Harry did not take out much of his things.
Naturally, he packed up quickly. The pile of gifts was also thrown into the box by Snape with a shrinking spell. Then, Snape threw the box and the person into the fireplace. He did not even have time to say goodbye to the elders.
The location of the fall was Snape's home in Spidertail Alley, not the cellar of the Hogwarts.
Harry patted the cigarette ash off his body and got up from the ground. He realized that he had not seen him for a semester.
Snape's home was even more... Oh,
It was neat...
"Professor?" Harry looked up in confusion.
He did not know why Snape did not send him back to the Hogwarts.
Snape expressionlessly signaled Harry to wash his dirty face and hands first. Then, he stood by the table to check his schedule. When Harry came out, Snape had already brought out several baskets of potion materials that were waiting to be processed.
He immediately shrunk his neck and did not dare to come out for a moment.
However, Snape had already heard the child's intake of breath.
Without turning his head, he said, "Come and cut these bitter bark." He had received the order a week ago.
In the end, he was summoned to Godric Valley by Dumbledore's letter.
Fortunately, there were still a few days left.
With his high efficiency, he could still complete it. In addition, there was free labor by his side.
Yes,
The potion master was very confident. Besides, it was safer to keep this restless kid under his nose than to leave him in the Hogwarts where there were not many professors watching, right? Snape felt that his reason for keeping Potter was quite good.
Seeing Snape set up the crucible without a moment's pause, he was about to start working.
Harry sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and sat obediently across the workbench. He picked up a silver knife and cut the bark. The bitter bark was just as its name said.
It tasted bitter.
Of course, Harry would not lick it.
However, when the bark was cut open, this thing would easily spill out a stinky juice, dyeing the child's white and clean hands brown.
The two worked silently from noon to evening. Harry dealt with a basket of bitter bark, two bottles of frog eyes, and three foreign hairless beasts. Snape stopped, and Harry stopped as well. He raised his hand and looked at it. It didn't look like a hand anymore.
At this time, a bottle of light green magic potion was handed to Harry. Raising his head, Snape only said indifferently, "Wash your hands."
Harry took the potion and walked into the bathroom. After wetting his hands, he poured the potion on his hands and used it as a hand sanitizer. It didn't take long for him to wash his hands clean of the various juices, but it emitted a faint medicinal smell. The child froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Snape always had the same smell on his hands.
Walking out of the bathroom, Harry noticed that Snape had already changed into Muggle clothes and seemed to be planning to go out.
"Professor, are you going to Big Caitou?" After thinking for a moment, Harry knew that Snape's cupboard was probably empty again. He was probably raising mushrooms.
Snape didn't comment, only curling his lips mockingly, "Or … Mr. Savior has mastered the high-level magic of drawing cakes to satisfy hunger?"
This was a definite answer. Harry didn't care what Snape said literally, but he had a more pleasant plan. Walking up to Snape's leg, the boy tugged at the Potions Professor's coat, "Professor, why don't we just go out and eat? It's still Christmas today! "
Yes, Christmas wasn't over yet. Pulling open the curtains, in addition to the white snow outside, there were all kinds of hanging lights. Even in Spidertail Alley, people still had to celebrate Christmas.
Snape snorted twice, but didn't show any intention of objecting. Thus, Harry narrowed his green eyes and excitedly opened the door, "Professor, let's go eat KFC! There must be a Christmas gift package today. "
Before he could jump out of the door, there was a big bump on his head. Harry covered the bump with tears in his eyes and looked up at Snape, only to see that the man's temple was bleeding. Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Behave yourself, if you still want to go out during this holiday."
The result of being well-behaved was that there was no KFC or McDonald's, but they could sit in a steak house and enjoy piano music with candles lit. Harry flipped through the menu while peeking at Snape opposite him. The old bat changed into another set of clothes before he left the house. The expensive suit made Snape, who did not like to talk to people, look even more arrogant. The problem was that the doorman and staff of this high-end steakhouse liked this. When they welcomed Snape in, they almost bowed 30 degrees until they saw themselves following behind Snape. Their expressions only changed when they saw themselves following behind Snape.
Harry raised the menu and looked at himself through the glass window next to him — messy hair, bloated cotton-padded jacket (there was still bitter bark juice on the chest!) Inside, there was Mrs. Weisles's lovely sweater. Touching his chest, Harry felt that he didn't look so bad! At least he was warm.
There were many men dressed like Snape in this restaurant. Most of them had a female companion in an off-the-shoulder dress or a backless dress. Harry felt cold for them.
The waitress who came to take their order stood at the table for a long time, hesitating for a while. She didn't know how to address the two guests and how to recommend the package to them. Today's hot item must be the couple package, but she might have to call the police before recommending it to them. As for the parent-child package … the waitress glanced at Harry and felt that he was not Snape's biological son.
Fortunately, Harry helped her out, "Miss, please order a family package for us."
