[Comprehensive British and American] Magic London

Chapter [-]

Because of the busy classes before the holiday, Harry didn't find a chance to get closer to little Sif until the Hogwarts express train started.Saying goodbye to the colleagues who stayed in school and Principal Dumbledore who had nowhere to go, Harry went directly to Diagon Alley by opening the fireplace, and went straight to the Muggle supermarket after walking through the alley of the Leaky Cauldron.Christmas is everyone's holiday, and he wants to fill the kitchen at Little Sev's house to the brim!

On the train, there is a noble/noble box in the Slytherin area with a very gloomy atmosphere.Snape and Regulus sat together, exchanging some questions about spells from time to time, without getting involved in the conversations of the people around them.

These people have one thing in common, they are all people who have received invitation letters from the Dark Lord's estate.Some are received by families, and some are received by individuals.Unlike the jubilant box next door, they have all decided not to go until the day of the dinner.

Seeing them chatting absent-mindedly about their vacation arrangements in twos and threes, Snape turned his head to look at the somewhat abnormal Regulus and asked in doubt, "You're in a good mood?"

"Well, I recently met a knowledgeable pen pal." Regulus said cheerfully. He will take the OWLs exam/test this year, so he will often review by himself.Under the pressure of his classmates, he followed the crowd and sent a drifting letter without an addressee, but unexpectedly, he gained a friend who was very helpful.

Snape nodded in understanding. Every year, fifth grade students have different pen pals. This year, I think it's back to the trend of looking for strange pen pals.

Regulus liked this kind of communication with a safe distance, and he started to discuss with this equally knowledgeable friend the topics he had exchanged with his pen pal before.

The train arrived at the station soon, and after saying goodbye to the people in the same compartment, Snape walked quickly into the crowd and cast a confusion spell on himself.After shaking off the tail that followed/tracked, he came directly to an area where he could apparate and left.

Harry...was still at home, he couldn't keep that idiot waiting too long.

Unavoidably the piercing voice exposed himself, Snape located the location in the woods not far from his home, and after his appearance, he quickly moved his legs, not paying attention to those familiar and unfamiliar scenes.

When the door opened, Harry came out of the kitchen in surprise and said, "It's so early today, I haven't finished the meal yet, wait a minute."

Snape put the suitcase in the living room casually, he turned and closed the door/locked all the warmth in the door, and said in a comforting tone: "I'm full at noon, don't worry."

Hearing this, Harry sped up the movements of his hands. It's already late at night, and he must have digested it by noon. He thought happily: Little Sif is so considerate~

Looking at the young man's busy back, Snape let go of all his defenses.He thought... this is probably the life he dreamed of...

At the beginning of the holiday, Harry felt as happy as in a dream.He deliberately ignored what the boy had mentioned before, and with the cooperation of the prickly little Sif, Harry pestered him to arrange the Christmas decorations in the house, and took out the dinner menu he had carefully prepared. "I have learned this from Beja on purpose."

Snape looked at the dish Harry was pointing at, and he said casually last year, "It's very similar to the raspberry pancakes my mother made once when I was a child." Actually... Irene's cooking skills are really not very good, That biscuit was a little too sweet.

"I've improved it a little, and I'll add your favorite dark chocolate to neutralize some of the sweetness." Harry scratched his messy hair uncertainly, "This way...you won't mind."

Looking at the young man whose mood became more and more tense with his silence, Snape sighed inwardly and shook his head slowly, "No, I think it's just right." My taste, my preference, what I did with you... Just right.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, as if he didn't know that this dessert would be tasted, he began to talk about the making of other dishes with great interest.

Snape felt that Harry, who talked eloquently about cooking, was very/interesting. He could feel the youth's love for cooking, because... Harry proved that he was needed through/through these, and the person who proved this was precisely He - Severus Snape.

Maybe...after everything is over, he can give up some time with Miss Crucible.Just listening to Harry's story, he already had the urge to help, even if he just stood by and watched Harry busy himself, it would be a kind of happiness.

No matter how much reluctance he had in his heart, Snape still boarded the carriage sent by Malfoy Manor on Christmas Day with a box of newly brewed potions.

Harry, who stayed alone in Spider's End Alley, saw off little Sif with a smile, and returned home to start daily cleaning.Go out and buy/buy the freshest ingredients, then pull out all the stops to fill the table with the heat preservation spell cast on it.

On a warm Christmas Eve, Harry sat at the dinner table looking at the dim lights outside the window, thinking of his sweetheart who was far away in the Dark Lord's manor, his stomach was growling but he had no intention of touching the knife and fork at all.

"If I don't come back, are you planning to starve yourself to death like this?" A magnetic voice full of anger sounded, Harry looked at the figure in the light and shadow in surprise, and thought he had lit a match in a trance.

"Could it be that you're so hungry that you've lost your mind/wisdom?" Snape frowned and stepped forward quickly, reaching out to hold Harry's cold hand, "Damn it, what are you thinking!"

"Sy... Sev?" Harry blinked hard/hardly, wasn't it an illusion?

Snape raised an eyebrow, and said in a bad tone, "Who do you think?"

"Sev!" Harry, who was immersed in lonely memories, couldn't hold back and threw himself into the arms of the visitor. He hugged the other person fiercely, fearing that what he was seeing was just another hallucination of his own.

The cold and hard protective shell was shattered by the young man's fragile appearance. Snape sighed and softened/body/body. Facing the guy who could only whisper his name over and over again, he responded with a very good temper again and again.It wasn't until the other party's stomach protested again that he forced Harry to the chair and ordered: "Sit down and eat!"

Harry smiled sweetly and nodded again and again, and asked the other party why he came back early without spoiling the fun.He enthusiastically placed the still warm food in front of little Sev, just like he did during dinner on weekdays.

The author has something to say: Although Xiao Xifu has the memory of "previous life", his soul is still mainly 16 years old, so don't blame him for being immature~