[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

The Smith family spent the entire Christmas holiday in St. Mungo's ward. Although the therapists said that the Death Eaters' attack did not cause irreversible and permanent damage to Mr. Smith, the damage suffered was real after all. Recovery also takes time.Mr. Smith needs to take almost a week off from school after the Christmas break to recover and stand on the podium again.

Things have turned out better than they initially expected, so both Mrs. Smith and Eli are thankful and grateful for the outcome.Only Mr. Smith was a little depressed. Now his hands and feet have recovered, and his chest no longer hurts when he doesn't touch it. It's a bit boring to be stuck in the ward like this. There aren't even any books here.

Fortunately, his boring mood was quickly saved: Arthur Weasley came to the hospital with the blessings from his wife and eldest son, and was pulled over by Eli, who seriously asked him question in his mind.

"Isn't it terrible if an ordinary, well-behaved person—Muggle or wizard—can only be crushed and flattened when he meets a Death Eater?" Eli frowned, feeling Very incomprehensible, "I read the newspaper and asked St. Mungo's therapists, and found that to resist these spells, you can only rely on the excellent personal qualities of individual wizards. This is too unreasonable, the target of the Death Eaters But all the people, they won't be gentlemen until they confirm that you can fight them."

"Yes, I think it's the same, the current situation is really dangerous." Arthur agreed with him, but was at a loss for what he wanted to express, "But we really don't seem to have any other way, it's very Pity……"

"This should be changed!" Eli said, shaking his head, feeling incredible, "I don't think there is a spell that is invincible from the moment it is invented, there must be a way to restrain it. Take the strongest personal wielder in the Muggle world As far as weapons and guns are concerned, body armor and bulletproof glass can effectively protect one's safety. Is there no similar item in the magical world? Obviously the environment is more dangerous."

"What's that?" Arthur asked with interest, his eyes sparkling. "Bulletproof? Does it mean it can defend against weapon attacks? How does it do it? Muggles don't know magic!"

"It's a bit like the effect of the Iron Armor Curse." Mrs. Smith interjected and gave a more vivid explanation.I have to say that her joining made the conversation of the three men (and the boy) a lot easier, because she not only understands the general level of technology in the Muggle world, but also knows a lot of magical magic in the wizarding world, allowing her to compare the two sides It couldn't be more appropriate.

"However, body armor can only resist physical attacks, and cannot dispel mental damage." She said, "This is certainly enough in the Muggle world, but not in the wizarding world. There are a lot of spiritual attack magic here."

"But the Iron Armor Charm can actually provide some resistance, doesn't it?" Arthur mused, "The Repelling Charm and the Protection Charm might be a good idea too... There are such things in the wizarding world, usually old ones. Pure-blood wizarding families cast jinxes on family items to teach non-family members who covet them. Others will attach some troublesome magic to ordinary items, and then circulate them back to the Muggle market, trying to Playing tricks on those Muggles, that's basically what our Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division does."

"So why don't they cast these kind of protection spells on some items and carry them with them? It kind of keeps you safe, doesn't it? At least it gives you time to draw your wand when you are attacked, so you don't have to react It will be dealt with as soon as it comes." Eli frowned and commented, "Such a useful magical transformation, they only use it to punish others and play pranks, which is too—wasteful."

Mrs. Smith and Arthur looked at each other, and the two adult wizards felt a little speechless.

"It's still too arrogant." Finally, Mrs. Smith said, her expression was also a little complicated. "Wizards trust their own magic and wands too much, but we went to Hogwarts and knew that the dark arts that count on everyone It is unrealistic to learn all the defense skills well, and some people can't even cast a decent defense spell."

"It does sound very practical." Mr. Smith joined them enthusiastically, and said after thinking, "Do you need a body armor to study? I can buy one. I hope it can help you broaden your thinking."

"Really? That would be great!" Arthur responded with great glee. His obsession with Muggle objects was famous in school, and the enthusiasm still hasn't abated.He likes everything related to Muggles, dismantling and studying them with great interest.He was very excited to learn that he would soon be able to acquire a new Muggle item.

He grinned for a while, but the expression on his face gradually froze.The Smith family in the ward laughed and smiled at his undisguised excitement. He looked at them and took a deep breath secretly.

