The happiness of HP

After a brief reminiscence and introduction, everyone else made excuses to leave, after all, in their eyes, they still feared Severus Snape to some extent.In the end, there were only old friends left, Kingsley, Flitwick, Sprout, Pomfrey, and McGonagall, plus Hermione, a total of seven people, the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

"Oh, Severus, would you like some pumpkin juice?" Professor McGonagall was somewhat reserved, after all, she could feel that after Severus returned to Hogwarts, the defense of the castle was stronger than in the previous 12 years , it's a good sign that Hogwarts is responding to its approved headmaster.

"Well, my dormitory is still in the cellar?" Severus asked nonchalantly.

"Of course, Severus, your dormitory and office have been left untouched, and Harry sealed it off with Parseltongue before he left," Professor McGonagall said.

Severus didn't reply, just curled the corners of his mouth, a little dazed.

"However, you might try it, after all you still have the headmaster's authority, don't you?" said Dumbledore's portrait on the wall.

"Shut up, Albus, you're just a portrait now!" Severus stretched out his pale and slender hand to rub his temples, and softly stopped the portrait from interrupting.

"I think you're tired too. Otherwise, go to Bobby's place to recuperate for a few days before thinking about the office and dormitory. Don't worry, it's only July 7th today," Professor McGonagall said.

"No…" Severus wanted to refuse.

"You can't say no! Severus, your condition is very bad." Madam Pomfrey immediately interrupted Severus' refusal.

"Bobby is right, Severus, you should rest for a few days first," Professor Flitwick said.

"But..." Severus wanted to open the office first, after all it was sealed by Harry, there might be any clues.

"Well, there are no buts and refusals, Professor Snape, think about it, he's waiting for you somewhere, isn't he?" Hermione smiled and said, "You know that even if you want to do something, you have to do it well." Let’s rest for a few days. After all, good health is the prerequisite for doing anything. You just came out of Azkaban today. Even with the support of those medicines, it is not a long-term solution. I believe you will not want him to see you weak look, doesn't it?"

"Granger!" Severus had to say that Hermione was right, and had smartly strangled his weakness.

"Oh, sorry, professors, it's time for me to go back to work." Hermione immediately stopped, smiled at the professors, and then got up and walked into the fireplace, "Also, Professor Snape, you know I am now Mrs Beanie, isn't she?"

Oh, Severus thought, a lioness in snakeskin was really tough.Seeing Hermione disappear into the flames, the ladies naturally wouldn't let go of their colleagues who had grown up with them all the way. Therefore, when the protest was ineffective, Severus had to choose to stay in the medical wing temporarily.

"Severus," Dumbledore's portrait on the wall said again just as Severus was about to leave with Madam Pomfrey, "You are right, I am just a portrait, just a derivative of a memory Dumbledore, not your Dumbledore, but apart from you and Harry, no one can recognize this fact... I am very happy that you are back, and I am sure my original self must be very happy. Besides, I think, I I and my original body are very sorry for making you suffer in Azkaban."

Severus didn't turn his head, turned his back to the five colleagues, but paused in his footsteps, and the professors present sighed lightly——

"No, apologies are useless. If you know it's hurt, don't do it. For the hurt that has already been done, let time heal. Albus, fate can't be chosen, life can't be assumed. Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten .Change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed. This is what we have to do.” The magnetic and slightly tired voice echoed in the office on the eighth floor.

All the professors present were in awe of the man who slowly left the office - this is the hero, this is Dumbledore's successor, the helm of Hogwarts!

"I kind of understand you, Albus. He is a real wise man, a man worthy of the position of headmaster." Kingsley said flatly in front of Dumbledore's portrait.

"Minerva, if you have anything to do with the school or the Ministry of Magic, just ask Severus." Albus stuffed a candy into his mouth in the portrait.

Yes, he is the principal!

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Germany, Moringstrasse

Returning to Simbo's small bookstore again, Jeremy cast a magic spell on the time display, and it was already 2:[-].There was only half an hour left before the appointment time with the taxi driver. Jeremy knew that if he didn't take the children to the potion material store this time, he really didn't know that the two little guys would quarrel with him for a few days.This temper can be regarded as following Sev, Jeremy thought of his lover, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.If he was still there, would Apu always pester him to buy potion materials together?Sif must have disliked Apu's restlessness while taking his son to the potion material store, and introduced the source and function of the material to his son by the way, and then he might buy a bunch of potions under his son's entanglement like himself Material?Where's Al?Will she always ask her father to explain the pharmacology of potions to her?Facing Lily's daughter who looks five points alike, how will Sif respond?It should be pampering, right?Maybe he will hold his daughter in his arms and explain the pharmacology to her in detail?