The waitress froze for a moment, then looked at Snape, "Sir, the family package is provided by us for a family of three …" But Harry and Harry were sitting at a table for two.
Snape didn't speak. He only glanced at Harry and let him solve it himself.
Harry looked at the menu again and said with certainty, "Just the family package. Only the family package will give a Garfield doll! "
The waitress was speechless. She could only continue to look at Snape for help. However, Snape only focused on glancing at Harry, "Potter?"
How could Harry be afraid? He had been through hundreds of battles, "KFC gives a gift for every package!" So he had already proposed to go to KFC.
Snape ignored the child's accusatory gaze and said to the waitress, "Two filet mignon, medium well, thank you."
The waitress quickly wrote it down and left, leaving Harry to continue looking at Snape with accusatory eyes. Snape glared back, and Harry shrank back a little. However, he began to look out the window faintly and said, "Dudley has already collected a set of Garfield dolls …"
Snape was stunned. Of course, he knew who Dudley was. Lily's sister's child was twice the size of Harry's. He could imagine what kind of life Harry had in the Durys' house.
However, he still didn't intend to compromise with Harry so easily. He only glanced at the waitress quietly when she delivered the food, and then stuffed a bill under the plate. The waitress, who had seen the world, immediately understood. After a while, she came over with a small gift box. She smiled sweetly at Harry and said, "Sir, our Christmas gift preparation is quite sufficient. Every customer who comes in will receive a Garfield doll!"
Harry was pleasantly surprised and put his knife and fork aside. He first opened the small gift box and took out a sleeping Garfield doll. He immediately played with it for a while before putting it down under Snape's stare and continued to eat. However, he still touched it from time to time to take a look.
In fact, the doll was quite crudely made. The entire fat cat's fur seemed to be standing up, and it didn't look like it was sleeping at all. Moreover, as long as one looked at it, one could see its ears, tail … all kinds of rough details. In any case, Snape didn't understand where Harry's joy came from. He coldly looked at the child's smiling face. Through the child, he saw another face that was in high spirits. The owner of that face was smiling so happily when he stole the Golden Snitch, and he was also smiling happily when he married Lily.
However, as long as Harry got such a small toy, he would smile happily. Snape didn't understand what kind of f * cking genetic mutation this was. He just wanted to wipe the silly smile off the child's face and tell him that he wasn't a f * cking savior at all. Lily died for him, and his godfather went missing. Not many people cared about him, and he was an idiot who didn't understand what war was. He had to bear the title of a savior for the rest of his life!
Snape roared in his inner theater. Harry, who was sitting opposite him, didn't know what was going on. He was just stunned for a moment. Then, he realized that the BGM in the shop had changed. It wasn't a Christmas carol that was being played at this time, but a soothing and melodious song. The sadness that reverberated in the piano music was like snowflakes rising and falling, and Harry was stunned.
Snape finally came back to his senses and noticed the change in the background music. He was a little absent-minded for a moment. "This is …"
“Merry
Christmas，Mr
Harry blurted out, and then looked at Snape with a smile. "The name of this song is' Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence '."
Snape didn't understand the meaning of Christmas greeting from it. He only felt that a large number of quiet snowflakes were falling and then covering the child's eyelashes.
Harry's cheerful expression had changed into a faint smile with nostalgia. He looked sideways at the stupid fat cat for a while, then stretched out his finger and pushed it down. Then, under Snape's thoughtful gaze, he raised his head and raised the juice to Snape with a happy smile. "Merry Christmas, Professor Snape!"
Snape paused for a few seconds, then raised the glass, and withdrew his hand after a slight gesture. Harry, on the other hand, tried to drink it in one gulp, so choked that tears came out of his eyes. He leaned on the table and coughed for a while.
Obviously, Snape was the one who drank, but on the way back, Harry was drunk. The child laughed and sang for a while, then ran to the roadside and made a snowball. Then, he ran back and stuffed his cold hand into Snape's pocket and was kicked away. After a long time, he finally had enough and was scolded by Snape. Then, he obediently walked slowly beside Snape, but from time to time, he would smile at strangers and say, "Merry Christmas!"
No matter how the passers-by responded, Snape felt that the kid beside him was like a retard, and this retard was so sentimental. "Today is Christmas … I actually had a Christmas without 'Notting Hill' or 'Love Actually'!"
Snape hid his face in the shadow of his hat and said coldly, "Maybe next year you can continue to have a brainless Christmas."
This sentence was not funny at all, but it made the child burst into a burst of sincere laughter. Then, he happily jumped forward and turned to Snape with a smile. "Professor, look, the stars!"
Snape raised his head instinctively, and saw that there were indeed not many stars twinkling in the faraway sky. In fact, if they looked carefully, they would be able to discover even more.
Harry came over and held Snape's hand, then looked up with him and said with a smile, "Professor, those people we lost, they will all become stars and be with us, right?"
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