HP Winter Memories

Beatshis drum with the wind to make thunder. With thunder comes lightning, and with lightning comes fire.

The wind made the thunder like a drum, the thunder brought the lightning, and with the lightning came the fire.

—— "My Journey and Memoirs"

The atmosphere at the big breakfast table was a little turbulent and tense. Snape had already confirmed that Liesel was secretly drinking the heart-stabilizing potion behind his back. He was very angry why she couldn't tell her directly that they could go together Solve any problems.But he also felt that since Liesel could not need the help of him, a master of potions, it would not be a big problem to solve it with palliative potions, and it had been at least a week, and according to his estimation, it should have worked.But when he woke up early in the morning, he clearly heard Liesel's uncomfortable coughing and even retching, but he was told that there was no such thing in his concerned greeting, "You must have just woken up Dreaming. Septimus dear. Get up and wash up and have breakfast."

What a perfunctory explanation, what a bad way to ignore his basic judgment as a master of potions, and even bully him that he can't test with spells without a wand in hand.Also, what Harry said should do theoretical research first (that is, read the diary narrative first) to better determine how to help him "stalk" (Potter's disgusting sense of justice).This is all annoying enough.And the invitation letter from the Paris gallery on the breakfast table became the fuse of the pile of gunpowder waiting to be ignited, and then it was completely detonated by a name.

"That Lyon is simply a Parisian playboy with a reputation, Liesel, I don't know why you have to lower your price to hold an exhibition in his gallery, and you have never been to the exhibition in person before. Artists are not street performers for touring exhibitions, they have to be stylish, and they shouldn't appear in a small second-rate gallery." When Liesel calmly told Snape that she needed to attend her new exhibition, Snape had just After listening, he put down the coffee cup in his hand and began to express his opinion.

Liesel didn't care about his sudden emotions, anyway, he is as changeable as the weather: "First of all, I told you, Septimus, my dear, my painting was commissioned by an artist in Paris to communicate Under the name of the club, they are responsible for handling exhibitions, transactions and other matters. I think you have always known this. Secondly, Eswell is not what you said. His gallery has held several exhibitions with a certain scale. It is a well-known exhibition and has been accepted by the mainstream art world. Finally, you have never paid too much attention to any of my previous art exhibitions. Why should you object uncharacteristically this time. You have never been a person who talks about style, I know You don't like and won't go to public events, so I'll go alone." Anyway, there is no need to worry about Snape being exposed, because of Polyjuice Potion and Disguise, but because Snape is the kind of person who doesn't like any activities people.

"Then why do you have to attend this time in person? You used to reply to signed letters at most. You are a magic painter, but you are not really an artist who can't support himself by selling paintings! I thought you, as a magician, can't Need to please ordinary people like that kind of artist!" Of course Snape objected, and of course he knew that he was a bit uncharacteristic, she was still using Elswell instead of Lyon, and the invitation letter mailed in the name of the gallery was on the table However, according to Harry's "spy" report, they were clearly communicating privately before.Snape believed in the principle that if there is one, there are two.Snape's back and forth sarcasm and dissatisfaction finally made Liesel spark a bit.

"Hmph, magic painter? How much money do you earn by selling paintings? To please ordinary people?" Liesel also raised her voice, and her emotions that had been accumulated for many days were also ignited by sparks, and she also vented her frustration of not being able to draw smoothly with magic. out. "Listen to your tone, so your theory of the supremacy of magic has been revived! So as long as there is no magic, you will be inferior, even if only the magic power of the levitating spell is left, who is higher than those squibs? Haha finally told the truth Yeah, huh? So fuck his Septimus, you Snape is just trapped here because of your identity, endure sharing the same roof with me, you can't wait to go back to your world, right, you have always been so contemptuous The people around you despise them so much! It’s not because of your personality and history that you are superior, but because you have more magical power than them. Your savior hero is here, so hurry up and go with him as soon as possible!”

Snape, who was overwhelmed by Liesel's momentary emotions, hadn't finished digesting her a little too much information just now, the other party had already thrown all the plates, cups and breakfast into the sink, and walked away heavily on the stairs.So Snape stood up angrily, took his coat and left the house.It wasn't until he walked to the work place that Snape felt that the conversation between the two of them just now seemed to have gone astray.The invitation letter that was supposed to be the protagonist but became cannon fodder was still clearly placed on the table, but the fact was that the two of them hadn't even opened it.So Snape took it for granted that Liesel hadn't noticed that Snape, who had never set foot in the art world, would recognize a Parisian gallery and all the people behind him by the sign on the letter.

