HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Chapter 36 Love from the Godfather

Lycoris played with the money Cedric Diggory paid until she had enough and put it in her bag.

She patted her pocket and gave her small coins or something, which always had the effect of making people feel happy.

Not even the draft could extinguish Licoris' love for money.

Having said that, she was afraid of the cold and still approached her crucible.

Nott said nothing about her behavior and just kept grinding the powder.

"It's really sad that someone has to stay in school because his family doesn't want him." Malfoy's words touched the hearts of a lot of people.

Licolis looked at Nott, and Nott looked at her, and the two looked at each other.

Licoris didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she didn't even know what to say.

I am staying in school, and no one in my family wants me.

Nott was also detained in school, and no one in his family wanted him.

Malfoy's attack was a one-thousand-loss attack on the enemy.

Hurt Gryffindor, hurt Slytherin.

With Crabgoyle's laughter ringing in their ears, the trio mocked the Potter family.

Potter didn't care at all who wanted to go back to Privet Drive, he just wanted to stay at Hogwarts.

Compared to the cold place, the humane Hogwarts was his home.

Malfoy's words didn't hurt Potter, staying in school was great.

Ron was with him, and his parents were going to see his brother.

After class, Licoris invited Nott, "Will you go to the theater, please?"

"What show?" Nott asked cooperatively.

"Daily repertoire, points deduction from Gryffindor." Licoris shrugged, "Are you interested?"

So Lycoris and Nott watched a scene in the corridor, which can be called a Gryffindor classic.

The words are irritating, strange and provocative.

Weasley almost got into a fight with Malfoy, but Professor Snape defused the crisis.

When the dean looked over, Notre pulled Licoris and hid in a blind corner.

"What's wrong?" Lycoris was puzzled as to why he looked so guilty.

"You don't avoid people when watching a show?" Nott thought she was very brave.

"Who can't walk in the corridor?" Licoris said confidently.

What he said made sense, and Nott couldn't refute it.

"Who do you think would win in a fight between Weasley and Malfoy?" Nott changed the subject.

"It depends on the situation," Lycoris thought for a while, "One-on-one under absolutely fair circumstances, I think it's Weasley."

Nott raised his eyebrows, "I thought you would have confidence in your boss?"

"Why is there this misunderstanding?" Licoris couldn't think of when she had given him this misunderstanding.

"Aren't you dragging me to the show to support Malfoy?"

Licoris felt that if a dialog box popped up above her head, it would definitely be a huge question mark.

"I support Malfoy?" How did he think of it? Outrageous.

"I haven't said why Weasley wins one-on-one. Also, what do you mean by absolute fairness?"

"Absolutely fair is that Weasley replaces the old wand in his hand that does not belong to him. Malfoy's alchemy tools are not allowed to be used." After the show, Lycoris planned to return to the club.

Nott knew that the direction she was going was to the club, so he went with her.

"That makes sense. It's absolutely fair. Why did Weasley win?" Nott asked.

"Don't underestimate anyone, Nott," Lycoris glanced at the boy, "The Weasley family is also a 28th pure-blood family.

“The fact that Ms. Molly Weasley’s ancestors are qualified to marry Arcturus Black’s daughter shows that the inheritance continues.

"Why do you think that what Malfoy knows, Weasley doesn't know?" Lycoris smiled, "How do we know some things? It's just a guess."

In fact, this was not the reason for Licoris' judgment.

Malfoy hates Potter the most, and Weasley belongs to the house of hate. Weasley, on the other hand, simply hated Malfoy.

Hatred values are different.

The starting points of the two people are almost the same.

The dueling club hadn't opened yet, and Malfoy hadn't been taught charms in private by his godfather.

Speaking of which, can I host a duel club?

Licoris suddenly thought that maybe she would also learn her godfather's private spell?

How does she know all this?

The past of a mixed-blood and pure-blood family was well known, and Nott was even more curious about her.

The two of them arrived at the Good Hungry Club, Licoris sat at the front desk, and Nott found a random room to study on his own.

The upcoming Christmas makes many children uneasy and there are far fewer people.

On her way back, Licoris saw decorations everywhere.

Christmas is coming soon, what gift is better to prepare?

I don’t have any money, which is too miserable.

"Boom boom boom——"

Licolis knocked on the godfather's door.

If you don’t have money for gifts, go to your godfather to make some potions.

Snape watched his goddaughter making the potion meticulously and thought of what the professor said.

Do children need pocket money?

I seem to have overlooked this.

Snape himself lived like an ascetic, feeling that he did not deserve to enjoy it. He didn't care about external things, but the constant suffering in his heart had occupied too much of his mind.

How could he possibly think of giving pocket money to raise a child?

Snape was asked by Dumbledore today how he spent Christmas and what gifts he had prepared for his goddaughter.

Dumbledore showed off, "I prepared the best Christmas gift for Harry. What did you prepare for the child?"

"What?" Snape didn't react for a moment.

"Your goddaughter, Lycoris." Dumbledore paused, "Don't you have nothing prepared? If you don't even prepare a Christmas gift, I dare say you won't remember to give it to you. Poor goddaughter’s pocket money.”

Even Harry Potter got pocket money from his stingy aunt and uncle. How could children not be given pocket money in the UK?

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing, Professor, you should think about the magic mirror." How could Snape say that he really didn't think of it, he just said that and left.

"I guess I have a lot of books to collect this Christmas. These children always let me read." Dumbledore complained, but he actually enjoyed the children's love.

After the recollection ended, Snape saw that she was done and called her over.

"Father." Lycoris stood obediently in front of Snape.

Looking at the small handful of gold coins in front of her, Licoris was at a loss.

"Your pocket money." Snape said awkwardly.

Whose child’s pocket money is gold galleons? This is too wealthy.

"Mine?" Give them all to me? Licoris couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"Well, I didn't know before that I had to give the child pocket money, but I will make up for it in the future." Snape explained stiffly.

what is this?

It's not money, it's love from the Godfather.

There is a saying that where the money is, there is love.

It makes perfect sense.

Thousands of words are worse than one action.