hp life winner snape

Mrs. Gaunt beckoned her black cat over, clutching her chest in feigned surprise: "Merlin, what a tragedy." Then she quickly recovered her expressionless face and said as if nothing had happened: "Which girl Don’t you have a few pieces of lost love?”

"We had a fight, and he wanted me to avoid adventures with Gryffindor and hide as much as possible. Yes, he didn't say it directly, but I understood what he meant. He wanted me to be afraid to endure, hide, Turn a blind eye to the danger of your friend!" Vestia became more and more agitated, and her anger had already made her misinterpret Snape's kindness.

"What a naive idea," Mrs. Gaunt pouted, "I couldn't control you, but he still wants to do it?!"

"Of course I will pay attention to the danger, but sometimes things come so suddenly that I can't avoid it, and I'm not a prophet." Vestia said: "He got angry because of this, ignored me, and talked to other girls Ambiguous!"

"You're right, you're not a prophet. But with all due respect, I don't think he's a cheating bastard."

"He's always trying to control my life, but I can't have everything he wants." Vestia exhaled angrily.

"Of course he wants to control you. No one can watch a beautiful and innocent girl like you go to die." The old lady of Gunter smoothed Bigail's hair and said indifferently: "You are just not smart enough, but So what can it do, anyway, you all broke up."

"That girl he met is prettier than me," Vestia said angrily.

"It must be smarter than you." Mrs. Gaunt's poisonous tongue skill was fully fired again.

"Yes, she is very likable, even I can't help but think she is a good girl. She is warm, generous, beautiful, kind and considerate, maybe she can give Severus happiness." Vestia couldn't help sighing Said that the lace on her nightgown was almost torn off by her.

"A Slytherin?" asked old Mrs. Gaunt.

"Yes."

"Tsk tsk, trust me, a Slytherin is never very kind."

"But I think you are a kind lady, you must be a Slytherin too?" Vestia said sincerely.

Old Mrs. Gaunt froze for a moment, then said awkwardly: "Thank you, but I don't think kindness is a compliment."

"What should I do?" Vestia asked tangled.

"What can you do?" old Mrs. Gaunt replied helplessly.

After a while, Mrs. Gaunt suddenly asked, "If you had to choose, which side would you be on? Voldemort or the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Of course the Order of the Phoenix!" Vestia replied immediately: "My father has joined the Order of the Phoenix, and my mother was killed by Voldemort. I don't think there is any choice."

The old Mrs. Gaunt looked at her for a while, and said in a long and slow tone: "Then, I don't think your little lover abandoned you because of a simple quarrel with you...Of course," she added: "It's definitely not Because what a prettier little girl."

"Because of my identity? I'm destined to be on the side of the Order of the Phoenix, and he wants to go to the Death Eaters?" Vestia said in surprise, "No, it's impossible, he won't follow Voldemort."

"Did he promise you? Did he give you an accurate reply that he would never join the Death Eaters?"

"Yes, he said he would never become a Death Eater." Vistia was silent for a moment: "Actually, we have been avoiding talking about this topic. My Gryffindor friends are prejudiced against him. I don't want him to misunderstand, I want to show that I trust him..."

"Then the problem is simpler."

"Simple?"

"Do you think Slytherin would allow a prefect to get involved with the Order of the Phoenix?" Mrs. Gaunt suddenly said sharply: "Slytherin is the reserve battalion of Death Eaters, a prefect, a Slytherin prefect Sir, he can't be an exception. If he were an exception, he couldn't possibly be their prefect, their leader!" Unless his disguise could fool stupid Tom, of course, she wasn't sure that kid would be able to In such a difficult environment, I chose to survive for a little girl.

"...I thought he wouldn't lie to me." Vestia was a little sad, but still insisted: "He swore that he would not join the Death Eaters, he never lied to me..."

Isn't it easy for a Slytherin to lie to you?The old lady Gaunt spread her hands and said: "If you trust him so much, then I can only guess that he ignored you because he had to?" Thinking about Mrs. Snape's obsession with the alcoholic Libya, she thinks it is wrong for the child to choose love. impossible.

"Then what should I do? Every time I see him with that Sissy, I feel extremely uncomfortable." Vestia couldn't help crying, and Mrs. Gunter patted her on the back with rare comfort. : "Look at it, think about it, you may have to endure it for another three years until you graduate... Oh, stop crying, Merlin's socks, you make me upset."

"Feel sorry."

