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Snape sometimes felt that he might have met that great-great-grandfather when he was a child.That was when he was very young, so young that he himself felt that those memories might just be hallucinations. There was a tall old man in black standing in front of him, looking down at him with a serious face and frowning, and then he His mother, Erin, seemed to have had a big fight with the old man, and he seemed terrified at the time because he had never seen his mother argue like that before.

Snape never saw the old man again after that.

Now that I think about it, maybe that person was Prince Sr., his great-great-grandfather, who eventually found his granddaughter, but she still rejected him.

Snape thought for a long time, he was suddenly timid, and he didn't know why he was timid, but should he really... should he go find Prince?

"Well, I heard that Prince was a big boss in the potion industry back then, and I don't know what kind of formula will be handed down, and I heard that they have special planting and breeding methods, and they can even artificially breed fire ash snakes. This kind of snake eggs can only be obtained by luck so far. And I heard that Prince will pass out unicorn horns and deep-sea mermaid teeth every once in a while, is it possible that these can also be raised?" Sculler Wen held her chin and said sadly, as if she would lose a lot of money if she couldn't find Prince.

Snape: "...it looks like you've got a good idea."

Oh yeah, Scarlevin made a scissorhands comparison in her heart.

Not an idea, but Skalevin has some ideas. She thinks that the clerk's clue should be related to the token. It may be one of them, or everyone owns a part, and the secret of the real address of Prince's old house should be held in In the hands of the heir, that is, Irene Prince.

Snape rejected this hypothesis, he was still studying when Irene died, she didn't leave any last words, and her relics were pitiful, except for the wand, which was a pair of yellowed lace gloves and a few empty potions The bottle and other valuables have been sold, and the gloves are probably left behind because no one wanted them.

Well, it seems that idea B is going to be used.

"You mean...to collect personal information about the two of them when they lived in the Prince's house?" Snape felt that he was not an idiot, but he couldn't understand Scaleven's intentions at all.

"Yes, the personal information of Mr. Prince and Ms. Irene at that time, the more detailed the better, including their clothing, accent, living habits, preferences...etc." Scaleven explained. , "Sometimes a person's living environment can be analyzed from the details. For example, people in a family have rheumatism, so they are likely to live in a humid place; if you are a wizard but still like to wear clothes made of thick cloth, then It's possible that his home is in a place where the temperature varies a lot. I'm not very good at it, but someone is... you don't mind if I ask Sherlock for help?"

Snape didn't want more ginseng to come in, "I'll contact the three store managers first." I'll talk about it later.

Of course Scarlett understood what Snape meant, but she didn't expect that "later" would be almost half a year later. She told Snape about this before the summer vacation started, and until the winter vacation was about to start, Snape It was only when Snape agreed that she consulted Sherlock about this matter and gave her the collected information. She thought Snape would be in a hurry.

Snape was still anxious... Well, yes, it was just that he didn't find out, and when he found out that he still couldn't find Prince's house on his own, he had to agree to let Sherlock intervene.

Scarlett didn't waste a minute. The third grade could go to Hogsmeade on the weekend. She took this opportunity to go to Diagon Alley through the fireplace, and then from Diagon Alley to London to find Sherlock.She made an appointment with Sherlock in advance, and Sherlock was waiting for her at home.

It was another new residence. Sherlock had changed houses no less than twenty times in the past few years. Every time Scareven came to look for him, he was almost in a different house.

Most landlords have trouble with Sherlock's eccentricities and behavior, not to mention his horrific experiments.Sherlock even got a skull from the hospital, called it his friend, and kept it in his living room, and that alone caused him to move five times in two months before he had to Put Mr. Skull in the bedroom.So although Sherlock can get some money with his hobbies, more than half of the money is basically spent on rent compensation and maintenance.

"I need you, Sherlock."

Although he made an appointment with Scarlett, Sherlock was still wearing a nightgown with bare feet in the room. He squatted on an old sofa, clasped his hands and pressed his chin, as if he didn't hear Scarlett's words.

Scarlett didn't care, she threw all the newspapers on the coffee table to the ground, then put the things she brought on the coffee table, pulled out her second-hand wand, and started cleaning the room.

"You messed up all my things, I won't be able to find them." Sherlock opened his eyes and said dissatisfied.

"It doesn't matter. After I leave, this place will soon turn into a garbage dump, and you can find it then." Skalevin directed a cloth soaked in water to wipe the sofa, and another dry cloth followed to wipe the water clean.

"That's my shirt." Sherlock glanced at it, moved a place on his own initiative, and sat on the clean side.

"Who made you such a dirty rag." Scaleven said confidently, she jumped away from the broom and mop that were sweeping the floor, and sat next to Sherlock.

"Coffee, two sugars, thank you." Sherlock ordered also very confidently.

Scarlett: "..."

Well, she couldn't count on Sherlock, Scarlett had just sat down and stood up to go to the kitchen.

"Don't touch the things on the table." Sherlock yelled fiercely, but unfortunately he finished speaking, because before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of something being thrown into the trash can.

