HP's Professor Feeding Manual

He was shocked when he found out what happened last night at work. "

Harry smiled awkwardly, "I didn't think of that either."

"I understand, you never look for trouble, it's always trouble that finds you." Hermione secretly smiled, and said Harry's complaints when he was a student.Harry glared at her, then laughed too.

"It seems that what happened yesterday didn't affect you too much." Dumbledore's portrait made a voice at this time, "You look very relaxed."

"Uh," facing the old headmaster, Harry was unavoidably nervous, "I think I've learned to try not to care too much about strange people and things." The one-year war after Dumbledore's death, the nine-year Life, let him thoroughly learn to choose and give up.

He could expose himself to subdue those terrorists for the lives of those Muggles, but it was hard to make him feel sad for people he didn't even know.He has people he cares about more, and he should be stronger for the people he cares about.Just looking at it like this, he seems to have become rational and a little cold-blooded.

"That's good." Dumbledore said slowly, "Although learning these is also a painful process. But people always grow up in various pains."

Harry nodded, and Madam Pomfrey coughed unhappily, "Maybe we can get to the point quickly, Albus, maybe you can't watch Quidditch anymore, but Minerva should tell you, A few more students were injured in the last Quidditch match!"

"Bobby, you should understand that a Quidditch match cannot be cancelled." Dumbledore in the portrait smiled happily, "Trust me, those children are happy even if they are injured."

"Yes." Madam Pomfrey said dryly, "so I never expected to cancel the school Quidditch match. Well, I will check Harry first." She stood up, feeling upset The good therapist directly ordered Harry to stand up straight, and began to examine him with his wand, the movements were really not gentle at all.

However, even Harry, who was born in Gryffindor, did not have the courage to provoke Madam Pomfrey at this time.He honestly cooperated with the other party's inspection and answered questions.

Madam Pomfrey stopped moving, and everyone looked at her.

"It's better than last time." Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "The large amount of mana consumption the day before did not have any bad aftereffects. According to the consumption of the spells he used, the degree of mana recovery has reached 70.00% of a normal person's." According to Harry's records at school, this is only about 50.00% of his normal mana recovery rate."

"My mana recovers faster than ordinary wizards?" Harry missed the point at all, "Why don't I know?"

☆、71·Cooking

Everyone ignored the question and continued to discuss Harry's situation in low voices.As the person involved, Harry couldn't get a word into their discussion other than cooperating with the physical examination.

He looked left and right for a long time and finally had to shake his head, took out his phone and continued to write the manuscript.A lot of things have happened these days, and he has stopped writing the manuscript according to the normal progress for three days.Although there is no mobile phone signal at Hogwarts, the mobile phone can still be turned on and use the software.

He read the paragraph he had written before, straightened out his thoughts, and started typing on his mobile phone.After a while, he forgot the surrounding situation and completely entered the state of writing.

While Snape was speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Harry occasionally, and adjusted his sitting posture slightly so that Harry could lean against him more comfortably.Harry subconsciously adjusted his posture, leaned comfortably next to Snape, and continued writing without raising his head.

Sensing the movement here, Hermione glanced up subconsciously, staring at the two people leaning together who were busy with their own affairs, and then she smiled and took out the previously collected information to continue their previous topic. "I have checked some magic information, because there is no precedent. I can only deduce that the disappearance of Harry's magic power may be related to Voldemort's complete death. As for why this situation appeared nine years after Voldemort's death, it is very difficult. It may be supported by Harry's own powerful magic."

How powerful Harry's magic is, everyone who was on the edge of the battle between him and Voldemort saw it during the final battle.A spell of armor and body protection was able to reflect Voldemort's Killing Curse and successfully killed Voldemort.This is simply a miracle, and the person who created this miracle is Harry.

And the magic that Lily used back then was brought up again. These are some magics that have disappeared in the long river of history. Fewer and fewer people know about them, and there are very few related books.However, Hermione and Ron still took advantage of their duties to find a lot of supporting books.

Among them, the black magic books and some ancient magic contained in the study of Malfoy's house really opened the eyes of Hermione and Ron.Well, mostly Hermione.Ron was responsible for arguing with Draco most of the time, and then flushed with anger, using his last rationale to ensure that he didn't ruin Hermione's chance to read at Malfoy's by fighting with Draco.

The discussion continued, and the loyal person in the discussion just quietly lowered his head and manipulated the phone, completely immersed in his own world, until he felt that the voices around him gradually stopped, and then he recovered and raised his head.

