[HP] look at you

Snape felt that no one would feel comfortable arguing with Olivia.

Except when she herself wants to be sarcastic, she will speak sharply and make people lose face, she will not quarrel with anyone at all.

Either, divert attention by slapstick, or just smile and deal with it coldly, even if you explode in anger, she will act as if nothing happened, and then stick you back piece by piece.

Moreover, she can always make the person who provoked the quarrel feel guilty, wondering if she is making trouble unreasonably.No matter what the situation is or what the reason is, she herself is always calm. Without cooperation, the one-man show can't go on, and the quarrel can only be settled in the end.

The reason is that in her opinion, this kind of dispute is meaningless.Snape knew that she always liked valuable and interesting things, and arguing with angry people might be a waste of time in her opinion, or rather, meaningless and lazy.

From another perspective, this is also her extreme self-expression.This kind of self is not a dominance that asks others to obey her, nor is it an indifference to other people's ideas, but a more tolerant insistence.

——I understand your thoughts, but I won't change mine.

A quarrel always requires one party or both parties to compromise. She will not compromise herself, nor will she ask the other party to compromise, so she simply ends the quarrel.

Very annoying but helpless.

But he should be the only one who feels deeply about this situation.Snape thought, except for him who often jumped and was blocked back, probably everyone could only see her easy-going and non-competitive surface, but didn't know the stubbornness and toughness under her smile.

——Anyway, this attitude of "you can do whatever you like, I'm like this anyway" is still very annoying!

Snape was unhappily cutting the eggs on the plate, and the knife and fork made teeth-gritting sounds on the plate.

Olivia glanced at him with a smile, and gave him a piece of steak on her own plate: "Eat some meat, and quench the fire."

Snape ate the piece of meat expressionlessly: "When are we going back to England?"

Although she came here in the name of studying Indian wizards, Olivia did not hide her true intention of vacation and entertainment at all. Now that this kind of accident happened suddenly, the Magical Congress of the United States also noticed them. Too likely.

Olivia thought for a moment: "Let's go in these two days, just before Mary's birthday." Although I taught Jason how to fool the two of them in this matter, he was lying. Ability can't help but put a few question marks, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, it's better to leave quickly.

It's just depressing for a good vacation to end up like this.

Just as he was thinking, Jason came, sat down cheekily under the unwelcoming gazes of the two, took a donut and took a bite.

"Don't look like that, it took me a lot of effort to suppress the two of you, otherwise it would not be me but the Magic Council who are looking for you now." Jason took a sip of juice, "Trust me, you are absolutely I don’t want to deal with our president.”

Olivia said in her heart: I have dealt with the former X Minister of Magic at home for more than ten years, and I am still afraid of your president?

Snape frowned: "Swallow what's in your mouth before speaking."

"Poor British guy." Jason muttered, and then looked at Olivia with glowing eyes, "How on earth did you do it? I mean, the High Patronus, and the Stalker, clean up They, these are amazing, almost like superheroes, are you Wonder Woman?"

"I'm not the illegitimate daughter of Zeus." Olivia rolled her eyes, "You're a wizard, don't read such superhero comics."

"You obviously read it too, otherwise how would you know what I'm talking about?"

"I'm a child, are you?"

"...I've never seen a kid like you."

"There's nothing shameful in admitting to being less informed."

"Why do I feel like you are a different person? You were obviously a very cute girl before."

"That's against people."

Snape was impatient to listen to their nonsense, and looked at Jason with an unfriendly expression: "What's the matter with you?" He hurried away if there was nothing to do.

"Yes, yes." Jason was really afraid of these two brats, "The child you rescued is a bit troublesome." When he said that, he showed a toothache expression, as if thinking about why children are like this now Love to toss.

"He won't say where his home is, and he's not a student of Ifrmony - he's not yet old enough to go to school, and he doesn't have a wand registered, so we can't trace his identity. So far, no one has come Congress said there were children missing. The scavengers only caught him after they saw him use the levitating spell in Pennsylvania."

The little wizard's magic power is unstable, and sometimes he will use spells unconsciously. It just so happened that they discovered it.

"That kid was not easy. He almost ran away several times, and then they asked several people to watch him."

Olivia listened and nodded: "So? What's the use of telling me?"

Jason laughed dryly: "He said he only told you."

"I have to help you save people again, and I have to help you deal with the aftermath. Will the Magical Congress of America pay me?" Olivia sneered.

"Then he refuses to say, what can I do?"

"Throw him in the cold for ten days and half a month, and he will naturally cry and want to go home."

"..." Is this really something a 12-year-old girl can say?

Jason twitched the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't matter to me, but he hasn't come home. When Congress asks to find you, I can't stop it."

Still threatening people?

Olivia nodded and smiled: "Then I have to go to the airport before I can be found."

Jason almost knelt down for her.

Seeing Jason deflated, Snape actually felt a little better.

