A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Once... once those lunatics who had only a few days left knew about Lily's resurrection from the dead, they would definitely swarm in, and Snape had no ability to guard Lily at all.

what?

Edward's power?

Snape could no longer pay any price. Just resurrecting Lily was already weighing everything on him.

Snape held Lily until soft snoring came from his arms again. Then he carefully placed Lily's head on the bed and got up to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Last night, Lily had been worried about Harry's reaction after receiving the gift. She was worried that Harry would not be able to accept the fact that she was resurrected, worried that Harry would not be able to accept Snape, worried...

Once this gift is given, it means that they will begin to reveal to Harry bit by bit, otherwise there is no way to explain why Snape gave Harry such an expensive broom.

After having breakfast with Lily, Snape washed his slightly greasy hair - mainly because he stayed up late last night with Lily and his hair was a little greasy - and with Lily's help, he chose a dark green outfit robes, Snape set off to return to Hogwarts.

They were ready. Harry would definitely have many questions. Although there were still many things that he could not tell him, Snape had to make Harry understand one thing: they were not enemies and Harry could trust him.

Snape walked out of the flames and returned to the familiar office. Staring at the flames that turned bright red again, he sighed heavily.

"I believe everything will go as expected."

He straightened his robe, brushed off the white dust on his shoulders from walking through the fireplace, and walked out of the office quickly.

On this Christmas morning, the castle was terribly cold, but Snape did not feel lonely. He even liked the coldness at this time. At least it was better than facing little Harry for a while. He really had a headache as to what Harry would do. What kind of questions to ask.

Even though Snape is already one of the top potion masters in the wizarding world, this is the first time he has faced such a situation - becoming the stepfather of a child.

As a result, some children could see a figure pacing back and forth in the open space in front of the castle through the snow-covered windows. He seemed to have been walking for a while, and the snow on the ground was trampled by him.

Snape didn't want him to be seen like this by the students. He didn't want to lose his dignity, which would be detrimental to his teaching, but he couldn't control it now, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

And this scene happened to be seen by Edward - it was actually quite difficult not to see it. As long as you open the window, you can see the 'strange circle' in front of the castle, which is completely different from the snow that no one has stepped on around it.

"What is he doing?" Edward rolled his eyes in confusion, but didn't take it to heart. He was reading Hermione's letter to him. Hermione was very happy to tell about her life in San Francisco, which was better than her summer vacation. It's much more interesting sometimes.

Riddle gave Hermione a more interesting job: He asked Hermione to be responsible for writing magical stories about him, and it did not necessarily require that Voldemort must be a good guy or a villain.This job was interesting to Hermione, there was so much knowledge in her mind that she always wanted to express it all.

She wants to express her views and attitudes through fairy tales, so that more people can understand what the world should be like.

Edward rubbed his head with a headache. Could it be that Hermione was going to follow the same path as him?

It's acceptable for a famous writer to have an equally famous writer as his disciple, right?

However, Hermione seems destined to be unable to become the top person in the world of writers. After all, she can never surpass Edward.

During lunch, Snape was sitting on pins and needles while sitting at the guest table. This made Lupine, who was sitting at the other end, a little surprised, because he found that Harry secretly turned his head to look at Snape from time to time, and Snape was also looking at Snape intentionally or unintentionally. Glancing at Harry.

This wonderful feeling is like...

You have had a pet for several years, but in the blink of an eye it becomes entangled with the person you hate the most.

It's just so disgusting!

Lupine felt a little awkward, but when he thought about his experience in the Shrieking Shack, he was full of confidence. Little Harry would definitely be on their side, as long as they got the mouse as soon as possible...

That old, dying rat with one finger missing...

Damn Peter Pettigrew…

traitor……

Lupin's knife made a sharp and sharp sound on the dinner plate, which attracted the attention of many people in the auditorium. He apologized repeatedly with his characteristic smile.

Lupine left the Great Hall almost quickly. He planned to enter the Gryffindor common room to have a look. Today...Dumbledore left the castle, which was a perfect opportunity.

Snape had almost no appetite. When he was about to leave his seat, he glanced at Harry's place, which was now empty.

"Ha." Snape sneered. He thought too much. How could the stupid lion believe this cold and poisonous snake?

They would have thought that Snape had another conspiracy, just like he did back then.

"S...Professor Snape..."

As Snape was about to return up the marble stairs to his familiar, warm office, a timid voice stopped him.

He stopped and stared at the boy with the same eye color as his mother.

"What's the matter, Potter?"

"Professor, I received a gift today...I want to know...if it is——"

Snape raised his hand and interrupted Harry, "You're not going to ask me here, are you?"

"No no."

Snape snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the bottom of the stairs.

The boy looked at his back blankly, and a cold voice came: "Follow me!"

"Yes, Professor."

The boy nodded and trotted after Snape.

A heavy wooden door with a snake pattern carving on the doorknob slammed shut, and they entered a warm room. Harry was no stranger to it. He spent many weekends here - making up for potions classes.

Harry looked at the man sitting behind the desk in front of him and said hesitantly: "Professor, that broomstick..."

"Did you forget something to tell me before we talked about this?" Snape raised his eyebrows and stared at Harry.

He watched the boy's face in front of him change from confused and incomprehensible to confused and at a loss, and he sighed inwardly.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." He didn't call him Potter this time, but called him by his first name, deliberately blurring Harry's last name.

At this time, Harry did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Oh - that's it - yes, I forgot - Merry Christmas, Professor." Harry suddenly realized and he said quickly.

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