Stepfather of HP

! "Go to the NND Ministry of Magic! Hold Harry in your arms, wrap it tightly in a cloak, and throw one after another at the poisonous insects as if they don't want money.

Harry still can't remember what happened that day, he only remembers being hugged into a warm embrace that exudes the fragrance of medicine, wrapped tightly from head to toe, only his stepfather said softly in his ears: "Shh, It's okay, let's go home."

Then he was taken away from that nightmarish place, and a few minutes later, "Boom!" Like thunder, he peeked out from under his stepfather's clothes and glanced back.

I saw that building was burning into the sky, and there was a skull mark floating in the sky...

In the files of the Metropolitan Police Department, the fire in the drug den was recorded as revenge between drug dealers. A total of [-] unclaimed bodies were lifted out of the fire that day.

In the records of the Ministry of Magic, this incident is marked as a murder of Muggles by the remnants of Death Eaters, because there is no evidence.

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Published on 2011-6-3004:11|Only look at the author

9. Daddy

Harry lay dizzy in the bathtub, being gently soaked in the hot water with the aroma of lavender, his pores opened wantonly, and every bone seemed to be crisped.

The hands with thin calluses caressed his scalp clumsily, held the shower to drench his hair little by little, the apple-flavored shampoo was kneaded little by little, and gradually turned into foam, "Mom... Harry murmured, the hand that was rubbing his hair paused, and then continued to gently rub it away.

"Is there any pain?"

"No." It was the stepfather, Harry regained consciousness, when did the stepfather come back?The memory in his mind recovered bit by bit. He remembered that he got into trouble in the study, threw the housekeeper and the tutor into the tree, and messed up the whole study. Later, he ran away and was captured by a group of scary people. , and then what?

The stepfather's hand made him forget to think. After washing off the foam on his head, the stepfather inspected his skin inch by inch, from the scalp to the seam of the feet. When inspecting the toes, he couldn't help but gently turn back. shrink.

"Shh, it's okay, it'll be fine soon."

"sorry."

"It's okay, you didn't cause trouble."

"Don't send me to boarding school, I'll be good!"

"No one can send you away, this is your home."

"Really?" Harry opened his emerald green eyes wide, and shook his stepfather's hand to reassure him.

"Really." He went in time, and Harry was unharmed except for a few scrapes. Snape finally heaved a sigh of relief, took the towel from the cabinet, and lifted Harry out of the bathtub. Come out and dry him bit by bit.

Harry looked at his stepfather secretly. In order to bathe him, his stepfather only wore black trousers and a white shirt, the sleeves were pulled up high, and the trousers were rolled up to the knees, revealing his thin feet and black leg hair. But what attracted him was the tattoo on his stepfather's left forearm. The tattoo was a bright red skull, and what should have been a tongue was a snake's head...

Spotting Harry's gaze, Snape quickly pulled back his sleeves, "Are you hungry?"

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to Snape's wrist.

"I did stupid things when I was young." Snape didn't want Harry to know too much about the Death Eaters just yet, and he would explain it to Harry later, but not now.

"Oh." Harry knew that his stepfather didn't want to talk about this matter now, he opened his arms towards his stepfather, Snape was stunned, squatted down and hugged Harry into his arms, the moment he hugged him, Harry's arms immediately wrapped around his neck, tight as if he was the only one in the world.

When Snape walked out of the bathroom with him in his arms, the house elves had already prepared dinner, including vegetable salad, mutton chops with meat, pea soup, and hard bread. Red wine was in Snape's place, and hot milk was in Harry's place. .

Harry looked up at his stepfather while he was eating his own dinner. The stepfather looked the same, still serious, still expressionless towards him, as if the person who bathed him and carried him into the dining room was someone else. .

"Don't look around, eat."

"Oh." After what happened at night, can he guess that his stepfather doesn't hate him?

"What kind of tutor do you want? You choose yourself this time." Snape finished eating what was on his plate, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and asked his stepson.

"..." Can I not choose?

"I don't have time to teach you personally, and I can't teach you the portraits at home. Hogwarts doesn't accept illiterate students."

"Hogwarts is mother's school, isn't it?"

"Yes, your mother and I...your biological father all graduated from that school."

"So is Sirius?"

"Yeah." Although Sirius didn't have much contact with Harry, Harry still likes him for his bohemian character.

"Do you have to have a tutor to go to Hogwarts?"

"Elementary school is fine too. Five years old should be the age to go to elementary school."

"Then I'll go to elementary school." No tutor is fine, Harry doesn't know what elementary school is, but it's better than a tutor.

Snape rubbed his forehead. Going to elementary school is too troublesome. There is no special elementary school in the wizarding world. Wizards are used to enlightening their children at home. Some half-blood and twin-blood wizards will send their children to Muggle elementary schools. He and Lily also planned to Send Harry to elementary school. After all, Muggle education is more systematic and scientific, and it has a greater advantage than wizard enlightenment education that depends on parents and tutors with uneven levels. However, Snape Manor is now closed, so let Harry go out. Going to school is a bit of an adventure.

In his previous life, it was really not easy for Dumbledore to hide the savior until he went to Hogwarts.

"Let me think about it, you play for 10 minutes after eating and then go to bed."

