He took out the medicine box from the cabinet and applied a thick layer of ointment to the back of his hands.
Harry only felt a burning and cold pain in his wounds.
He grimaced in pain. Lupin came up to the boy and rubbed against him.
Harry thought that he could adapt to muggle life very well.
But he soon found out.
After getting used to Snape's bitter but effective potions,
The moment of waiting for the wounds to slowly heal was very unbearable. What was even more troublesome was that it was very inconvenient to cook with the ointment on his hands, and if he ordered takeout, he didn't remember the restaurant number.
Just as he was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard Snape say, "Potter.
Take out the noodles. "
"Noodles... Eh?" Harry poked his head out to take a look. In the living room outside, Snape had already set up an alcohol lamp on the dining table.
The beakers and measuring tubes were lined up in a row. It looked like he was still in the posture of a Potions Professor.
But... Harry thought as he dug out the spaghetti and other ingredients that he had just bought yesterday. Perhaps a Potions Professor and a Chemistry Teacher were indeed the same job?
With Snape as the chef,
Harry only needed to pass things to him and give him random ideas. Snape was so angry that he scowled.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Potter! Take your claws away! "Didn't you see that the ointment was almost rubbing into the beaker?
Harry retracted his hand and turned around to get the biscuits for Lupin to grind his teeth.
In the end, the two people and the wolf successfully ate a meal of noodles in the middle of the afternoon.
There was also a pot of beef stew. The taste was not bad, but the beef cubes in the beef stew were all square.
This made Harry suspect that Snape cooked according to the process of making potions. After the meal,
There was no clean up.
There were no house elves. Harry could only pile up a pile of cutlery and experimental equipment in the kitchen. He would come back to wash his wounds in the evening when they were better. But in the time between dinner and now, he could clean up the house.
Life without magic was more inconvenient than Harry had imagined. Ever since he entered the Hogwarts, he had not been a house-elf for two or three years. Even if he was a house-elf, he still had all kinds of household magic that he could use. But now, Harry could only run up and down with a broom and a mop. Soon, he was out of breath.
Lupin whimpered behind Harry, not understanding why Harry was in such a hurry to clean up.
"Remus..." Harry sat on the stairs and rubbed the dog's head with a smile. "It's not convenient for the professor to go upstairs. I have to tidy up the room downstairs."
Snape's injuries were more serious than what Harry had told the students. He was afraid that he would not be able to get out of the wheelchair in the short term. But without a levitation spell, Harry did not have the ability to carry him to the bedroom on the second floor. So, Snape slept in the guest bedroom on the first floor last night. The so-called guest bedroom was probably used as a utility room. Not only was it full of big and small boxes, but the only bed was pushed to the corner to collect dust. Harry wanted to clean the bedroom so that Snape could sleep more comfortably.
Lupin watched the boy walk down the stairs with a pile of quilts that was almost as tall as him. He only felt that he could not keep his "nephew" anymore.
While Harry was busy with these things, Snape was in the study — thank God, the study was on the first floor — flipping through Muggle books. Although Snape was also from the Muggle world, he was not very close to the Muggle world. Secondly, he did not have a Muggle education experience like Hermione or Harry. So, when he saw the periodic table of elements and various chemical reaction diagrams, the Potions Professor fell into deep thought. While setting off a brainstorm, he was also looking for the connection between the potion experiments he was familiar with and these chemical experiments.
At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Harry gently knocked on the study door. "Professor?"
Snape already had several pages of notes in his hands. When he heard the noise, he only nodded. Harry had to poke his head in. "Professor, I've finished tidying up your bedroom. Do you want to take a look?"
Bedroom? Snape raised his head and realized what the child had been doing for half the afternoon. After seeing the boy's head full of sweat, the man had a strange feeling in his heart. He wanted to scold him for doing something unnecessary, but he also wanted to drag him over and spank him. Of course, he could not put either of these thoughts into action. In the end, he just nodded with a straight face and let Harry run over to push the wheelchair out of the room.
With the physique of a twelve-year-old, Harry could only mop the floor, change the bed and curtains, and move the big and small boxes that were stuffed here to the real storage room. But this had already changed the guest room's appearance. At least in Snape's opinion, it was very similar to his bedroom in the basement. The silver-grey bed and curtains were also very much to his taste.
Harry was still nagging in his ear. "Professor, I've measured it. There's still room for another bookcase. When I call Ron over tomorrow, he can move the bookcase from upstairs down and put it here. Also, I just realized that the afternoon light here is very good. The window is facing the direction of the sunset, so I pushed this desk to the windowsill... "
Snape suddenly felt like laughing. "That's enough, Potter. You're the savior Potter, not the nanny Potter."
