HP told my dad to hit you after school

Isa was whipped hard across the face, which woke her up.

【get up! 】The cold whip slapped on her quilt, 【Get up hot!My basin is empty!Go fill me up! 】

Isa turned over resentfully, pulled the quilt to cover her face, and refused in a daze: [You ask my dad to feed you... let me sleep for a while. 】

【Your father asked me to come to you and let me wake you up by the way. 】Nagini persistently hooked the quilt with the tip of his tail, trying to pull it off: 【I'm so hungry!Get up quickly—]

【You snake is so annoying! 】Isa finally lifted the quilt angrily and sat up, 【Okay, I'll go! 】

Nagini's whole snake was coiled up and nestled at the foot of the bed, seemingly obediently.With her disheveled hair, Yisha stretched out her hand and flicked her snake's head in dissatisfaction: [I remember I closed the door to sleep last night, how did you come in? 】

Nagini immediately sold Voldemort: [Your father just opened the door for me! 】

Yisha fell down on the bed again powerlessly: "Ah...it really is her own..."

Voldemort finished his breakfast and was sitting at the table happily flipping through today's "Daily Prophet".The reporters under him have accomplished the task of "blowing Voldemort's Deputy Minister 1/1" very well. Every day, there must be articles praising Voldemort's Deputy Minister and editorials criticizing the incompetent Minister.About the capture of Fenrir half a month ago, that reporter helped him brag for a week.It wasn't until Christmas that the incident slowly faded away.

【I'm up—】Isa changed into her little skirt and came down from the stairs, 【I'm so hungry...】

Voldemort smiled and looked up, watching his little girl walk to the table with a big snake coiled around her neck: [Nagini is full? 】

[That is,] Isa complained like a baby, [I was still hungry, so she drove me to add food to her.The whole big pot of chicken strips was swallowed in three bites, and she wasn't afraid of choking on it. 】

Nagini pretended not to hear, and buried his head in the lace flowers on Isa's chest, arching and arching.

Isa sat down at the table, and Nagini swam lightly down from her, snaking across the table to Voldemort, nudging his head in attachment.

[Be good, be good. ] Voldemort calmed his snake absently, 【We will go to Diagon Alley after breakfast today.Isa, do you have anything to bring? 】

Isa was used to her dad's insistence on speaking Parseltongue at home.

[There is nothing to bring. 】Isa doesn't have the habit of wearing jewelry and carrying money with her, 【Let's go after I finish eating. 】

Voldemort turned over the newspaper, quickly scanned one of the celebrity gossips, and did not forget to remind Isa: [Only the two of us are going out today, and we may meet reporters.You have to follow me.There are many people in Diagon Alley before Christmas, so be careful not to get lost. 】

Isa stuffed the biscuits with jam into her mouth, and responded vaguely.

Through the Floo network, the father and daughter soon appeared in Gringotts.

"Ah chirp!" Isa sneezed a little, stimulated by the cold air.Voldemort carelessly stroked the little girl's hair, and led her out of the bank: "Let's go buy something to eat first. What would Isa want to eat at Christmas?"

Isa felt deeply that she was brain-dead when she came out in a skirt in December. When they walked to the gate of Gringotts, the cold north wind hit their faces.Isha sneezes two more times.

"I want to eat something warm." She said wearily.

Voldemort looked down at the little girl who was obviously dressed differently from the others, and he came to his senses: "Are you going out in a skirt in winter?"

Isa sniffed: "This skirt has a warming spell..."

Voldemort was annoyed, even with the Warmth Charm, if a reporter caught him taking his daughter who looked like she was wearing only a single skirt out, he must be the one to take the blame for not taking good care of her daughter.At that time, it will definitely damage his tall image in the hearts of a group of middle-aged women who are overflowing with love——

He had no choice but to take his daughter to buy a cashmere scarf first.

By the time they came out of the store wearing parent-child gray cashmere scarves, a reporter who had gotten the news sneaked into the crowd and took pictures of them.

To be honest, what Yisha wore today was not the kind of summer suspender skirt, but a serious and gorgeous little lo skirt. She also wore long tube plush socks to keep warm.She didn't feel cold after she put on the scarf, but Voldemort started to get nervous about whether she looked warm or not.

"Let's go to the Duke of Bees." Isara pulled her father's hand, "I've finished eating my zizi honey..."

Voldemort didn't like sweets.But he glanced at the reporters ambushing in the crowd, smiled warmly, turned around and walked towards Duke Bee.

