[SSHP] End of life

Snape sat on the chair, facing Harry who was slumped on the chair with an apple in his hand.His newspaper was put aside.

"Answer me, Potter. Everything you know about werewolves."

"Well... there are werewolves all over the world. Almost all werewolves were once wizards before being bitten. The necessary condition to become a werewolf is to be bitten by a werewolf in wolf form on a full moon. If attacked by a werewolf in human form, Victims may develop some harmless, somewhat wolf-like disposition preferences, such as a preference for raw meat, but generally suffer no long-term adverse effects in other respects...a werewolf bite or scratch left behind Wounds on the ground will leave lasting scars whether the assailant was wolf-shaped or not when he struck."

"Looks like nine years of education left something in your head. Yes, very few Muggles can survive being bitten, and all werewolves we know of so far are wizards. Werewolves are aggressive. , some of them can use wands, so they are extremely dangerous." Snape stood up, "The British werewolf settlement is in South Wales, in the Cumbria Mountains. This is the destination of our trip."

Harry was still sitting there.He rubbed his stomach and inhaled lightly—he didn't dare to inhale too hard.Then he kept his body still as much as possible and let out a hum from the back of his throat.

Snape tapped the table lightly with his forefinger. "One last thing, Potter. If I use a wand, the Dark Lord will be able to feel me. Out of this house, I can no longer use a wand. Never cause trouble on the road, unless you make sure you can do it with your fists. I hope Use your brain as much as you can, remember it."

"But neither of us can use magic, it's really not safe. What does Professor Dumbledore say?" Harry asked.While asking those words, he waited for Snape's attack.

Sure enough, as he expected.The man raised an eyebrow, but there was no real anger in his tone. "After a month, the Savior finally realized that his little head was in danger? A Potter would never think that this mission is not safe before running into danger."

Harry shook his head and replied peacefully: "Professor Dumbledore asked for this, and we all know he can't resist. Did he really say nothing to you?"

"He wouldn't tell you if he didn't want to, Potter." Snape snorted. "I thought you knew that already."

"But he trusts you so much."

Snape looked at Harry as if judging the truth of his words.Finally he sneered: "It's necessary, Severus, it's necessary—that's the whole damn explanation."

He didn't say anything more, just gave Harry a warning look, walked to the door and picked up a suitcase.Harry stood up slowly and staggered after them, and they went out, locked.An old jeep was parked at the door.It wasn't here yesterday.

"Merlin, this is a model from more than ten years ago." Harry said, he threw his small schoolbag on the back seat, and opened the passenger's door with difficulty.The door was jammed, and he gave it a hard push to open it.He felt the contents of his stomach move a little closer to his throat because of his abdominal muscles.

Snape also tipped the box onto the back seat and got in from the driver's side.When he closed the car door, the car door made a very loud bang and didn't close.He slammed it shut again, and this time it closed.

"Can this car really take us into the mountains?" Harry asked.The car bounced and started roaring.

"It's the best car the Aurors could find," Snape said darkly.

He put it in gear, and the car made a screeching noise and moved forward smoothly.Harry checked his watch, it was just before six.He leaned against the car window and watched the street scene outside the window for a while.

"We should be there by noon, probably," he said, staring boredly at the trees along the road, feeling that he had had enough of the silence.

"You think the only way from Manchester to Wales is on the map? Be careful, Potter."

"By heart?" said Harry. "You mean taking into account the possibility that the car broke down on the way?"

Snape didn't hide his anger: "Dumbledore didn't tell you anything? After your werewolf friend was driven out of the werewolf colony, the werewolves put in complex defensive spells. Thanks to him, we can only Repeatedly walking on a certain road in a certain order can break through this spell. According to Dumbledore's rough estimate, we will have to walk around the mountain for at least a week!"

"But how did Professor Dumbledore know the method?" Harry asked curiously.

"If you take it slowly that he seems to know everything, you won't be surprised that he knows such a small thing," Snape replied.

Harry still held the bitten apple in his hand, and now that he felt better, he began to nibble on it. "You can drive." He found a topic.

Snape turned a corner and ignored him.

Harry took another bite of the apple, put his head on the front desk, and stared at Snape's profile without blinking.

"You're blocking my mirror, Potter," Snape said coldly, glancing at him.

Harry continued to put his head there.They were already out of the city, and there was no traffic on this half of the road in the same direction, and Snape didn't need to use his mirrors.On the left are small green hills and electric poles that can't be seen.They drove straight up a gentle slope, and when they got close, Harry realized that the road turned at the foot of the slope.

They walked on in silence for a long time.The sun was already high and the landscape was unchanged.Harry finally finished eating the oxidized apple, and he threw the core at his feet on the tattered, dusty floor mat under his feet.

He shifted his body and moved his head slightly towards Snape, still staring at Snape's face.It was the second time he'd been in the passenger seat so close to the driver's seat - the first time he'd been flying to school with Ron, and that was far away for him.He remembered that time he was full of restlessness and excitement, and there was no silence.It's completely different from this time.

The seatbacks of this car are high, they cut the bodywork into front and rear, and they're enclosed in the front half.In the confined space, Harry felt safe, and even developed a strange affinity for Snape.He blinked and asked boldly, "Why do you drive? I thought you would stay away from all Muggle things."

"Being a Death Eater doesn't mean you don't know anything about Muggles, Potter."

