[HP] Three Snapes

Eloma half-pulls and half-helps Sev to her desk, watching the boy carefully sit down.Waving his hand, indicating that he didn't need to thank him, Eloma jumped up on the table with one hand propped up, and then looked at Sif with her legs shaking without any ladylike image.

"Prince, it seems that you and your mother have a very good relationship." Aloma's voice was not high, but it was enough to ensure that the three people in the cellar could hear clearly, "If someone says my daddy in front of me, Bad words... I must have the same reaction as you just now."

Snape snorted coldly and didn't speak, but the expression on his face softened a little.The man in black was leaning on his armchair with his elbows folded, watching his daughter's little movements with cold eyes.What Eloma wanted to do, Snape knew clearly, his daughter did not do it out of sympathy for that Prince, all she did was to find out more about... Irene for herself Condition.

Eloma should have been aware of her small thoughts, those ridiculous thoughts about "mother" in another world.Moreover, I am afraid that she has been waiting, waiting for a suitable opportunity to ask Prince—and now, it seems that she has finally been made to wait.

But that's okay, anyway, I never intended to hide this point—since I told Eloma and his daughter to trust each other, then he himself had to set an example first.

After all, judging from the scattered information, my mother seems to be living happily in another world... And I, it seems, is no longer the child who curled up in the spider's end alley and endured domestic violence growing up... …

"Ever since I entered the Forbidden Forest, I vowed never to worry her again." Trying to ignore the loud smacking sound from Snape's side, Sif frowned in disgust, and secretly vowed that he would Definitely don't become that mean and obnoxious look.

"Actually, I've always been curious about your world, can you tell me about it? Especially about grandma, I don't know anything about her—" Eloma wrinkled her nose, expressing her dissatisfaction. "My daddy never told me, even he didn't allow me to mention grandma casually."

"Since my mother got rid of the curse, she took me back to Prince Manor." Sif's small body sat upright, with a proud brilliance in his black eyes, "She is an excellent potion master and a A qualified mother."

"Curse? What curse?" Aloma glanced at her daddy in amazement, but couldn't find anything on Snape's face, as if he didn't care about it at all.

"I don't know the specific situation, but what is certain is that the reason why she left the wizarding world to marry a Muggle and obeyed him in the next few years was because of this curse." The expression of undisguised disgust seemed to mention something extremely dirty.

"It turned out to be like this...it's really scary." Eloma looked thoughtful, and said after considering the words in her heart, "Then, grandma will take you away from the Muggle world and return to Prince Manor. Is it because she's freed from that curse?"

"Yes, according to Dumbledore, it was a very accidental coincidence, because the power of that curse is very powerful." Although Sev's tone sounded calm, his pale knuckles still exposed his fear. Mood.If, if my mother hadn't gotten rid of that curse back then, what would I be like now?Thinking of this, Sev quickly raised his head and glanced at Snape who was sitting not far away, trying to confirm his thoughts from his face.

Maybe, I will become as virtuous as that bastard, and my mother...probably just like Eloma said, will die prematurely due to illness and fatigue.

"Don't worry, there will be a way to go back." Aloma stretched out her arms and patted Sif's shoulder, comforting the helpless and dazed boy in a friendly way, "Dumbledore will find a way, and my daddy will Will help—won't you, Daddy?"

In the last half sentence, Eloma spoke to the expressionless Snape over there.

Hearing what his daughter said, Snape just raised his eyebrows, neither agreeing nor refusing.Eloma was satisfied with his attitude. She didn't expect her awkward daddy to nod generously and admit that he would help, especially if the other party was Prince whom he had always hated.

But, having said that, who does her daddy not hate?Perhaps, apart from myself, there is only the Malfoy family.

"I assume that the two gentlemen and ladies have had enough rest. Then—" Snape stood up, strode to the cellar door, and opened the door.The man in the black robe slightly turned his head towards the dark corridor, motioning for the two to go out, "I hope you can return to the Slytherin lounge before the curfew, I don't want to see the number of gems in Slytherin continue Reduced - at least today."

"Okay, Daddy." Aloma obediently agreed, jumped off the desk, and pulled Laprince's sleeve, motioning him to leave with her.

Lesson [-] of the little monster: Keenly observe and leave before his father gets angry. This is the only way to avoid being punished for copying.

