pure blood loyalist

Its black paint was battered and scratched.The silver doorknob had twisted into a serpentine shape.There is neither a keyhole nor a letterbox on the gate.Lupine took out his wand and knocked once on the door.There was a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like a metal chain.The door creaked open.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the home where I lived for more than ten years in my previous life.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, and Ron's mother, Mrs Weasley, appeared from behind a door at the far end of the hall.She hurried to Harry with a welcome look on her face, "Oh, Harry, it's so nice to meet you!" she whispered and gave Harry a rib-stripping hug before grabbing him Checking his arm critically, "You are much healthier than last time! It's unbelievable! Dumbledore's decision is right!"

Harry followed Mrs. Weasley on tiptoe through a pair of long, moth-infested curtains, around a huge umbrella stand that looked like a few giant legs, up the dark stairs, passed A row of miniature head-like objects pasted on the wall for decoration.

"You're much better than Ron was here the first time, Harry, your room is on the right, and Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you." Then she hurried downstairs again.

Harry walked through the dark landing and turned the doorknob. The doorknob was also shaped like the head of a serpent. He knew what was going to happen next, but at this moment, his grip on the handle stopped. For a moment, he seemed to feel that when he opened the door, what he would see was the platinum blonde hair.

Hermione rushed up and gave Harry a hug, almost knocking him to the ground. Harry was a little excited to see Hermione and Ron again, after all, they both died because of him.But he struggled a bit how to communicate with them, they couldn't support him and Draco after going through so much in the previous life, but they also accepted it.He trusted his two friends, but wondered what to do.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ron asked uncertainly, he was ready to explain everything, even ready to accept Harry's rage, about why he didn't send him a letter, why they Here, where is this, what is going on here, but Harry's calmness made him unable to open his mouth unexpectedly.

"Do you think I look bad?" Harry smiled and sat down on the blanket.

The surprise of the reunion made Ron ignore the huge change in Harry's appearance, and now he was more than surprised when he looked at it again, "You - you look very different."

"After all, I'm trapped in the Dursley family and I can't do anything else, can I?" Some mocking tone pulled back Ron's guilt.

Hermione was a little nervous on the side, "Dumbledore made us swear we can't say anything, oh, there are many things we are very eager to tell you, we have only seen him twice since we came here, and he has not Too much time, he just made us swear not to tell you any important information when writing the letter, he said that the owl might be intercepted. Harry, we are really sorry!"

Afterwards, Hermione spoke quickly about the Daily Prophet, the Order of the Phoenix, and various things, as if she thought that the faster she spoke, the less angry Harry would be, but Harry, who had always been calm, made her even more frightened , A sense of uneasiness that seems to erupt at any moment follows everywhere.

"You don't have to control your anger like that, Harry, let them all explode," said happily Fred, who had suddenly appeared in the room.

"That's right, Harry," George who appeared at the same time said happily to him

"Hello guys, unfortunately I'm not very strong and angry, I just feel tired after receiving so much information after a long flight."

Fred shrugged, "Well, I thought you'd be interested to know what their meeting was talking about"

"Be careful, you guys," said Ron, staring at Windy Ears, "if Mummy sees them again—"

"Oh boy, who are we?" George smiled, putting an arm on Ron's shoulder.

"The risk is worth it, they're holding a major meeting, want to try an upgraded version?" Fred put a shoulder on Harry

The door was opened again, and a man with long bright red hair appeared, "Oh, hello, Harry!" It was Ron's sister Ginny who spoke, her face brightened, and she turned to Fred and George, She went on: "Can't hear you here - go with your ears, Mum cast a silencing spell on the kitchen door and left."

Fred let out a deep sigh. "Ashamed. I really want to know what old Snape is up to?"

"Snape?" Harry said quickly, "Is he here too?" His mind was spinning rapidly, the professor he respected the most in his previous life, yes.More than Dumbledore's respect.He must not let him die again, not only him, but also the godfather.He has to talk to him.

"Yes," said George, oblivious to Harry's musings, carefully approaching the door and sitting on one of the beds.Fred and Ginny followed him.

"He's filing a report. It's top secret."

"That shit," Fred said lazily.

"He's on our side now," said Hermione reproachfully.

Ron scoffed at Hermione's argument. "Don't stop that guy from being a jerk. He looks at us the same way we look at him."

"Bill doesn't like him either," Ginny said, as if that would settle the dispute.

"But he is indeed on our side." Harry repeated Hermione's words, causing the entire Weasley family to be astonished.

"What's wrong with you! Harry!" Ron looked at Harry in disbelief.

Mrs Weasley's voice interrupted the conversation in the room, "The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs to dinner. Everyone wants to see you, Harry."

"Mrs. Weasley—" Harry hurried downstairs and asked, "Is Professor Snape still there?"

"Let's go, he never eats here."

"Harry!" Ron and Hermione's voices came from upstairs, still full of incredible doubts.

Harry rushed to the porch, saw Snape who was about to leave, held his breath the moment he saw him again, and hesitatingly called out the words,

"Professor Snape?" This man was still wearing a neat old-fashioned robe, buttoned meticulously, with greasy hair lining his tired gray face, this long meeting seemed to have exhausted his last vitality, his whole body Very gloomy.

"Potter?" Snape saw Harry a little flustered when he saw this image, and then he controlled his expression very well. What was even more surprising was that Harry came to him on his own initiative.

"Professor Snape, can we talk?"

"I don't have time to waste for you, Potter"

"It's about dr—Malfoy." Harry lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear.

"Talk to me about Malfoy? Is your brain blocked again? The Death Eater problem has nothing to do with you." He turned to leave

"Wait! Professor." Harry showed an urgent look, and then blurted out, "It's about your godson."

Snape's pupils shrank instantly, "What do you know? Potter" he walked towards Harry with a sense of oppression, "Follow me", the two came to an empty room, Snape put up all kinds of defenses After tapping the spell, say, "10 minutes, explain everything."

"Professor, it was a dream. I had a dream - Voldemort wanted Draco Malfoy to bring something to Hogwarts."

"anything else?"

"No, Professor."

"How do you know he's my godson?" Snape asked angrily, "From your stupid dream, Potter!"

"That's not the point, Professor. The point is that I believe in you." Harry's eyes were firm

"Ha - Harry Potter believed in a Death Eater." Snape's voice was deep and terrifying, "You shouldn't trust a Death Eater."

"Dumbledore trusts you, Professor." Harry answered so naturally that Snape couldn't refute.

"Now, answer me—how did you know that?"

"I know to tell you, not Dumbledore." Apart from the Malfoy family, only Dumbledore knew about it.

"Hmph - you shouldn't be dreaming about those things." Snape stared at Harry for a long time, then turned and left as if in compromise.

He knew he was looking for Dumbledore.

Heh - Severus' Legilimency is still so powerful, but unfortunately he is not that Potter anymore.

Harry walked out of the room after Snape left, and was greeted by a group of friends watching

"Harry?" Hermione called him cautiously.

"Dude! What the hell happened? You and Snape? What the hell is going on!" Ron looked broken

"During the summer vacation, there is something that everyone can't talk about, right?" Harry smiled, "Let's go eat, Mrs. Weasley is watching us."