Chapter 506 Snape’s Visit
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
I won’t go into details about the little summer story that Soul and Black Cat have to tell.
There is nothing to say about petting cats. Handsome guys and beautiful girls who have cats all know it.
Anyway, in the end, Hermione left all red, leaving Soul alone on the sofa rubbing her fingers with an intoxicated expression.
You ask how a black cat can be seen to be all red?
Don't ask me, ask Hermione.
As the days passed, the turbulent waves in the magical world seemed to create a thick barrier between Soul and Hermione, completely unable to affect the couple's increasingly inseparable life.
Until this day, the clock had just struck nine at night, and there was a slight burst of air, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Soul, who was chatting with Angel about how to become a top student at Hogwarts, heard the sound coming from outside. The clear burst of air was so familiar. It was the sound unique to Apparition.
Soul subconsciously grabbed the wand on his side and looked at the door warily.
There was a pause of footsteps, followed by a knock on the door.
After a few beeps, there was no more movement.
Su Er grabbed Angel who wanted to open the door when he heard the knock on the door, "Wait, brother, come here."
Soul knew how chaotic the magic world was now. If he opened the door and there was an Avatar, who could stop him.
However, Soul was obviously overly worried. If it was a wizard with malicious intentions, he would have blown the door open with an explosion spell and rushed in with a wand.
But I can't find anything wrong. After all, I have my family behind me, so I can't be too careful.
Sol, who carefully approached the door with his wand, looked through the peephole and saw a familiar figure that surprised him.
"Crack..."
"Professor Snape, why are you here?" Soul asked in surprise as he looked at Snape who was wrapped in black robes outside the door.
Of course, the aloof Snape would not respond to Soul. He walked directly into Ellison's house.
"Hello?"
Mrs. Ellison leaned out of the kitchen and looked at Snape in confusion.
Similarly, Angel, who was full of curiosity, also looked at the strange little man who suddenly visited her home cutely.
Snape probably didn't understand what politeness meant. No, he was looking at Angel in a trance.
So Soul walked quickly to Mrs. Ellison and explained to her in a low voice that she was a professor at Hogwarts.
"Uncle, who are you?" Just as Sule was introducing Snape to Mrs. Ellison, Angel's milky voice sounded.
Holy shit, it was a rare thing to see Snape smile.
Soul really wanted Hermione to come and see them, but unfortunately she had to go back to the countryside to have dinner with her grandparents tonight, so she probably wouldn't have the chance to see them.
"Snape, my name is Severus Prince Snape." The corner of Professor Snape's mouth curled up in a stiff arc. It could be seen that it was a very reluctant arc. People just feel scared.
Just like the smile of a murderer in a horror movie.
The villain can no longer be a villain.
Oh, you better stop laughing...
"Prince? Is it the Prince that Mr. Dumbledore mentioned before?" Mrs. Ellison asked in a low voice.
Soul nodded.
The chat between a man in his 30s and a child under ten years old continued in the living room.
Angel was very courageous. She was not frightened by Snape's weird smile. Instead, she imitated the appearance of an adult seriously, ran up to Snape and stretched out her tender little hands.
"Hello, my name is Angel, Angel Ellison."
Snape looked at the adorable way Angel raised her head and stretched out her little hand. He was startled. His stiff smile softened a little. Under Sur's somewhat horrified eyes, he reached out and held Angel's little hand, and even shook it.
For Angel, maybe they are good friends once they have held hands.
So she started chasing Snape very lively and asking questions.
"Please sit down for a moment. Would you like a cup of black tea? Mr. Snape." Mrs. Ellison came over with a smile on her face.
"Or would you like some bread or cookies?"
Snape was obviously a little uncomfortable with Mrs. Ellison's enthusiasm, as if he was at a loss when facing a sociophobic person.
"No, ma'am," Snape replied firmly, "I will have to leave later."
"Really? What a pity, even Mr. Dumbledore praised the biscuits I made." Mrs. Ellison was a little disappointed.
Snape's lips moved a few times, and finally he spat out ---
"Okay, please give me some, thank you."
This night was a bit magical for Soul. He was ignored like air between Snape's sudden visit and Snape's departure.
It's nothing.
But, could this Snape be someone using Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself?
