A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

After Christmas, the days in Black’s old house are unavoidably boring.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny were doing homework on the dining table, and every half an hour, Kreacher would serve a pot of steaming tea.

"Thank you, I can't drink anymore." Ron blushed, and soon afterwards he bent down and ran upstairs to the toilet. Ginny looked disgusted.

She pretended to pick up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea delicately, handed it to her mouth, took a sip in a very feminine manner, and then gently placed the cup on the dining table. She looked up and found that Harry was frowning and thinking about himself. She immediately turned the pages of the book loudly and angrily.

Ron is back.

"Snape is still in the study." He said briefly.

Harry knew what he meant. Snape came over on the second day of Christmas. He appeared at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for three consecutive days at the node where the members of the Order were still busy. It looked a little strange.

"For the better, maybe he just coveted the Black family's book collection." Ron said.

"I saw him, last night." Ginny screamed, and Harry and Ron turned their heads immediately. "I wanted to go to the kitchen to find water, but I saw him sliding down the stairs like a ghost, there was no sound..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, which made them even more suspicious.

"Is he looking for something?"

"Maybe I want to crack the protection magic of the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Don't be silly, the Curse of Fidelity has been cast here, no one can force Dumbledore to tell the secret!"

"It's better to write to Hermione, she knows a lot of unpopular magic." Ginny suggested eagerly.

"good idea."

Over the next few days, Harry and Ron discussed what Snape planned to do while anxiously awaiting Hermione's reply. It took nearly a week for them to realize that Black’s old house was protected by layers of magic, and Hedwig couldn’t find it at all.

Harry took advantage of the lunch break and took a stroll and brought back Hedwig, who had been wandering around Grimmauld Place for several days. Hedwig pecked Harry's ears and fingers angrily. Harry kept apologizing, and when he had enough vent, he threw a swollen envelope on Harry's forehead.

Hermione’s letter is very long:

"My parents and I went to Switzerland. The environment here is very peaceful and there is no war atmosphere. I persuaded them to stay here for a year or a half, but they firmly disagreed and forced me to write a letter every week!

I taught them how to order "Daily Prophet" and "New Interpretation of Mowen". Although they can't understand the latter, they can find my name on it. They were also interested in "Singing and Singing". Fortunately, I was dissuaded in time. I don't want them to ask me in the letter what a fairy pie is.

For your question, I do know some methods, but I am not sure if it will work for Professor Snape. I recommend a method used by Muggles. This is the inspiration I got from a detective my dad was reading recently. The specific method is to put the hair in the gap between the book and if someone moves, the hair Will fall off... the other methods are attached to the end..."

"What do you think?" Putting down the letter, Harry asked Ron and Ginny.

"Use that Muggle method!" Ron and Ginny said in unison. Harry had no objection. Obviously, he also had no confidence in whether he could keep Snape from it.

In the evening two days before school started, Harry went upstairs and told Sirius to come down to eat. On the fifth floor stairs, Harry saw Sirius leaning on the door frame. He just wanted to say hello, only to find that Sirius was not facing him, but lazily playing with his wand and talking to someone in the room.

Harry moved a few steps closer, and his voice became clear.

Sirius's tone was very unfriendly, "Let's talk about it, how did you show up in my room?"

Who is he talking to? This question just came to Harry's mind, and he knew the answer in the next second. A slow voice said, "Naturally something is looking for you. Is it still lost?"

It's Snape!

Harry's breathing was rapid and his heart beat faster. He held his breath, Snape's recent whereabouts were too suspicious, he was eager to know why.

"Really," Sirius looked inside the room with slanted eyes, "I thought someone sneaked into my room, looking for something..."

"Looking for something?" said Snape's cold voice, with a strong contempt in his tone. Harry could almost imagine his thin lips pursed, like a vigorous snake, ready to spray venom. "Oh... you mean the bikini pictures on the wall?"

Sirius, who was questioning Master Snape, froze, and licked his lips. "What did you say?"

"I have to say, your taste is very unique, and you are very courageous." Snape said sarcastically, and Sirius flushed. "That's an old photo!" he growled in a low voice.

