Descendants of HP

Harry sat down, grabbed the glass on the table, and drank the water in the glass in two gulps.

A rushing gust of wind messed up Hermione's slightly frizzy hair.

"Harry, why are you so anxious to ask me out?" Hermione put down her pen, comforted her hair with one hand, and looked at Harry seriously.

That posture looked exactly the same as Professor McGonagall, the former head of Gryffindor.

Harry collected his thoughts and said, "Min, I asked you out specially because I wanted you to think about something strange for me. Of the three of us, you are the smartest."

"Stop hating on me," Hermione told Harry to stop his meaningless compliments, "Go ahead with any questions. You don't want to talk about this at the Burrow. It's about Professor Snape?"

Ron has always disapproved of Harry getting too involved in Snape's affairs. Although Hermione has the same attitude, if Harry insists, Hermione will only be a reminder to prevent Harry from getting too deep hurt himself.

Harry hadn't thought about what it was about to be able to hide it from Hermione, he said directly, "It's really about Snape."

"To make you so anxious... Could it be that the professor came back to life?" Hermione tried to make the conversation less tense, but she wasn't joking about such things.

Harry frowned, and said, "No. You know, it's hard for me to fall asleep at this time. Sometimes I have to stay up late to fall asleep."

Hermione listened quietly to Harry's narrative.

"I have trouble falling asleep recently, and I often have nightmares when I fall asleep. For peace of mind..."

"What kind of nightmare?" Hermione had to be concerned about Harry's dreams, after all, he never had anything good in his dreams.

Harry put his right hand on his forehead and said, "I'll tell you what kind of dream I had, but let's take care of this first, shall we?"

"Of course. You continue." Hermione was obviously not in a hurry after getting Harry's promise.

Harry continued: "For peace of mind, I went to Professor Snape's house and wanted to take a look there. But, I met Draco Malfoy. I just wanted to go upstairs, Draco Malfoy Malfoy showed up at the top of the stairs and he stopped me downstairs and then made me forget about going upstairs and he kicked me out. I didn't feel right afterward."

Hermione listened carefully: "Do you think something is wrong?"

"I feel that Malfoy is hiding something upstairs and doesn't want me to know. When I went up after the fact, Malfoy had already left. But there is a very cold feeling upstairs. He must have hidden something upstairs Stuff." Harry said at the end, his face full of seriousness and eagerness.

Hermione could understand Harry's mood very well. She pressed Harry's hand and let Harry come out of his agitation: "Harry, just as you inferred, what purpose does Malfoy have? Something was hidden in Professor Snape's house, but you have to know that Professor Snape's house is now the property shared by the Malfoy family with you. So even if he really hid something there, you have nothing ways to interfere."

"But I think this matter is very important. He must be doing something dangerous!" Harry couldn't calm down as Hermione hoped, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't calm down.

Hermione bit her lip and thought for a while, her eyebrows were also tangled together, "If I really want to know what Malfoy is doing, I also need to know what activities he has had recently, who he has been in contact with. Or something It's what he had to do at Professor Snape's house."

But they really don't know much about the Malfoy family after the war, especially Draco Malfoy. His actions seem to be completely under the control of the old Malfoy. Charity gala, donated a lot of money.

At present, apart from the news that the Malfoy family and the Greengrass family are going to marry, they don't know anything.

Thinking of this, both of them knew that it would not be easy to know exactly what Draco Malfoy was up to.

Harry sat opposite Hermione and gradually calmed down.

Hermione was also thinking, but she still remembered Harry's dream, so after ordering Harry another glass of iced juice, Hermione brought up the old story again.

Harry said in a not-so-serious tone: "Actually, I can't remember the content of my dreams clearly. I can only see a black shadow appearing in my dreams. Sometimes his appearance makes me feel at ease. Sometimes his presence makes it hard to breathe...but whatever it feels like, when he's around, it's hard for me to sleep."

"A black shadow? Dedicated to destroying your sleep?" Hermione had already guessed why Harry was doing this.

Harry retorted, "I think it looks like Professor Snape's spirit."

"So you think Snape's spirit stays with you?" Hermione asked back.

The woman across the way asked such sharp questions that Harry had a hard time answering them.But if he didn't answer, it seemed that he was really wishful thinking.Harry wanted to answer, but didn't know how to answer.

Hermione eased her attitude: "Harry, have you had such a dream recently?"

If she was still having such dreams, she would worry if someone had put a curse on Harry while they weren't looking.

Harry thought for a long time, his face changing from good to bad.

Hermione kept asking, and Harry denied it.

But for some reason, when he confirmed that he really didn't have such a dream again, Harry felt even more uneasy.

Draco didn't know that Harry and Hermione were paying attention to his behavior at this time, but even if his behavior was discovered, no one would know that he was trying to resurrect Snape.

After all, no one would think that a Malfoy who puts interests first would still have such a desperate existence for a "savior".

Draco wasn't sure if the revived vampire was the real reborn Snape that the man said, he had to make sure.

In the evening, he should wake up.

Draco decided to wait by himself.