place, but when he turned around, he didn't pay attention, his shoulder touched the wall's unsteady shelf, several high stacked baskets fell and a circle of dust was thrown, and a heavy object also It fell and made a noise.

Just as White was about to pick things up, he heard the familiar meanness coming from the door, "I thought it was a big rat that likes to run around in other people's utility rooms—get out of it!"

White quickly straightened his back, walked out of the compartment with some guilt, without looking at Snape's face, and closed the compartment door, "I heard voices inside..."

"You misheard, maybe you're going deaf," Snape rolled his eyes very skillfully, and didn't bother to explain why he came down from upstairs in such a timely manner, "If your brain is still functioning, Then it should not be difficult to remember that your mission is to deliver goods, and if you are really smaller than the brain capacity of a troll, then I say again, yes, deliver goods," he said in a rather mocking tone.

But White wasn't angry at all, which surprised him, "Got it."

His tone was sympathetic, as if he was accommodating the capriciousness of an unhappy blind child who asked to turn off the lights. White had only just imagined Snape's miserable childhood, and now he really couldn't say any valuable trash talk.

The former second-in-command of the hijackers sighed a little, maybe because of the training he suffered in Azkaban, maybe because of the adventures he experienced when he became a dog, maybe because of the in-depth conversation between Lupine and him, he finally became calm a lot.

Thinking that the conversation was over like this, White walked towards the place where the goods were piled up while lamenting his growing maturity.

"Sirris Black," the hoarse voice called to him angrily.

White almost turned his head subconsciously. After a few seconds on purpose, he turned around stiffly, "Mr. Snape...you may remember correctly..." A wand was stuck less than 20 centimeters away from his handsome face, Looking up, he could see Snape's distorted, angry face.

Merlin's beard! He knew that Snape had discovered his identity just now! Remembrance...damn Remembrance, what normal wizard would give Remembrance to a stranger they met for the first time? ! White gripped his wand, readying himself for any attack that might come his way.

"For so many years, you really pretended to be good enough..."

Snape gritted his teeth, replaying Sirius' pity look in his head countless times, he had seen this look before, on that damned James Potter, on those disgusting Muggle neighbors, oh and With Dumbledore, **** it, that kind of arrogant hypocritical pity, what qualifications do they have to pity themselves?

Snape would rather people hate him, fear him, stay away from him, he didn't care about human interaction with anyone, except Lily Evans - he only had one time, the only time, so desperate to connect with people, and he carefully maintained this relationship.

He is very eager to improve himself, to prove himself, to make himself incomparably excellent, and to put on the name of a genius potions scholar in order not to see those terrible pities anymore, and also not to let those who care about him realize his embarrassment: blood, Family background, unfortunate childhood, desperate love, unlikable personality, ill-fated fate.

He finally got his wish and entered Slytherin, because Slytherin didn't believe in tears, and compassion finally turned into power supremacy, eccentricity, acrimony, and sarcasm. Respect on the horizon, he seems to be finally able to let go of the past and have a new start again.

But in the end, Snape discovered that the only relationship he cared about had unknowingly turned into one person's pity for another, which is why the phrase "Mudblood" said when he became angry He said it so smoothly, he just didn't want to make himself look too pathetic at that time, but he regretted it for the rest of his life.

"Snape, sir, I, I don't know what you're talking about," White even stammered.

"Boom!"

Snape slammed his fist on the door of the compartment, and then said nothing. After a while, he said, "Peterella Pettigrew will reappear in the wizarding world in the near future. Restore your identity," the voice continued. Become calm again.

"Then you can continue your mission," Snape's voice was unbelievably calm, as if he wasn't the one who hammered the wall just now.

ah? what task? White paused, he couldn't realize what news he heard from Snape for a while, after all, Snape was still a big celebrity in front of Voldemort when he was imprisoned.

Seeing that White remained silent, Snape continued to add something even more confusing, "There are indeed traitors. Your judgment may be correct, but I am not."

"ah?"

White was confused, and Zoe who was hiding in the compartment was also confused, but she really didn't have the energy to think about Snape's words, and the most important task right now was to escape alive.

"Huh?" Zooey's eyes moved to the extra black old notebook on the floor. When did it appear? Oh, looks like it just fell out of the basket...

She picked up the book, and felt the leather cover was sticky when she held it in her hand, as if it had been coated with grease, which was disgusting.

Zoe couldn't see what was written in the middle of the cover, so she could only look at it with the faint light of the wall lamp that was lit before, "Prince?" After reading for a long time, she recognized only the word "Prince". Don't blame her, the other words are almost blurred, and her level of education is not high...

Open the book, fortunately the content inside is still not blurred, \'He doesn't want to see me, so I can only be imprisoned in this dark and musty corner...disgusting and inferior bedbugs, **** Muggles...it's clearly my own incompetence Why should we blame us? Even if Merlin came and God came, he couldn't make a lazy and alcoholic stupid pig have a job...\'

\'Magic banknotes can't be used, of course, how many times does mom have to repeat that stupid pig to understand what she said? Or is it that he doesn't care about the Ministry of Magic's control of wizards at all, and doesn't care about his mother at all...they shouldn't be together! Why do wizards and Muggles get married - and why do they get married anyway? What's the point of living like this? \'

Zoe shut the book abruptly, and she found that she seemed to have inadvertently peeped into the privacy of this "prince", but the simple words and the wonderful gossip that can be deduced from ordinary language The story made Zoe couldn't help but want to continue reading, so she accidentally opened the book again.

