miss foley of hp hogwarts

A suburb of Cokeworth.

The area is divided into small houses by criss-crossing mud paths.

Among them, No. 19 looks particularly deserted.

Unlike other yards that were dotted with shrubs, the entrance was completely empty except for some snow that had been swept into the corners.

This is much better than in previous years, causing a few neighbors to express surprise and surprise——

"The Snape family is different this year!"

Although the courtyard was deserted, fortunately the house was clean and tidy, and the fireplace kept the house warm.

Ace sat next to Mrs. Snape, watching her knitting a sweater, and the two chatted casually.

Today is Christmas Eve.

"Professor Raz - our alchemy class at that time was also taught by Professor Raz. I didn't expect that he would still be at Hogwarts after so many years." Erin knitted a sweater slowly in her hands while talking to Ace. chat.

It took a long time for her to respond to Ace, and the sweater in her hand was always being taken apart and knitted, knitted and taken apart again.

There were some scattered wool lying next to Ace, and she was straightening them into a ball. "Professor Raz is very strict, but you can always gain a lot from listening to his lectures."

Thinking of something, Ace raised his eyes and looked at the skinny woman, "I saw your trophy in the trophy room, Aunt Irene."

Ace still remembered that there was a newspaper reporting on that competition next to the trophy. In the photo, Erin Prince was only a teenager, about the same age as Ace is now.

She was not pretty, her face was pale and thin, and her lips had no color. She looked exactly like her in this photo when Snape first entered school.

Even though she won the game, she didn't smile. She just stared at the camera for a few seconds, allowing reporters to take a picture of her face.

"Trophy? Ah -" Irene was stunned for a while, and then her memory was pulled back to her student days by these words, and she remembered the few highlight moments of her own.

"That's the Gobstone Competition trophy from that year."

Ace did not disturb Erin, who was lost in memories, and the wood in the fireplace burned cracklingly.

After a while, she murmured to herself: "It's a pity, it's just a little game that no one cares about."

"Is Severus doing well at Hogwarts?" Erin changed the subject and laughed at herself after asking, "I'm such an incompetent mother."

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-" Ace was about to answer when there was a knock on the door.

She smiled at Erin, "Severus must be back. I'll open the door."

Severus had gone out early in the morning to buy things for Christmas. Calculating the time, it was time to come back from the city. With this in mind, Ace opened the door.

But she quickly returned to the house, holding a thinly rolled piece of parchment.

Ace sat back on the chair, and Erin fell into a trance again, staring blankly at the beating fire.

She glanced at Erin and found that she had no reaction, so she opened the paper in her hand.

Ace's expression became solemn, a little bored, and she sighed quietly.

Throwing the paper into the flames of the fireplace, the rising flames startled Irene, who was immersed in her own thoughts.

She seemed much better than when Ace arrived a few days ago, perhaps because there were more people at home and she no longer sat in one place motionless for most of the day.

"Sif is back?" She looked at Ace and asked.

Ace put away the emotion on his face, smiled and shook his head, "Not yet, he's just a messenger."

Irene nodded and found that the sweater in her hand had several rows knitted wrong, so she slowly started to unravel it. She obviously didn't care about the letter at all.

Snape returned soon.

He took a ride in the car of Orville's father, Mr. Brown.

Ace and Eileen sat in the room and watched through the window as Snape said goodbye to Mr. Brown with a smile.

"Sif has really changed a lot." Irene put the wooden stick on her lap and straightened it out, with an expression on her face that was both gratifying and bitter.

She was relieved that Snape had changed, that he had grown into a better person than she thought, and bitter because Snape had to go through these difficult processes of change.

Neither she nor Tobias were good parents, and if it weren't for them, Snape wouldn't have had to go through such a painful childhood.

The two years after Snape was born were probably the two years when he was relatively happy.

At that time, little Snape was very cute. At first glance, he looked like a little boy who was loved by his parents. But later...

"He has always been a very good person." Ace pursed his lips and said with a smile.

Her words interrupted Mrs. Snape's recollection.

In Ace's eyes, Snape may be a little dull, and his personality is not as dazzling as the sun like Lupine, James and other boys, but he has always been a trustworthy partner and a solid support.

It is also the night that belongs only to her.

Snape opened the door and saw two ladies sitting around the fireplace. The warm orange color was printed on their bodies. It was a scene that he had never dared to dream of before.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously, like a glimmer of light that suddenly appeared in the mist in the distant mountains and parted the clouds, dispelling the long-term indifference on his face.

Ace squinted his eyes and smiled, looking at Snape, his red lips curled into a happy arc.

The three of them sat around the small coffee table in front of the fireplace and spent this Christmas Eve simply and sumptuously.

After Erin fell asleep, Snape and Ace went out.

"Ha--" The hot air condensed into a piece of white mist and rose into the air.

The two of them wore Hufflepuff's scarf together, hugging each other closely, and walked slowly in the narrow alley.

Several boys passed by the two of them laughing and noisily, and couldn't help but look back at Ace.

Of course Snape knew this group of people, and they were also present when he first met Ace.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they were his childhood nightmare, but now, they are just strangers whose names he knows.

Snape didn't want to take revenge on them. Maybe he had this idea at the beginning and wanted to torture these idiots.

But every time like this, he would think of Ace and Lily.

Bullying a few Muggles who have no power to fight back will only show your own incompetence. Only the weak will bully the weak wantonly.

Snape disdained this, and he didn't want to become even more despicable and make himself look down upon.

Ace also remembered those boys.

In fact, having been cared for by her parents, she had never seen a more dilapidated place than Spider End Alley.

She had never seen a little boy who looked more miserable than Snape, so she remembered the day they first met particularly vividly.

Although after leaving that day, I regretted telling Muggles that I was a wizard.

But they were just a few ignorant children, and they should just think that she and Snape had read the same storybook.

Ace put his hand into Snape's pocket, held his cold hand, and smiled brightly when he looked over.

Snape lowered his head and pressed his lips gently to hers, and a snowflake melted between them.

The past is all in the past, only the present is warm.