HP Winter Memories

From the poem Rumi: "Love is garden. If you can'tsmellthefragrance, don't come into the garden." This is the first time I received, the first time to read a book of poetry.Rumi, a Persian poet in the 13th century, "Love is a garden" I fell in love with this sentence immediately. He is like Dumbledore in the Muggle world. They are both spiritual mentors who spread love.

—— "My Journey and Memoirs"

Snape had a premonition on the way home, and he's usually a good one: Troll Potter didn't show up for him as promised, so something must be wrong with the guy, and he was really overestimating Perhaps he has forgotten the level of Auror's tracking technology, or he has forgotten Liesel's anti-tracking level. After all, the Dark Lord incident affected a wide range.

Sure enough, when he opened the door of his house, he keenly noticed the conspicuous tree sparrow bar drink in the living room, for two.Snape put down his coat on the sofa and lowered his head. The smell of alcohol in one of the drinks rushed into his nostrils instantly. Although the wine was very weak and it seemed to be mixed with a lot of lemon juice in an attempt to cover it up, none of these could be fooled by a potion. Master's nose.Without hesitation, he picked up the cup and poured the liquid into the sewer, then walked straight to the backyard.

"Oh, of course Harry's magical portrait is not the same as a photo. Neither Muggles nor wizards accepted photography at first, because it was rumored that the image on the photo sucked part of the soul of the photographer. But that's not the case at all. .” Liesel shook exaggeratedly, but did not stop his brush.

"And the portrait is actually storing a person's soul?" Harry was extremely surprised or frightened, so wouldn't it be the same as a Horcrux!

"Oops, don't move and sit still, keep looking to the left." Liesel instructed, she hadn't drawn a character for a long time (except for Snape, but that guy was impatient mainly because of shyness), and just now walked side by side with Harry When I was watching, I found that this guy's side face was quite attractive. "Of course it's not the soul, it's just the consciousness and way of thinking and some professional magic processing, just like you can draw out your memory before using the Pensieve. Are you staying in Hogwarts for nothing, my child? There are many portraits stored there. , especially many famous wizards."

"Oh, they only remember a small part of their life when they become portraits." Harry scratched the back of his head, turned his face back, and sat down obediently.

"Yeah, this means that not all wizards will have portraits." Liesel said softly, "Except for the patriarchs of noble families, traditional requirements, and those who have made certain special contributions and values, keep them The awareness is aimed at continuing the inheritance of knowledge or technology. What’s more, painters in this area can only be professional.”

Harry nodded, immediately thinking of the portrait of Dumbledore, the old wizard who said he couldn't give him directions because he was only the past and not the future.Then he continued to stare silently at a plant he had never seen before on the table not far away.Among the sword-like leaves stands a flower stem alone, on the stem hangs strings of flowers but all of them hang their heads down, it doesn't look like they are blooming but they are wilting. Compared with the gorgeous blooming flowers next to them, they are a little Can't see anything unique about it.But according to the "theorem" of the magic world, such unusual existences must have more "secrets" than ordinary existences, such as his current situation.

"Have you ever painted a portrait of a great or famous wizard, Liesel?" Harry asked.He remembered the mysterious portrait in the cathedral, the one marked as Sir Kane, the figure in his portrait could not move but was indeed magical, and Snape said he had appeared in his mansion after being rescued.

Liesel laughed cheerfully, "Oh, I haven't gotten that 'honor' further, like some kind of master title, this is not the kind of candy that is given out to everyone every year. And like the one called ' The youngest master' can only be met once in a hundred years, although we are lucky to meet one without waiting for a hundred years. Look, this is the so-called Talk of Thed Viland he will appear. (say Cao Cao Cao Cao arrives)"

Harry assured that he did not react consciously after hearing this, but was immediately surprised by the voice behind him and stood up reflexively, after all, the voice of Snape in Potions class would last forever can't forget. "First, sir."

"I'm really sorry to interrupt your pleasant chat. But I believe Miss Liesel should have something to say to me." Snape's cold voice did not mean sorry at all, he stood with his arms folded on the back porch , waiting for Harry's far-sighted 'farewell', but the reflex arcs of Harry or Gryffindors are usually half a beat behind.

"Septimus, my dear, you came back early today. Unexpectedly, I ran into Harry on the way back. You must remember him. What a lovely young man, he was very kind to be my friend." It's a profile model." Compared with Harry's trembling appearance, Liesel's expression was as gentle as ever, she put down her brush and gave Snape a natural and normal face-to-face greeting.

But Snape's expression didn't relax at all because of this, he glanced at Harry with the obvious intention of 'I'll settle the score with you later', and then stopped on Liesel, Harry with sharp eyes could see the entity of the eye knife, haha Leigh minimized his presence as much as possible, although it was completely useless.

"He's really kind." Stupid Gryffindor, Snape bit the words, but didn't give Harry a look. Harry really wanted to explain to him that he didn't want to, and he really wanted to say goodbye and don't bother Two people wait.Snape went on: "Then, I'm sure you've had a hard afternoon, and now that dusk has fallen we can't waste anyone's time. Then, let's talk about you."