Is there something wrong with my eyes?
Soul thought about the life when he was getting along with Snape at school and if he asked any more questions, he would be suspected of having a troll brain or being stuffed with splendens...
Look again at Snape, who answered all of Angel's strange questions in detail and was extremely patient...
This is not Snape at all...
"Professor Snape came to your house yesterday?" When Sule mentioned this to Hermione, who came to Ellison's house as usual the next day.
"Can Professor Snape laugh? Oh my god, after taking Potions class for so long, I have never seen him smile before!"
Hermione couldn't believe it either.
Soul spread his hands, and Hermione turned to ask Angel, who had a rare day off from taking piano lessons today, about her impression of Snape.
Yes, although Angel is already a wizard reserve, after discussion, the Ellison couple did not give up their plan to let Angel learn piano. In their words, piano can very well cultivate a girl's temperament.
"Although this uncle looks scary, I think he is very kind."
This is Angel's answer.
As we all know, cats are very curious creatures, and the same is true for Hermione's classmate who is an Animagus cat.
Hermione was speechless, only annoyed that she had gone back to have dinner with her grandparents yesterday.
Time soon came to dusk, and no matter how reluctant it was to part with the big fireball that was trying to emit light and heat, it could only return to the foot of the mountain sadly. However, under the eyelids of the annoying moon that was already hanging in the sky on the other side, it looked so gray. I was a little reluctant to sneak back. The temperature hadn't even risen to [-] degrees today, and it wanted to try harder.
Therefore, the sunset tonight becomes extremely dazzling.
"Chi...ah..." the cicadas let out a long cry to welcome the arrival of dusk.
"---Finally, Bungie the budgie found a new way to stay cool this year. Bungie, who lives in Barnsley, successfully learned to water ski on a sled!! This is not something ordinary parrots can do. , please see Mary Dorkin’s detailed report for details---"
Along with the cicadas' voices, there were old news reports on the widescreen TV.
Oh, just like England's poor food list, there are very few news reports worth listening to. Soul picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, looked at Hermione who was still reading quietly, and stretched.
At the same time, a unique sound of flapping wings came from the living room window.
Not far away, there were several owls flying towards here clutching cloth bags.
There is nothing to say about petting cats. Handsome guys and beautiful girls who have cats all know it.
Anyway, in the end, Hermione left all red, leaving Soul alone on the sofa rubbing her fingers with an intoxicated expression.
You ask how a black cat can be seen to be all red?
Don't ask me, ask Hermione.
As the days passed, the turbulent waves in the magical world seemed to create a thick barrier between Soul and Hermione, completely unable to affect the couple's increasingly inseparable life.
Until this day, the clock had just struck nine at night, and there was a slight burst of air, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Soul, who was chatting with Angel about how to become a top student at Hogwarts, heard the sound coming from outside. The clear burst of air was so familiar. It was the sound unique to Apparition.
Soul subconsciously grabbed the wand on his side and looked at the door warily.
There was a pause of footsteps, followed by a knock on the door.
After a few beeps, there was no more movement.
Su Er grabbed Angel who wanted to open the door when he heard the knock on the door, "Wait, brother, come here."
Soul knew how chaotic the magic world was now. If he opened the door and there was an Avatar, who could stop him.
However, Soul was obviously overly worried. If it was a wizard with malicious intentions, he would have blown the door open with an explosion spell and rushed in with a wand.
But I can't find anything wrong. After all, I have my family behind me, so I can't be too careful.
Sol, who carefully approached the door with his wand, looked through the peephole and saw a familiar figure that surprised him.
"Crack..."
"Professor Snape, why are you here?" Soul asked in surprise as he looked at Snape who was wrapped in black robes outside the door.
Of course, the aloof Snape would not respond to Soul. He walked directly into Ellison's house.
"Hello?"
Mrs. Ellison leaned out of the kitchen and looked at Snape in confusion.
Similarly, Angel, who was full of curiosity, also looked at the strange little man who suddenly visited her home cutely.
Snape probably didn't understand what politeness meant. No, he was looking at Angel in a trance.
So Soul walked quickly to Mrs. Ellison and explained to her in a low voice that she was a professor at Hogwarts.