"I mean, stop being sad. Although I do think that Slytherin prefects have a bright future, but if you are in such pain, I would advise you to calm down and think about it." Old Mrs. Gaunt was silent for a moment, unskillfully Continue to comfort her: "Look at your pretty little face, it's more attractive than the cream cake on Christmas...Of course, I don't think it's delicious, but who cares, you all like it anyway."

"That's not a metaphor that cheers me up," Vestia couldn't help but say.

"How can there be any metaphor to make you happy, and I'm not a troubadour." Mrs. Gunter snorted, she seemed to think that this time should be kinder, so she said: "...Time will always make you happy Get up..." Then she switched back to her usual style very naturally: "You will find out how stupid it is to cry about this sooner or later. I hope you have forgotten about today at your wedding, otherwise you will Die in shame."

Vestia hugged her gratefully: "In any case, I thank you. You have always been the wisest one."

The old Mrs. Gunter also hugged her, and reluctantly spit out a sentence: "If you must think so, I accept your compliment."

homely

Early the next morning, Vistia was woken up by Mrs. Gaunt. They had breakfast together and then visited the Slytherin-style manor.This is an underground building with a huge area, with countless rooms and corridors connected to each other, and they descended to a deeper place along those stone paths.

The exhibition hall with family charts, the study room full of black magic books, and the room full of strange magic props, this is completely a mysterious family of dark wizards.

"Slytherin will always lead you to the top." The old lady Gaunt took out a green gold velvet box, blew off the dust on it, and said with disgust: "I should teach Dick a lesson, look at it What a lazy little elf, to make the Gaunt's house full of dust!"

"Oh, it's really big here, I believe it won't be easy to clean." Vestia looked around.

Mrs. Gaunt snorted coldly and blew on the box again, and then began to shake impatiently. She didn't open it until it was much cleaner. "Come and see what a beautiful emerald it is for your eyes." She took a gemstone necklace from the box.

"But my eyes are blue." Vestia couldn't help but say.

The old lady of Gaunt paused, and said indifferently: "Whatever it is, as long as you wear this, no one will bother to look into your eyes."

The necklace was made of platinum hinges, with a drop-shaped emerald drop that was as long as half a thumb.There is a ring of diamonds inlaid around it, shining brightly under the light of the torch, as if exuding a strange magic power.Vestia couldn't help but catch it and look at it carefully. She didn't realize it until Mrs. Gaunt put the necklace around her neck.

"Oh, no, this is too precious!" Vestia wanted to take it off, but the chain suddenly became hot as if it was on fire, embedded into her skin after she screamed, and disappeared.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. When I was young, it also liked to play hide-and-seek with me like this." The old lady Gaunt didn't care about Vestia's panic at all. She calmly took out her wand and said to the white and tender neck To: "Slytherin!"

The necklace seemed to reappear on Vestia's neck with great reluctance. It struggled to be quiet for a moment, but no matter how hard Vestia tried, she couldn't take it off.

"Don't worry, it's just naughty." Mrs. Gaunt waved her hand.

"Is this the necklace you used to wear?" Vestia asked while touching the emerald.

"Of course, this is inherited from the Slytherin family." The old lady continued to rummage through the pile of dusty boxes, and then she glanced at Vestia: "Oh, don't use such a moving look." Look at me, who else can I give it to, Tom that fool?"

"Although there are only the two of us left in the Gaunt family, hey, even if my brother is still alive, he will definitely be pissed to death by his good grandson...I will never admit the existence of Tom, I have long since removed him Erased from the genealogy, that poor fool!"

Vestia couldn't help shedding two drops of cold sweat. The idiot that the old lady despised was actually the dark lord that everyone in the magic world feared.That wizard has powerful magic power and supporters, and even created Horcruxes in an attempt to live forever.

"Look at this again," Mrs. Gaunt's eyes were shining, and she leaned over like a wolf seeing a prey, holding up the earring in her hand and asking: "How about this? I think it matches your eyes very well!"

"No, no, thank you..." Vestia stepped back again and again, the necklace on her neck had already frightened her, and she didn't want to touch anything here again.Besides, these earrings are obviously green ghost stones, which don't match her eyes at all? !

"Oh, Merlin, you don't like it?" Mrs. Gaunt said sadly, "She was worn by the Queen of France. There is a powerful curse on it. Any man who betrays the bearer will die."

"..."

"I really liked it when I was young, until I died three husbands..." said old Mrs. Gaunt wistfully, before throwing the earrings into a corner and producing another cloth napkin.

