[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

After the war, Snape was properly buried as a war hero.The few portraits he has are all forced by Dumbledore before the battle.One pair was hung in the principal's office as usual, and the other three were wrapped tightly by Professor Snape and left in a drawer in the cellar that had been neglected for thousands of years.

If it wasn't for the publicity of his deeds after the war, which attracted countless wizards to discover the secrets of his life, it is estimated that the portrait in the principal's office would never have revealed this matter.

No no no no.Snape in the portrait has appeared three times since his death.

For the first time, his portrait was hung next to Dumbledore's frame by the Savior himself.The old headmaster with a white beard smiled and visited Snape's portrait, and everyone was able to see a distraught, venomous, and furious Professor Snape walking out of the static landscape painting.

"Can't your humble employee even get peace after death! Damn it! You ruined my potion!"

The potions professor at Hogwarts and the great war hero, both in life and after death, have tirelessly studied potions, which is really a reassuring thing.

The second time Snape appeared in the portrait.It was a gloomy afternoon.The savior came to Hogwarts to discuss something with Professor McGonagall.

Suddenly, Snape appeared in the frame.

He still looks like everyone owes him.He said to the savior in a cold tone: "I assume that the cellar has been cleaned up and newcomers are welcome to move in. It's not that a group of little trolls go there to explore and hunt for treasure."

"Uh... Actually, to commemorate you, we sealed it up." After many years, the savior had more courage and was able to answer Snape's question more calmly.

"You think that's a celebrity home? Am I supposed to be happy that the place where I used to work gave you a lot of fun? Pot! The cellar was opened and someone found another portrait of me. It's a pity I can't now Ten points off Gryffindor. You look like a block of wood, or your head is still full of achnatherum after all these years! Go to the cellar! Immediately! Immediately!"

Goodness see you.The Savior was terribly startled by his potions professor's tone.It was almost impossible to think about it, the shadow of the boyhood returned to Pott's head, the savior rushed out of the principal's office with the correct posture of almost shitting, and successfully intercepted two little explorers of Gryffindor from occupying Snape's portrait death behavior.

Perhaps from some point of view, Snape's portrait is as terrifying as the Dark Lord's diary, and it is a scarce product?

"Oh, Severus, Harry is not a child anymore, you shouldn't be so strict." Professor McGonagall, who was already the principal, was also taken aback by Snape's anger.She tried to correct the idea of ​​drawing Snape.

But the answer she got was: "Wait until that brainless savior stumbles somewhere. Maybe I don't have to talk to him like that!"

Someone has to do this kind of thing, right?Snape poured cold water on Pott to cool down, the aura of the savior is now in good shape and smooth sailing, and that brainless Gryffindor still needs to be spurred and warned.

Principal McGonagall heard what the Snake King meant, and after accepting it, he unexpectedly felt that this setting was completely acceptable.

The professor was last seen in the frame.It was an afternoon three days ago.The Saviors had just decided to give Catherine a portrait of Snape.Harry Potter, the idealistic, stupid and rich Gryffindor, never thought of asking Snape himself for his opinion.

Snape was only 'infrequent' in the portrait, but he knew what was going on.Slytherins do not place themselves in ignorance.

After so many years of being in harmony with the savior, he was given a portrait out of nowhere.Sending away a pair means one more possibility of being harassed.That afternoon, the savior was able to feel the venom of the snake king whom he had not seen for many years... the intensity of Nagini!

What has become a fact cannot be changed.Some things that are good to others are destined not to be understood by oneself.

As it turns out, the owner of Snape's portrait was not a very talkative person.During this period of time, the girl opened the brown paper package every night, put Snape's portrait by the bedside, and read quietly by herself.At other times, it was basically kept quiet and dark, exactly the same as before Snape's portrait was changed hands.

It is very gratifying.

But today is different.

In a dark part of the portrait, a black robe corner was exposed. If you don't look carefully, you can easily miss it, but Catherine is not included.

While confirming that Snape is online.The door of the cake shop was also pushed open.

"Welcome. This is William's Bakery, what do you need?" Catherine, wearing a pink lace apron, immediately cast her eyes on the door.

——Mycroft closed the umbrella, shook the rainwater in front of the steps, and then opened the door to come in.

He put the black umbrella in the light yellow plastic bucket at the door, and there was no trace of damp on his body.

The weather in London is unpredictable, and it is not uncommon for it to rain at night.The first time Catherine saw Mycroft open his black voice... she thought it was for decoration.

"William entrusted you with the bakery business?" Mycroft looked at Catherine with some disappointment.As if he didn't know beforehand that it was Catherine who opened the business.

"I'm not doing too badly. The distance between William and William is actually not that big...you'll know after eating it!" Catherine filled McCulloft with a whipped cream cake.Catherine carried the plate and walked from the counter to the dining area on the side.

