The happiness of HP

Because at the beginning of the last century, Germany produced a Dark Lord like Gellert Grindelwald, and this Lord is not a lunatic like Voldemort, so the magic world in Germany is more prosperous than other countries.They have two magic streets, one is Alpha Avenue in Berlin and the other is Mohling Allee in Munich.Of course, this is mainly because of the historical issues of East and West Germany.

At eleven o'clock, the family of three who had taken care of everything locked the door and went to see Morin Avenue.Mr. Asaplet took a child by the hand and walked out of the small yard. He drew out his wand and sent a signal. After a while, a car sped up and stopped in front of the family with a screeching brake.

"Hello, handsome gentlemen and beautiful ladies, welcome to the Mephisto wizard taxi, I am driver 2013, please get on board." The driver was a kind uncle, leaning his head from the driver's seat.

"Hello." Mr. Ashaplet said as he let the children into the back seat, and then sat next to the driver, "Go to Moline Street, don't go too fast, my children need to know about the surrounding area. Facilities and views."

"Okay, sir," said the driver, before a colorless barrier separated the driver from the guests.

"Apu, Al, maybe Dad can't wait for your birthday next month before leaving you, so at least you have to know where to buy daily necessities and food." Mr. Ashaplet explained to the children in the back seat,

"Dad, we just came back from the Nanigre Forest, can you stay with us for a few more days?" Artemis said softly.

"Good boy, you know that my next stop is to go to Maralda Forest. If I don't start in mid-August, I will miss the firefly collection period." Mr. Asaplet said.

"Father, we want to go with you too." Artemis said.

"But, Al, you know, you are going to be 11 soon, and you need some systematic study and some suitable friends." Mr. Ashaplet explained patiently.

"But, Dad, we think we can learn a lot by following you. Why do you want us to go to school? Is it because we are too weak and have become your drag?" Apollo said pitifully with his big green eyes open.

"Oh, Apu, don't think so. To me, you and Al are both daddy's babies, and it's not a burden at all." Mr. Ashaplet turned around and said.

"Then we don't want to go to school..." Apollo frowned.

"No, dear, you have to go to school. Boy, you're grown up and need friends. And Dad doesn't have time to teach you systematically, although you have some magic that even seventh graders in school can't use well, However, Dad still hopes that you can learn more. Dad hopes that you can surpass Dad in the future." Mr. Ashaplet said gently to the children.

"But, Dad, we will miss you..." Apollo was still reluctant.

"Daddy will miss you too. I will write to you often. You don't have to worry." Mr. Asaplet said with a smile, "Daddy said that Daddy's babies are baby eagles, so don't worry about it, right? Remember You weren't afraid when I left you in France a few years ago, were you?"

"Okay, then dad will send us something fun?" Seeing that his dad would not change his mind, Apollo began to fight for his rights.

"Of course, I'll send Apu the most interesting herbs and Al the best books." Mr. Ashaplet frowned, but there was a flash of sadness in his eyes.

……

Soon the Magic Taxi arrived at the entrance of Moline Street—a modern bar on the banks of the Isar River. Mr. Azapret paid the driver 13 silver Sickles and 1 Canadian dollar. Long tip for asking the driver to pick me up here at 3pm.With such a generous tip, the driver naturally readily agreed.

Mr. Asaplet took the two children into the bar and went all the way to a wing behind the bar. He touched a closed door in a classical painting in the wing, and the door in that picture opened immediately. , Mr. Asaplet took the two children through the painting calmly.

All kinds of shops stand on both sides of the street. Under the bright sunshine, people are walking on the street wearing decent cloaks.Mr. Asaplet took the children to a tall, snow-white building in the middle of the street, which was the headquarters of Gringotts in West Germany.It has a very simple bronze gate with rust spots on it, obviously after many years.Two goblins in uniform stood on both sides. They had thinning hair, big ears, wrinkled skin, and thin hands and feet...

Apollo and Artemis were not surprised because they often saw this creature when they traveled with their father.

The goblin bowed to the three and helped him push open the ancient bronze gate. Then, a silver door appeared in front of him. The following words were engraved on the two silver doors in German:

Come in, stranger, but be careful

What is the end of insatiable greed,

Blindly ask for, get for nothing,

will be severely punished.

If you want to take a piece of wealth that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned,

Be careful not to bring treasures, but evil rewards.

The children shook their heads speechlessly. Over the years, they had given up hope on banks in the wizarding world. Almost as long as they entered Gringotts, they would see the same content. Although the words were different, it was quite boring.Let the two goblins rush to catch up from behind, push open the silver door for them, and then came to a tall marble hall, a hundred or so goblins sat on high stools behind a row of long counters, some with Copper scales were weighing coins, some were examining precious stones with eyepieces, and some were scribbling entries into large ledgers.There are countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many goblins are busy guiding people in and out of these doors.