"I'm happy to be able to participate in research and make new products - but don't let people come to me to order again this time, and I won't promise again. Your family is the one who should really get this income. After it is projected I have put in a lot of effort in the process of arriving. The money does not belong to me... Besides, I am still busy with the magic phone list, which has occupied a lot of my energy outside of work. This is the truth. After all, I And a regular job at the Ministry of Magic."

Eli looked at Arthur, listened to his troubles and troubles, hesitated for a moment, or shook his head.

"No, Arthur." He looked at his parents again, finally made up his mind, and said calmly, "I think if this kind of armor can really be developed, then it shouldn't be charged - if you set a price, How are we any better than the Death Eaters when people have to pay for their lives because they're afraid of the Death Eaters? Even the Death Eaters don't do it for the money."

Arthur opened his mouth, looked at Eli in shock, and stammered, "But...but it must have taken time and money—?"

"I know I can't teach you how to do it, so Death Eaters can easily learn it, which loses the meaning of protection." Eli sighed and said without hesitation, "But I think it will be a practical The armor of the Death Eaters is getting bigger and bigger, and it is necessary to be prepared. No matter how late the news is, the organization will definitely find this out sooner or later. I wonder if I can get an official order from the Ministry of Magic—the government is responsible Protecting its citizens. And if it has that money, and it goes into R&D and production, then it goes into a virtuous cycle, providing us with solid readiness and logistical support all the way.”

His organization is very clear, obviously after careful consideration, and his thoughts and statements are mature and clear.The Smiths looked at each other.Knowing his partner's attitude, Mr. Smith nodded and stroked his son's hair with a smile.

"It's a good idea, Eli." He encouraged, "Of course, making money from war is a way that many people like, but if you have a better choice, don't hesitate, since you are not poor, there is no need for Life gives up its ideals."

"You can do whatever you want." Mrs. Smith said bluntly, "Our family's financial conditions are good, enough for you to go back and forth several times, so go ahead and do it, it doesn't matter if you make mistakes, Mom and Dad stand behind you Woolen cloth."

That's great.Eli grinned joyously, and Arthur shut his mouth, staring at him, admiring his selflessness and justice.

"It can't all be borne by your family, the contribution is too great." He said, "Our family can too! Please let me join in! We also have a little savings now, and we can contribute to such a noble cause. Our family They will all be very honored and proud!"

"Don't you need to go back and ask Molly when you say that?" Mrs. Smith said jokingly.

"She won't mind," Arthur replied, smiling. "There is no doubt that she and I think exactly the same. We are made for each other."

"I think we are made for each other." Sirius Black said, he sat in the room bored, opened a corner of the heavy curtains, stared lazily out of the window, and talked to his brother, "How in the world can Is there someone like James who is so compatible with me? His mother said she almost suspected that I was her illegitimate child living outside, and James and James were actually twins, but they were born in the wrong arms-see, we still have the same hair It's black."

"Mom will definitely not be happy to hear you say that." Regulus reminded him, he was holding a book and reading, frowning slightly, somewhat feeling that his brother was a little noisy, "Can you be quiet for a while, Sirius, are you Mentioned James Potter six times in half an hour, but I'm your brother."

"Of course I know you are. You don't see many fools like you these days. Don't talk about your mother all the time, as if you haven't grown up. If you really like her that much, go downstairs now , let her lead you to chat with others with a smirk—this group of people can’t play any new tricks, no wonder even you find it boring.” Sirius said absently, he sat up straight unconsciously, Staring out the window, "Hey, look, Regulus, something interesting seems to be coming-is there a Knight bus parked outside? I can't think of any mother's guests who will be so late, And come here in the civilian transport they always sneer at."

What?Regulus raised his head from the book, but before he could look out, Sirius suddenly stood up.

"James!" he yelled, flung open the window, and waved down.

"James! James—here I am!"

"A word of nonsense, Sirius, of course I know you're here." James said with a smile. Mr. Potter stood not far behind him, smiling as he watched his son rush downstairs, and the upstairs Friends waved warmly, "Merry Christmas - although Christmas has passed, the holidays are not over yet, is it? You wrote that you are like a prison at home, bored to the point of madness, I decided to save you, Tower Princess Black."