Harry almost immediately wanted to follow Snape's words and leave immediately, wishing to become transparent when Snape came in, but he had no time to move, because he was petrified and shattered by Liesel's next words. Cracked.

"Yes, I didn't notice how time passed so quickly. You know drawing is time-consuming. And Harry has promised to stay for dinner. After all, let me thank him for his company this afternoon."

Liesel was unmoved, she looked back at Harry with soft but undeniable eyes.Harry was in a dilemma between Snape's cold eyes and Liesel's gentle eyes, he was uncomfortable with hot and cold, and then he said tremblingly after "analyzing" with his weak sense of color ability: "Well, I mean, if Mr. Objection."

It was true that Snape had no chance to speak.

"Great, I'll prepare it for us. It's definitely as delicious as the tree sparrow. You can chat with Septimus here first. How about another glass of lemonade, Harry?" Liesel blinked and hummed Song left briskly, of course she knew what Snape was going to say, the can of the drink she just drank was shining brightly on the sink table, who would want to listen to Snape's so-called theory on the relationship between alcohol and the heart, and she had indeed Dosage and tricks are controlled, so running is the best policy.

Now that Liesel had kept Harry Snape, there was no need to say anything. Slytherin still had to maintain this demeanor and etiquette. "Sit down." He waved to Harry, who was trying to curtail his existence.

Then Harry honestly began to 'confess'. In the afternoon, Liesel's breathing was not smooth and the effect of the potion by the river. He thought that the potion was provided by Snape, but he got a negative answer. Liesel herself said that she had a heart problem, but as far as Snape knew, there was no such serious condition and dependence on potions.The rest of Snape didn't explain further, but showed a highly serious and sensitive attitude towards the letter and name mentioned by Harry.

"You mean Star Goddess of Dusk (Vespel)? Is the signature Leon?" Snape's voice became tense, and he leaned forward, as if Harry would have to take the letter now if he was holding the letter in his hand. I snatched it away, maybe some accident would happen if there was a wand.

"Yes, the signature is um...it's Ace..." Harry recalled carefully but it seemed that he didn't have a clear memory at that time.Oh, it turned out to be the evening star, the guardian of the evening in Greek mythology, the god who brings peace and tranquility to the night. There is a poem that once wrote: "Oh, Vespel! You always bring good things to everyone." ( Oh, Hesperus! Thoubringest all good things)

"Elswell Lyon!" Snape narrowed his eyes and spat out the name dangerously, every word seemed to be crushed between his teeth.

"Yes, yes, this is it." Harry wanted to agree with high spirits, but immediately smelled the danger signal in the air, because the danger was too obvious, so he said in a 'low-key, restrained and heavy' way.

"I knew it, I knew it. That damned Frenchman! He's haunting! Let me see what tricks you're up to this time." Snape said low and fast, his pronunciation was more like a poisonous snake There was a hissing sound, and the fingertips tapped on the armrest of the wicker chair.He quickly screened the recent letters in his mind, and it turned out to be the airmail with the gallery logo on it. He thought it was a business letter from Liesel's art exhibition in France, and it seemed that he was careless. !

"Ahem. Sir, your latest magic power?" Harry pretended to cough lightly and interrupted Snape's materialized black thoughts. He was afraid of 'accidental injury'. He is really Mr. Snape's teammate now. 'Ah, he is innocent.

Snape put away the aura of being able to go to the battlefield in seconds when he pulled out his wand just now, and the cold 'death' arrogance slowly dissipated.He then nodded casually to Harry, which made Harry 'flattered' to express the usefulness of the information he provided today and his recognition of his current appropriate performance.Then he took out a shrunken black hardcover book from his pocket, motioning for Harry to put it away.

"This is Liesel's diary and some of my accounts, copied versions, of course some unnecessary content is omitted, at least to let you know the general situation here. I believe it can give you a detailed answer about her heart injury, our The change of magic power and the cause of all this. After you understand, I have more important things to ask you, of course, if you are willing." After finishing speaking, he did not look at Harry but turned his face away .

Following Snape's gaze, Harry also looked over, and Liesel was busy in the kitchen window facing the courtyard.Because it was already the setting sun, only her profile could be seen, her long hair was pinned behind her ears, and she was cooking carefully and carefully.The cauldron behind him had begun to rise with curly white steam, and Harry could imagine a hunger-inducing aroma.

He may not understand Snape's complex or never advanced only higher vision, but to him men sit in the backyard talking, waiting for the women in the kitchen to fill their stomachs. , and the bustling and chaotic atmosphere at the dining table, a scene that only existed in Mrs. Weasley's house before.But today, there is a completely different scene and atmosphere. He used to envy and look forward to the scene of eating at the Weasleys' house, but now he really realized that the noisy and chaotic scenes were excluded. The calm waiting is the most tender feeling.Can he assume that it would be the same if he was born in a normal family of three, or that he will be able to form such a moment of his own in the future, and now he can only envy Snape who has everything .Patting his pocket, he couldn't wait to learn their stories.

The author has something to say: oh, the next chapter can finally write the real story of this article~~ It can be regarded as the winter story to be written in the title~~ I finished this chapter at night, I don’t want to pass today, it’s still half a chapter content, hehehe.If there is a typo or something, please fix it.

I wish you all a happy National Day holiday!