[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

With the same wand pointed at the nape of his neck as he walked towards the Shrieking Shack, Severus mentally checked every part of Merlin, even though Tom didn't look like he was about to cast a spell.

If there is a skipping student hiding next to him at this time, he will see one Professor Snape escorting another Professor Snape through the Forbidden Forest, Severus thought viciously. There is no small psychological shadow.

"Don't you just live in this place where werewolves lived together with stupid deer, mice, and big black dogs?" He complained to the people behind him.

"Oh dear," Tom replied rather nonchalantly, "that was many years ago, and these Gryffindors have absolutely no taste like Lord Voldemort's."

At least the Shrieking Shack, which was completely abandoned after the war, still stands crookedly, and almost no one visits this place anymore.After the war, the truth of the "Haunted House" was made public with various war reports, because during that time too many students went here for night tours or day tours. From the beginning of the new semester, the tunnel under the Whomping Willow was completely closed. No werewolves need to be entertained here.

Severus stared at the situation in the room, then turned to Tom.

"Is this just the Dark Lord's taste? Or is Voldemort's only magic good at creating illusions?"

No one would think this was the dirty, dilapidated Shrieking Shack in which Tom created a fantasy—the cave they lived in in the Alps, the rough cavern, the bathroom, the bookshelf, the cooker The stove and the fire with the cauldron, even the bottle of Muggle shampoo with some congealed solid substance around the mouth, all the details are impeccably real, even the piece of Riverdale Tom didn't forget to copy.At this time, these golden flowers are swaying in the setting sun, and there are even black, miniature marble-like pollen jumping out of the white stamens and scattered under the dark green leaves.Except that there is no plant aroma, this simulation is too realistic.

"Oh, we haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't we, dear Sev?" Tom put away his wand, stepped into the illusion, and pulled Severus into the room by the way, "Our beautiful days in the Alps, Don't you miss it at all? This is the best memory I have had over the years, and I will never forget it."

"You must have given me a love potion, yes, there are a lot of love potions in your green bean porridge. I didn't know that the Dark Lord's best potion is a love potion, and it may be the only one he knows how to make."

"I knew you could taste it. I took it anyway, Severus, we're the same, we're both on the love potion." Tom closed the door and watched as his little Prince casually placed the bag of herbs in the On the ground, pick up a crucible to test the quality, whether you can use the materials in the illusion to make potions.

"I heard you put our boy at school. Mrs. Molly was very angry about it. She said you couldn't take care of him."

"Those trolls in Gryffindor are always so talkative. I guess you didn't ask me to come to Grimmauld Place today to have dinner with the Savior. Oh, and I haven't settled Lily's bill with you yet."

"Oh, did Potter give you back the memory?" Tom didn't seem too surprised, "There are so many students in Hogwarts, it's easy for any news to get out." The mirror on the stone wall reflected a The image of Fleurs wrapping his arms around the waist of another Severus, the one in front trying to break free but the one in the back just hugging tighter, "I think you allow so many little giants with no academic level Damn coming to talk about Riverdale just to get them to give away the news that you're here."

"Let me go," Severus yelled angrily, tapping Tom's hand with the cauldron, "You must be in Diagon Alley, in Knockturn Alley, in Hogsmeade, anywhere, like Rita Skeeter buzzing over every conversation. You must have tipped them off that Riverdale grew again in the cave, or they wouldn't even be able to spell the word Riverdale."

"Of course, my little Slytherin, otherwise who do you think would have thought that Riverdale could grow, Potter or Malfoy? Or would you rather sleep in Malfoy's cellar and be put on by him?" Lady's dress?" Tom didn't let go of his arm, and continued to rub his chin against Severus' shoulder.But Severus finally broke free, stepped away hastily and turned around.

"You stormed into Malfoy Manor just for a dress... wait, what did you just say? A lady's dress?"

"I admit it was a pointless act," Tom shrugged, "Of course Lucius wouldn't tell you that he secretly changed you into a lady's suspender dress while you were asleep, and it was in his cellar closet. It's all women's clothing."

"..." Severus glanced around the black robe on his body.

"Okay, my master of potions." Tom squeezed the other party's shoulder, "I think you should go back, the people in the school will find you here if you don't go back at night, or let me go instead of you Eating at the long table is not unacceptable. You know I'm here, well, maybe I should go see the kid in the cellar. I hear he's called 'Paddy' and there's a house-elf who looks after him. "

Hogwarts is forever full of little trolls who love to hear gossip.Severus knew that these things had never been published in the Daily Prophet, although it was his intention to let these unwary students spread the word that the newspaper would not say.

"I don't eat at the long table." Severus replied grimly and resignedly. "I have a portrait of Albus in my cellar. The Ministry of Magic knows you exist and that you are in England. During this time they Hurry up and send a group of people into Azkaban. Do you have any money? I don't understand what the point of your staying here is. If you want me to say, this place is not as good as Spider's End."

"Oh, money. Money is important. Gallon, Sickle, and Nat are all good things. Without them, wizards are not even Muggles." Tom waved his wand, and all of Severus's pockets All the money flew out, it was left over from his last visit to the medicine store, and piled up at Tom's feet, "What does it matter? I wasn't here a few days ago. Couldn't Lord Voldemort visit Diagon Alley?" I can take you there next time, I dare say that you don’t have any in-depth knowledge of Diagon Alley except for the few medicinal shops, and you don’t even know which restaurants are more delicious.”

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感谢在2020-02-2423:19:55~2020-02-2522:26:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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