[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

After returning from Diagon Alley, Catherine had a picture frame tightly wrapped in kraft paper in her hand.

Those who followed her along the way might question this as another priceless master painting.

--really.In a sense, this painting is priceless—a moving portrait.Who would have thought that the wandering wizard who refused to enroll in the past could now enjoy the treatment of a portrait of a late potion master?

"You brought back a landscape painting!" Anna moved to Catherine's side, watching Catherine carefully take out the palm-sized frame from the kraft paper.

The picture shows a dark house.The painting is fine, and there are no brushstrokes.The only charm of this painting is that even if you just look at it, you don't want to break the silence in the painting.

"It's a beautiful house, isn't it?" Catherine wiped off a little dust from the frame, revealing the intricate patterns of silver plating.

A few hours earlier, in a café in Diagon Alley, the Redeemer had appreciated the progress of the film's production—

"I mean, the actor who played Professor Snape... is so realistic. If it weren't for the slight difference in the appearance of the two people, I would have thought Professor Snape had come back to life!"

"If that's the case, it's a sweet disaster for you?" Catherine took a sip of her soda, put down her glass until the ice cubes touched her lips, and continued to the savior: "Mr. Rickman's interpretation It has its own uniqueness. This is also due to Ms. Rowling hinting to him in advance that Professor Snape is on the side of justice."

"Yes. Rowling is very good at doing this kind of thing." Harry smiled, and asked Catherine hesitantly: "I'm curious... Of course, you don't have to answer my question. In fact... many After reading the biography written by Rowling, people will think that Professor Snape is a tragic hero, and hope to save him. What do you think?"

It was impossible for Catherine to avoid the question.In the nice atmosphere of the restaurant, Catherine raised her eyebrows, cut the steak on the plate as if nothing had happened, and answered the question as naturally as possible: "As your producer, I aim to restore the entire history. I am more than Ma Melon has an added layer of wizarding, and I know it's a historical film, and not just a historical film."

"I think the purpose of this movie other than profit is to let the Muggles who have seen this movie not be afraid of this kind of power around them. Wizards are harmless in the first place, whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later. · ...about Professor Snape, all I can say is...he doesn't need to be saved."

The steak on the plate was quickly neatly cut into small squares by Catherine.If Catherine hadn't been a wandering wizard, Harry had no doubts that the girl would have done well in Potions.

"Listen, I think Hermione made the right decision! Last time we met, you mentioned your intention to learn magic. After the evaluation, you have earned yourself an excellent teacher."

Catherine looked at the savior's green eyes shining under the light, and pulled the wide sleeve of the wizard's robe a little uncomfortable.The touch of the wand reassured her.

The savior continued: "Any wizard we send to teach you may affect your normal life. You are already an adult. In view of your good self-control ability, I found a portrait teacher for you."

From which pocket the Redeemer drew a tightly wrapped picture frame.

"It will be a surprise. You think you can get along happily...Of course, you will be able to communicate well..."

Harry Potter never doubted that Catherine Nolan would have been a very successful Slytherin if blood was not counted.

So letting Professor Snape teach Catherine is a good idea, isn't it?

Of course, how to make Professor Snape, who doesn't appear very often, appear in the portrait is a headache for Catherine.

"Yes, as long as you think it's beautiful." Anna put her hips on her hips, muttering about Catherine's irreparable aesthetics.Anna's favorite fresh meat is a scourge in Catherine's eyes!

Why does Catherine always feel that those beautiful bodies are clay puppets lacking precipitation?Doesn't she feel that those so-called old drama players with superb acting skills lack a necessary vitality?Of course, if this kind of evaluation is heard by Catherine, there must be a literary debate.

"Where are you going to hang this painting? I still have some nails here...Damn it! Your painting is going to bring down the decoration style of the whole living room!" Anna still couldn't hold back, muttering.

"If you don't hang it up, the commemorative significance of this painting is extraordinary. I hope I can carry it with me." Catherine picked up the white bread that had reached her slippers, and put the cat on the On the legs, smooth the hair of the cat king.

Ana's eccentricity towards her roommate is almost incomprehensible.She couldn't help raising her voice and said, "If the man in this painting wasn't your man, I would have thought you were paying tribute to your deceased husband!"

The black bread jumped onto the table lightly behind Anna.This sharp-eyed cat looked curiously at something moving in the frame just now.

Catherine has been paying attention to what the cat is looking at. ···Catherine dared to bet with her memories that she had never missed that the windows of the house in the portrait just now were not opened, and the clouds in the night sky were not in their original positions!

look!This was why Catherine carried the portrait with her. The portrait would not stay the same forever. After hanging on the wall for a long time, even a girl as rough as Anna would be able to discover the problem sooner or later.