"I guess it must be the napkin the cursed diner choked on," Vestia said thoughtfully.

Mrs. Gaunt glared at her: "How could Slytherin have such a vicious spell? This is just an ordinary napkin. I guess Dick left it here...Damn house elf, since it saw Gaunt's genealogy I was the only one left in the world, and I started to be passive and sabotage.”

Mrs. Gunter shrugged, threw the napkin out, and said apologetically, "Please forgive me. After all, it has lived for 800 years and found that the owner's family has no heirs. It is human nature to do things carelessly."

"..."

They quickly spent half a day in the underground manor. Considering the meal time, Mrs. Gaunt reluctantly did not show her places like the dungeon.It has a history of thousands of years, and it is a very secret residence of the Slytherin family. It has been passed down to this day, and only a few members of the Gaunt family know about it.

After Dumbledore saw the necklace around her neck, a light shone under his glasses.He didn't stop them from visiting the bunker. Of course, due to the old lady Gaunt's refusal, he stayed in the hall and read books all morning.

"Let me see your spell level." After dinner, Mrs. Gunter couldn't wait to pull Vestia into a spacious room, and she finished it on the sofa in front of the fireplace: "I heard you Well done in the valley."

"I'm good at using fire spells, for example..." Vestia suddenly made a starting gesture: "Fire is raging!" A fire dragon rushed out of her wand, roaring and circled around the room, and rushed Entering the fireplace caused a beeping explosion, which eventually dissipated.

"..." Mrs. Gaunt looked at her blankly for a while: "Oh, my little troll, what kind of fire spell is this?! Stand behind me!" She pulled Vestia to the sofa From behind, he calmly drew out his wand and shouted: "Devil Flame!"

In an instant, a huge gust of wind and anger rushed out of her wand, and the room became a sea of ​​flames. It seemed that it was not an ordinary flame, with a strange green in red, like the eyes of a devil, staring at you.

Vistia only felt that the temperature around her was rising, and her freezing spell was of no use at all.Rugs, bookcases, and even the stone walls used to build bunkers are melting.

In front of old Mrs. Gunter, there was a clear line blocking the flames on the other side. Under the light of the fire, her face had a kind of crazy enthusiasm. It seemed that at this moment, her already aging face became alive again. . "This is called the flame curse." She turned her head and said to Vestia, "Your little trick is worse than getting out of a hole."

"It's really powerful." Vestia agreed.

"So? Will you come out of your own hole?"

"...No." Vestia shook her head, how could she use that typical Slytherin family spell, she was a Ravenclaw.

Old Mrs. Gaunt stared at her with an expression of "You can't even do this? You are too weak."It wasn't until Dumbledore entered the house from the door and extinguished the flames that she continued to explain coldly, "Oh, we're just playing with a little fire."

Ring

Under the training of Mrs. Gunter, she not only learned how to get out of the hole, but also learned other spells with strong black magic attributes such as devil flames.Dumbledore left her here and promised to pick her up before school started. Before he left, he said to her earnestly: "Little Vestia, I'm glad you can learn new things here, but you You have to know how important that is to us."

"I know, it's a Horcrux, we have to destroy it." Vestia replied, in fact she didn't know what to do, she desperately wanted to get the ring to destroy the Horcrux, but she also Don't want to hurt Mrs. Gaunt.That was the person she admired most in this world, her mentor, her second mother, she was unwilling to do anything that would make her sad.

"I know you love her," Dumbledore said seriously, "but we must destroy it, it is no longer the ring of the Gaunt family, it is an evil Horcrux full of dark power, as long as it is still there, Voldemort would not have died, and would have lived on."

"I know." Vestia tried to refuse: "So, what do you want me to do? That is very important to Mrs. Gunter."

"You have to tell her that destroying it will inherit the family better than keeping it." Dumbledore left after finishing speaking...

Vestia is very happy here. These days, she doesn't care about her identity, what she will do in the future, and what happens outside.This kind of ease was something she had never experienced before. Ever since she knew about the prophecy ball, she had been living under tremendous pressure. She had to consider not only how to destroy the Horcrux, but also how to save her friends.

Her opponent is the mighty Voldemort, which is not easy. The prophecy ball only said that one could survive, but it didn't say which one could survive... Perhaps, the one who died would be her.

Now, she learns magic with Mrs. Gunter every day, practice and consolidate.The old lady of Gaunt was an excellent witch, both in experience and in extensive knowledge.She possesses tenacious perseverance and strong intelligence. During the years in Spider's End, she never let Vestia realize that she was a witch.