Yisha has the habit of carrying a few Galleons and Zizi Honey Bee Candies with her.There is always a small pocket for sugar on her clothes, which contains a few sizzling bee candies.On weekdays, you can touch it out and eat it yourself, or you can give it to friends you meet.So far, she has successfully won the friendship of the Blacks by relying on the candy. Except for the golden Malfoy who refused, all the friends were very happy and quickly opened the package and stuffed the candy into their mouths, including the cold-looking one. Little Bella with missing front teeth.

So, she is really good at coaxing children.

Carrying a big bag of candies out of the warm Duke of Bees, Isa contentedly swallowed a piece of sizzling bee candies, and stuffed two in the small pocket of her skirt, lying with her private house, Qian Gallon.

"Where does Isa want to go next?"

Isa said vaguely with sugar in her mouth, "The bookstore—"

Voldemort became proud in an instant. Look at his daughter, who is studious and motivated. At this age, children in other families are crying and clamoring to buy crackling cards, but Isa thinks about books all day long!

Like him!He has always been cute and read books!

Isa, who has a vicissitudes of mental age, didn't realize that every time she asked for a book, her father would favor her.

"Have you finished reading the "History of Witchcraft in Eastern Europe" that I bought for you last time?"

"I've read it." Isa said, "Professor Browning's writing is excellent, the academic level is very high, and the language is also very vivid, I like it. Professor Ulanburski's "A Concise History of Polish Witchcraft" is also very academically High, but the writing language is too boring. Compared with the two, I still prefer Professor Browning's history of witchcraft series."

"But Browning's description of the Wings of Poland uprising is not so objective." Voldemort retorted subconsciously, "He was too partial to the rebels in his words, and I have found out that Browning's ancestors were among the rebels Bloodfinger Toria—”

Voldemort shut up, suddenly realizing that it wasn't a good idea to discuss this with his six-year-old daughter.

"No wonder." Isa suddenly said, "I said, I always feel excited when I read that chapter. But there is no such partiality in other chapters. Generally speaking, Professor Browning is very rigorous and objective. So I think I might buy a copy of his History of Witchcraft in America."

"It's better not." Voldemort helped his daughter open the door of the bookstore, "I don't suggest you watch a Polish professor write the history of another continent. If you are interested in the history of witchcraft in the United States, I suggest you choose the fee." Len Angle—”

The father and daughter were almost blinded by the sudden flash of light in the bookstore.

"It's Deputy Minister Voldemort!" Covering their eyes, they heard the excited screams of the women in the store, the sound of the reporter pressing the shutter impatiently, and the interviewer asked loudly: "Deputy Minister, do you know anything about the Christmas holiday? Minister visiting Romania—"

Voldemort barely opened his eyes, squeezed out a smile, and pushed Isa before the reporters rushed over: "You go and read a book by yourself, Dad will come right away."

Isa didn't care, this happened every time she went out with her father.She rubbed her eyes, responded obediently, smiled at the camera, and walked towards the history books area.

A man with knotted hair, sharp teeth, and a gloomy face followed.

Isa stopped before the classification of European history and looked up to see if the book she had been fancying earlier had arrived.She found Browning's History of Witchcraft and Witchcraft in France on the third shelf, out of reach at her height.She looked back and found that there was no one in this area, only a yellow-toothed uncle with knotted hair was leaning against the bookshelf behind her, his mouth was split open, showing a mouthful of fangs, and he was looking at her with a smile.

"Are you Voldemort's daughter?"

Yisha seemingly unintentionally put her hands behind her back, put them on the bookshelf, knocked down a few books, and made a few soft sounds: "You are..."

"I'm the brother of Fenrir who was caught by your father—" the werewolf stretched out his wand, "—passed out!"

"Do you have cameras in your store?"

When Isa woke up, she vaguely heard the werewolf asking, and another person replied: "No, we are a potion shop..."

She was thrown carelessly on the cold ground.The werewolf was walking around not far away, seeming very irritable: "No, I have to find a camera and take a picture of me biting her...Damn it, who knows if there is a place that sells cameras in Knockturn Alley? There's nothing in the broken place—"

Isa opened her eyes secretly, looked out from the corner where she was lying, and saw three people in the dark and gloomy shop.The werewolf was scratching his head irritably at the door of the store. The shopkeeper stood behind the counter and answered the werewolf in a leisurely manner: "Knockturn Alley has everything."

Besides the shopkeeper and the werewolf, there was also a tall man wrapped in a black robe from head to toe, silently standing in front of the counter carrying a black leather case.

