Chapter 155: Frowning
Snape's brows were furrowed, and he was filled with worry.
He might put Hephis in danger due to his lack of experience.
More importantly, Hephis absolutely cannot stay in Hogwarts now.
Snape thought about it for a while, and finally hesitantly took out a two-sided mirror from the cabinet.
There is already a thin layer of dust on the mirror.
He didn't care whether it was late at night or not, and just called out to the mirror.
A few minutes later, a woman with a charming face and slightly messy hair appeared in the mirror.
Flora Delacour said lazily, "Snape, it's really strange that you would contact me on your own initiative."
Snape took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound calm: "Dracule, I have something I want to... ask you for help."
Delacour smoothed his hair.
"Have you ever taken care of a child, especially a baby?"
As soon as Snape finished speaking, Delacour woke up instantly, no longer feeling sleepy.
Her eyes widened and she asked sharply, "Snape, what...what do you mean?"
"I just have a baby here who needs..." Snape was interrupted by Delacour's sharp voice before he could finish.
"Snape, even if you don't like me, but you...how could you do this to me? I..."
There was an obvious hint of crying in Delacour's voice.
Snape also understood instantly that this was a misunderstanding, "Dracule, you misunderstood. This child is not mine."
"It's not yours..." Delacour was stunned for a moment, then realized that his reaction was too intense.
She tried to calm herself down: "Whose is that?"
"Don't worry about that. Just tell me if you can take care of the child!" Snape said a little impatiently.
Delacour looked at him angrily, "Snape, is this how you ask for help?"
Snape's tone softened instantly.
"Dracule, could you help take care of the child for a while? It's not convenient for me to leave him in Hogwarts."
"You actually speak softly. Whose child is this?" Delacour was even more confused.
"I really can't tell you now, but I promise it's not mine. You can use blood detection magic to check it." Snape assured.
Delacour took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, I promise you. But I have to state in advance that I can't take care of the baby."
Snape decisively cut off the magical connection of the two-way mirror.
"Snape, you bastard." Delacour went crazy, "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Delacour would not give up, and she frantically tried to reconnect the two-way mirror.
Snape was finally annoyed by the continuous magical connection and reluctantly connected the two-way mirror again.
"Snape, you bastard!" Delacour started yelling as soon as the call was connected.
"I have something else to do right now and I really don't have time to bother with you." Snape said and was about to hang up the two-way mirror.
"Wait, I'll raise the child." Delacour said quickly.
Snape was stunned. "Didn't you say you couldn't take care of a baby?"
"Snape, are you stupid?" Delacour's voice was full of teasing, "What's my last name?"
"Dracule," Snape answered automatically.
"Is it incredible that I have a house-elf at home?" Delacour looked at him with disdain.
Snape was completely stunned. He was also anxious, and his mind was full of worries.
He forgot that house-elves were the best helpers in taking care of babies.
Unfortunately, he couldn't mobilize the house-elves of Hogwarts at the moment.
However, what he didn't know was that An An had been arranged by Hefeth to live in the Brian old house, and his uncle Rice was also there.
As long as he brings Hephis back to the old house, all problems will be solved.
Unfortunately, Hephes is still asleep and cannot tell him these things.
"Snape, Snape." Delacour shouted loudly at the two-way mirror.
Snape came back to his senses, "Dracule, where are you now? I'll go find you now."
Delacour's face turned stern, "Apologize first."
"Apologize?" Snape was stunned.
"You just cut off the two-way mirror and made me hit you so many times. You must apologize."
Although Delacour's tone was firm, her expression was more like coquettishness.
Snape was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "I'm sorry, it was me just now..."
He didn't know what to say next. He had never apologized to anyone in his life.
Delacour snorted, "You take the child to Hogsmeade, I will have Momo bring the carriage to pick you up."
"Thank you, Delacour," Snape thanked.
"Call me Fulla." Delacour raised his head slightly and pointed his chin at Snape on the other side of the two-way mirror.
"Fla." Snape chose to compromise.
The night was as dark as ink, and there was not a single star in the sky.
Snape cast an Disillusionment Charm and flew all the way to the entrance of Hogsmeade with the infant Hephaestus.
He saw an exquisite carriage with a house-elf standing beside it.
"Good evening, respected Professor Snape." Momo bowed respectfully, "I am Momo, waiting here on the orders of my master."
Snape's eyes swept over and asked, "Della... Didn't Flora come with you?"
"The master is at home, busy preparing some items suitable for the baby." Momo replied.
Snape nodded, waved his wand gently, gave the carriage a brief inspection, and then stepped into the carriage holding Hephesus.
The carriage was moving at a fairly fast speed, but the interior was unusually stable.
Hephis was half asleep, and suddenly he felt the urge to urinate.
He originally wanted to control himself, but found that he couldn't control it at all, and urine spurted out involuntarily.
Snape was tired of holding the baby just now, but he was worried about leaving him next to him.
So he put Hephes on his lap, and at this time he was secretly observing Hephes's little dick.
Unexpectedly, a fountain of water fell squarely on his face.
Snape was stunned by this sudden "attack", and Hephis opened his eyes at this time.
The two looked at each other, and Hephis saw that some of it flowed into Snape's...
His originally yellow and wrinkled little face instantly turned red, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Snape also realized the problem, fortunately the fountain had stopped at this time.
He calmed down immediately, pulled out his wand, and waved it lightly, casting a "cleanse" spell to remove the water stains on his face.
Then he waved again, and a "drying spell" made Hephes' swaddling clothes dry as before.
