[hp] stay out of it

Counting the days, today is exactly September [-]st, and the train on platform nine and a quarter will depart at eleven o'clock.And I'm still in France, and I just escaped from the tight guard of Boyle's house, and I managed to escape two rounds of aggressive pursuit.

What, you ask me, where have I been for the past half month since Malfoy was kidnapped on the Muggle train?

At least not to the Ireland-Bulgaria final - although Benilli's mother did get me tickets.

Come to think of it, what happened after I disappeared from that train in the summer vacation was not good at all, it is really not worth remembering... Anyway, these things can be said later, now I have to find a way to leave the nightmare of France ——First of all, leaving aside the fact that someone is behind me trying to tear me to pieces, I think I have to go back to school—but unfortunately, my magic power is now exhausted, like a dry hole in the summer Like a pond in the world, it will not be able to recover for a while.I don't know how big the range of the Knight Bus is...but I don't think it will cross the English Channel to operate here.

And they broke my wand too.I touched the empty pocket of my robe, where my wand had been seated.The French Ministry of Magic and their team of pure-bloods wear a pair of trousers, I'm well aware of that, and I wouldn't be so stupid as to ask them for help.Having said that, it is not necessarily true that my wanted list is now on the French Muggle news...

Scratching my hair, I managed to escape, I lost the means of contacting the magic world...

Well, this scene is a bit familiar.

The difference is that I don't even have a wand with me.And third year Harry and Cornelius Fudge miss him, and I...

"Mr. White," a familiar but unexpected voice interrupted my train of thought, "If you plan to wander the streets of Marseille, I don't mind..."

I turned around sharply and saw the head of Slytherin in disbelief.

Professor Snape?

"...But I still have to go back to work to prepare for the start of school." He shook his robe, showing no good looks at me.

This is France!I ran into Professor Snape on the streets of France?I don't know which one is more incredible than Harry's mood when he saw the Minister in the Leaky Cauldron.

I stared in disbelief: when I was cornered on the streets of Muggles in France, I met the lovely British Professor Snape. I was surprised, and I had to answer him quickly, lest this great god would become more impatient: "Professor , I'm fine, shall we leave now?"

Professor Snape took out a dirty potion bottle, empty: "Unless you can reveal your followers. Otherwise, we'll have to wait here for another hour." Obviously the empty potion bottle Caught improvised as a portkey, a normal portkey—not another version of the Boyle family's portkey.And Professor Snape found me much earlier than scheduled.

I shake my head.I'm still not proficient in phantom dominance, let alone when the magic power is exhausted now.After thinking about it, I asked another question: Why did Professor Snape come to see me.In fact, the words were asking why they only found me now-you know, I have suffered a lot in so many days.

The professor took out two more bottles of potions and handed them to me coldly. I recognized them as potions for recovery and medicine. "The principal asked someone to run errands, and your dear Professor Flitwick happened to be away, so this errand could only fall on me." There was disgust in his expression, I think this is similar to the expression between my eyebrows and Sirius Not unrelated. "You and your friends are so weakly connected by the heat-transfer magic you made on the cufflinks that it wasn't until this morning that the enthusiastic headmaster was finally able to locate you."

It makes sense, I just escaped this morning from the terrible cellar of the Boyle house, where there may be shielding magic - so I was only found now.

After all, Professor Dumbledore sent him?

Another big "surprise".

This breaks the sense of non-existence that I have worked so hard to create in a low-key way for three years. I feel that my affairs seem to be known to everyone. This is very bad... Big bad... Maybe I have stepped on it The order of this world is at a critical point, maybe the next second I will feel dizzy, and I will be punished by the "Day of Heaven".

My nervousness was probably a little obvious, but Professor Snape relieved my worries with rare kindness: "I don't know why you are hiding like a mouse in the corner...Mr. Malfoy only told the headmaster, and didn't tell you He also told his father, or me, about that Muggle train." After finishing speaking, he curled his lips slightly.

Didn't everyone know about it?

With a long sigh of relief, my heart slowly let go.After all, it would be too arrogant for a person who should not exist in this story to suddenly make headlines in the world of the story...

I applaud the arrogant young master Malfoy in my heart.

Professor Snape and I were wearing unclean black robes and greasy hair, a child who looked like an abused child (in fact, he was abused) and seemed to be sitting on the side of the road stupidly. Wait in the chair until the door key starts an hour later.Maybe I reminded him of Black, and then James and Lily, and then Harry, and his displeasure grew.Before he opened his mouth, I took the initiative to say: "Professor, I can last an hour by myself..."

"It's true that I'm not a servant who specializes in taking care of little ghosts," the professor's face pulled down a little, "but I don't need little ghosts to tell me what to do."

So I had to wait on the side of the street for an hour accompanied by Professor Snape. During this period, the pursuers passed by twice, but Professor Snape noticed it in advance and tricked me by subtle means.At a certain time of boredom, the sound of the TV turned up came from the villa on the roadside:

"...Interrupting urgent news. The 15-year-old juvenile Vincent White escaped from the juvenile detention center..." My eyes widened, because Professor Snape had cast the disillusionment spell on me, so I simply escaped from the juvenile detention center. He stood up on the chair, stepped across the well-manicured lawn in front of this family, and lay down outside the window of their living room.

The picture on the TV screen was taken a few days ago, and I described it as thin and sloppy—well, just like now, I stroked my messy hair.Continue to listen: "...the suspect is extremely twisted and known to have killed his own mother at home in London three years ago..." The British news about the death of Hakey White and the disappearance of Vincent White three years ago was relayed.

……

Wanted on Muggle TV?This scene is a bit familiar.

"...is the illegitimate son of Sirius Black, a known British wanted man..." He also posted a photo of Sirius Black, who was wanted by Britain.

This is true.

"...Extremely dangerous. When you notice the whereabouts of the above two people, please contact them immediately..."

After listening to the family's discussion on topics such as "the wanted criminal father and son look alike" and "violent genes will be inherited", I realized that I seemed to have caused Sirius to be on the TV wanted one more time. I was a little delicate and went back to the bench Beside, Professor Snape looked away from the newspaper, seeming to be pleased by the comments of the Muggles: "The despicable characteristics of the parents will indeed be passed on to the offspring..."

What was inherited should be the gene of "being framed and then on the Muggle TV wanted".

I was a little bit lost, remembering that when I was still in China three years ago, as a scholar of nesting theory, I often went on TV... But there is still a big difference between the wanted and the energetic speeches with blank eyes...

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