"Who are you?" The werewolf stopped in front of the man in black and glared at him.

"My purchaser." The shopkeeper replied with a smile. "This gentleman will not answer any questions except about potions."

The werewolf glanced at Isa, and Isa quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious. He seemed to have made up his mind, took out a silver Sickle, and patted it on the counter: "Help me watch this kid, I'll see you when I find the camera." Be right back. If she's not there when I get back—"

"Knockturn Alley only recognizes money." The shopkeeper maintained a smile, stretched out his hand and slowly rolled the silver box to his side.

Werewolves also know the rules of Knockturn Alley.He gave the innkeeper a nasty look, turned and walked out of the potions shop.

Yisha lay down for a while, and then jumped up when she heard that the shopkeeper had already started discussing the sale of the box of aging agent with the man in black.The shopkeeper and the man in black turned their heads to look at her, not seeming surprised at all.

Isa was still a little dizzy.Fortunately, the magic power of the werewolf is not strong, and he misjudged the time when Isa fell asleep, which gave Isa a chance to escape.

"I have two Galleons." Isa walked up to the owner with the counter, and tiptoed to slap the private money in her pocket on the counter, "I'll buy your aging agent."

The shopkeeper pushed Jin Jialong back: "I took the silver Sickles from the gentleman just now, and I have to do things for others when I receive money. I'm sorry, miss. Besides, I haven't bought the aging agent yet, you should ask this man Mr. Buy."

Isa wasn't surprised at all.She took out her last Galleon and gave it to the shopkeeper: "This is more than a shabby silver Sickle. I pay more, so I can ask for more. This is not the rule of your Knockturn Alley." ?"

The shop owner accepted the Galleon with appreciation: "You are outstanding, Miss Slytherin. Now you can come and go from my shop as you please."

The man in black remained silent.He stood aside silently, seeming to be looking at Isa, but he didn't seem to.

Isa gave the last two Galleons to the man in black: "Two bottles of aging potions, and a black robe like yours. I think two Galleons are enough."

She finally touched her small pocket, and found that there was still a sizzling bee candy.

"To you too, sir." Isa put the candies next to Jin Gallon.The man in black was taken aback when he took Galleon, and then hesitantly put the candy into his pocket.

The man in black opened his black suitcase on the counter.Isa was too short to see what was in the box.The man in black took out two vials containing transparent liquid from the box and placed them on the counter.

"The one on the left will be aged by 10 years, and the one on the right will be aged by 20 years." The man in black robe said, "The effect of the medicine is two hours."

Yisha quickly brought over the two vials: "Where are the robes?"

The man in black sneered: "Do you want me to take off this piece of my body and give it to you?"

Yisha was very nervous at this time, and she didn't have the thought to talk to the man in black at all.Otherwise, she would definitely shout in normal times: "Good, good, take off, take off, take off!"

The shopkeeper bent down and took out a long black robe from under the counter: "I don't know if this is okay, Miss. It is enough for a person with a height of 1.8 meters to cover from head to toe. But this gentleman forgot it a few times before. The ones here... just treat it as a gift from me."

The man in black gave a low "tsk" sound: "I didn't think I forgot it with you."

Isa took the robe and hurriedly lowered her head and bowed to the shopkeeper and the man in black: "Thank you, thank you."

"Miss, you can go to my storage room to change clothes." The owner smiled and pointed to a small door at the back of the store, and Isa hurried in and closed the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, she opened the 10-year aging bottle and drank it all.

Aging agent has a faint sour taste.As soon as Yisha tasted something, her head hurt like it was exploding.She was so painful that she almost slipped, and when she held on to the dusty box in the storage room, she found that her body was growing——

The little skirt is getting tighter and tighter on the body.She was almost strangled by the skirt.Yisha reached out frantically, touched the small knife that the shopkeeper put on the shelf, and cut the skirt open.My brain still hurts, throbbing throbbing, like being stuffed twice as much in an overly narrow box.She struggled to kick off the small leather boots that were pinching her feet, and finally she had to take off the fat times that were one size smaller.

The 1.7-meter-long 16-year-old Isa stood naked in the cramped storage room, feeling a little absurd for no reason.

Finally turned 16.Isha thought this way when she put on the black robe, it really is still suitable for me at this age... I think when I was 16 years old, I was not 1.7 meters long...

etc.When she was 16—?

Didn't she forget?