Whenever he thinks of such a scene, Jeremy always raises his head 45 degrees, and then smiles—this is the only support he has had for many years.He has never shed tears in these years, even when he gave birth alone on the rainy night when he was 18 years old; no matter how hard it is to raise a child in these years, even if he was so anxious that tears rolled in his eyes, But the embrace that can make him vulnerable is gone, and he is no longer a boy, so he raised his head 45 degrees and let the tears dry; How many times did he want to pay homage to his innocence and kindness when he competed with others for medicinal materials and sometimes even killed his opponents, but the pain in his soul could not make him cry, because he was two The father of the child, he wants to support the only flesh and blood of himself and his lover, he learned to smile.

With a smile, he came to the bookstore on the first floor.

"Dad!" Seeing Jeremy walking down the stairs with his usual gentle smile, the two children rushed over immediately.

"Oh, don't run like this, what if you fall?" Jeremy opened his arms, stopped one with one hand, and then taught, "You are not in good health, and you will waste my potion if you fall. How old are you, and you are still so reckless ?” Jeremy reached out and scratched the children’s noses lightly.

"Daddy is bad! My brother and Al's noses will be deformed by daddy!" Artemis complained, covering her nose.

"Oh, Dad, I don't want to become a big nose!" Apollo made a face.

"That's really unfortunate, your other half of genes comes from a big nose." Jeremy teased his son, playfully rubbing his son's black hair, which is the little sun left by his sun god.

"Only with nose and eyes, I want to be like my father!" Apollo decided.

"Oh dear, if it weren't for that, I'd take you for your father. That would drive me crazy!" Jeremy sighed softly.

"Jerome, do you need any books?" Simbo asked with a smile, timely dispelling the young man's sadness.

"No, but did Apu and Al see anything they liked?" Jeremy asked.

"Yes." Apollo said, and he and his sister handed in six books, one history book, one biography collection, and four Potions treatises.

"Oh, Simbo, how much is it?" Jeremy didn't stop the children from buying books. In fact, he would buy them as long as they liked it and it wasn't too much.And Apollo and Artemis will never make excessive demands, because they both know the origin of every Gallon in their father's pocket very well. Compared with ordinary children, they often see their father get hurt because of Galleons. , Therefore, often they all have to budget carefully for a copper Knut, and they don't want to let Dad's Galleons be spent unworthy.

"No, you don't need to come out. A scholar came here just now. Your two babies are very popular. I left Garen to say that I would add two more books to the children. Just as I said before, I would give them both. One copy. If you really feel sorry, you can still give me the exclusive right to sell the new book in Europe next time." Simbo said with a smile.

"Alright, I do have a new book coming out in a while." Jeremy smiled.

"Is it the research on the Aquarium magic pattern?" Simbo laughed.

"Well, I must go to the East China Sea Line when I go out this time, so I will visit Elder Memede. I don't quite understand how many magic patterns there are. I can finish the manuscript when I figure it out. Send it to you, and you can just put it on the shelf." Jeremy said.

"Well, your previous three books have attracted many people! This time it will definitely be an eye-opener, right? I'm just waiting to make a lot of money." Simbo said with a smile.

"Okay, I have to take them to the potion material shop. Goodbye," Jeremy said.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Simbo!" the two children said in unison.

"Oh, little angels, come and play when you have time!"

Then Simbo sent the three people to the door, watched them disappear into the corner of the street, and then turned back to the shop.

"Mr. Shopkeeper," after a while, another guest came, "I need a copy of "Ancient Witch Ode", "A Brief Discussion on Ancient Mayan Art" and "Discussion on Pharmacy and Folk Remedies" edited by Mr. Azaplet, in English Version."

Simbo looked up at the scholar. He had platinum-blond hair, cold gray-blue eyes showing a bit of arrogance—a typical nobleman, and a pale pointed face.Holding a snake-shaped silver cane in his hand, he was obviously the head of a noble family, but it surprised Simbo—he was too young.

"Okay, please wait a moment." As a good-tempered person, Simbo didn't think there was anything to be unhappy about. Some people are born arrogant, aren't they?

At this time, a woman with black hair and black eyes also walked in.

"Pan, why did you come in? Can't you just wait outside?" The man saw a trace of warmth in the woman's eyes.

"Draco, I want to see what gift you bought for the dean. Do you need to come to Germany from England? To this kind of non-noble place?" The woman looked at the bookstore with a scrutinizing gaze.

"It's just three books, I think the godfather will like it. If it's not too difficult, I'd rather pack Scarhead back, the godfather will like it more!" Draco said.

"Damn Harry Potter, where did he go?" The woman looked very upset.

"Be careful, Pan, dear..." Draco shook the woman's hand.

"Sir, your books, a total of..." Three books were handed up, and before he finished speaking, there was a "dang", and a bag of heavy gold Galleons fell in front of his eyes.

"There's no need to look for it..." The pair of wizards had already left the door.

Xin Bo stroked his chin, smacked his lips, and looked at the exquisite little purse in front of him. He couldn't help but feel that today was really a lucky day, and one or two of them spent a lot of money.

Hmm, maybe those two little angels are really lucky messengers?