"It's over?" He quickly put away his phone, smiled awkwardly, sat up straight and looked at the crowd watching him, "Uh, did I miss something?"

"I'm sure you won't miss lunch." Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly, "but you missed almost all of what we were talking about."

"Anyway, you are here." Harry smiled awkwardly, "I just need to know the result."

Hermione couldn't help laughing wryly at such rascal words, and Snape beside him couldn't help but snorted mockingly.Harry touched his nose and suggested, "Why don't we go to lunch?"

When Harry returned from Hogwarts, he had already come to the whole conclusion. At present, they are not sure whether it is because of the relationship with Snape's marriage, or because of the contact with the Dursleys. It got better, but they finally found the reason for Harry's better situation, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

After returning, Harry went back to the room to import the files from the phone to the computer, and when he came out, he saw Snape busy in the kitchen wearing his apron.

! !

Snape took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and realized that he was being watched, so he straightened up and looked back.

"What's the matter?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, and Harry pointed hesitantly at the apron on his body and the ingredients in his hand, "This..."

"Don't worry, the poison won't kill you." Snape smirked, "Go and continue writing your novel, I've been restless all day at Hogwarts. Unless I'm blind, I won't miss your attention The power is elsewhere."

"Sorry." Harry walked over with a smile, "But for dinner, shall I come?"

Snape looked up at the clock in the living room, "It's four or ten minutes before you pick up Teddy. If you go back to your room now, you can at least organize your thoughts. There is only one time left before you hand in your manuscript this month." One week, I don't want you to live that kind of day and night life again."

At the end, there was a hint of warning in his voice, and his eyes became cold.Snape had always resented the fact that Harry's life turned upside down every time it was time to submit.

"Okay!" Harry raised his hands in surrender, "I'll bring the computer here now, if you have any uncertainties while cooking, you can directly ask me."

Snape smirked, "Don't think you're the only one who can cook."

"So, you want to show off?" Harry imitated him and raised his eyebrows, looking at Snape suspiciously, "Can I look forward to dinner today, dear?"

"I think it's worth looking forward to." Snape took the things into the kitchen, only leaving Harry a back view.Harry froze for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, went back to the bedroom and took out the notebook.

The inspiration generated at Hogwarts was quickly sorted out, and he re-edited the document and saved it, only to realize that the voice of Snape cursing under his breath that he expected at the beginning had never appeared.

Can he really cook?

Harry got up secretly, walked lightly to the kitchen door, and saw Snape skillfully cutting the asparagus. Looking from his side, he could even feel that the asparagus was precisely cut into the same size by Snape. length, and then he put the chopped asparagus on the side plate, where some other prepared ingredients had already been prepared.

All the ingredients are neat, long, short, and thick.

Harry swallowed, vaguely aware of Snape's way of handling ingredients - it really seemed [-]% similar to his process of handling potions.

This meticulous way of handling materials reminded him involuntarily of those words that Snape repeated in class time and time again when he was at Hogwarts.

But it was the first time he'd seen Snape handling potions up close - oh no!It's cooking!

He was almost in a trance, leaning against the kitchen door and watching Snape's unhurried movements.The person he was watching turned to look at the door after finishing all the asparagus.

"I think you should be ready to go out to pick up Teddy."

"Oh, yes!" Harry avoided Snape's gaze with a guilty conscience, "I'll go change first. Teddy will be very excited if he knows that Sevre prepared the dinner."

"..." Snape frowned slightly, looking at Harry who was running away with a puzzled look in his eyes—did something just happen?

The dinner was sumptuous and delicious. Teddy ate up his portion of dinner very much, and offered to take care of the dishes.Kreacher had been particularly depressed throughout the night, jumping out to protest when Snape was going to take a shower, cleaning up the room and preparing the meals was the job of the house-elves, and it was really stressful for them to do so.

"Kreacher is old, but Kreacher can still work for the master!" the house-elf protested strongly, and Harry peeked at the bathroom with a headache, "Well, I really didn't make dinner today. Well, did you Should I ask Severus to protest?"

"Harry Potter is the master of Kreacher." Obviously, the house elf's goal is accurate and cannot be misled, "The master started to dislike Kreacher for being useless, so he didn't let Kreacher work... Kreacher understands..."

"Please, don't do this." There was never anything Harry could do about creatures like house elves.Just like Winky and Dobby, "I see, I will discuss it with Severus, okay? At least breakfast and lunch will still be your job in the future, and I will talk to Teddy about washing dishes." .”