In the end, under Jason's soft and hard pleading, Olivia should have met the little boy who wiped her nose and tears.

As soon as they met, he threw himself into her arms.

Snape pulled him out by the neck.

He blinked at Snape for a while, made a face, turned his head and held Olivia's arm and did not let go.

Snape turned blue.

Olivia gave Snape a funny look: "What's the fuss with a kid younger than you?" Then she flicked the boy hanging on her body like a koala, "What's his name?"

He raised his head, his honey-colored skin looked like a mixed race, he seemed to be only six or seven years old, although his unopened face was still childish, it could already be seen that it was somewhat outstanding, the extremely deep double eyelids made his eyes look like Grapes are as big and bright.

"Tara," he said, with a strange accent.

"where is your house?"

He looked at her with shining eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, and did not answer.

Olivia couldn't help pinching his round face: "Why don't you say it?"

Tara glanced at Jason, and whispered into her ear, "Don't tell him."

Olivia also quietly asked: "Why?"

This kind of whispering atmosphere made Tara very happy, and she smiled brighter: "I don't want him to send me back."

Why is this guy hated everywhere.

"You come back with me," Tara said.

Olivia shook her head: "I have to go home. Either you choose to stay in Congress and spend time with them, or you just let them send you back." She has never been used to children's bad temper.

Tara pursed her lips aggrievedly, and then smiled slyly: "But, what you're looking for is at my house."

Olivia froze for a moment, what was she looking for?

"You—" She looked at him suspiciously.

Tara hugged her arm and said intimately: "My full name is Talaska, you should know it."

Talaska, of course Olivia knew, was the representative name of an Indian tribe.

"How did you know we were looking for Indian wizards?" Snape asked suspiciously on the plane to South Dakota.

Tara, who wanted to sit next to Olivia but was ruthlessly driven to the back, was unwilling to talk to him. She glanced at Olivia and said, "I already knew."

"Prophecy? Divination? Stargazing?" Olivia guessed.

"Ollie is really smart." Tara said flatteringly, with an unconcealable pride on her face: "Our family is born with the ability of prophecy and divination."

So his family is not in a hurry to come out to find him, is it?This is considered capable, willful?

Snape said nonchalantly: "Then you didn't predict that you would be tied into a twist?"

Tara said with a straight face: "Whether it's prophecy or divination, no one can see their own destiny."

"it's a pity."

"Ollie—" Tara said coquettishly.

Olivia turned a blind eye to their confrontation, and asked: "So the spell you were seen using was not unconscious, but cast autonomously? Are you really born with wandless magic?"

Hearing this question, Tara's eyes wandered for a while, looking a little unhappy.

"I can't." He said lowly, "I'm a mixed race, I don't have this talent."

Snape pursed his lower lip.

Olivia glanced at Snape: "Only pure-blooded Indian wizards?"

"Yes, but now there are not even Indians, let alone Indian wizards." Tara leaned back in the chair, shaking her legs, "So I can't let that Auror send me back, my family saw He couldn't help but beat him to death."

The massacre of Indians by Americans is more serious and cruel than the persecution of wizards by Muggles.Entire Indian groups were nearly extinct, with only a small minority struggling to survive.

Olivia was stunned for a moment: "American wizards are also involved?"

"American wizards are Americans, too," Tara said of course.

Just as the Scavengers were brainwashed by the idea of ​​hating wizards, so he had grown up listening to the blood and tears of his clan.He was still young and couldn't tell the specific reasons, but the concept had already been firmly established in his mind.

Olivia understood what he meant.This is an issue left over from history. Regardless of whether an individual participated in the aggression and massacre, the confrontation is aimed at the entire group.

Tara's home was in a backcountry in South Dakota, not even in the middle of the county, out on the wild plains.They got off the plane, rode in the car, and apparated until they got there.

"You are really powerful." Tara said enviously, "Even among the pure-blood wizards of our clan, there are not many who can use advanced magic without a staff."

The power of blood is always weakened by time, and even the great Salazar Slytherin has descendants of Squibs.

The reason why Voldemort wants to live forever is probably because he is full of fear of this invisible power.

A black-haired woman walked out of a bungalow next to the dense forest and the river, and Tara rushed over happily: "Mom!"

The woman slapped him ruthlessly on the head: "Go in, I'll deal with you later!"

Tara went in, covering her head with tears in her eyes.

"Hello." Turning her face away, she looked at Olivia and Snape kindly, "I am Tara's mother, you can call me Pocahontas, if you think it's awkward, you can call me Pocahontas. Thank you You helped Tara, he always relied on his own cleverness to be lawless, and this time he should learn his lesson."

Baojia has a pure Indian appearance, with long black hair and dark skin, slender eyebrows, plump lips, and is quite beautiful. It can be seen that Tara has mostly inherited her appearance.