"Uncle, who are you?" Just as Sule was introducing Snape to Mrs. Ellison, Angel's milky voice sounded.
Holy shit, it was a rare thing to see Snape smile.
Soul really wanted Hermione to come and see them, but unfortunately she had to go back to the countryside to have dinner with her grandparents tonight, so she probably wouldn't have the chance to see them.
"Snape, my name is Severus Prince Snape." The corner of Professor Snape's mouth curled up in a stiff arc. It could be seen that it was a very reluctant arc. People just feel scared.
Just like the smile of a murderer in a horror movie.
The villain can no longer be a villain.
Oh, you better stop laughing...
"Prince? Is it the Prince that Mr. Dumbledore mentioned before?" Mrs. Ellison asked in a low voice.
Soul nodded.
The chat between a man in his 30s and a child under ten years old continued in the living room.
Angel was very courageous. She was not frightened by Snape's weird smile. Instead, she imitated the appearance of an adult seriously, ran up to Snape and stretched out her tender little hands.
"Hello, my name is Angel, Angel Ellison."
Snape looked at the adorable way Angel raised her head and stretched out her little hand. He was startled. His stiff smile softened a little. Under Sur's somewhat horrified eyes, he reached out and held Angel's little hand, and even shook it.
For Angel, maybe they are good friends once they have held hands.
So she started chasing Snape very lively and asking questions.
"Please sit down for a moment. Would you like a cup of black tea? Mr. Snape." Mrs. Ellison came over with a smile on her face.
"Or would you like some bread or cookies?"
Snape was obviously a little uncomfortable with Mrs. Ellison's enthusiasm, as if he was at a loss when facing a sociophobic person.
"No, ma'am," Snape replied firmly, "I will have to leave later."
"Really? What a pity, even Mr. Dumbledore praised the biscuits I made." Mrs. Ellison was a little disappointed.
Snape's lips moved a few times, and finally he spat out ---
"Okay, please give me some, thank you."
This night was a bit magical for Soul. He was ignored like air between Snape's sudden visit and Snape's departure.
It's nothing.
But, could this Snape be someone using Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself?
Is there something wrong with my eyes?
Soul thought about the life when he was getting along with Snape at school and if he asked any more questions, he would be suspected of having a troll brain or being stuffed with splendens...
Look again at Snape, who answered all of Angel's strange questions in detail and was extremely patient...
This is not Snape at all...
"Professor Snape came to your house yesterday?" When Sule mentioned this to Hermione, who came to Ellison's house as usual the next day.
"Can Professor Snape laugh? Oh my god, after taking Potions class for so long, I have never seen him smile before!"
Hermione couldn't believe it either.
Soul spread his hands, and Hermione turned to ask Angel, who had a rare day off from taking piano lessons today, about her impression of Snape.
Yes, although Angel is already a wizard reserve, after discussion, the Ellison couple did not give up their plan to let Angel learn piano. In their words, piano can very well cultivate a girl's temperament.
"Although this uncle looks scary, I think he is very kind."
This is Angel's answer.
As we all know, cats are very curious creatures, and the same is true for Hermione's classmate who is an Animagus cat.
Hermione was speechless, only annoyed that she had gone back to have dinner with her grandparents yesterday.
Time soon came to dusk, and no matter how reluctant it was to part with the big fireball that was trying to emit light and heat, it could only return to the foot of the mountain sadly. However, under the eyelids of the annoying moon that was already hanging in the sky on the other side, it looked so gray. I was a little reluctant to sneak back. The temperature hadn't even risen to [-] degrees today, and it wanted to try harder.
Therefore, the sunset tonight becomes extremely dazzling.
"Chi...ah..." the cicadas let out a long cry to welcome the arrival of dusk.
"---Finally, Bungie the budgie found a new way to stay cool this year. Bungie, who lives in Barnsley, successfully learned to water ski on a sled!! This is not something ordinary parrots can do. , please see Mary Dorkin’s detailed report for details---"
Along with the cicadas' voices, there were old news reports on the widescreen TV.
Oh, just like England's poor food list, there are very few news reports worth listening to. Soul picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, looked at Hermione who was still reading quietly, and stretched.
At the same time, a unique sound of flapping wings came from the living room window.
Not far away, there were several owls flying towards here clutching cloth bags.