"There's still purchasing." Kreacher clearly understood what it means to chase after victory, and strongly demanded to take back his right to work with snot and tears.

"Uh, this... isn't it you who are purchasing all the ingredients for the potion at home? I'll do the daily necessities..."

Kreacher immediately looked at Harry with large, tear-filled eyes.

Harry resolutely defended his last bit of rights. Going to the supermarket is such a wonderful way to relieve stress. When you can't write, you can go to the supermarket to squeeze pasta or something...

After Kreacher left, Harry lay lazily on the bed, holding his laptop and browsing the web.It's just that hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom always reminded him of Snape involuntarily.

We've been living together for almost a year, why is Snape suddenly interested in cooking today?He tried hard to recall what happened before, and vaguely felt that it seemed to be related to the discussion of all of them at Hogwarts.

Was it because of this that Snape wanted to cook?

Give him a home through various efforts?Let the protective magic that Lily once stayed in his body keep its effect forever?

The door of the bathroom opened, and a puff of water vapor rushed over with the faint smell of bath liquid. Harry turned his head and glanced at Snape who had just come out with a towel around his waist, and curiously moved to the side of the bed, grabbed the towel and signaled him Sit on the edge of the bed.

Snape sat down, the soft mattress sagging slightly.Harry knelt behind him and wiped his hair with a towel.

"Sev, dinner was surprisingly delicious." He whispered behind Snape, "When did you learn to cook?"

☆, 72 · eat

Snape, who was sitting by the bed enjoying the service of the "Savior of the World", opened his slightly squinted eyes when he heard the words, turned around and grabbed Harry's hand and looked over.Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Snape nervously.

"When I was young." He heard the other party whisper, "If everyone forgets about my existence, I can only try to make something to eat by myself."

Harry recalled what he knew about Snape's childhood memories, and vaguely understood what the Snapes were to him.So the whole person hugged Snape tenderly and said in a low voice: "Now I have me." He thought of the Dursleys, and laughed at himself: "Compared to this, I was luckier than you when I was young. If there is no problem, the Dursleys will not starve me on purpose."

It's just that he never let him eat as much as he wanted, "After I went to Hogwarts to study, I learned to ask for help." Since that summer vacation, he was locked up by the Delis family because of Dobby. After being in the room, Hermione, Ron, and even the twins would send him a lot of snacks every summer vacation.

"I've never been so hungry since then." When thinking of the past, Harry couldn't help but smile, and the corner of his lips touched Snape's ear, "Now that I think about it, every summer I go back to Dursley It's really fun for the Li family to be scared. Even if they already know that I can't use magic during the summer vacation, but as long as I pretend to chant a spell, Dudley will run away in fright..."

That could be the greatest joy of his summer vacation, and the result of doing so is usually not allowed to eat dinner.

He kissed the corner of Snape's lips, straightened up to help him dry his hair, and then picked up the hair dryer to dry the hair that was extra soft after washing.

After two days of peace, it was time to accompany the Dalys to St. Mungo's again.I don't know if it was the reason for the indeterminate conclusion before, but Snape had signaled to Harry the day before that he would accompany him to the Dursleys' house so that he wouldn't bother Ron.

This morning, the two drove to the Dursleys' house. The Dursleys, who were eating breakfast, were a little panicked when they saw that it was Snape.

Aunt Petunia immediately stood up, glanced at Snape with some anxiety, and then nodded to Harry, "Come in, we have prepared breakfast."

Harry was about to say no, it's really not a pleasant thing to have breakfast with the Dursleys, but Snape nodded ahead of him, "Just in time, Harry came here in a hurry and hasn't had breakfast yet."

what!You obviously didn't eat the breakfast prepared by Kreacher because you were in a hurry to go out, right?

Thinking of the sad eyes of the house-elf, Harry felt his scalp go numb.Taking a peek at Snape who led him into the living room, Harry really didn't know what the man next to his pillow was thinking.

Aunt Petunia got up and restocked the dishes, knives and forks and breakfast, she sat down and said thank you in a low voice, and picked up the knives and forks to eat breakfast somewhat restrainedly.At this moment, Dali, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke slowly.

"I think about the past." He said, frowning and glanced at the grapefruit on his own plate, then at the one on Harry's plate, and stuffed it into his mouth with a fork, "As long as Harry is eating, I will You have to eat it too."

"And my amount is smaller than yours, so that you can be comforted." Harry laughed, the little grudges in his childhood have long been only memories, the kind of indignation and the cleverness of having food to eat in the house The schadenfreude that brought it is long gone.

