The next morning.
Snape woke up early as per his usual routine. Of course, this had nothing to do with what happened on the broom last night. But he did not expect someone to wake up earlier than him.
Snape frowned when he saw Paddy Fenlin coming in with a rabbit in his arms.
When he saw Harry walking in behind Paddy with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but pull a long face.
Harry also saw Snape standing at the top of the stairs at once.
He was stunned for a moment.
He reached out to wipe the mud on his face. Paddy, who was walking in front of him, was also stunned for a moment, but then he happily greeted Snape, "Hey, good morning! Hey,
Professor Snape,
You're the Potions Professor,
Can you help us take a look at the injury of this little Bonnie? "
The man with brown curly hair, whose age could not be determined, made the request as if they were close friends. After Snape responded to the word "us" for a second, he also noticed that the white fur on the rabbit's hind leg was dyed red. He took it over and quickly checked it without a word.
"How is it?" Paddy asked.
Snape looked up at Paddy and found that the man was really worried, just like a child.
But the real child here sneaked into the kitchen.
There were potatoes, peas and other vegetables in the cupboard. Thanks to magic, they were quite fresh.
Harry rummaged through the cupboard and found a box of cod and beef.
A steady and affectionate voice appeared in his mind, "The people of Scotland, England, and Wales use good cod.
Wrap it in batter and fry it in oil until golden brown.
Serve it with fresh French fries … "He shuddered.
Harry put the cod back.
He picked up the sausages and bacon on the side.
As a teenager who had worked in many famous restaurants (in the community), although Harry had no prejudice against traditional Chinese food, he was still fed up with fried fish and egg batter.
After deftly frying the bacon and sausages, Harry did not fry the eggs immediately. Instead, he beat the eggs in a big bowl and steamed a few bowls of egg custard. At the same time, he washed and diced a potato and a carrot. Then, he fried a simple tri-colored dish with peas and served it on the table. Together with a side of toast, it was breakfast.
Snape had already used a Healing Charm on Paddy's rabbit. When Harry took off his apron, the Potions Professor was sitting on the sofa reading the morning paper. Paddy was sitting on the carpet feeding the rabbit cabbage leaves. He smiled and looked up when he smelled the food. "Smells good."
"I've steamed egg custard." Fearing that they would not be used to it, he added some sauce.
Snape was used to seeing Harry cook, so he did not feel guilty about using children. However, when he saw Paddy Fenlin, Trelawney and the other old men happily sitting at the table and enjoying Harry's breakfast, Snape felt a subtle … dissatisfaction?
Inmag rolled up his pajamas sleeves and complained, "I think there were crows calling last night. I didn't have a good dream."
Nick Lemay comforted him, "It's okay. I hope you have a good dream."
Dumbledore, on the other hand, smiled mysteriously and looked at the door. "Ah, it seems that there are guests!"
Trelawney quickly counted the number of people present. When she saw that there was only one person, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Harry, who was sitting between Trelawney and Paddy, also saw the visitor. He quickly buried his face in the egg custard and pretended to eat. Paddy was so scared that he pulled his arm. "Harry! Harry! Don't eat an empty bowl! "
The old lady, who was thin but imposing, had already walked through the door. Dumbledore stood up and smiled at her. "Bashida."
Bashida did not return Dumbledore's friendly attitude. Instead, she asked in a hoarse and sharp voice, "Abusi, I hope you have a reasonable explanation for why your broom fell in my yard." As she spoke, she threw the broken broom in her left hand on the ground. Harry stole a glance and saw that the broom handle was engraved with a "D" pattern. He then glanced at Snape. The Potions Professor was expressionless and calm. Harry was impressed.
Even more admirable was Dumbledore. The greatest light Magus did not even think before clapping his hands. "As expected!" Just as Harry's heart stopped beating, Dumbledore continued, "The storage room has been a little damp these past few days. I saw that the weather was good last night, so I took the broom out to dry for a while. However, there was a strong wind last night. Not only did Inigo not sleep well, it also blew away two of my brooms. One fell in the yard, and the other … Erm, from the looks of it, it fell in your yard."
Dumbledore looked at Bashida sincerely, as if thanking an old lady for returning the broom to its rightful owner. "Thank you so much for returning it. You know, people of our age are always a little nostalgic."
A cold smile flashed across Bashida's wrinkled face. "You don't have to thank me. However, you should go back and check if your broom has become a spirit. After all, last night it —" She gestured with her chin. "— crushed one of my Wailing Fruits."
