[HP] look at you

This year's Christmas, Olivia and Snape spent in this apartment in the Muggle world.

The modest flat seemed more festive than the splendor of Orpington and Prince.

The Christmas tree, lantern ribbons, holly mistletoe garlands, and various flower ornaments in the house were carefully arranged by the two of them together.They also re-selected the curtains, tablecloths, carpets and sofa cushions, and used red, green and gold to make the room warm and lively.

Such a Gryffindor-style color scheme, Snape didn't find it annoying.

Sure enough, there are no bad colors, only bad people.

The decor is solved, now comes the food problem.

Olivia said that she was powerless in this regard, and Snape consciously took on the heavy responsibility, ready to try the development of new skills.

The two bought several cookbooks and learned from each other.

"Spread the cooked herb butter evenly around the chicken body, sprinkle with an appropriate amount of salt and black pepper..." Snape, who wanted to make a roast turkey, a must-have Christmas dish, muttered, and then frowned in confusion, "Appropriate amount how many?"

He had never seen that word on any potion formula.

"This should be decided based on your own experience and preferences."

Although Olivia doesn't know how to cook, she still has basic common sense. She pointed out: "Cooking can't be done in the same way as potions. After all, some people like to eat lightly, while others have a strong taste."

"Onions, celery, carrots are diced and cut into sections... what size are you cutting?"

"Should... the size of a fingernail?" Olivia estimated it based on the roast turkey she had eaten before.

Snape stared deeply at the ingredients, as if thinking about how to cut the knife.

From getting started to giving up, Olivia decided not to give up on this, "Let's invite two chefs to do it." If you have money, why embarrass yourself.

Snape was not someone who would compromise easily, since he decided to do something, he must get a satisfactory result.

"Go out, I'll study it myself."

"...Okay, then go for it."

Olivia, who was sent out of the kitchen, looked at Snape who rolled up his sleeves and was busy in the kitchen. She couldn't help being in a good mood, and rolled to the sofa to watch TV humming a little tune.

Facts have proved that people who have both ability and tenacity will succeed in all fields.

Snape tried three times, and the fourth time he succeeded in making a roast turkey that tasted and looked quite good.

"Cut all the ingredients into three parts, large, medium and small, and increase the dosage of seasonings in proportion from small to large. According to the taste of the three test products, you can calculate the most suitable taste." Snape's expression was in the Satisfaction after achieving achievements in a new field, "is no more difficult than improving a potion formula."

Potions also have to take into account the effects and side effects.

And he found that baking magic is very suitable for precise manipulation of magic power. After all, as long as the hand shakes slightly, the taste may be completely different.

Olivia was also very satisfied, "It's just as simple as you think."

What could be happier than having a boyfriend who doesn't hate cooking?That might mean she isn't in charge of doing the dishes yet.

Sigh again, magic is really easy to use.

But Olivia felt that the potion master's hands were overkill for cooking. She still ordered most of the Christmas Eve dinner from the restaurant, and only asked him to make a few snacks for fun.

Elton and Eileen also came to celebrate - with a portrait of Evangeline, of course.

She complained that the Muggle world couldn't walk through the frame at will, which made her behavior very restrained.

But Elton told Olivia that she was a duck to water in the newly opened department store, and the circulation information of the entire commercial street was in her hands.

If it wasn't for the portraits that restricted her, she would have wanted to go to the Magic Congress to fight.

Also living well in the department store is Erin.

Seeing her again, Olivia was surprised to find that she had changed a lot.

It's not a change in appearance, but a change in spirit from the inside out.

In the past, she always had sorrow lingering on her face, as if she had been persecuted by the whole world, and she was begging for everyone's sympathy and pity.But now, she no longer has that weakness and hesitation when she speaks and does things. She has her own ideas and opinions, and she will speak directly when she has something to say, instead of tactfully probing.

Olivia thought that it was impossible to stay at home. Only when a person has his own business can he gain self-confidence from social recognition.

Snape also looked at Irene, distracted several times.

After they left, Olivia and Snape stood in front of the window watching the snow and chatting, Snape suddenly said: "Today, I suddenly found that both me and my mother seem to have changed unconsciously. many."

"And all of this," he looked at Olivia, "after meeting you."

"I don't think you've changed." Olivia disagreed with him, "You've always been the same you, you just have a better choice."

She leaned into his arms with a gentle tone, "What can be changed is not the most important thing." What remains unshakable is precisely the essence of a person.

What she liked was his firm and sincere heart no matter what the situation was.

Snape understood what she meant and stroked the end of her hair gently.

His heart has been buried in the rotten and smelly mud, and no one cares.It was she who fished it up, wiped it carefully like a treasure, and kept it properly.

No matter how good something is, if no one affirms its value, then it has no meaning of existence.

She is the meaning of his existence.

After Christmas, the two returned to England to have a small gathering with Lily and Mary in the house where the four of them used to live.

After half a year's absence, the four people who have not lost contact are still as close as before, sharing with each other new things that happened around them, and spent two pleasant days.

Olivia naturally also visited Alphard who lived next door.

As soon as they met, she was shocked by his skinny appearance.It is no exaggeration to say that even if she does not have the ability to predict, she can clearly see the strong death on his face.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Alphard touched his pale and haggard face, still smiling gently and gracefully as before, "I feel a little scary when I look in the mirror myself." skeleton.

Olivia was panting after hearing him speak, and she didn't dare to let him stand any longer, so she quickly helped him in and sat down.