The two laughed together, only to feel that the embarrassment that had plagued them for a long time seemed to be slowly disappearing.

After breakfast, the group boarded the car for St. Mungo's, and Aunt Petunia escorted them out of the car herself and stopped Snape before he got into the car.

"Will you take good care of Harry?" Aunt Petunia glanced at Harry in the driver's seat. "I never took good care of him, but he is Lily's son after all..."

"I will. From now on, we will come over for breakfast every week, and we will come back for lunch after accompanying them for treatment." Snape looked at Aunt Petunia with a complicated expression, said his plan, and then turned to get in the car , did not give her any chance to speak.

The car drove away, and Uncle Vernon in the house watched Aunt Petunia, who was standing in the courtyard, come out and put her arms around her shoulders, "What did that guy just say to you?"

"He said that he and Harry would come over for breakfast and lunch on the day of Christine's treatment." Aunt Petunia frowned, even if she saw Harry again after many years, she felt guilty for him when she remembered the past , She also definitely does not welcome these two people to eat at home.

Uncle Vernon's face also became strange in an instant, the husband and wife stood at the door for a while, and then Aunt Petunia sighed.

"Forget it, just for Christine."

And in the car, Harry also asked Snape what he had said to Petunia before.

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and then said in a low voice, "We'll go back to have lunch together when we're done." He paused, looking at the shocked expressions of the two people in the back seat He added, "From now on, I will have breakfast and lunch at the Dursleys' on this day every week."

Dali and Julia were already speechless, but Harry was stunned and immediately understood Snape's intentions.

At Hogwarts yesterday, until the end, they didn't know exactly which aspect of his magic power and body began to recover. Snape obviously did this for a two-pronged approach, which was more secure.

Breakfast at the Dursleys' hadn't been a good one, and Snape's decision to do so was clearly only for his recovery.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Harry reached out and squeezed Snape's hand tightly, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

St. Mungo's was as busy as usual. Harry and his party went in without attracting too many people's attention. They took the elevator all the way to Naruna's office. Harry left the Dali couple inside and wanted to take a look. Look at some of the people who still live here today.

Like the Longbottoms, and Lockhart.

Instead of taking the elevator this time, he walked up the stairs, and when he passed the sixth floor, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"...every drink guarantees six hours of absolute deep sleep rest, right? Just one scoop at a time?"

Harry stopped, frowned slightly and walked to the door of the stairwell, through the glass he saw a person talking to the doctor with his back turned, "I don't think I need such a long sleep time, can you reduce the weight of the medicine?" ? I just need half a spoon..."

The man was not too tall, with red hair on top, and his figure was thinner than Harry remembered, and his long wizard robe seemed to be dangling.

"Mr. Weasley, this kind of medicine is for forced sleep, and the dose cannot be reduced at will. I personally suggest that you should have a comprehensive examination, if you can't fall asleep..."

"No, thank you for reminding me." The man said and turned around, and Harry finally confirmed his identity - George Weasley.

He came to see a doctor at St. Mungo's?Seeing George enter the elevator, Harry hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door and going out. He found the outpatient clinic that George had come out of before and knocked on the door.As soon as he opened the door and went in, he saw two therapists behind the desks, one on the left and one on the right, looking up at him.

"Well, George Weasley who just left is my friend, I wonder what happened to him?"

Harry had been disguised every time he came to St. Mungo's, and he hadn't appeared in public much these years, so the two therapists didn't recognize him.The young one couldn't help but sneered, "Every day someone pretends to be a friend of a war hero to inquire about their *, why don't you say that you are a friend of Harry Potter?"

Harry didn't expect to get such a response, and was a little embarrassed for a while.But at the same time, he also recognized another older therapist from his voice as the one who had just talked to George. He walked over and sat in front of the table, "Can you tell me what happened to George?"

"First of all, we are not sure whether you are Mr. Weasley's friend, and secondly, even if you are Mr. Weasley's friend, we are also obliged to protect the patient's health*. If you really want to know, please ask Weasley directly Mr. Sly. If he thinks he can trust you, he will tell you." The older wizard's attitude was more gentle, and the young therapist beside him couldn't help but snorted again after hearing this, but the older wizard He didn't say much under the gesture.

Seeing that there was no way to get any clues from here, Harry had no choice but to say thank you and leave.But after he came out, he had no intention of visiting other people, and went down the stairs to Naruna, sat down and waited quietly.

