[HP] Secret help

Hermione replied.However, Snape just randomly picked one out of them and put it in his pocket, leaving the others intact.

"I have another request that may be too much." Hermione said to Snape shyly, "Can you show me the letter Harry sent you?"

"Of course." Snape waved his wand, summoning all kinds of envelopes from the bedroom drawer, his eyes swept across the letters lined up according to the date, "there is nothing to say Human."

In fact, even if they put together all the letters Harry sent him over the years, they really didn't have much to talk about. In fact, there were only seven or eight of them.

The little witch lowered her head and carefully read the letters one by one. To Snape's surprise, Hermione didn't read the contents, but picked out most of the letters a little discouraged, and said to Snape: "This Some of the postcards were sent by Harry to our friends, and they all had the same pattern, and the greetings were quite similar, and he still had normal contacts with us at this time."

Then, she picked up the last two remaining copies. There was no letter in them, only a newspaper clipping.

"This is... a Muggle newspaper?" Hermione unfolded it somewhat unexpectedly, and on it was a lengthy report, condensed in type, only the size of a magazine, and it described a certain person in her field The dragon horn was dug out, and a photo that looks quite bluffing is attached.

"The date is still quite new... a month and a half ago?"

Snape took the newspaper from Hermione's hand to his eyes, browsed it briefly and recalled, "A package was sent along with this newspaper, if I'm not mistaken, it should be the one in this newspaper. Described as 'dragon horns'."

Snape curled his lips and continued: "The kid also attached a note on it, which said 'I guess it will be more useful in your hands'."

Hermione's eyes lit up, "Do you still keep that note?"

"Feel sorry."

I don't know if it was Hermione's illusion, but he always felt that Snape was gritting his teeth when he said this word.

"Given that Potter's credit card is very - special, I threw it away after reading that note." Snape took a look at Hermione and added, "Trust me, it's not what you want." Kind of special."

Hermione compromised, "Well, since you said so, we can only take a look at the last one."

Both of them focused their eyes on the last light blue thin letter. Hermione opened it and took out the letter paper almost reverently, "This is the last letter Harry sent."

She read the letter quickly, then read it again, and had to convince herself that this was indeed, as Snape said, an ordinary letter, even shorter than the previous ones.

The clues were interrupted at this point, as if the brave man who had reached the end of the race finally fell to the ground, unable to move forward. Hermione held the letter, and with the other hand, she raked the broken hair from her forehead to the back of her head agitatedly.

"Damn." She finally couldn't help cursing in a low voice, and took a sip of the cold milk.

"Calm down, Granger." The letter paper fell lightly on the table, Snape picked him up, and tried the Exploring Charm several times along with the previous letter, and the result was obvious, there was no trace of magic on the letter paper.

The wizard's methods are useless for these letters.

"Maybe we can change our thinking, professor, and track down where these letters were sent?" Hermione asked.

Snape shook his head slightly, "Even if we can get his mailing address, this month is enough for Potter to ride a broom around the equator three times."

His gaze returned to the letter, and after looking at it for a full ten seconds, he suddenly opened all the letters and rearranged them in a row on the table.

Hermione asked in surprise, "Professor, did you find anything?"

"It's very strange, very strange." Snape picked out the last letter and pointed to the palm-sized letter paper, "Why did Potter cut the paper into a square? And the others, whether it's postcards or letter paper, are all It's a rectangle."

"Perhaps there is not enough paper?"

Snape shook his head, and showed Hermione one side of the letter. It was frizzy, with small ragged edges. "He tore it off on purpose, and there is a diagonal crease in the middle."

Hermione gradually became agitated, "Yes, yes, he did it on purpose, why?"

"Not only that." Snape said softly, "His handwriting on this letter is also unusually neat, it can even be said that I have taught him potions for so many years, and I have never seen Mr. Potter write such neat words. "

Snape once thought that even attaching a quill to a chicken's head to make it write would be better than Potter's glyphs.

Something abnormal must have a deep meaning, at least now it seems to be a... exciting breakthrough.