After watching his daughter leave with Prince, Snape slammed the cellar door shut.The black-robed man did not return to his desk as usual, but walked into his bedroom instead, and took out a bottle of Flame Whiskey from the closet.

Without the glass, Snape just carried the bottle to the bedside, and took out a silver pendant from a drawer of the bedside table.Rubbing the pattern on the silver pendant with his left hand, the man in black robe bowed his head in silence, as if he had fallen into an extremely long memory.It wasn't until a few minutes later that Snape threw the pendant on the bedside table with a complicated expression, ignoring a soft click from it.

With a sharp push of his right thumb, Snape flicked the wooden whiskey cork aside, stretched out his left hand to undo the button that was always fastened around his neck, the black-haired man grabbed the bottle and took a long gulp without paying attention. The liquid that flowed into the clothes along the corner of the mouth.

On the bedside table, the pendant was opened due to the collision just now, revealing a picture of an immobile Muggle inside.A young woman was holding a black-haired boy who looked only two or three years old, standing in the sun with a bright smile on her face.

In the Slytherin boys' dormitory, Aloma sat on the empty bed, looking at the three frowning boys opposite her.

"Anyway, we have to help him." Aloma briefly stated Prince's needs, "I can understand his desire to go home, and I think you can understand too, right?"

"I can write to my dad, he might have a solution." Draco hesitated, not sure if this method was feasible.After all, space magic is a very profound field, and it doesn't seem to belong to the category of black magic that his father is interested in... The most important thing is that if he makes a request to his father, it means that he has to explain the reason Explain it fully to your father.But... Draco glanced at the silent Prince and began to speculate in his mind how his father would react when he found out he would have a half-brother.

"Then I can also write to Sirius. You know, there are so many books in the Black family that the whole room is piled up. I don't think I can read them all in my life." Harry also actively made suggestions. I sympathized with Prince's departure, partly because as long as he was sent home, the dormitory would belong to him and Draco completely - no one likes to have nightmares at night, and he was no exception.

"I don't think the Black family and the Malfoy family have that kind of library..." Sev said slowly, his tone full of uncertainty, "I was allowed to enter their library before, but there are almost all books in it. It's about black magic—but, after all, this isn't my world, and maybe there will be."

"Then let's do this first, and I will urge my daddy." Eloma nodded, indicating that the matter was decided in this way, and the black-haired girl stood up and walked to the door, "Then, I'm going back to the girls' dormitory, Good night, gentlemen."

"Good night, Eloma."

In the next few days, nothing else happened, and everything seemed to be proceeding step by step.Harry and Draco also got a reply from their own family very quickly, but both Lucius and Sirius said that their family did not collect books on advanced space magic - of course, the kind of simple expansion of the space of objects Books are not included in this category.

For Lucius' insinuation and Sirius' straightforward question, both Harry and Draco chose to be vague in tacit agreement—they even chose the same reason, in order to avoid Any mistakes.

In fact, their worries are unnecessary, because those two men simply hate each other, so how could they sit down peacefully and discuss some issues about the children's studies?

However, just when they were at a loss and did not know what to do, they got detailed information about the parallel world from Hermione for the first time.Using the reason of being interested in Muggle technology and sci-fi settings, Eloma got an extended book list from Hermione-almost all space conjectures and hypotheses were listed on it, as well as those used to please readers of fantasy novels.

So, after buying those books through Hermione's parents, Eloma and the others quickly shared the work, and everyone needed to read a lot of books in order to figure out what was going on.

But as they read deeper, some small troubles also arise spontaneously. For example, Harry, he always suspects that such a thing will happen again—Merlin knows whether the space rift will open again, and whether there will be another A Snape.After all, no one dares to swear that there are only two parallel worlds in this universe.

In this regard, Draco ridiculed it as the fantasy of the savior. The once-in-a-thousand-year event of space cracks is enough, how could it happen again.But neither Draco's disapproval nor Eloma's soft comfort could stop Harry's uncontrollable terrifying thoughts from growing wildly in his heart-if another Sneaker fell from another parallel world Pu, what to do then.

Troubled by this kind of thinking, Harry was a little absent-minded when eating for several days in a row. He always looked at the ceiling from time to time, with a worried expression on his face, as if he was afraid that another Snape would fall from it.

Perhaps seeing Harry's piety, or feeling Harry's thoughts, Merlin satisfied Harry one morning at the end of October and was about to enter November.