"Don't say that!" said Sirius angrily. "I'll beat you when I get downstairs."

You probably have a chance to do this.James waved his hands carelessly, showing his white teeth with a smile: "Go to my house? My parents and I sincerely invite you to come - I wanted to ride a broom to pick you up to my house, there is no way cooler than this Yes! But my parents don’t agree, they think I’m still too young to carry people for such a long ride, they’re totally looking down on me, aren’t they?”

"I think your parents are right," said Sirius rationally. "You're only in second grade, buddy."

"I'm the best Chaser in Gryffindor in the past 50 years, buddy! The star of tomorrow!" James said unconvinced.

The two of them exchanged a few words in the air, and James began to grow impatient with talking with his neck thrown back.He raised his hand and rubbed his hair to make it look more messy, and urged bluntly: "Why don't you come down? Hurry up and tell your parents, and then we will go back to my house, and my mother made creme brulee Wait for us to go back."

"You must be joking," Sirius said, "do you think my mother will happily send me out of the house like your mother? He seems to think that I am a source of infection, and there is danger if I don't isolate myself... ...you get out of the way, I'll go down."

can you?James raised an eyebrow in interest, watching with interest as he opened the window all the way and stepped up the steps with one foot - and suddenly another figure appeared behind him and spoke.

"Siris!" Regulus frowned and stopped him, "What are you doing? Mom will be upset—"

"She will always be upset when she sees me. It's enough to have you as a good boy in this family." Sirius shrugged, turned his face, and glanced at him briefly, "I'm going to the free holiday life—— Close the window for me, Regulus."

"You..." Regulus wanted to say more, Sirius had already climbed up to the window, and then jumped down from above, bringing a strong wind, it seemed that the inside was indeed filled with carefree freedom.

"See you at school!" Sirius called to him, then turned around without hesitation, and followed his friend into the distance.Their backs and voices gradually disappeared. Regulus stood at the window, lost in thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and closed the window that was open to the outside. The curtains were closed to block the bright sky light outside. Reverted to a drowsy dark color.

Sirius, who escaped from this room, was overjoyed. He and James sat on the adjacent beds of the Knight bus, leaning against the window together, watching the scenery outside the window with great interest.

"Christmas vacation is still a week away, and I feel like I can still do a lot of things." James said enthusiastically, "But the vacation is too long, and I miss my dear friends a little. I really don't know what they are doing-- Maybe it’s not just a friend, even if there is a snot-nosed man standing in front of me now, I can still say hello to him.”

"Such a wonderful vacation, can't you think of someone better?" Sirius pouted, but still thought along his line of thought, "No one cares what the snot-nosed is doing, but our Remus Sick again, perhaps—it's a full moon, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's really strange what kind of disease he has. Why does the full moon disappear for a few days every month? This disease seems to be inherited in the family. Every time he goes back to see his mother, he seems to be seriously ill." James stroked his chin and said thoughtfully.He rolled his eyes and met Sirius' gaze.

"It's curious, isn't it, Sirius?"

"Yeah." Sirius raised an eyebrow, "When is the next full moon coming? How about we call Peter and investigate together."

good idea!James responded happily, and they stood next to each other, full of ambition, as if they were about to do something great.

"I hope I haven't bitten anything this month." Remus Lupine curled up on the ground with a pale complexion, the robe on his body was torn.His emaciated body was riddled with scars, new and old, making the young kid look like a weathered veteran.

"Of course not, Remus," said Mrs. Lupine softly, as she dabbed her son's wounds with parsley.She put her hand over her son's wrist, which was bruised and swollen by the rope, and trembled uncontrollably, and her movements became more gentle.

"Don't ask that question all the time," she said softly, "Remus, you're different from those other werewolves—you're so gentle and kind, you won't hurt anyone at all, don't be so worried that you will Wrong thing."

"I think it's necessary, Mother," said Lupine quietly.The bangs on his forehead were wet with sweat, clinging to his face, he exhaled slowly, this breath was extremely long, but it still didn't dispel the melancholy in his heart.