Harry on the other side always felt that there was something wrong with him all day long, but so far, nothing wrong happened.Mr. and Mrs. Charles trusted and praised him as always, and the lunch served today was also a feast for the guests. In the evening, Mr. Charles took over the work of serving the bar, because there were not many people and only a few regular customers on Monday.So by the time Harry packed up and went to Liesel's for dinner, he knew what it was that didn't feel right.First of all, Liesel appeared at Tree Sparrow for afternoon tea, and naturally invited him to have dinner with him at night. Harry was still hesitating, but Mrs. Charles came out of nowhere and agreed for Harry, saying that Liesel knew him. Many girls who are talented in painting and literature and who run a house like Liesel must be introduced to Harry.So when Harry sat between the tables where Liesel and Snape sat at each end, the atmosphere of tense silence or thorny opening of the mouth, even if Harry stayed still, he knew that it was not just wrong, he was caught in the cold wind on both sides. The swishing murderous aura was in the middle.He wished that the dinner time would be shorter, but the hosts were extremely courteous, Liesel replaced the appetizer with a sweet smile on his face, served him a hearty main course, and enthusiastically promoted the upcoming dessert, Snape Although the poker face was polite and polite to Harry even though his eyes were cold, the interaction with Liesel was weird no matter how you looked at it.No matter how much Harry wished that he could go back and "enjoy" the interaction between Liesel and Snape in the diary when they met for the first time and became familiar and became friends, he could only silently pour himself red wine.Compared with the present, the winter of 1980 in the diary was really warm.

"Great, Father, Snape has eaten at least 5 spoonfuls of vegetable soup tonight." Liesel sat on the edge of the bed, holding a soup plate in one hand and a spoon in the other, carefully feeding Snape the soup.Liesel's father was holding a bottle of potion prepared for Snape after dinner, and sat on the other side of Liesel's bed, watching Snape's face improve from yesterday, but he was still a little worried. I was hungry for too long on the way and vomited after eating.As a result, Liesel spit it out again as soon as Snape finished speaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Seeing Liesel's worried and annoyed look, Snape was both indignant and ashamed of his behavior, lying on the bed, helplessly relying on a girl to feed him and wipe his mouth to clean up his vomit.His pale blush just gives the impression that he's getting better, and he ends up wasting the fruits of other people's hard work.

"Oh, don't say that. I think the soup might be too bad, and Liesel's cooking skills are still in their infancy." Liesel's father went to help Snape lie down again, and then pretended to ease the atmosphere Said jokingly.

"Father!" Liesel glared at the speaker.

"No!" Snape said nervously, "Believe me, this is the best thing I've ever spit out."

Then the three of them just laughed together like this.To Snape it was the easiest genuine laugh he'd had in a long time, and he'd thought he'd forgotten how to laugh.

"Go to sleep for a while, drink the potion later." Liesel's father said, and took Liesel downstairs together.

"He's going to be all right, isn't he, Father?" Snape heard Liesel's nervous concern.

"Of course, Liesel." Their voices and footsteps disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and Snape fell into a peaceful sleep.

So in the following content of the diary, Liesel recorded in brisk sentences how she secretly used Snape as the material for her sketch when he was asleep, and how Snape caught him on the spot and used his wand Wipe it all off for her.Then the two of them would lie in their little beds every night and chat face to face.

"I will definitely become a powerful magic painter like my father and his mentor in the future."

"Oh, then can I order Miss Liesel to draw one for me in advance?"

"Of course, but you will pay me double the future price."

"Miss Cai Fan, may I remind you that I am making a reservation now, and I still reserve the right to ask for compensation for the portrait rights when you use me as a training material. Besides, friends should give preferential treatment."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hedgehog, but I also want to tell you that you erased all my sketches, and I properly reserve my right to claim compensation. And thank you for admitting that we have finally become friends."

Later such conversations were often interrupted by Liesel's father, who used the excuse that Liesel had disturbed Snape's rest, and those mild nights were Snape's only consolation when he returned to his solitary existence in the war.

So for Harry, he was amazed that these two could become chatting partners so easily, and he was even more surprised that their cold war style would affect him, an outsider.Whether he saw the close relationship between Snape and Liesel when he first came here, or Liesel easily became friends with Snape when he first met in the diary, they gave the impression that they never quarreled.Oh, there's actually no quarrel now, it's just that Liesel's smile only stays on his face, and Snape, like Professor Snape, is so dissatisfied with everything that he can't criticize.Harry tried his best to be caught in the middle to ease the atmosphere, and kindly racked his brains to change the topic. Fortunately, Harry, who had a little alcohol, was able to talk more than usual.But unfortunately, the invitation letter that just became the protagonist and was not taken seriously, and now it exists again jumped out again. It really wasn't Harry's intention. Snape sat in the living room.

"Oh Liesel, your invitation letter was pressed under the bowl. Fortunately, it didn't get wet. Wow, Liesel, you are going to hold an art exhibition in Paris! It's amazing. You didn't open it as soon as you received it. If I Definitely can’t wait to open it. I used to love receiving letters, even if it was to see my OWLs report card.”

"Thanks Harry," Liesel said softly, her hands still in the water.Indeed, she was so confused by Snape's unpleasant conversation in the morning that she actually forgot to open the letter, and she was so determined to go that she forgot to check the participation time. "Then please help me take it apart and read it."

Of course, Snape, who had been paying attention to the movement in the living room, also pricked up his ears. He pretended to be casually turning the pages of the book, but his eyes also glanced over.So when the phrase "Please bring your partner to attend" on the card was read out, there was basically no other movement in the room except Harry's voice.

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