\'He is always maintaining his nonexistent dignity... If there is no mother making potions to make money, we would have turned into a pile of bones! How dare he do this to her! \'

There was a break in time from here, and the text continued six days later, \'I know, Irene Prince, my poor miserable and hateful mother, that fly that circles around rotten meat, how can't Willing to leave, even if I die, she will still follow him forever...\'

\'What is the meaning of my existence? \'

\'That **** annoying cry, all she can do is cry... I literally thought I was dying, even saw a lot of bubbles popping in front of my eyes, two broken ribs, temporary blindness in my left eye , ringing in my right ear all the time, thanks to me being a wizard, a couple of potions will fix it, and I'm still alive to write this stuff. \'

\'A man named Jeter Prince came by in the days when I was lying in bed, I have to remember, it was my uncle, he almost killed that stupid pig, for wizards It was just a wand-waving thing, unfortunately stopped by his mother in horror, he really couldn't do it, the Ministry of Magic was very strict about it, he'd be in Azkaban, it wasn't worth it. \'

\'Jet Prince sees my value, even though his eyes are as disgusting as everyone else's, yes, I am a wizard, a wizard who is extremely talented in potions, and that disgusting numbness Melon is not the same, I will leave here and never come back. \'

Seeing this, Zooey curled her lips, not knowing what happened, but at least this "prince" is still staying in this home he once hated.

\'He was not like this before... Irene Prince said this sentence for the 123rd time, it is really disgusting, she is obviously a mature witch, has her own career, and can still be independent most of the time Thinking, why don’t you understand that people are subject to change, why do you have to like such a Muggle—such a Muggle with no merits... I swear, I will never fall in love with someone from a different world from myself in this life, Even less likely to marry a Muggle. \'

Zoe turned a few more pages, \'I finally talked to her, after days of observation...I knew it! She is a wizard! God! This is not a hallucination caused by eating poisonous mushrooms—I found a little wizard in this wretched place! Lily Evans, she said she can be called Lily, I have never called someone so affectionately, but this feeling is not disgusting...\'

\'Lily is fine, her Muggle sister is a bit annoying, those jealousies are too obvious, anyone with eyes can see that she also wants to use magic, unfortunately she is just a pathetic Muggle, but None of this matters, we're going to get out of here one day, and we're all going to have a bright future. \'

\'Lily is very kind, I just hope she doesn't marry a muggle or some other **** like my mother blindly in the future...we healed a sparrow together, it's so weird, I've never healed a sparrow, I never had this kind of thought, but Lily thinks it is normal to treat injured creatures. She has also rescued stray cats, stray sheep, stray deer and so on. Maybe she can save me too. \'

\'Lily likes flowers. She lives on the other side of the river, where the pollution is not so serious. There is also a small park. I never knew there was a park in this poor place. She always brings surprises. \'

\'Lily calls me Sev, she says I'm her friend, best friend. \'

The next dozen or so diary entries were extremely rich, and Zoe frowned after reading it, feeling that a perfect image of a goddess could completely emerge in her mind, with passionate red hair, pure green eyes, beautiful and pure, Lively and cheerful, kind and cute, Zooey prefers to believe that this lonely Sif has filters in his eyes, because she has never seen such a perfect girl exist.

In Sif's writing, this Lily looks like an angel who does not eat fireworks, but in fact she may be just a beautiful and kind-hearted ordinary girl with her own troubles and unsolvable problems. From Sif's From the text, Zoe can guess that Lily must have been worrying for a while about how to ease the conflict between herself and her "sister who suddenly changed her attitude"...

Suddenly seeing a line of words, Zoe's eyes widened~www.NovelMTL.com~Irene Prince is dead, I thought she would spend her life with the disgusting Tobias Snape, but I didn't expect to die Because of a ridiculous potion experiment... She may not want to live anymore, the bezoar is on the wooden table next to her, she taught me how to use bezoar to detoxify, she could have taught me more things, but now I leave it to All I have is the "Advanced Potion Making"...\'

\'She actually wanted to make a potion that would take people back in time—isn't that as weird as a time-turner? She is really crazy, this is just a fake potion circulating in Upside Down Alley, how could such potion exist! It does not conform to any of the logic of making potions! Until she died, she still had unrealistic fantasies to save that disgusting man! \'

\'What right did he have to cry at Irene's funeral? He was the one who ruined everything for us, and now he, crying at Irene's funeral, did he know that Irene died because of him? \'

After several blank pages, the last entry in the diary finally appeared, \'Tobia Snape... committed suicide and jumped into the river, but it may have been drunk and accidentally fell, how could this disgusting Muggle Will commit suicide? Because of Erin? How can it be. \'

\'I inherited the house in Spider's End Lane, and I finally had the opportunity to look at every room in the house where I have lived for more than ten years... Is this house so big? It will be very cold this winter. \'

\'Jet Prince never showed up after his mother's funeral. He said I wasn't pure blood, I had the blood of that dirty Muggle running through my body, and even if I had talent in potions, I would never be eligible How come I'm not surprised to be part of Prince? May be I knew this from the beginning. \'

\'It doesn't matter what happened before, luckily I still have Lily, my best friend. \'

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