"Devil's Flame!" Vistia has already mastered this spell proficiently. Looking at the half-burned room, she said apologetically to Mrs. Gaunt, "I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't worry about it, anyway, no one will live here after I die." The old lady of Gaunt didn't care about these things: "The Gaunt family has no heirs, and I won't take advantage of that trash Tom!" In the past few days, she has been disdainful, teasing, and mocking Voldemort, and now she has begun to use many different words to express the same meaning.

"You don't like Tom?" Vestia asked, "Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Mrs. Gaunt held her black cat and flipped through an old book: "I've never liked fools."

"But I'm not smart either," Vistia scratched her head.

"But you're much better-looking than he is, my little troll," said Mrs. Gaunt. That look! I will never let his face appear in the family tree, in the same family tree as mine!" She flipped through the book in her hand: "Oh, "The Lost Black Magic", do you want to read it?"

Vestia took the tattered book with a black cover, sat beside her and flipped through it casually, then she couldn't help frowning: "This is really profound."

"Really?" Mrs. Gaunt raised her eyebrows: "You can just look at the picture. Oh, look at how pitiful this tortured woman is, her hair is quite similar to yours."

"..." Vistia imitated Slytherin's tone, flipped through a few pages and said, "Oh, this old lady is quite similar to you, although she can't see her face with a cloak..."

"Thank you for your praise. This is Isis from Egypt, a great witch. She is ruthless, can poison to create illusions, and is proficient in spells and all kinds of magic."

"What about the blonde woman just now?"

"Don't think about it, it's just an ordinary woman."

"..."

"Do you like this book?" Mrs. Gaunt looked at her expectantly and a little threateningly, it was rare for her to speak so approachably.

Vestia felt that as long as she said she didn't like it, the old lady could immediately turn into a furious Furies and eat her, so she tentatively said, "It's okay...well..."

"Then take it, this book is yours." Mrs. Gaunt heaved a sigh of relief, then she stuffed the book into Vestia's arms, and pulled her to stand in front of a wall. "Hiss..." She spat out two words of Parseltongue, and then the wall slowly moved away, revealing the dark room inside.

The entire room was filled with tall bookshelves, thousands of books exuded the smell of rotting paper, and it was obvious that the place had been silent for too long.Bigel, the black cat, jumped away nimbly and got into the sofa, not at all planning to come in with them.

"How about this?" Mrs. Gunter searched the bookshelf, and took out a copy of "The Curse of Ancient Egypt" and gave it to her: "Although the author has been dead for 300 years, believe me, this must be a good book before going to bed." Reading material, if your child won't sleep, you can use this to scare him."

"Oh, and this, I really didn't expect it to still be here after so many years - "Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts", don't you want to know about Voldemort's Horcrux? There is a detailed analysis here." Mrs. Gaunt Picking books from the bookshelf one by one, and stuffing them into her arms: ""The Black Magic of Permanent Injury", "Moya Forbidden Book", "Eighteen Kinds of Torture"..."

"Do you like it?" Before she could answer, Mrs. Gaunt was already stuffing her with more books: "You can take them all!"

"Ma'am..." Vestia wailed, she had no interest in these black arts.

"Dumbledore will come to pick you up tomorrow, right?" Mrs. Gaunt suddenly asked, her voice sounded extremely calm, but Vestia still couldn't help sniffing.

""Black Magic and Potion" is also good," the old lady didn't continue the topic just now, as if she had said nothing.Then, when she realized that Vestia could no longer take down any more books, she thought for a moment and pulled back the "Eighteen Kinds of Tortures": "Girls should stop reading such bloody things... You should like this better." Then he stuffed a copy of "Let him die, the curse of betrayal".

"You can take whatever you want." She added, and then reluctantly explained under Vestia's puzzled eyes: "Anyway, after I die, no one will come here again."

"Oh, don't say that," Vestia also felt sad. She put down a pile of black magic books, and comforted Mrs. Gaunt, "I'm planning to invite you to officiate my wedding."

"Hmph, thank you for your invitation." Mrs. Gaunt also hugged her, but still said unforgivingly: "But I will only bless your marriage with Slytherin, if you are a Gryffindor... Oh, Merlin, just treat me as dead."

Vestia wanted to ask her about the ring many times, but she finally didn't say it.An old man in his twilight years, an old man who treated her so kindly, how could she speak? That is the family crest of the Gaunt family, and perhaps the only thing she cares about, the symbol of the family, the continuation of the family.