Harry didn't want to listen anymore. He backed away and left when Snape suddenly appeared at the door and knocked off Sirius who was in the way. He was surprised to see Harry crept back.

This moment was simply embarrassing.

A few seconds are as long as centuries. Harry was stunned, and Snape sneered at the corner of his mouth. "It looks like someone has discovered your little secret, Sirius. Will you recite the Forgetting Curse on him?" He strode away.

Harry slowly turned around and wanted to go downstairs. "Stop." Sirius said blankly. Harry said, "I heard nothing." Sirius could not help cursing in a low voice, no. Know who you are scolding, "Come with me."

Harry entered the house with great courage.

He hadn't come in formally before, at most knocked on the door to call Sirius to come out for dinner, and vaguely glanced at the carved bed and velvet curtains at the head of the bed. When Harry came in, he realized that the room was spacious and beautiful.

Sirius sat angrily on the bed and pointed to the wall behind Harry.

"See it for yourself."

Harry turned his head slowly, thinking he would see some weird pictures, he did. Harry first noticed the Gryffindor flags on both sides of the silver satin wall. They were like the tone of the entire photo wall, allowing one to tell which college the owner of the room came from at a glance.

Harry secretly applauded.

Then he had to notice a wall full of stickers and photos. Harry blinked, which was different from what he thought. There were a lot of Muggle motorcycle photos posted on it. Snape’s only “bikini photos” were A few, the girls' faded smiles were frozen on the yellowed photos-they were motionless, as if they were cut from Muggle movie posters.

This is what Sirius stuck to the wall when he was in school. Harry realized it. At the same time, he had to admit that Snape was right. Sirius was really courageous...

In addition to these, there are also many pictures of wizards on the wall. Harry was surprised and disturbed to discover that he finally knew where the set of photos Sirius had obtained from the Crevy brothers was hidden. Dozens of Harry Potter blinked at him in front of him.

Harry didn't know what kind of emotions were more in his heart, embarrassment or moving. His eyes were a bit sore. After a while, he found a few unusual photos:

One is a picture of four Hogwarts students standing together arm in arm. Harry stared at his father, Sirius, Lupin, and of course Peter Pettigrew in the photo. Each of them was happily looking at the camera. Smile

There is also a photo of Sirius with a young man on his shoulders. Harry knew that it was Regulus. They were not very old when they took the photo. Sirius hadn't left home yet;

The last photo-Harry's breathing is stagnant-a black-haired baby flying in and out on a small broomstick, giggling, and two legs belonging to an adult man chasing him behind~www.readwn. com~ That must be his father James Potter.

"Lily sent it to me. I found it when I cleaned up the house." Sirius said, pointing to the baby's picture. "It was hidden in my motorcycle repair manual. I almost lost it."

Harry was silent, not knowing what to say.

"I have a few more letters here, written by James and Lily..." Sirius said hesitantly, "I have been hesitant to give it to you."

"Of course!" Harry said immediately, looking at Sirius expectantly.

Sirius smiled.

"It may be different from what you think... At that time, most of the topics we talked about were war-related, except for your mother, Lily. She has always been passionate about life..." he muttered, then he paused for a while. , Got up from the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a wad of letters from it.

Harry stared greedily at the traces of faded ink, wondering how he hadn't thought of it before. But then it occurred to him that he never seemed to have the habit of keeping Ron and Hermione's letters... he decided to change it immediately, from now on.

"Is Jaime's invisibility cloak still in your hands?" Sirius asked suddenly.

"What? Oh, yeah, Principal Dumbledore gave it back to me in the first grade." Harry replied. He didn't know why Sirius asked this question. He focused all of his attention on those letters. On it. He saw a line of Juanxiu's handwriting, which may have been written by his mother.

He couldn't wait to come over, hoping to feel the body temperature of the writer.

Sirius stopped speaking, looking dispirited. He waved his hand, and Harry walked outside. He suddenly turned his head at the door, "Um... Sirius, I want to tell you that your taste is actually good." Before Sirius could answer, he quickly slipped away. .