"When I became a werewolf, I was unconscious, unconscious, and I knew that I was really a wolf at that time, just like any other werewolf." He said dejectedly, "It's really dangerous, Mom—if I Not a werewolf, I would be afraid of myself."

Mrs. Lupine's lips moved, but no words came out.She slowed down and raised her hand to stroke her son's hair.

"You're good enough," she said. "The rest of the time, you're pretty good, aren't you? You've got some great friends at school, and that's a good indication of how good you are."

A faint shadow cast over Lupine's face when she mentioned her friend.

"They care about me," Lupine said in a low voice, "but I... I'm not sure I deserve the care, and if they realize the fact that I'm a werewolf, they'll be scared too. And Nothing good would happen if I got involved, and if it weren't for me, Dad wouldn't have to go out to work during the Christmas holidays-it's still such a dangerous job."

He trembled unconsciously, and Mrs. Lupine, heartbroken, bent down and embraced her child.

"Don't worry so much, Remus," she murmured. "Your father and I know how good you are, and Dumbledore knows it, and I'm sure your friends will know it too."

can you?Lupine wasn't sure.He thought of his three best friends, the heavenly peaceful Hogwarts, the friendly Gryffindors, Eli and Lily, all of which made him feel uneasy, too much kindness seemed to be hiding Everything was stolen, which made him feel panic all the time.

"I made a lot of friends at Hogwarts! They are all very, very nice people!" Lily said briskly to her parents, "But Sev is different from them, and Sev and I met earlier , and live closer—I went out for a while, and I’ll be back in a while! My quill was accidentally broken, and he kindly helped me find one of his—he didn’t want to come, but I must Ask him to send it, and we haven't seen each other for the whole holiday."

She bid farewell to her parents, ran down the steps briskly, and stopped in astonishment the moment she saw Snape clearly.

"What's the matter with you, Sev?" she asked, taken aback, frowning in concern, "You don't look like you're having a great Christmas..."

More than bad.If Snape at Hogwarts was a less cheerful, slightly dressed man, he looked at least ten times better than Snape at the End of the Spider.He now wears dirty, oversized, ill-fitting Muggle clothes, he's too thin to hold up to adult clothes, and the excess hangs dangling below him, making him look like he's just flapping Walking bats.

His face was sallow and thinner than at school, and Lily thought he never had a full meal at home.

"My mother's sick," said Snape wearily, pulling the corners of his mouth, which seemed to have taken all his strength.He always tried to get together with Lily in school, but now, he didn't seem to want to stay for a second, didn't want Lily to see him now, and said hurriedly, "I'm going back to take care of my mother... ...see you at the station, Lily."

"Wait!" Lily called him without hesitation, stuck her face in his face, and then said quickly, "It was a great help for you to send the quill, Sev! I should thank you very much-it's a bit of a shame to say that." Excuse me, but would you like an apple pie? I baked some under my mom's direction and it was ok. Would you accept that as my thank you gift? I know it's not very formal to just grab something as a thank you ,but I……"

"I would!" said Snape at once, his eyes lighting up. "I'm sure I'd like it—I mean, I don't really like sweets, but my mother does, and I remember she liked apples." pie."

"That's really great!" Lily said briskly, "Wait, I'll get it for you!"

She ran home and rushed to the kitchen—Petunia was eating pie in the kitchen, and she swept up the leftover apple pie and put it in a bag.

"Bring it to Snape?" Petunia asked her, frowning.

Lily nodded hurriedly and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Petunia, I'll beg mom to bake again tomorrow, but now I..."

"It's okay." Petunia shrugged, looked at her, and said, "I seem to understand a little bit, Lily. Although I still don't like him very much, anyway, being kind is not a bad thing."

After eating the delicious apple pie made by her mother herself, she returned to her room upstairs, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the items on the table.

The crystal ball containing Hogwarts Castle was placed in her hand together with the plants swaying in the wind. She lay down on the table and looked at them for a while, unconsciously showing a smile, and clearly felt that her whole body was becoming strangely soft .

The author has something to say:

Thank you A Li, Qinghewu, Jiujiu, Lululululululu, Siyue, and the landmines in the countryside~

I spent a festival with them across time and space, I wish all friends who see here a Merry Christmas~