"Ahem." Catherine changed the topic before Anna noticed that she was distracted: "By the way, how are the black bread and white bread behaving recently? If they are disobedient, I will teach them a lesson for you!"

It sounds like the father of the head of the family is discussing with his mother his two naughty sons who are not worried.Anna rolled her eyes and poked the black bread sitting on the small table by mistake, "Your son had a birth control operation a few days ago, you should really go and see."

Catherine was sitting on the sofa, she was frightened by Anna's gloomy smile.So, women are also scary when they are scary. I really feel sorry for the black bread eggs... no... there are no more eggs.

The Christmas holiday is synonymous with good times, which are always fleeting.The work of the crew has restarted, but Catherine has no more time to spend in her crew all day long.The assistant she specially hired was already able to compare well with the staff of the crew, and Catherine could finally relax a bit in this respect.

Once the holidays were over, Catherine had to dress like a schoolboy — washed-out denim, a white shirt, careful makeup, and her long hair.Catherine is carrying a youthful and invincible sports backpack, and regards herself as a student who has never stepped out of the ivory tower.

On a sunny morning, with a letter of proof mailed to my home.During the pre-arranged time, he walked across the green lawn, stepped up the clean stairs, and knocked on the mahogany door of the principal's office.

William would be delighted to know that he would be able to continue his studies... no, not now.All of William's heart and soul were put on the newly adopted adopted son.Catherine has not enjoyed afternoon tea with her adoptive father for a long time.

Catherine put all kinds of self-torture back under the heavy defense line.William has not contacted Catherine for a long time.

Catherine had no way of convincing herself that this had indeed happened three weeks after she came of age.

When Catherine opened the medical insurance that was stuffed in the mailbox, the man who claimed to be Catherine's biological father walked into Catherine's sight, and at the same time... the man named William took the initiative to alienate her... leaving only one Get the key to the bakery, hope Catherine can open it soon.

Catherine was carrying heavy textbooks.Along the long corridor, I found the classroom where I was about to attend class.

- Arrive on time, not late.This is a great place to start.

Catherine opened the door of the classroom, and the gentle morning sun shone on her face.

Although the school has just started, after studying for the past half semester, these top students have formed their own small circles.Catherine found an empty seat and put the piles of books in her schoolbag into the belly of the table.

The life of a top student, this kind of comfortable life where you only need to study can easily make people addicted.Catherine took the time to study some of the previous content by herself. The brand-new textbooks were stacked together, and they were so heavy that they could bend people's waists, not to mention the complicated after-school reading and research assignments.

There are less than fifty students in this large classroom. The classroom windows are bright and clean, equipped with air-conditioned projectors.Catherine took out her book and studied quietly by herself until a professor pushed the door in.

A beautiful woman, the first class of school, the students in the classroom don't seem to understand this new teacher.They discussed in twos and threes in low voices, and occasionally some curious eyes fell on Catherine.

Everything was normal until the teacher standing on the podium left his signature in beautiful cursive on the clean blackboard——Alan Adler.

Catherine adjusted her sitting posture, from reclining to upright.

Even if the plot is not involved, Catherine and Irene Adler will still have some intersection.

This beautiful woman has too much private information in her hands, including but not limited to private information.Many people wanted to get rid of Irene, but they were too afraid to do it—politicians, businessmen, ordinary people.All kinds of men bowed down under Irene's skirt one after another. These stupid people restrained each other, and finally stagnated in a circle a few meters away from Irene, unable to move any further.

Today, Catherine's teacher chose a formal suit. The black windbreaker has a contrasting sexy beauty on Irene's body, which has a different flavor.But when Catherine squinted her eyes and looked at her teacher, she felt that the raven was singing on the skull of the dead, which was utterly bleak.

If I remember correctly, Irene is an external teacher.The damn class schedule only has the surname, not the name, which caused Catherine to delay the first meeting for no reason.

This person is also Catherine's target.A few days ago, a stupid Ministry of Magic executive approached Catherine, hoping that she could use her own method to dispose of the indecent photos in Irene's hands. As a price, he owed Catherine a favor.

Look, the Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world is so rotten. Comparing those in power with those in the Muggle world, it is hard to say who is more stupid than the other. After all, people are smart in one direction, but stupid people are different. same.

Catherine showed a very favorable smile to her teacher.The curtains on all sides of the classroom were drawn, the projector was turned on, and Irene's performance officially began——