I'm playing a big knife at HP

Snape woke up in a cramped room.The river outside the window exudes a familiar pungent smell, and even the shapes of the stains on the walls are so familiar.

Spider's End, Cokeworth.This is his room.

He got up from the bed, feeling something was wrong.He habitually went to touch his wand under the pillow - there was none.He remembered his situation. He was now an officially certified purebred Muggle, without any magic power.But something else wasn't quite right—were the ceiling and furniture too high in this room?

He looked at his hands, then stomped to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.Very good, it is still a familiar face, but this face has not been seen for more than [-] years.

He stepped on his feet and carefully looked at his seven-year-old face.After adjusting his mentality, he didn't think it was a bad thing.Snape considered himself a pragmatic and result-oriented talent, so at the moment he didn't make a fuss about shrinking himself.He was seriously thinking about whether he could be tricked into a kiss by being cute because of his young age-Martha still seemed to prefer children.

The conclusion is that it should not.

After analyzing calmly and objectively, Snape reconfirmed the fact that he was not cute at all, and he didn't feel much regret.It was too difficult to be cute - Severus hadn't done it since the mature age of six.Although his acting skills are superb, he still doesn't have much confidence in acting cute effectively.

He sighed, pulled off his short clothes, and went downstairs.As expected, there was no one at home.He dug out some leftovers from the refrigerator, and walked around in the living room while heating them up.He knew from the calendar that today was December 1967, 12.At this time, Tobias Snape had been out of work for more than a year and had begun to drink heavily, but the couple hadn't completely lost their confidence in life, and the family situation was not too bad.Snape took a look at the children's clothes he was wearing - although they were a bit short, they were at least much better than the mother's old clothes he would wear in the future, and there seemed to be no bruises on his body.

A clock on the wall reads 02:30pm.At this point in time, Irene should be at work, and Tobias is either doing odd jobs or looking for a job. Of course, it is more likely that he is drinking.They wouldn't be back until dark, so Snape had plenty of time to sneak out and find Martha.He rummaged through boxes and boxes to find hats and gloves, and solemnly put on the somewhat small woolen cap and gloves with one or two holes, and put on the only pair of dirty and worn-out shoes that fit his feet.He actually remembered the gloves—there was a crudely made Mickey Mouse on the back of the hand.These were the last pair of gloves from his childhood, and they were thrown away when they were too worn out.

Snape was out.Across the small river, the silhouettes of high-rise buildings in the city in the distance loomed under the hazy sky.Cokeworth is a satellite town next to the big city in central England. It is home to both the middle class with single-family houses and gardens, as well as low-income blue-collar workers and new immigrants.

He couldn't help but hope that Martha hadn't been randomly dropped into that city—even in the 60s, this big city that started with heavy industry had a population of 100 million.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he stepped deep and shallow across the river full of garbage, broken bricks and rotten wood, passing a group of urchins who were dressed in similar rags and filth.Most of the kids in that group were as pale as he was, but there were also two or three brown or dark kids.The older children carried the younger children on their shoulders, and the children on the shoulders held wooden sticks and beat each other two by two, yelling words like "should die, surrender quickly."He suddenly remembered a game that Martha had described, couldn't help but stopped, and took a look.That's the game, he thought, smiling.

An older boy saw him standing aside and called out to him, "Hey, what are you looking at? Do you want to play with us?"

Snape shook his head. "I'm looking for a pretty woman with dark hair and blue eyes. Have you ever seen such a person?"

Several other boys also gathered around, and when they heard what he said, they started to talk about the beautiful girls they knew, for a while they were young teachers in school, and for a while they were big sisters in the grocery store. There was soon a quarrel over who looked the best.

Snape didn't get any useful clues, so he just walked on aimlessly.Cokeworth hadn't changed much in decades, and he had no trouble coming to the town's high street.While walking, Snape stared at the black-haired girls passing by, but Martha didn't find him, but got a few blank eyes from the girls.

As he walked, he passed the tavern in the town.This pub is opened by an Irish immigrant couple. It is a restaurant during the day and a tavern at night. It opens from ten in the morning to two in the morning every day.At this time, it was the end of lunch and the break period before dinner. Through the glass door, a brown-red haired woman with a bulging belly and a tired face could be seen mopping the floor.Not far behind her, a little boy with curly black hair was lying in front of the glass window reading a picture book.

Snape was familiar with the O'Connor couple who owned the tavern, after all, he had gotten his father out of there countless times, and he also knew their two sons.Count the years, and now Mrs. O'Connor is pregnant with her firstborn son, he thought, hurrying over.

Wait, no.