Dumbledore nodded sincerely. "Okay, okay."
Bashida waved his hand noncommittally, and then raised the things in his right hand — two black, baby-head-sized … Uhh, mines? Harry's face turned pale when he saw them. He could not help but ask, "How big of a grudge is this?"
Bashida seemed to have heard him muttering to himself. Her sharp gaze swept over Harry, and she said firmly, "This is a Christmas pudding for you."
Pudding? Harry rubbed his eyes under his glasses and stared at the two "mines" for a long time. Dumbledore had already taken the Christmas pudding with a smile. At this moment, Harry could also smell the rich sweet spices. He was sure that the pudding was food, but it looked a little shabby. Speaking of which, he had eaten this kind of Christmas pudding before, but it was always placed on a plate and decorated, unlike Bashida who directly brought it to the door.
Bashida sat down next to Trelawney, but she did not talk to her. She only nodded at Inmag, who was beginning to look confused again, and Nick Lemay, who was as calm as a mountain. Then, her eyes fell on Paddy Fenlin. "You're here too." Paddy was comforting the bunny in his arms. He looked up and smiled as a reply.
Harry ate the vegetables with a spoon. A real legend who had experienced history, and a writer of magic history. These two should get along well.
However, Snape was secretly shocked. He knew who Bashida Barchat was, and he also knew that she had lived in seclusion in Godric Valley for many years. She had a strange temperament, but she specially greeted Paddy Fenlin of unknown origin. The Potions Professor lowered her head slightly and glanced at Harry without batting an eyelid.
After breakfast, Bashida ignored Dumbledore's invitation to stay for Christmas. She just strode away with her head held high, leaving behind her Christmas pudding and a broken broom. No one talked about Bashida after breakfast. It was as if her arrival and departure were natural. Harry, who wanted to gossip, was a little disappointed and went upstairs. He still had some homework to do.
Almost as soon as he finished writing a line, someone knocked on the door. Harry got up and opened the door. To his surprise, it was Snape. "Professor?"
Snape glanced at Harry from head to toe, grabbed the edge of the door, and walked in. He then closed the door and began to take off Harry's shirt without saying a word. The boy did not even pretend to struggle. He cooperatively sat on the chair so that his whole back was exposed to Snape.
The boy had indeed taken better care of himself. At least, he was no longer as skinny as Snape remembered him to be. However, he was still thin, as thin as a girl. There were a few obvious red marks crisscrossing his narrow back, which were left when he fell into a tree last night. Snape poured the ointment he made last night into his palm and silently rubbed it on the boy's back. In the process, he found more scars on the boy's body. In addition to his back, there were also scars on the boy's shoulders and waist. They were scars that were left when the boy was young and could not be removed with the magic potion. Snape also had scars on his body.
The magic potion on his back was hot. Snape told him not to put on clothes for the time being, so Harry could only continue to lie on the chair with his upper body naked. The fact that Snape was standing behind him made him a little uncomfortable. He tried to find a topic to talk about. "Professor, did you apply the ointment yourself?" As soon as the words came out, Harry wanted to swallow his tongue. Merlin above, he did not want to take off Snape's clothes and apply the ointment on him! It was not that he did not want to … Err, in fact, they almost kissed last night, right? But, but …
Seeing the boy's back stiffen, Snape decided not to continue the conversation. Instead, he went straight to the point and asked, "Paddy Fenlin, who is he?"
Harry was stunned for a moment. He then pushed the chair around and looked at Snape. "Paddy?"
Snape impatiently threw a Silence Spell on the door. "In this house, there lives the greatest light wizard of this century, the master alchemist who has lived for centuries, the Dream Breaker who has been missing for nearly a hundred years, the direct descendant of the greatest prophet, and you, the savior who survived the Death Curse …"
"And the greatest potion master of this century!" Harry added, raising his hand at an inappropriate time.
Snape glared at the boy and motioned for him to put on his clothes. He then asked, "So, this Paddy Fenlin, who is he?"
Harry stuffed his head into the collar of his sweater and wondered if he should tell Snape about it. In the end, as Snape expected, there was nothing that he could not let the professor know.
"Beedu." Harry put on a thick coat. "Paddy is Beedu." Seeing Snape was stunned, he added, "The Beedu from 'The Tales of Beedu the Poet'."
Snape was not surprised by Beedu's identity as Harry had imagined. He soon frowned. "And Bashida Barsaud … What do they want to do together?"
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