The two put the letter on the brown table, eager to read it word by word. Hermione frowned and thought, "It's really strange, why some words have inexplicable pauses."

She pointed to a "yesterday" and looked at Snape, "Why does this 'yesterday' have a dot of ink behind the s? Could it be that he originally wanted to write yes? But judging from the sentence, it makes no sense to write yes .”

Snape picked up the letter again and put it almost under his nose. The letter was only seven or eight lines long, and Snape read it almost instantly.

"Not just one place." Snape put it down, finally admitting he was a little uneasy. "There are at least twenty unusual pauses in the whole letter, not only pauses at the end of sentences that seem to be thinking about the content, but even some in the middle of words. Although some pauses are short and inconspicuous, Potter wrote it. It stopped for at least half a second to a second."

"If our Mr. Potter hadn't suddenly forgotten the spelling of these words." Snape guessed, "then there is a great possibility that he is copying."

Hermione also frowned and thought, "Why copy it? There is no need to make another draft for such a simple letter from home..."

"Did Harry stain the last letter? Or something." Hermione pushed back her hair irritably, pinching the bridge of her nose and rubbing it.

Snape shot her a look. "I'm sure you've come to a conclusion, haven't you, Granger?"

"The biggest possibility is that he was coerced by someone to copy this letter. Even if it wasn't coercion, he still wanted to convey some message through this letter—information that he didn't want others to know."

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The room was extremely quiet, except for the sound of the charcoal being burned by the embers of the fireplace when it was burning to the end, just like the whining of a kettle after it was boiled.

"I'll add some firewood." Snape stood up. "Perhaps you need another cup of hot milk?"

Hermione looked up from a table of letters: "No, thank you Professor, but I think I should go, Ron is still waiting for me outside."

Snape curled his lips: "Weasley."

He could even imagine how the little red-haired idiot outside the door was horrified and refused to visit with her when he found out that all the portkeys he and Hermione had tried led to the home of the most hated professor in their school days. ——After so many years, there is still no progress.

Hermione took out the shrunken parchment and quill from her pocket, "Maybe I can make a copy of these letters? Of course, it would be even better if you let me take the original."

Snape lifted his lips: "I'm glad you've had the foresight."

The automatic writing quill flew on the blank parchment that Hermione brought. Hermione put her coat back on, turned the lambskin boots back, and cleaned up the small glass beads scattered on the table. The quill Also transcribed a few text messages.

"It's time for me to leave, Professor." Hermione stood up and wrapped herself in a thick red and gold scarf.

Snape sent her to the door, the cold air in the alley swarmed in, there was snow all over the ground outside, a person wearing an old-fashioned woolen hat and an old overcoat was standing on the side of the road not far away, he heard Ring raised his head, shrunk his neck when he saw Snape, and nodded to him with feigned ease.

Snape was unmoved, and Hermione beside him ran towards Ron like a quail just leaving the nest. They walked out of the street side by side in the heavy snow, and their voices faintly passed into Snape's ears: "You Why have you been here for so long, I almost thought that Snape scolded you so much that you couldn't leave the house!"

"Ronald, I've said it many times..."

Snape stood by the door for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his shoulders were covered with a thin layer of snow particles, and the backs of Hermione and Ron also disappeared behind the vast snow, almost invisible.

Snape closed the door and went inside, put the two glasses in the sink, and threw himself into a mess of thoughts.

There was something Potter wanted to tell himself, Snape always felt this way, he hoped it was true rather than self-deception, after all, the last letter was sent to him, not the kid's best friend , not his little ex-girlfriend, not his most respected elder——

Snape found a map of England, and marked Harry's sending places in chronological order. There were no rules. If you insist, those places may be deserted or even wizarding, but they are not far from his residence. Heinously, he didn't even leave the country.

Immediately afterwards, Snape began to study the envelope style, paper quality, and font, and finally determined that, just as Hermione had come to the conclusion before, except for the last two letters, which seemed a bit special, the others were indeed ordinary.

Snape leaned on the back of the sofa, rubbed his aching forehead, the fire in the fireplace