Isa found that while she might be gradually recovering her past memories, she also discovered that her 16-year-old body needed more clothing to cover her body.After all, it is not a 6-year-old tablet, she can only pick up the little skirt that was cut open by her, and simply wrap it around her chest and lower body.In the end, she covered herself tightly with the black robe, and put the small leather shoes and panties scattered on the ground into the big pocket of the black robe.Holding the remaining bottle of aging agent in her hand, she pushed open the door of the storage room.

The shop owner seemed to have already negotiated a deal with the man in black.The werewolf hasn't returned yet.Yisha walked out lightly, and cautiously looked at the street outside at the door of the store.

The werewolf took her to Knockturn Alley.At this time, the passers-by on the street outside were either dressed strangely, or wrapped themselves tightly in black robes like she was now.She was absolutely unrecognizable on the street at this time.

Isa turned around and expressed her gratitude to the shopkeeper and the man in black again: "Thank you very much, I will remember this kindness," she paused, "I swear in the name of Slytherin."

"It's not a kindness." The man in black said coldly, "This is just a fair deal."

It seems that Yisha's head is in a mess of disk defragmentation.Everything she saw triggered dozens of memories in her brain.Hearing the answer from the man in black, Isa, who was already in a mess, blurted out: "Your voice is very similar to Alan Rickman, sir."

Man in black robe:? ? ?

Yisha almost slapped her own mouth, what's the point, it's only serious to run away!

"Goodbye, Mr. Shopkeeper, goodbye, Mr. Rickman!" Isa pushed the door and hurried away, leaving behind two people who wondered who Alan Rickman was in the shop, and continued to settle their next potion transaction. bill.

Isa was running barefoot on the streets of Knockturn Alley.She walked quickly and striding along the sign in the direction of Diagon Alley, and the sharp stones on the soles of her feet did not slow her down.She clenched the vial in her hand tightly, so that her palms were sweating from being too nervous.She kept urging herself: go fast, go fast, just go to Diagon Alley, and escape from the tiger's mouth when you go to Diagon Alley.If you are caught, you will be bitten into a werewolf, Isa, you can't even touch the Hogwarts acceptance letter, can you?

There is still a corner in front of you and you can see Diagon Alley.Isa quickened her pace, and just as she was about to turn a corner and enter the last section of the road, a werewolf with knotted hair happily came out of a shop next door holding a dirty camera.

Isa's heart sank suddenly.

The werewolf glanced at Isa, not interested in this passerby who didn't know whether he was a man or a woman in a black robe.He turned his head and walked towards the potion shop.Yisha turned her back to the werewolf, her heart was pounding and about to jump out.She glanced back quietly, and when she saw the werewolf about 50 meters away from her, she ran towards Diagon Alley.

Isa was about to cry.Stepping on the gravel road with her bare feet hurt her, and she didn't dare to think about the miserable condition of her soles, and she had no time to put on her hood when the oncoming north wind blew her hood up. At the age of 16, her long black hair fluttered behind her, and she wanted to hurry up, hurry up, and she would soon be able to see the intersection of Diagon Alley——

——At the next corner, a familiar figure walked aggressively towards Knockturn Alley.

It was Voldemort who discovered his daughter was missing.

"Father—" Isa finally burst into tears.She screamed and rushed into the arms of Voldemort, who was holding a wand and looked fierce.Voldemort subconsciously wanted to push back, but when he looked at the girl who rushed over, he felt in a trance that the 16-year-old was looking at himself in the mirror——

—It’s Isa.

[Isa? ! 】He catches the girl, 【How do you—】

[A werewolf kidnapped me to avenge Fenrir! 】Isa’s tears could not be stopped, 【He threw me in a potion shop after passing out. I bought the boss’s aging potion and drank it before running out...】

Voldemort scowled.

"Street closed." He said coldly.

Auror Diallo who just arrived hesitated and said, "But Diagon Alley has been closed by you..."

"I said, seal Knockturn Alley." Voldemort hugged his daughter horizontally, "Dig three feet to find me that desperate wolf cub."

Yisha leaned against her father's chest, feeling extremely at ease. Even though the memory that had just been unsealed in her head shouted that this person is a big boss and this person is a snake-faced pervert, her heart was full of being protected. A sense of security.

She fell asleep in her father's arms.She needs a long sleep to sort out her messy memories at the moment.

Severus Snape looked out of the shop door.

"The street is closed," he said. "Lend me the port key."

The shopkeeper smiled and handed over a small empty potion bottle.Snape put his fingers on it and felt a hook jerk behind his navel—

Candies and Galleons clinked in his pocket during the spinning leap.He closed his eyes, and his feet finally touched the solid ground of Spider's End.

Severus Snape is back.