When Scarlett came out with coffee, Sherlock glared at her with glaring eyes.

"It's not my fault," Scaleven said. "Who told you to put a finger there, do you know how smelly it is? If it can't be vacuum-packed, can you not put this thing in the place where you live? The exhaust fan can It’s not a panacea, remember the last time you were evicted by the landlord after calling the police? I thought you were from the Department of Chemistry.”

"It's just my interest. I finally waited until No. 15 days." Sherlock said unhappily, but he didn't blame Scarlett.

Scarlett handed the coffee to Sherlock, who didn't lose his temper.Sherlock stirred the coffee angrily, and an... eyeball floated out of the black coffee?

Sherlock's hand paused, "This is...candy?" He took out the "eyeball" with a spoon, very realistic.

"It's a special recommendation for Halloween. I thought you'd like it. There are other styles." Scullewen herself drank a very normal sugar cube, and she brought it herself. Sherlock has almost no food here, and Scale Wen never opened his refrigerator, and every time she came, she brought him food that didn't need to be kept in the refrigerator, such as coffee beans, sugar, and various sauces that could be used to spread on bread.

Sherlock curled his lips and put the "eyeball" back into the coffee. The sugar shell on the outside of the "eyeball" melted a hole, and the red syrup inside flowed out. It looked horrible. Sherlock drank the "eyeball" into his mouth in one gulp. , crunching and biting.

Scarlevin twitched the corners of her mouth. She didn't like this style, so she deliberately bought it to disgust Sherlock, but she seemed to be disgusted instead.

At this time, a dishcloth stained with disinfectant was wiped over, Scarlevin and Sherlock stood up holding their cups and let the dishcloth wipe across the sofa before sitting down. After a while, the dishcloth passed under their feet again, and the two raised their feet again...

"I said, why do you have to clean up every time you come to my place?" Sherlock thinks it's unnecessary, isn't it so dirty?

"I also want to know why you can always make the house you live in like a pigsty." Skalevin was even more mad.

Sherlock: "..."

Scarlett: "..."

Why are we hurting each other here?

"Remember the wizard's manor I told you about?" Skalevin put down her glass.

"That's already a matter of summer... Why, you got it?" Sherlock's eyes brightened, "Where is it? Get it out quickly, oh, there are no cases recently, I'm almost bored to death."

Scarlevin took out all the materials, including the pair of gloves and the bottle, and Sherlock couldn't wait to flip through them.

"Text, it's all text, ha, there are also paintings, black and white photos, what are these, newspaper clippings? And signatures." Sherlock studied one by one with a dissatisfied expression, and he took out one from the pocket of his pajamas. A small magnifying glass, from time to time, put a photo or newspaper clipping under the magnifying glass for a closer look.

"I still need to study it carefully." Sherlock straightened up and put the magnifying glass back into his pocket.

"Okay." Scarlevin left the things at Sherlock and went back to school.

Although there seems to be a lot of information, the information provided is not much. Sherlock spent several months running through all the suspected places, and took Snape to several places, but he was not sure. The exact location, not even Snape, because if you didn't know the correct entrance, you couldn't find it if you circled the manor a hundred times.

Skalevin has some suggestions of her own about this.

Skalevin has her own point of view. She thinks that ordinary people without any special abilities are the general direction of evolution, not because they have no special abilities, but because the various ability factors in their bodies have reached a balance. .Therefore, no matter whether they are mutants or hemp-born wizards, the reason why they have special abilities is precisely because the balance in their bodies is broken, which makes the special abilities appear dominant.As for pure-blood wizards, it was another situation. Their mutual marriage highlighted the genetic factor of the special ability of "magic power", breaking the balance and making magic power a dominant inheritance.

Well, it's very scientific.

So Scaleven's suggestion is to increase the "wizard" part of Snape's blood by means of [crossing out] science [crossing out] wizards, and then... make reagents and use small planes to remove all suspicious places Sprinkle all over again.Generally speaking, the entrance of the defensive enchantment of the wizard manor will react when encountering the blood of the tribe, which is not only a kind of protection, but also a kind of early warning.

The above is the conclusion drawn by Skalevin after consulting the portraits of Griezmann's family.

Snape stared at Skalevin for a long time after she knew about this idea. She definitely knew what kind of impact it would have if there was a "method to artificially create pure-blood wizards". Leaked, he almost thought Skalevin knew.

Back then, the Dark Lord asked Snape to study the method of using potions to purify the blood, which seemed feasible in theory, but in practice the possibility of success was almost zero.At first Snape thought it was a trick of the Dark Lord, but later he realized that it was the Dark Lord himself...

Although it is impossible to use potions to turn hempseeds or half-bloods into pure-blood wizards, it is completely possible to just make some reagents. It just so happens that Snape knows more about this than anyone else.

It wasn't quite right to make these things at Hogwarts, so Snape decided to use the Christmas break to go back to Spinner's End to make a batch.

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