Snape stopped in his tracks, walked back a few steps backwards, and squinted at the black hairball.He was sure that the O'Connor family had only two sons, so what was that?Hei Maotuanzi noticed that someone was staring at her, raised his head, moved to the glass window and began to observe the unexpected guest outside the window.This dumpling was obviously a girl, with a chubby face, eyelashes measuring one centimeter in length, and two blue eyes that were particularly large.Snape felt more and more that something was wrong - he had never seen such a child in his memory, and the O'Connors were both red-haired, where did such a little black-haired girl come from?

It's definitely not what I thought, Snape thought anxiously, Martha must still look like an adult, and this must be just a coincidence—the children all look about the same, right?He wanted to walk away, but a strange instinct held him in place, staring at the little girl.Hei Mao Tuan Zi was standing on the chair at this time, watching him with his face pressed against the glass window, his nose was squeezed flat, his face was a bit deformed, it looked very ridiculous.

Snape was relieved - it was definitely not Martha, she was so stupid.

He was about to leave, but he saw the little ball jumping off the chair, running to Mrs. O'Connor who had finished mopping the floor and was about to go back to the kitchen, pulling her apron and asking loudly: "Mom, can I go out to play! "

Her mother nodded hastily, grabbed a mint from the counter and stuffed it to her, without asking her where she was going or who she was playing with, and hurriedly disappeared behind the kitchen door.

Curly Ball was very happy, stuffed the candy into the pocket of his coat, ran to the glass door quickly, looked up at Snape outside the door through the glass door.

Snape was desperate to find that there were dimples at the corners of her mouth, and this little fleshy face became more and more familiar.

The little girl with a suspicious background stood on tiptoe, twisted the door lock with great difficulty, turned the doorknob that was a little taller than herself, and opened the door loudly.

A gust of cold wind came in, and the little girl slipped out through the crack of the door, and continued to look up at Snape, showing a cheerful smile of unknown meaning.

Snape suddenly felt his scalp tingling—everyone in Hogwarts knew everyone. Although Professor Severus Snape was in the position of teaching and educating people, he hated children.Only Snape knew that rather than hating children, he was a little afraid of such unreasonable, unpredictable, random creatures.

Right now, a creature of this kind, estimated to be four or five years old, is staring at him with wide eyes: "My name is Martha! What's your name?"

The hope in Snape's heart was gradually crumbling, and he replied dully, "Severus."

Curly Ball stared at him eagerly, and her petal-like lips moved: "Can you say it again?"

Snape felt that this world was so cruel - when we parted, Martha was still a young genius who could learn the spell by reading it three times, but when we met again, she couldn't even pronounce my name.

"Severus." He showed the patience he had for the dumbest Hufflepuff, "my name is Severus."

The little girl read it out with some difficulty, and commented: "Your name is really strange."

She quickly gave up on his name and made her request loudly: "Let's play together!"

With the last hope in his arms, Snape knelt down and asked patiently: "Do you have a sister, or aunt, or aunt who looks quite similar to you?"

Xiaotuanzi listened carefully, tried to understand what he said seriously, and then shook his head seriously.She said loudly again: "You can play with me!"

Snape was desperate.Not only did Martha's body shrink, but her IQ also shrank to four years old.But everything has come, what can he do?He nodded numbly, allowing the other party to hold his hand, and walked forward with bouncing bouncing.

He looked at the little curly hair bouncing along with her on Martha's head, and felt sad.That nasty old witch not only deprived Martha of her memory and their magical powers, but also turned her into a mentally handicapped state to torment me—what a poisonous plan!

That's right, how could such a scheming witch who has served as the patriarch of the druids for many years be a simple person?How naive of me to think she would set up normal trials!Snape screamed inwardly, but his body still stumbled and followed the frighteningly powerful juvenile Martha to her little playground.It is said to be a playground, but it is actually just a small grass field next to the parking lot near the back door of the restaurant. The grass is yellow and withered in winter, and the soil is unsightly exposed, making it more shabby.

"Let's play a pirate treasure hunt!" Martha rolled her eyes, "I'm a pirate, you're a villain!"

She took out a few mints and stuffed them into his hands: "Go and hide these gold and silver jewels, I'll find them!"

Snape looked down at the cheap candies wrapped in cellophane, but couldn't help correcting her: "Pirates are bad guys. They're robbers."

"No!" She akimbo angrily, "I'm a pirate, you're the villain!"

Snape felt stupid, really.Seeing that Martha had turned around and covered her eyes to count, he resigned himself to hiding candies.

What is the mission?While stuffing mints into an abandoned can on the ground, he looked back sadly at Martha, who was wearing round clothes and counting loudly in a childish voice.

What a fart!I'm not a pervert!

Snape yelled at the sky angrily: "I give up the mission! Give up!! Get me out!"

The boy's tender voice drifted away desolately in the empty parking lot, and the only response to him was a very dissatisfied child's voice: "Have you hidden it?"

So he continued to hide the candy in dejection.

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