Snape saw that he had a different expression after going out, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"I just saw George on the sixth floor. He seems to be seeing a doctor, but I didn't hear what he and the therapist said clearly..." Harry lowered his voice and said the story aside, "Last time he asked about the principle of your resurrection, Plus Malfoy doesn't want him to know about this, I'm a little worried..."

Snape frowned slightly, thought for a moment before speaking: "If you're really worried, you can go to him and ask him directly in the afternoon."

Harry nodded helplessly, "It seems that this is the only way to go now." According to George's personality, and because he didn't hear any news when he met Hermione yesterday, Harry was almost sure that the Weasleys didn't know about George Things about seeing a doctor.

Christine's treatment ended with the passage of time. Harry and his group went out from the exit of St. Mungo's, got in the car and returned to the Dursley's house. It happened to be lunch time, and everyone had a silent meal During lunch, Julia briefly told the Dursleys about Christine's situation, and Harry and Snape got up and left immediately after lunch.

The Dursleys breathed a sigh of relief.

Instead of going back to Grimmauld Place, Harry went directly through the Leaky Cauldron into Diagon Alley to find George, and Snape went back alone after seeing him off.It's not that Harry has magical protection so he doesn't need to drink potions anymore, so he is still very busy.

Harry entered the Weasley joke shop and went directly to George's living room on the third floor.It was George himself who opened the door. He and Harry hardly changed when they met in St. Mungo's, but when he saw Harry knocking on the door outside, a smile appeared on his irritable face.

"Harry, why are you here?!"

Harry entered the room straight to the point, and said directly, "I saw you at St. Mungo's, George."

George closed the door for a moment, then closed the door and looked at Harry, "It's just that I haven't slept well lately..." He said casually, but Harry turned around and looked at him with a frown, "I think you are more than just Didn't sleep well, I'm afraid I didn't eat much? George, have you looked in the mirror recently?"

☆、73·Drunk

As Harry spoke, he pulled George down in front of the full-length mirror. In the mirror, George was haggard and tired, and he couldn't hide the dark circles under his eyes.The thin face was particularly vampire-like due to the shadows, "Look at you, if you go home like this, Mrs Weasley will definitely beat you!"

George looked at his own reflection in the mirror, froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

Harry looked at him, hesitated before saying, "George, that's you in there." He stretched out his hand and shook George's eyes, "That's not Fred."

"I know. Because I have one more hole than him." George pointed to his missing ear, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he stared at the haggard and gloomy man in the mirror for a while before turning around abruptly, "I'm fine , Harry."

"Are you going to say, let me leave you alone?" Harry pulled George to sit down angrily, and looked at him seriously: "George, you are so...really..." He looked around , there was no one else in the room, but he couldn't help lowering his voice, "Fred is dead."

"In this case, I told you." George forced a smile, "I never thought that one day you would be able to return it." He walked to the front of the window, took out a bottle of Flame whiskey from it, poured two glasses and handed it over , "But, Harry. Snape is alive."

"Yes, Severus came back to life." Harry whispered, "But, you should also know that because of Severus' resurrection, that's why... that's why Fred..." Impossible to copy Severus' resurrection.

Harry didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning could not be understood clearly.Fred's resurrection lacks the most important thing, a soul.

In the final battle, Fred died completely.

"I don't think anyone would like to see you like this, George." Harry said earnestly, taking a sip of the Flame whiskey, "Do you remember those words you persuaded me back then?"

"Now you're going to give me all those words back?"

Harry shook his head, raised his glass and slammed it lightly with George, and then said in a low voice, "To be honest, I wasn't in any particular pain at first, I mean when Snape died. The ecstasy of victory Let me forget everything, and there are too many people I need to care about, Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupine, Tonks, Fred, Moody... There are too many, and among those people, Sif Les must be last in line."

George silently downed the wine in the glass and said in a low voice, "I only have him."

"Afterwards, the Ministry of Magic tried again and again, and those memories were turned up inadvertently. When I was quiet, occasionally thinking of this person would make me feel heartbroken..."

"I've been feeling heartbroken!" George stood up to refill their glasses, then waved his hand and pointed at himself, "It's like half of my body is dead!"

"Come on, let's drink to our heartbreak!"

The wine glasses touched each other lightly, and the two drank a glass, then fell down on the sofa and talked.Each person was talking about their own journeys. Although Harry came here to relax with George, he also collapsed on the sofa after getting drunk while talking.And George, who drank to drink away his worries, drank the rest in one go after he was drunk, and then fell directly on the soft carpet.