"Why... are you in such poor health?" She knew that he had always had some physical problems, but she didn't know that he had deteriorated so quickly in the past two years.

After all, their communication has been limited to card greetings at festivals.

"It's inevitable that the heart can't supply blood." Alphard seemed to have known that such a day would come, and his tone was understated. "Since I was born, the days have been counting down." He smiled again, "I can last So far, I’ve done my best.”

Under such circumstances, words of comfort were useless, and Olivia could only remain silent.

Talking too much in one breath, Alphard calmed down after resting, and then said: "I just didn't expect to see you again, but it will save me a regret—although I have always wondered why you would be willing to share your surname. Blake's people deal."

Hearing this, Olivia paused, watching his eyes turn dark.

"After all, it was the Black family who participated in the killing of your parents." He seemed not paying attention, and continued to speak slowly.

Olivia moved her fingers lightly, "You know?"

She didn't think people far from the wizarding world would have anything to do with these things.

"I didn't leave the wizarding world until I graduated from Slytherin." By then he was too ill to use magic.His elder sister, Walgab, sympathized with him, but also bluntly said that his situation was "no different from a squib" and that it was "too shameful" to stay, so it was better to leave in the name of studying abroad.

Alphard sighed, rested for a while, took a sip of water, and continued: "That incident happened in the year I graduated, and Walgab and Olaine promoted it as a good thing at home. The first time I saw you, you said your surname was Orpington, and then the moment you learned that my surname was Blake, I understood, you know everything."

Olivia had no words.

She thought of that day again, those thugs with hoods whose faces could not be seen clearly, the man who smiled and said before leaving that he would bring his son a broomstick, the profile of his face was exposed from under the hood because he was too eager.

There are so many people in the wizarding world, who wouldn't recognize anyone?

Orion Black!

"I thought you would take revenge on us, my self-righteous stupid nephew, but you didn't." Alphard shook his head and sighed, "I'm really disappointed."

Olivia clenched her fingers tightly, then slowly stretched them out.

She was a little surprised, "Why do you hate Sirius so much?" He has been pampering Sirius with doting, making him more reckless.

The most terrifying thing in the world is malicious flattery from trusted relatives.

"Is this difficult to understand?" Alphard raised his eyebrows, as if wondering why she, who was so smart, could not understand, "He has everything I desire, but he spends it without cherishing it, like a rich man complaining about today in front of a poor ghost. Soup doesn’t go well with his aperitifs—should everyone tolerate his stupidity for his naiveté?”

Even with such vicious and harsh words, Alphard's tone was still gentle, maintaining the calm and dignified appearance of a noble gentleman.

But Olivia felt that he was a little pitiful.

Of course she doesn't sympathize with him, she just thinks that people who are going to extremes in pain may not have struggled for help, but no one can help him.

No one told him how to save himself.

Alphard looked at her, but was suddenly discouraged, and said in a dispirited way: "Don't look at me with such eyes, it makes me feel embarrassed to say anything."

Olivia asked very interestedly: "What else do you have to say?"

"Don't talk about it, it's boring." He originally wanted to provoke her, but found that her mentality was surprisingly good, so he didn't intend to play another clown.

If the audience doesn't cooperate, the awkward performance will be very boring.

"Tell me, I want to hear."

"I'm tired, so I won't send it off."

Seeing that Alphard really closed his eyes, Olivia got up helplessly and prepared to leave, but he spoke lightly.

"The idiot came to me before to complain, saying that his intentions were kicked to pieces. I couldn't help it, and told him that although he didn't care about the surname Black, as long as he bleeds Black's blood, he The one you like won't have the slightest chance of being with him."

... No wonder Lily said last time that he looked like he was devastated and close to autism.

It's also a bit miserable.

Olivia thought about it, and decided to complain, "Don't make him and I look like Romeo and Juliet in the wizarding world. Although that is also a reason, even if his surname is really not Black and White, I will won't like him."

At most, his attitude towards him will be a little softer.

"I know, you like that gloomy kid." Alphard said lazily, "He has a unique vision."

"It's not that I have a unique vision," Olivia smiled, "I'm lucky enough."

She saw a dusty glass bead, and when she picked it up and washed it, she found it was a sparkling diamond.

How lucky she was not to miss him.

"..." Alphard looked at her speechlessly, "I'm about to die, and I'm not interested in listening to your romantic love stories. Hurry up and leave, after I die, you don't have to lay flowers for me at my grave."

He has decayed, so he doesn't want to see any bright colors anymore.

Olivia stood up again, "You're dead, and you don't care what other people do. Just lie down. Goodbye."

After going out, she stood in the yard, looked at the broken branches all over the ground that would be crushed by the snow, and waved her hand.

The withered branches and rotten leaves in the snow regained their vitality, and straightened their bodies like slow motion in movies, shaking off the snowflakes covering their bodies, and slowly blooming gorgeous flowers.

The garden is full of colorful flowers, fluttering in the wind.

farewell.She murmured in her heart.

Alphard in the living room looked out the window and slowly closed his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Today's chapter is a finishing touch to the previous foreshadowing, and it also makes a comparison.

The Professor's Thoughts and Ollie's Thoughts

The Life of the Professor and the Life of Alphard

and why Ollie has been so hard on Sirius

This chapter is over, and the progress can be accelerated below

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Alphard is my extension of the original work. His name is the heart of a snake, and it also means loneliness. When I saw this name, I thought it must be a person with a story.

So there is such a setting.

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