The gate of the underground palace was opened again, and Vestia gave Mrs. Gunter a deep hug: "I will definitely come to see you again."

"Oh, don't come here, look how you burned those houses." Mrs. Gunter said and handed her a small box: "Here, I have carefully selected some books for you, There are also magic supplies, please be careful when using them." She enjoined her mysteriously: "I asked Dick to write the instructions for you, those magic supplies..." Then there was a meaningful look.

"Okay..." Vestia was stunned for a moment, and then her hands were sweating while holding the box. She could already guess what dangerous things were contained in it: "Thank you, I must use it with caution."

"Well, you will use it with caution. I like your statement, but I have no confidence in it." She waved her hand casually: "Let's go, let's go, don't be eaten by the giant monster in the valley."

"Goodbye." Vestia followed Dumbledore to follow the Guiding Charm and left the valley, and then they used the Portkey to return to London.

get the ring

"You didn't ask her about the ring, did you?" Dumbledore asked with certainty, "Vestia."

"Yes, I can't open my mouth. She trusts me so much and loves me so much, but I want to get her precious family ring from her. I feel very despicable." Vestia said painfully: "I don't want to betrayed her trust."

Dumbledore patted her on the shoulder reassuringly: "No, you are not mean, Vestia, you are a brave and kind child, can you relax? It's over."

Vestia was sent back to Simals Manor. She opened the box and looked through the parting gifts that Mrs. Gunter gave her one by one. The small box was obviously enchanted with space. Not only did she find a lot of black Magic books, some strange potions and herbs, and even various jewelry.

But she wasn't going to wear them, knowing that some of them must be... very unusual, maybe cursed, maybe something else, and she was going to keep them all.

Eventually, an unassuming black box caught her attention, as special as the dirt in a diamond amidst piles of luxurious, even extravagant jewelry.Vistia opened the box suspiciously, and there was a ring quietly inside. The black gemstone shone brightly, engraved with the family crest of the Gaunt family.

What's this?A small note fell out of the ring box, which said—"Take it, I don't need it anyway, remember to come back and see me."

It was the resurrection stone ring that was made into a Horcrux, and she gave it to her.At this moment, Vestia's eyes were already filled with tears, and she could even imagine the look on the old lady Gaunt's face when she wrote this sentence, as well as the last sentence with obviously messy notes.She closed the box carefully, then rushed downstairs to stop Dumbledore who was about to leave.

"This is... the ring of the Gaunt family." Dumbledore asked gently, his eyes had already indicated the identity of the ring, without any black magic blocking it, it was lying quietly in the box at the moment, letting what does he do.

"Yes, old Mrs. Gaunt put it in that box," said Vestia.

"Thank you, little Vestia," said Dumbledore, "that's the power of love, she doesn't need this crest to remind her what the only life left is worth, her love for you is her living motivation. She's getting older, she just needs someone to love her."

Vestia lowered her head and didn't speak, she finally couldn't hold back the tears.

"You love her too, don't you?" Dumbledore asked.

Vestia nodded.

"That's enough, she doesn't need this ring anymore, love is the greatest power in this world."

For the first time, Vestia felt that this sentence made sense.She suddenly admired Dumbledore, this powerful wizard who could sacrifice his life for justice and love, and finally died. He was the decisive factor in this victory. Without him, the war might have continued for a long time, and perhaps Voldemort would not have lost at all.

Russam hugged her daughter pitifully, comforted her and said, "You can visit her every holiday in the future, and I am willing to go with you." He literally jumped up when he saw Mrs. Lipik of Stia.He has always been very guilty of the disappearance four years ago, he is ashamed of Vestia, and he knows how much weight that old man has in her life.

Vestia took some time to finish her holiday papers for each class before boarding the train to Hogwarts with her small suitcase.There was nothing special about it, she walked down the corridor towards the Gryffindor carriage, looking for Lily and Sirius.

"Hi, Vestia." A sweet and pure voice stopped her.

Seemingly attracted by magic, Vestia stopped and looked back, and greeted perfunctorily: "Hi, Miss Claire."

"Oh, don't be so distant, you can call me Sissy, aren't we friends? We've met many times." The red-haired girl ran over enthusiastically and grabbed her: "Come on, we can go to Sri Lanka together." The Lightling's car, oh, the prefect's car, and Sev's there too."