"I'm looking forward to it." Mycroft's weight loss appears to have been successful.I hadn't seen him for a few days, and he actually gave off a feeling of emaciation. ···It makes people wonder whether he tried the weight loss potion of the wizarding world.

The British government took a small disposable plastic spoon on the log table.He seriously took a mouthful of cream and put it in his mouth.

The spoon stayed in Fatty's mouth for more than a second.Mycroft swallowed the mouthful of cream and let out a long breath.

"It's a bit worse than William's, but the taste is pretty good...unexpected." He was not surprised by Catherine's expressionless face, and added after a while: "Pack a bag for me—old rules."

Catherine gave him a smile: "Living alone in a foreign country, you will slowly get out of it!" Catherine pulled the seat opposite McColloft and sat down.

All right.This is the posture for a long talk.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and ordered Catherine to say, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

Catherine got up and calmly brought the fat man a cup of macchiato coffee with sugar. ——I also bought it in the supermarket today. The previous ones in the store were damp and moldy, and Catherine threw them into the trash can.

But in terms of value and taste, Catherine's coffee represents only the highest standard of the supermarket.

Catherine calmly put the coffee cup away. Amidst the aroma of instant coffee, she crossed her arms and looked at Mycroft. "Coffee is here, can we finally have a good talk?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"I asked someone to check the big and small events that happened before and after my birth."

"It seems you have a lot of feelings?"

"Take the hp movie I was involved in recently. I had a tragic childhood, but I didn't expect my father to play a role in it. . . . I don't know what to say."

Catherine crossed her ten fingers and stared at McCulloft for a moment.

"Is this your evaluation?"

"His behavior made me make such an evaluation. He doesn't have a confidant, and no one is willing to take care of his only daughter... Sophia."

"Hasn't Miss Sophia been taken care of by me? I thought that her current position would be beyond the reach of many people no matter how hard they work."

Catherine slapped the table with a 'snap'.

The abrupt sound was incompatible with the warm atmosphere of the cake room.Mycroft sat there, unimpressed.If there was anger in Catherine's eyes, maybe this gesture added a little deterrence. — but the woman sitting across from him wasn't really angry.

"We all know that. Sophia has been placed on the balance. You raised her up in rich clothes and rich food, and finally sacrificed her in exchange for the benefits you need!"

"This kind of accusation is a bit extreme." Mycroft lightly shifted the topic from the family question and answer to the actual matter: "At that time, there was no better choice for her.... But you have."

"What?" Catherine tilted her head, not quite sure what Mycroft meant.

"When you graduate from college, your future will be bright."

"You entered the agency to protect your family. I don't have this factor. As you can see, William threw this store to me, and he... gave up on me!" Since I have no relatives, why still Want to splash such muddy water?

"You still have your father—the biological father."

"What would a piece of health insurance change? It wouldn't replace what I've been through, and it wouldn't change when I was abused by my mother and he looked on.  … Back to the original question, Mycroft, you My connivance puzzles me."

"Mr. Nolan paid a lot of money to generate that insurance. If I were you, I would investigate the Prime Minister who was in office at the time."

Catherine was very dissatisfied with the pace of the conversation.Frowning, she snatched the coffee cup in front of Mycroft and took a sip.End the topic abruptly.

"Top-secret plans leaked from the Defense Department, at least I know? Irene Adler's royal scandal... I'm assuming the Moriarty bombing is involved... also makes you Having been disturbed by it... the old guys in the cabinet will not let you easily let go of your humanoid computer that has never been poisoned."

"Breakdown? No, no, no, this is not the desperate situation you are facing. Do you want to know what the follow-up will look like? You don't know, but I know it very well. Not only do I know it very well, but I can also help you solve some of the troubles 'Small problem'. But the premise is, don't tell me about my non-existent father every time we meet."

"You shouldn't know this, even if you are a magical witch. I thought a wizarding world was enough for you to keep in your hands for a long time. You are more like your father, which is one of the reasons I accommodate you. But If you take the initiative to get involved in these troubles again... I will take the necessary measures."

Mycroft stood up, took a packing tape from the counter, and contentedly packed a portion of the cakes on the counter in front of Catherine.

"Also, don't get too involved with Sherlock. I don't want him to have a... dangerous person like you."

The British Government went to the door, drew the black umbrella from the bucket, and opened the store.

"What are your other reasons for accommodating me?...besides my father's..." Catherine said the word 'father', and couldn't help poking her lips in disgust: "...is there any other reason? "

"Ah~" Mycroft opened the black umbrella.

The store door was open, allowing some wind and rain to come in from outside. Catherine, who was sitting on a seat not far from the door, looked calm, but she was nervous and wanted the answer to be revealed quickly.

"You are a smart and beautiful girl. I can fully imagine how you shine in my own circle...don't underestimate yourself, you can understand it as...a grown man's admiration."