"No, that's not what I meant," said Harry, unable to resist glancing at Snape's left arm, "I just thought, um, you'd fit nicely in a wizard's attire, but you'd also look great with Muggle stuff. Wonderful. Does it have anything to do with your father being a Muggle?"

"May I take your fantastic evaluation as a compliment?"

"Of course," said Harry, noticing for the first time that there was something normal about Snape besides dark humor, and he secretly thought he liked that part. "Your outfit with Muggle clothes is... just, um, cool. Dudley used to say that. But I just wanted to know why you drive, and it's not like you're a new learner, you and Uncle Vernon drive like that." Just as good."

Snape looked ahead, and there were a few clouds floating on the hillside in the distance. "My dad wanted me to be normal, he tried to get me to drive when I was 12 years old."

"Same as my aunt's family." Harry stroked his short hair, "They always said I was abnormal, a freak, and a nasty kid, but they never tried to teach me that I could be a good asshole." melon stuff. I guess they want to send me to jail as long as those things don't happen to me again."

He moved in his seat. "If I could drive, I'd trade you. You've been driving for hours. Would your father beat you?"

Snape was silent for a while, but he still answered: "Most of the time he just quarreled with my mother. Since I was ten years old, he would occasionally come into the house and beat me up when I was in a hurry, and my mother would also beat me when I stopped him." Beat. Then he didn't dare, and then he died. What else do you want to know, to be a gossip Mr. Potter who hates more than your friends?"

"I'm sorry, sir. But what else can I do?"

"I would be grateful if you shut up."

Harry pouted.He straightened his body from the seat and found that there was a small town in front of them.It seemed to appear suddenly on the horizon, Harry thought with a little surprise, as if by magic it had been hidden.

Snape shot Harry a sudden look. "That's right, Potter," he said, though without admiration in his tone. "We're here to make some last supplies, and we're heading into the mountains."

He parked the car in front of a small supermarket.It was the only shop in town, and Harry couldn't help thinking that maybe this wasn't the England he knew - when Hermione traveled with her parents, it was normal England everywhere, and the Forest of Dean was still That Forest of Dean.But he didn't think it was near the Steinnonia National Park where they were supposed to be, at least he didn't see the supposedly representative mountains.It was so desolate here, so sparsely populated—it occurred to him that maybe it wasn't the Muggle world that was hidden by magic, but themselves.

He seriously considered this possibility, followed Snape out of the car with mixed feelings, picked up the sticky core and threw it into the roadside trash can.He wasn't hungry yet, but the morning had been enough to empty his stomach.Snape opened the rear door, opened the trunk, and took out a small black leather bag from inside.Harry stood at the front of the car and looked at it from a distance. He thought the skin looked like dragon skin, but Muggles would definitely not recognize it.

He continued to follow Snape into the small supermarket with mixed feelings.This town obviously has a small population, and there are only four staff members in it.Snape made a beeline for a cart, pushed it beside the shelf, and started throwing cans into the cart.

"Do you come to the supermarket often, sir?" Harry asked in a low voice as he walked over.He rarely went out, and the Dursleys preferred to keep him inside while they were out shopping.The last time he went to the supermarket, it wasn't there yet.

"I need to eat, Potter." Snape replied calmly, and walked to another shelf to start loading the car with compressed biscuits.Two workers walked up to them, looked at him in surprise, and stood at the other end of the shelf, whispering.One of the obnoxious-looking brown-haired women covered her mouth and laughed.

Harry glared at her, and followed Snape, watching him gradually overwhelm the cart. "Do we still need canned coffee, sir?" he murmured disapprovingly.

"It's necessary," said Snape coldly. "Shut your mouth, Mr. Potter, and get some bread and jam over there."

"Why is it necessary?" Harry stood still.

"Because I'm rich," Snape replied.

He obviously didn't intend to make any more valuable explanations.Harry watched him grab three cans of coffee with one hand and throw them roughly into the cart, finally giving up on getting an answer from him.He walked to another cart, followed Snape's example and took half of every kind of jam, and put all the jam he liked into the shopping cart without hesitation.He pushed the shopping cart back and forth around Snape, who glanced at his cart but made no comment.So he walked to another aisle and started throwing cornflakes into the car.

After 15 minutes, they swept away all long-term storage food and canned coffee, and half of the bread and jam.Snape also took some other sundries and put them in his own cart.As Harry trudged another shopping trolley towards the cashier, he was surprised to see Snape open his leather bag and take out a bundle of pounds.

The cashier froze for a moment and glanced at Snape's face.Snape looked back, and took another bundle of pounds from his purse.

The purse must have been cast with the No Trace Stretching Charm.thought Harry.But it looks too shriveled on the outside, so taking so much money out of it attracts attention.The cashier seemed about to speak, and Snape lifted his chin slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay... sir..." the cashier murmured, pulling back his smile in apparent horror.He started counting the money Snape gave him one by one, even forgetting to count the contents of their shopping carts.Harry walked up to Snape, looked back, and the obnoxious brown-haired woman stopped smiling.He curled his lips and moved a little closer to Snape.

The author has something to say: The purpose of this transitional chapter is just to introduce werewolves. I didn't want to write a chapter at first, but wanted to combine it with the next chapter.Expanding so much, hahaha is purely because I really want SS to say Tianliang Wangpo.

Information about werewolves comes from Pottermore.

Eleventh, I believe that most people will use the holiday to go home and socialize, but they will be busier than usual.There will be an update today, and the number of words can explode in the next few days.