HP Paranoia and Antisocial

The conflicts of the past disappeared, and the weather seemed to be much better.Severus was obviously in a good mood, squinting at the sunlight outside the window.

A cloud drifted in just over the frail sun, and Severus clutched the quill in his hand: It might have been better without that bedtime story.

Every night—no, not every day, maybe four or five days a week—Wodemont insisted on telling him a bedtime story.Severus protested badly at first, but now he doesn't fight anymore, and Wardmont always gets what he wants anyway.

Waldmont looked better recently, and Severus didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that Waldmont seemed to have become a little better, but when he looked closely, he felt as if no difference.

Probably because they have been together for a long time, they feel that Wardmont's weird appearance is no longer weird...

Severus wasn't good at judging looks, and he didn't care about the question, so he didn't ask Wardmont.

Nagini lay lazily on the window sill basking in the sun, her gaze sweeping downstairs from time to time.Wardmont was at work today, but she was not asked to have a meeting with her as a deterrent.She was relieved, it was better to be with Severus than to be with those fools.

Severus put down the last newspaper. After waiting for so long, he finally finished reading the pile of old newspapers. Three of his notebooks were used up, and a little half of the fourth one was used up, which can be used to continue recording new newspapers news on .

At first, seeing so many newspapers stacked together, Severus thought he couldn't finish reading, but it really looked like it was very fast.

Although newspapers can be traced back as far as nearly 40 years ago, these newspapers are not available every day, and sometimes there are only three or two newspapers in the same year. many.

After reading so many news, Severus always felt that many things appeared in a cycle.Every time the so-called big event happens, it doesn't matter, let's talk about learning lessons, but it happens again and again, and the lessons learned don't seem to be as profound as people think.

Closing his notebook, Severus got up and moved around for a while.

Nagini looked out the window and saw the Death Eaters leaving the manor one after another: {Strange, today ended so early. }

Recently, Waldmont's working hours seem to be arranged according to the general organization, which seems to be extraordinarily regular.In the past, he didn't care whether it was day or night, and there were cases where Death Eaters stayed in the manor all night.

Something changed quietly, but Nagini still didn't know the reason.

Nagini looked at Severus who was still moving: could it be because of him?

Wardmont pushed open the door and walked in, without disturbing Severus' activities, but just took the documents he had put in the drawer.

He doesn't work in the study all the time, and some unimportant documents are kept in drawers.Wardmont allowed Severus to use the study, which meant that these things were actually open to him, but Severus didn't go overboard once.Waldmont didn't know whether to praise Severus or regret his "pedantry".

"Teacher, I finished reading the newspaper today, you can take a look at my notes." Severus felt relieved and walked towards Wardmont.

Picking up his notebook, he looked at Wardmont almost eagerly. Severus was a little curious about what documents Wardmont had, but he didn't look closely.

Waldmont pulled out two sheets of paper from the file, put them in a brown paper bag, and took Severus' notes casually. Feeling the weight of the four notebooks, Waldmont temporarily put down the brown paper bag and walked to the window.

In the faint afternoon sun, Waldmont's tall body was leaning against the window, with his head slightly tilted, the sunlight melted into his body, as if his whole body was glowing.

He held four notes in his hand, and the one on the top was being carefully read page by page by Waldmont.

Severus couldn't help being a little nervous, and began to worry about whether what he wrote would dissatisfy Waldmont, or that his knowledge was too shallow.

Maybe in the last few newspapers he really didn't record seriously - there were too many gossips, and he didn't want to know which pair of sisters sang which weird song won the favor of wizards, and he didn't want to know which pureblood had more Money, what kind of fabric are you wearing?

Waldmont's reading speed is not slow, but it is enough to ensure that he can see the content of each page clearly. Severus's ability to collect and organize information and grasp the elements is indeed very strong. This is one of his strengths. kind of talent.

Although Severus is only a child now, because he is a child, his perspective on the problem has brought a lot of freshness to Wardmont.

At first, the information that Severus recorded and sorted out was just a refinement of general news, but the more he looked back, the more Severus grasped the key points, and his view of a piece of news became more and more comprehensive.

He didn't fully trust these news. Severus always had a skeptical attitude towards the information he received from others, and in his interpretation and judgment, he would constantly verify whether it was so.However, some news that is too old to be verified has indeed become a problem that bothers him.

"It's—unexpectedly," said Wardmont, half-lifting his face, as if in awe.From his eyes, it is obvious to see his appreciation.

Severus felt the compliment, and he felt his ears burn and the base of his neck burn.

The child who is rarely praised is now shy.

"I'd love to finish it right away, but we have to go out now." Wardmont shrank the notebook with a spell and put it in his pocket. "Severus, we're going to Prince's house today."

The heat on Severus's face quickly faded - he would go sooner or later anyway - Severus didn't think about the possibility of not going, so he nodded to Waldmont, restrained himself and asked Waldmont to do it himself What kind of mind do you have.

"Change first." Waldmont signaled Nagini to move.

At the manor, Severus dressed casually.Everything was arranged by Nagini, Severus only needed to wake up and change the clothes by the bed every day.In this way, Severus, who was not interested in dressing up, didn't know what he should wear.

Nagini hooked Severus' ankle lazily with her tail, and went to Severus' bedroom first.

Wardmont also went to his bedroom to change.

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Old Prince stood in front of the mirror and let those unnamed miscellaneous things organize his appearance. The mirror said critical words from time to time, so ironic that Old Prince wanted to smash the damn mirror with his fist, but he had to Unable to restrain his anger, he continued to endure the harassment of these damn magic items.

Mrs. Prince on the sofa turned her head from time to time, and turned back again to show a bewildered smile, not even taking a sip of her favorite black tea.

Ever since he received the letter from Mr. "Morris" and knew that Severus would come today, the old Prince has been tossing himself back and forth, trying to present himself perfectly in front of Severus today. I have a good mental outlook as a grandfather.

Every time he met Mrs. Prince's narrow eyes, the old Prince would even argue that this was to support the Prince family, and he must not lose his hand in front of a young man like Morris.

Mrs. Prince didn't expose her husband either. She sat on the sofa and straightened the folds of her clothes from time to time, hoping very much to impress Severus.

Irene still has no news after that. Mrs. Prince knows Irene. Even though Irene understands the recklessness of her choice at the beginning and suffers for her mistakes, she can say that she is sorry is the limit.Asking her to go back to them, ask their forgiveness, and beg them to take her back and help her out was something Irene would never do.

Everyone in the Prince family has such stubborn blood.

Mrs. Prince sighed in her heart, her eyes moved to the door frequently, her heart seemed to fly as she waited for Severus' arrival.

When was the last time you expected something to happen so much?

It was like waiting for the day Irene was born, she was so looking forward to her arrival, ready to spend every day with her little princess in the future, expecting to give her the best, let her thrive with their love .But she was also afraid that after Irene was born, she would not be able to take good care of the child and give her the best.Even giving birth brought great psychological pressure to her.

Expecting Severus to come, and dreading his coming.Worried that Severus wouldn't want to come, and worried that they wouldn't be able to get along well after he came.

"This feeling like a tryst, really..." Mrs. Prince sighed.

Old Prince stood behind Mrs. Prince at some point, with his old palm on Mrs. Prince's shoulder.

Mrs. Prince patted the back of Old Prince's hand in response.

The doorbell of Prince's house was ringing at this moment.

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