Harry paused for a moment, then murmured with hidden bitterness, "I'm now Yang Regretless Potter."
However, Yin Liting Snape did not understand. He only said indifferently, "Go take a shower."
"Okay! Ah, by the way, Professor, I just went out to buy Thai food. After I take a shower, I'll heat it up and we can eat! "
Due to Harry's request, the two men and one wolf sat in front of the coffee table and ate Thai food while watching TV. Snape did not agree with this eating habit, but the child was staring at the spaceship on the screen, which did not have very exquisite special effects. Snape could not help but stare for a while. Then, he felt that it was a little ridiculous. "Potter, I thought the muggles' technology had not reached this level? Or... "Was this a special case of this strange 'Otherworld'?
Harry was stunned for a moment. Then, he remembered that Snape's house in Spidertail Alley did not have a TV. And with the Potions Professor's lifestyle as an otaku, he probably did not explore the place like the twins and the other young people in Marvel Academy.
"Professor, this is... TV special effects..." Harry did not know much about this, so he could only give a rough explanation. "Just like this spaceship, maybe there was only a model during the filming, and then a little green light was added. As for the interior of the spaceship, it might be a set built with a few planks in the studio..."
Snape frowned slightly, but did not ask any more questions or nod. After the meal, he handed a note to Harry. "Potter, find some time to buy these books for me."
"Yes, Professor!" Harry took the note and read: "A Brief History of Chemistry", "Biochemistry", "The History of Chemistry"...
Looking up at Snape in the wheelchair, who was frowning and deep in thought, Harry selfishly added "A Brief History of Mankind", "A Hundred Thousand Whys", and "The History of World Cinema" to the list.
Professor, you can't be too partial. You still have to understand the muggles' lives more comprehensively!
The next day, Harry slapped himself in the face. In order to meet up with Ron and the others, Harry woke up early in the morning. After making breakfast, he pedaled his bicycle with a small backpack and went to school. As a result, he met Ron and Drac at the school gate. When he went over to take a look, the two seemed to be confronting each other.
“hey
buddy，what‘s
Up? "Harry imitated the tone of an ordinary American high school student and laughed.
As a result, two dignified faces turned together. After looking at Harry for a while, they slowly said, "Harry..."
"... Have you done your homework?"
Homework?
Harry's eyes instantly went blank. Many, many thoughts flashed through his mind. For example, how he defeated the Black Devil with a Disarm Spell, how he led the wizard warriors to rebuild their home, how he committed suicide and was reborn again and again, and how he was an Auror, the director of the Ministry of Magic, the current librarian of the Babel Library, and the legitimate savior... But all of this did not change the fact that no matter how great his achievements were, he still had to do his homework.
Ron and Drac pondered over Harry's expression for a while, sighed, and shook their heads together. Then, they walked into the school gate together. As they walked, they discussed, "Why don't we go find Granger? Granger should know how to do these muggles' homework... "
"Is there any homework that Hermione can't do? But if you ask me, we should go find Percy and ask him to exempt us from these homework... "
The believers of the savior... are really weak...
Harry carried his schoolbag and walked into the classroom of Grade 1 Class B. Ron and Drac were already crazily copying Hermione's homework. Even Neville couldn't squeeze in. After Harry found his seat according to the name tag pasted on the corner of the table, he poked Hermione in the front row and asked, "What homework do you have to hand in?"
Hermione didn't answer. Instead, she handed over a small notebook that she was familiar with. Flipping it open, Harry saw that the homework and deadlines for each class were clearly recorded. Based on this, Harry took out the homework from the pile of books. Looking at the time, there was still more than half an hour left.
There was no need to do more! He didn't have to do the thought questions in the textbook, nor did he have to do the reading and thinking for the literature class. Harry first took out two pieces of blank homework paper and wrote a small essay for the history class and a small essay for the language class. Fortunately, they were only in Grade 1, so the word count wasn't too high. As for the content... what a joke. After studying for so many years, Harry couldn't even do this kind of homework.
Hermione turned her head to look at Harry, who was wantonly writing, and was also surprised.
Twenty minutes later, Harry's pen stopped. He looked at the mathematics class. Hmm, Percy's class, I don't have to do it. Chemistry? The chemistry teacher was still resting at home! Then, only physics and nature were left.
Harry chewed on the tip of his pen for a long time. In the end, he couldn't help but look up and ask, "That... Min, what's this about gravity and acceleration?"
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