When Snape picked up Teddy and went to the Weasley joke shop to look for him, he saw two alcoholics, one lying on the sofa and the other lying on the ground, and the whole room smelled of alcohol.

He frowned slightly and signaled Teddy to go down to play, then he closed the door and walked to the edge of the sofa, bent down and put his arms around Harry's waist to help him up.

"Sev?" Harry opened his eyes dimly, and leaned towards him limply, smelling the good smell on Snape's body, he couldn't help rubbing it lightly, and then hugged him like an octopus. Snape lay down on the sofa, "I miss you...it's good to have you..."

Snape, who was originally frowning, relaxed his tense body slightly, but Harry led him into the sofa.He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled it away, straightened up and sat on the edge of the sofa, looked at the drunk and cute pillow man, reached out and stroked his hair, and said in a low voice: "It's really..." But he didn't continue go down.

The hangover potion is available in Weasley's joke shop. Snape sent someone to pour the hangover potion over for Harry and George, and then brought two glasses of ice water over, listening to the two drunks groaning and groaning in pain. A twisted smirk appeared on the corner of his lips, and he pulled a chair and sat in the middle of the room.

"Are you awake?" He looked at Harry who sat up from the sofa, "As expected of Gryffindor, you have the courage to come over and drink secretly?"

"Cy, Severus..." Harry rubbed his eyes, looking at the blurry figure in front of him, "Why are you here?"

The anti-alcoholic potion began to work in his body, and the figure in front of him became clearer and clearer.He couldn't help rubbing his eyes again, and then he woke up, "Sorry, I just wanted to have a drink with George..." His alcohol capacity has never been good, but he drank too much .

"Obviously I'm the one to accompany you for a drink." George rolled over and sat up on the floor, and greeted Snape, "Good afternoon, Severus."

"It's already evening, I'm here to pick Harry up for dinner." Snape snorted coldly, and went straight over to hand the water to Harry who was sitting soberly, "We'll go back after drinking the water, Teddy is already there I'm waiting for you below."

"Oh." Harry smiled apologetically, and secretly glanced at George who had staggered up to drink water, still a little worried.Many problems cannot be solved by getting drunk. Getting drunk can only temporarily relax George's spirit, but there are still follow-up problems.He drank water slowly from the cup, and couldn't help frowning as he watched George go from bewildered to sober, and then smiled at him.

Snape gave him a gentle tug, "Let's go back."

"Oh." Harry greeted George, "Thanks for the hospitality, George."

George waved his hand with a smile, opened the door and watched them leave before letting out a long sigh.Then he rubbed his head and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower to refresh himself before coming out.

It's just that when he came out, he didn't expect that there was already an extra guest in the room.

"Malfoy." George frowned, he didn't care that he was only wearing a pair of underwear, he just held a towel and wiped his hair while saying hello, "Why are you here?" He said, wrapping the towel around his waist and pouring it over He drank a glass of ice water and drank most of it in one gulp before looking back at Malfoy, "What's wrong with you?"

If he was so haggard as he is now because he has been busy without rest, then Malfoy's haggard almost reached the point of his hair.George thought for a while and went to the window to take out a bottle of wine, "I think you need this too."

"Also?" Malfoy took the wine glass, looked at the two wine glasses still on the table, and hesitated, "You just had a guest?" He looked around and saw two bottles of potion of salvation , couldn't help frowning, got up and walked to George's side, "Did you get drunk before?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Malfoy." George waved away Malfoy's hand that stopped him from drinking, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then looked at him, "What's the matter with you coming here at this hour? "

"This month's settlement." Malfoy said dryly, "I asked you to meet before, but you didn't reply, and I didn't find you in the laboratory, so I came here to take a look."

"When did this kind of thing require you to come in person?" George smirked, and his head, which had just been sober, felt dizzy from a glass of wine.He lay on the table and looked at Malfoy, "Besides, you can calculate this thing and send it along with the bill for inspiration."

"..." Malfoy was silent, and it took a long time before he spoke again, "Are you still trying to revive Fred?"

George paused, drank the rest of the wine in the glass, and then said with a smile: "What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

"I really don't know how to persuade George to give up." Harry sat in the passenger seat and looked at Snape who was driving, rubbed his aching head, twisted the mineral water in the car and took a sip before continuing. Said: "At the beginning, he drank a lot of wine with me, but I had no choice but to drink with him once."

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