Vestia smiled stiffly, pushed her away, and said very distantly: "Sorry, I don't think we are familiar with each other. Now, I'm going to find my friends."

"Oh, don't be like this, Vestia." Sissy looked at her wrongedly, her green eyes filled with tears, and she said, "Sev and I are your friends too, aren't we? Come with us Go, Sev, he'll be glad."

Vestia held back the anger that had risen in her heart, look at how close they were, she called him Sev, and they sat together in the prefect's carriage, which was the highest treatment for Slytherins.The train was very chaotic, and a few young wizards who had just entered school were chasing and fighting. Vestia suddenly remembered the joke she had made on Snape at the End of the Spider, that he would fall in love with a beautiful girl with red hair and green eyes.

What now?It seemed to come true, although she didn't like the feeling at all, although she was talking about Lily at the time, but now?This girl named Sissy Claire, she might be Snape's new girlfriend.

"No need, in fact, Mr. Snape and I are not familiar." Vistia replied politely, and then quickly pulled her luggage, ready to leave here.

A little wizard ran past her and bumped into her waist. "Oh!" Vestia couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice, and then a strong hand grabbed her arm. She couldn't help but touched her heart, and then turned around and said, "Thank you."

Snape looked at Vestia's surprised and guilty expression, and said nothing.His black eyes were bottomless, revealing a complex look, and after confirming that she had stood still, he walked past her as if nothing had happened.When passing by Sissi, he said: "If you don't want to leave, then stay here."

Sissy regained her composure, smiled apologetically at Vestia, and followed to grab Snape's arm.Snape pushed her away calmly and picked up his pace.

Vestia took a deep breath and stood there to calm herself down. She really couldn't swallow this breath, yes, she really couldn't tolerate the close relationship between Snape and Miss Sissy.She still loves him until now, and still remembers every bit of their time together, but he is already with another woman.

You were the one who broke up first, Vistia said to herself.But what made her even more unwilling was that Snape was not going to give her an explanation at all, and he was even more indifferent to her, which made her wonder if his heart was still the same as before.Well, she had to admit, she was jealous!It was really an answer that made her depressed.

Claire

She, Lily, Sirius and others were talking about the courses of this semester along the way. They have to take the OWLs exam, the full name of the wizard exam level test, which determines whether you can continue to take some courses, such as the follow-up of Potions and Herbalism For courses, you need to get excellent O grades in OWLs.

This is undoubtedly an exam that all little wizards attach great importance to. In this carriage, Lily and Vistia are the type who have no problems. They spend most of their time studying and don't need to worry about the exam at all.But Sirius and James, each had their own short version, or in other words, in potions and astronomy, etc., their grades were very... unstable.

"Maybe our college alliance can add some theoretical study, about making up lessons before the exam." Lily suggested.

"Oh, no, we should spend more time practicing spells and learning Defense Against the Dark Arts." Sirius immediately objected: "I really can't imagine that in the Room of Requirement, a group of brave warriors... Making scabies potion?!"

"However, many professions have requirements for OWLs. If you want to become an Auror, you must reach an O level in the Potions exam. If you want to become a doctor at St. Mungo's Hospital, the requirements will be stricter, at least Potions and herbalism are all O!" Vestia asked, "What profession do you want to pursue?"

Sirius thought for a moment: "Rock singer?"

"...I don't think there is such a profession in the wizarding world." Vestia said.

"The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is not bad either!" Sirius nodded quite complacently: "If I become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I will definitely be better than Professor Hedi!"

"I heard that in his OWLs back then, he only got an O in herbal medicine." Lily hit him and said, "If you want to be better than him, then you can get an O in all subjects. Merlin, Hogwarts hasn't appeared much yet Such a genius."

Sirius exhaled, and James nodded in agreement with Lily: "Yes, Sirius, sit back quickly, don't worry, I don't remember what you just said at all."

Finally, his eyes fell on Vestia, well, Vestia swallowed, and said helplessly, "Maybe...maybe...maybe...you can do it...right?" Under Sirius' increasingly depressed gaze, she finally said, "Anyway, I'll help you."

"Thank you, my friend, I have to say, you are much more reliable than James!" Sirius patted her shoulder lightly with his fist, and then complained to James dissatisfiedly: "Look, since this guy has a girlfriend Just completely forget about me!"

"Compared to you, of course Lily can attract my attention more, don't let me tell you what you did in the dormitory!" James said threateningly, then leaned on Lily's shoulder obediently, The little bird looks like a person.

"Thank you for the compliment," Lily said to James