Trouble with hp love at first sight

At the beginning of February, the weather gradually began to warm up, the first touch of blue broke through the ground, there was no more snow, and even the wind was mixed with warm and humid air.

This indicates that spring is approaching quietly. Although it has not really come yet, there are already some signs.

It is a good thing that the weather has improved. After the rainy day, the first ray of sunshine appeared outside the window, although the golden light could not enter the dark room.

Harry opened the window and took the Daily Prophet from the post office owl. He opened it and scanned it quickly. On the board, half of the politician's political achievements and his past resume are written. This is a highly experienced leader of the iron resistance blood faction. He is the former director of the Department of Foreign Affairs of the Ministry of Magic. He has just returned from the United States and is currently handing over his position. In the empty period, this happened.He himself has a high prestige in the Ministry of Magic, especially the International Exchange Department, and enjoys a reputation internationally.

His wife and youngest son, who was only 8 years old, were all killed. Only the eldest married daughter was still alive—because she married and went to the United States, and the Ministry of Magic was still contacting her to come back as soon as possible.

The notoriety of Voldemort and his Death Eaters will be spread internationally.

"Isn't anyone stopping these villains?" Harry frowned more and more, he grabbed the newspaper tightly, and only after hearing the rattle of the chair being pulled out, he closed the newspaper and turned to walk towards the dining table.

Snape glanced down at the newspaper, and of course he didn't miss the headline. He knew with just one glance that it was about the incident in Yorkshire, which he had heard about at a Death Eater meeting.

"These objections go away - you should get used to it."

"I'm not used to it!" retorted Harry, his voice growing irresistibly, looking at Snape.

"There are all kinds of tragedies happening every day, don't you think there's something wrong with that?" he questioned Snape again.

"Does this have anything to do with you? These people have suffered such results because of their words and deeds. People need to be responsible for what they say—and these are the prices they need to pay." Snape said coldly, He glanced at the newspaper and then at Harry, with a genuinely uncaring hard-hearted look.

It's no different from those Death Eaters.

Harry only felt pain, and he moved his lips, swallowing the words he wanted to persuade.

He knew how stubborn the bastard was, and there was nothing he could do to convince Snape - and he couldn't stop him from voluntarily plunging himself into the darkness, sinking deeper and deeper into the mire.

So he became more determined in his decision.

It's time to take this step.

They all sat down and ate their breakfasts in silence.

Stillness always hastened the passage of time, and Harry watched as Snape hurried into the fireplace at the summons.

"Stay here and don't wander around." Snape urged emphatically before leaving, "You also know that it's not peaceful recently, so just stay here obediently and don't touch things that don't belong to you-this costs you Can't afford it yet." He gave Harry a warning look with a deep look.

Given that Harry hadn't left this room except for necessary purchases in the past month, Snape was inexplicably relieved of Harry.

Even if they just had an argument.

"Are they calling you to join in the slaughter?" Harry grabbed Snape's hand, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Let go." Snape drew back his sleeve, but was held firmly again.

"Is that why you want to kill people?" Harry felt that the image of Snape in his heart began to crack again.

Severus was obviously a good guy, he had a kind nature rather than a real cold-blooded executioner - why would that be?

"What makes you think I haven't killed anyone?" Snape moved closer to Harry, breathing in Harry's face.

Even though it was so warm, Harry felt cold, and he shivered.

He let go and watched as Snape turned, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and disappeared into the fireplace.

He leaned against the wall, his head against the cold plaster.

His quiet leaning will cool down the burning mind a little.

Sure enough—he couldn't sit still.

Snape can't appear at the scene where the Death Eaters are killing others - he will be discovered by the Order of the Phoenix - then Voldemort will send someone to apply for a Hogwarts professor as an undercover agent in the future. The snottiger is gone.

No matter how evil the snotling says he is, at least he must have a clean background on Dumbledore's side.

Harry pursed his lips. He hurried up the stairs, returned to his small room, took out a pen and paper and began to write down the targets of the Death Eaters during this period. Such low-level Death Eaters have been summoned, and this must be a large-scale operation.

Let him think about it, in February 1980—could it be the massacre of the family of the deputy editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet?

Harry's eyes widened. He carefully looked at a series of lists of people who had been killed and the places where Muggles were attacked. He went down the stairs and picked up the Daily Prophet, flipping through the newspaper information on it.

The current deputy editor is Mr. Derek Palamela who was killed at the time.

"This is really terrible." Harry went up the stairs again, rushed into the bathroom, and began to change his appearance in front of the mirror. The scar on his forehead had already been covered by him, oh!He needs to get his eyes brown and retouched.

Maybe the Order of the Phoenix recognized him as Jaime - which would be nice too, so he could fish in troubled waters.

After tidying up quickly, Harry went to Snape's research room to search for potions. He took away the healing potion and the odor eliminator, and he also took a bottle of kitchen disinfectant—he remembered that this thing had encountered Fire is flammable.

I hope that after Snape finds out, he can deduct less from his living expenses. At worst, he will lie in bed for a few more days, as long as Snape comes back with him.

"You really don't want to mess with me," Harry muttered under his breath, and after checking again, he Apparated to the Severn Valley.

"The Daily Prophet has now been taken over by those who pollute the blood. They not only pollute the newspapers that spread information, but also openly rebel against the Duke of Darkness and publish unrealistic news in the newspapers! As the future masters of the magical world - we have a responsibility Help Your Excellency the Duke to help this group of delirious fellows re-understand what the world should look like." Rodolphus Lestrange was lecturing to the low-level Death Eaters below.

Beside him stood his wife, the notorious Bellatrix, a witch known for her brutality, smiling at her husband, while Fenrir the werewolf lived in the darkness, even when he was drowned. In the shadows, the thick bloody smell of werewolves in the air is also impossible to ignore. This is the high-level Death Eater who led them on this mission.

The Dark Lord must have attached great importance to this operation, so he appointed three of his loyal subordinates and dozens of Death Eaters to teach the deputy editor of the Daily Prophet a profound lesson.

Of course, it was inevitable that they were pursued by the Order of the Phoenix, who were fighting indomitably on the front line against the Dark Lord.