Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 484 Snape's warning

Poison?

Harry noticed that when she heard these two words, Mrs. Weasley's eyes turned kind again.

Then she seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this idea.

"Arthur, write to Severus."

"Ask him if there are any good potions." Mrs. Weasley said after a moment of hesitation.

"They don't drink sea water."

"And there is fresh water on the island." Mr. Weasley shook his head.

"Why can't the magic that isolates the sea area temporarily allow some fish to enter."

"We just need to let Severus study the poison that can attach to the fish but will not kill them." Mrs. Weasley said immediately.

Harry just wanted to say good guy.

And now he noticed that Mrs. Weasley had changed the way she addressed Snape in advance.

She started to call him by his name directly.

It was his last name before.

"This - it's really possible!" Mr. Weasley disappeared in front of everyone in a hurry.

Only the creaking sound of people going upstairs not far away remained.

At night, in the garden of the Burrow.

Harry took out his wand and wove a hammock with weeds, hanging it between the tangled trees.

One spell after another drove away the annoying mosquitoes and the goblins that might suddenly appear.

Accompanied by the dark green pond under the night sky, Harry and Ginny sat on the hammock and reviewed this magical day. "Fortunately, Ron was busy writing letters to his new friend."

"What's her name? Wayne Campbell?" Ginny pulled her fiery red hair.

Harry nodded subconsciously.

His attention was focused on Ginny's angular jawline, which was exposed intentionally or unintentionally, and her youthful masseter muscles.

The cold white moonlight sprinkled on her white nose, which was dotted with freckles, making her look particularly beautiful.

"Harry!"

"Harry!" Harry didn't respond until Ginny pushed him.

"What?"

"I mean you said it very well." Harry responded quickly.

Then he hugged her.

It seemed that he wanted to use body language and lip contact to replace normal communication.

"What did I say just now?" Ginny gently pushed Harry away and pointed a finger at Harry's lips.

Harry pretended to bite, but Ginny dodged flexibly.

Let out a silver bell-like laugh.

Harry realized that if he didn't answer the question well today, then Ginny would be equivalent to Ron in front of him.

Only simple physical contact and verbal communication.

"Are you saying that Mrs. Weasley's idea is outrageous?"

Ginny shook her head when she heard it, "Ron must be very angry when he heard it. This is his idea."

Harry understood that this was a euphemism for saying that he was wrong, so Harry had to frown and asked again, "Are you saying that Ron and I are too reckless? We shouldn't use the abilities given by the mirror world?"

"I believe you on this point." Ginny still shook her head.

"Are you angry? Because of my behavior towards that half-blood veela?"

"I knew I shouldn't tell the truth."

"Ron is sometimes right." Harry saw Ginny was silent for a long time after hearing what he said. He waved his fist in annoyance.

"That's a veela. Even if it's a half-blood, your behavior is inevitable." Ginny made a face.

She didn't think it was a big deal.

In France, there are many single witches.

And they can't get married because of the veela.

If it weren't for the old-fashioned bloodline concept of pure-blood wizards, the number of single witches would probably be even higher.

But this is also the main reason why there are too many half-blood wizards (referring to wizards and Muggles) in France.

Most of these half-blood wizards have wizards on their mothers' side.

This is why Grindelwald encountered the greatest resistance in France.

So much so that he burned Paris.

Because most of the wizards here have Muggle relatives.

Harry naturally couldn't hear these inner thoughts of Ginny.

He just thought Ginny was really angry.

She was speaking in a sarcastic way.

"Ginny, when I first saw you, my heart turned into a Quaffle. I, a poor chaser, need a lifetime to find it."

"You are the phoenix that sings loudly in my heart, the second heartbeat on my forehead, and the courage that burns when facing difficulties."

So he spoke a lot of love words.

Seeing that Ginny still didn't respond, he had to take out his trump card: "If you were Voldemort, I would also like to kiss your invisible lips and caress your wax-like face. Then I would willingly accept your fleeting green light of love!"

Haha!

Ginny laughed out loud.

"If you don't laugh after listening to the poem I wrote for you, I will forgive you." Ginny suppressed her coldness and pretended to be serious.

Harry nodded quickly.

"His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad, and he is as black and handsome as a blackboard. I hope he is mine. He is really handsome and a warrior who conquers the Dark Lord." Ginny closed her eyes and faced the other direction.

It seemed that she was afraid of not being able to hold back and laughed out loud.

"Very good poetry."

"But, Ginny, are my eyes really like pickled toads?" Harry was full of black lines.

Ginny didn't say anything, she looked terrified.

Harry pulled out his wand to block her behind him and turned his head quickly.

It's the vampire Snape!

A big black bat!

Harry, as if he had practiced thousands of times, created a whirlwind of magic power on the spot, skillfully taking Ginny to hide in the blind spot of the other party's sight, and then, "Powder body--"

"It's you, Professor Snape." Harry smiled embarrassedly and quickly put the wand back into his pocket.

Pulled Ginny out from behind his buttocks.

And straightened Ginny's hair that was blown into a mess by the wind.

Damn!

It must be the croaking of frogs in the pond that covered the crackling sound of Professor Snape's Apparition.

There is obviously a Floo Network!

Why use Apparition!

"Very nice poem!"

"Miss Weasley." Snape was expressionless, the muscles on his face twitched with difficulty, and then he uttered such a sentence.

"When did you show up." Harry swallowed his saliva.

"Potter, since Voldemort and the green light of love." Professor Snape said expressionlessly.

Harry tried to observe his words and expressions through his eyes.

But Professor Snape's dark pupils, like two train tunnels, drowned everything.

But it was not Harry, not Mr. Potter, but the elongated potter that Harry only heard in his first potions class. It can be seen that Professor Snape seemed angry.

"It's good now."

"Voldemort will soon be history."

"Mirror world, Pluto dragon are not things you should consider."

"Your life does not belong to you alone." Professor Snape forced these words out of his mouth.

He looked at Harry's black hair, then at Ginny's red hair, and the corners of his mouth twitched unsightly, then turned his head and walked towards the burrow with warm light.

But Harry felt that he walked into the bottomless darkness like his black wizard robe.