Olivia also introduced herself and Snape, and followed her into the house.

The house is very lively, there are five children, big and small, and they are in a mess with Tara who just came home.With a swipe of Pocahontas, their voices disappeared from Olivia and Snape's ears, as if the TV had been muted.

"I'm sorry, it's such a trouble to have more children, even if you tell them to be quiet, they won't listen to you." She turned her head, and there was understanding in her eyes, "It can be seen that you are very interested in this little trick of mine. "

"Tara said you can predict, I don't think our reason for coming is a secret." Olivia said with a smile.

"Actually, I don't know very well. I'm not good at prophecy. Tara is a bit talented." Pocahontas led them to the innermost part of the house and knocked on a door hung with a painting. respond.

Snape moved his nose sensitively: "Something seems to be burnt."

Pocahontas raised his head exaggeratedly and sighed, and opened the door directly.

A rich and complex smell of herbs came out of the room, mixed with burnt smoke, which almost choked the eyes.

Olivia covered her nose, but Snape took a strong sniff, and hesitantly decided: "Elderberry?"

"Father! You fell asleep while cooking the medicine again!" Pocahontas casually extinguished the burnt cauldron, and vigorously pushed the skinny old man who was hanging on the chair.

The old man opened his eyes in a daze, and said something in Indian. Pocahontas helped him sit up: "Someone said elderberry. It's the two little guests you've been waiting for for a long time."

The old man tried his best to open his eyes wide and glanced at the door, and then - fell asleep again.

"Father!"

"I'm sorry, I'm getting old, and I'm a little bit less energetic." After tossing for a while, the old man finally became fully awake, and looked at them with a smile while wiping his face with a towel, "Although I already knew that there were two people from the other side of the ocean. The guest, but I didn't expect it to be a child like you two."

Olivia asked curiously: "How long ago did you know?"

He squinted his eyes and calculated for a while, looking a little confused: "Three months? Four months? I don't remember clearly."

Olivia and Snape glanced at each other. Four months ago, they had just learned about the history of magic in North America.

This old man is very powerful.

His eyes roved over Olivia's and Snape's faces, back and forth, as if they had writing written on their faces and he was struggling to read.

"It's rare, it's really rare." He murmured, and then changed to an Indian language, babbling, rather nagging.

Snape looked at Olivia, and Olivia remained calm.

"You don't look like you want to know what I'm talking about." The old man looked at Olivia.

Olivia smiled: "I think you are a great fortune-teller who can see the fate of others. In fact, I am very curious what you see in us, but Oedipus, Achilles With such a lesson learned from the past, I think people will be happier if they don’t know too much.”

"A pretty sensible girl." The old man couldn't hide his admiration, "Even hatred can't blind your eyes, so how could you be grabbed by your ankles by greed."

Olivia lowered her eyes.

Snape looked at her, and the old man suddenly turned to him: "You said the elderberry just now? Yes, it can be seen that you have an outstanding potion talent, but unfortunately your love for this talent is not enough. purely."

Snape froze.

"It's not unusual, not many people can have pure love." Olivia said lightly, "Even parents and children."

The old man narrowed his eyes narrowly: "Of course, of course. I don't mean anything in particular. You don't have to be so anxious to protect your friend."

Snape shot Olivia a quick glance, and Olivia smiled at him with a raised eyebrow.

He coughed lightly and asked, "What are you doing with the elderberry?"

The old man looked at his burnt cauldron regretfully: "Soul stabilizer, there is a child in our tribe who heard the song of the Wicked Bird, and his soul is a little unstable."

"Soul?" Olivia was a little shocked, "Is there any potion that can heal the soul?"

"Of course, since the soul can be hurt, it can also be healed. However, healing is much more difficult than destruction."

"Then! What if!" Olivia asked eagerly: "What if the soul is controlled? Is there any way to release the control?"

The old man stared at Olivia's face for a while, then smiled slightly: "Little girl, although you don't want to know, I still want to say that you can always bring good luck to those around you."

The author has something to say:

This is why the stupid author has worked so hard to talk about Indian wizards...It is also tiring to save the peacock!

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After watching the movie, the special effects are great, although the story is not enough, but I was only there to watch the special effects. When Lao Gai said to the hero, "I don't know why Dumbledore looks at you so differently", I really couldn't help but waver Smile, hey, the officials don't feed dog food like this.

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Speaking of which, I clicked on an HP article two days ago, and was surprised to find that the heroine is also called Olivia. After looking at it again, the post was published earlier than me... um... oh... I thought this name was different enough It's over.

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Having said that, in my article, the heroine is so aggressive, and the professor with such a strong aura is turned into a little daughter-in-law by me.

But I originally wrote this article because I was tired of chasing after the professor. The heroine who has been watching the heroine obeying the professor couldn’t help but want the professor to have a taste of chasing the goddess. Well, it won’t make it so easy for you chased.