Follow Papa as he withdraws some galleons from the leprechaun and exchanges some euros.Then there was a little disappointment - Dad wasn't taking them to Gringotts Reservations today.To be honest, they kind of miss the thrill of Gringotts Speed.

After leaving Gringotts, Mr. Asaplet took his two children to have a sumptuous lunch. Seeing his son's elegant eating movements, he couldn't help being a little dazed——

Once upon a time, there was a man...

Even after so long, the image of that man has never faded, perhaps because his son is too much like him?No, even looking at a daughter who doesn't look like him at all reminds him of him.I have never forgotten, I have never forgotten those good things, even those sweet things are accompanied by the shadow of war and the threat of death.His eyes moved to his left hand, and fixed on the somewhat worn silver ring inlaid with a black crystal on his ring finger——

He once said that after the war, he would give himself a more precious ring, instead of using such a cheap old ring that he had worn for many years to enclose the heart of his most precious boy.In fact, I don't mind at all, it doesn't matter if he has worn it for many years, it doesn't matter if it's cheap, it doesn't matter if it's brand new, or it doesn't matter if it's expensive, as long as it's worn by him for himself, that's fine.

At the beginning, I didn't like him at all. No one would have thought that I would fall in love with a sharp Potions professor who was 20 years older than me.My affection for him was due to an accident in the fifth grade, maybe it was a turning point in history... But those are not important, the important thing is that I know and love him, support each other in the war, and hope for happiness, but he did it for The so-called mission finally left him, leaving behind himself a widow and two posthumous children.

Sev... you are so cruel.

Sev, why do I still love you so much?Never forget.

No matter how far the migratory birds fly, they also miss the south; the traveler's world is still home at the end.

But, Sev, what about our desired happiness?

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The cold wind whizzed by, and the waves beat against the rocks outside. Even though there were no dementors, it seemed that the icy breath left by the dementors had not dissipated for 12 years, even though it was the hottest July now.If there's anything else here, it's for sure—despair.This is Azkaban.

The prison door, which has not been opened for 12 years, is making harsh noises.

"Mr. Snape, the Minister invites you." The warden said with a hint of sarcasm.

……

The man in shackles was taken to the minister's office.

Mrs. Zabini looked at her professor silently. Compared to her last memory, Snape was emaciated.The sallow skin collapsed tightly on his bones, only the dark eyes were still a little bit alive, and maybe there were some doubts.His hair was much grayer and longer than his waist - which accentuated his age and thinness - the hair had long since lost the greasyness that Hermione remembered and became dry and frizzy.The black wizard robe was torn, and the sleeves, which could only be called strips, could not cover the pale skin on Snape's arm, as well as the bruises and bruises on it.And those feet that stepped on the ground had cracked wounds one by one, and the wounds looked extraordinarily hideous. ——All this made the female minister tremble in her heart, and she took a step back subconsciously.

"What do you want from me? Is he back?" The old man's voice was no longer as magnetic as before, but hoarse.

"I'm sorry, Professor, we still don't have any news about him." Hermione said with red eyes. "For 12 years, it's like he disappeared from the world."

"I see." The only bit of life in those eyes disappeared, "Then, if I guessed correctly, you are the Minister of Magic?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, let me guess... you've got me... perhaps to kill me for Hogwarts?" Snape calmly guessed, or so he hoped.

"No, Professor, I would never do that."

"So, what made Miss Granger, the know-it-all of Gryffindor, the heroine who fought alongside the Saviour, the perfect Lady Minister, condescend to draw a filthy Death Eater?" Snape said slowly.

"Oh, professor, we all know that you are on our side..." Hermione's voice was slightly lower, and she snapped her fingers to open the shackles, "Actually, your destination today is Hogwarts, But I think, as a Slytherin, you'd be willing to tidy yourself up before then. Well, the clothes are prepared by Draco, go." Hermione sighed and pushed her into the door of the minister's office. The bathroom, "I also put the potion on the sink. Although it may not be as good as yours, it is the best potion we can find. Besides, Professor, I am not Miss Granger, I am It's Mrs. Zabini; it's never me, but you who can stand by Harry's side!"

After closing the bathroom door for Snape, Hermione walked to her desk, opened a drawer, took out a long box from it, opened the box, and there lay a twelve and a half inch long The holly wand, thinking back to 12 years ago——

"Hermione, bury my wand with him."