He really didn't know how to take care of such a small child. When he was at Hogwarts, the group of little trolls were already 11 years old. They knew how to take care of themselves. They only needed to finish teaching, correct homework, and go on a routine tour according to the duty schedule. It's all right, he didn't take Harry with him when he was younger, Lily and the housekeeper were in charge. Thinking of this, Snape hated to think about how to get revenge on that vicious woman.

After forgetting about the two women, Snape put them on the blacklist again. No decent family would hire them anymore. Even Anna's sister was fired by the Malfoy family. The factory theory was once again powerful. If it's not good, her sister is not good.

Anna's sister is actually a nice person, and she has a deep relationship with Draco. Because of this incident, Draco made a serious note of Harry in his little notebook, but Harry didn't know this at this time , I don't care if I know it, the so-called fateful enemies are really not ordinary fate.

After dealing with the two women, Snape flooed Dumbledore in his private study, and reluctantly pulled up Sirius, who jumped up and down and said that the godfather was responsible for Harry's education. The three of them After talking for a long time, it was finally settled.

Harry went to a Muggle primary school, not the public school previously scheduled, but a noble private primary school. The school offered Latin and etiquette courses. The principal was a Squib, a member of Dumbledore's trust list, Sirius Provide a family-inherited defense pendant to prevent sudden outbreaks of magic power. Snape sent a personal house elf to follow Harry on 7/24, and a door key, which can send Harry back to Snape Manor at any time. Harry goes to and from school every day by the fireplace in the secret room provided by the headmaster.

The three talked halfway, and the bell monitoring Harry's room rang without warning. Snape immediately disconnected and walked quickly to Harry's room.

Harry sat on the bed and cried loudly. He didn't remember what happened in the dream, he only remembered the horrible hands and the smell of blood.

"Shh...shh...it's okay..." Snape sat on the bed, hugged Harry into his arms, and comforted him softly. Harry held onto the hem of his clothes tightly and pulled himself into his embrace. Snape Pu hugged him tightly, comforting him non-stop.

Harry's crying gradually stopped, Snape patted his back lightly, whispering something like don't be afraid, "Daddy." Harry called softly, Snape patted his back She paused, and finally hugged him even harder.

Harry in the previous life was his responsibility and his debt, and he really couldn't be indifferent to Harry in this life. Snape hugged the little villain, knowing that he would never be able to keep up with Harry in this life. I'm equating it up.

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Published on 2011-6-3004:12|Only look at the author

10. Harry's first day at school

Navy blue suit, white shirt, black slender tie, and a retro round hat, Muggle student uniforms are really full of incomprehensible weird aesthetics, but this outfit is worn by Harry It's really surprisingly cute.

Snape squatted (the books he read about children's education have always advocated this, squatting at the same level as the child), and straightened his shirt collar for him, "No moving portraits are allowed, and no one else is allowed to Summoning Lingling (Harry's house-elf) without the need to speak of the wizarding world..."

"Hmm." Snape nodded violently every time he said something against Harry, oh my god, if Harry was so good in his previous life, Snape believed that he would definitely become a member of the Harry Potter fan club.

Realizing how weird his thinking was, Snape stood up and returned to seriousness, "You know if you don't behave well, I'll take you back to the manor and have ten governesses surround you, don't you?"

"Yes." Harry nodded again.

"Then Mr. Potter, take my hand and let's go to school." Snape held out his hand to Harry, and after Harry put his slender chubby hand into his broad palm, he quickly held it firmly, The reason, he told himself, was because when he was Harry's age, the thing he wanted more than anything was for his father to take him by the hand and take him to school.

"Sir..." Harry looked up at his stepfather, who was also dressed in Muggle clothes today, a well-tailored traditional British three-piece suit, his black hair was tied tightly with a purple ribbon, and his pocket watch was on a chain. The edge of his waistcoat gleamed with gold.

"Huh?" After that night, the two of them seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. Harry only called him Daddy when he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and was nervous and scared, and usually called him Mr.

"You'll pick me up from school, won't you?" It was the first time Harry had really left home, though it was only a fireplace away.

"Yes, until you're a man who can go to and from school by himself."

Harry stuck out his tongue, manly or something seemed important?

Steven Wood was born into a family of wizards. His parents screamed and admitted that their youngest son was a Squib on the day he failed to receive Hogwarts admission letter at the age of 11. Every family and friend who made gossip because little Steven didn't have the slightest wave of magic assured him that he was just stunted, and on Steven's 11th birthday, the owl that didn't come until midnight, the obvious fact knocked them all out .

Steven was sent to the Muggle world under the guardianship of a Squib relative, and the Woods have never looked at their beloved young son since that day.

"Thanks to Merlin, they sent me money at least every month. When I applied to Oxford University, they issued a deposit receipt with a string of zeros on the back to prove their ability to pay." Steven expressed sympathy to every friend who expressed sympathy for this. With such an explanation, Merlin knew how he survived.

Dumbledore was a friend of his grandfather and the person who helped him through the most difficult years. At the age of 11 when he was abandoned by his relatives because he did not receive the admission letter, he wrote a very impolite letter to Dumbledore, the headmaster at the time, accused Hogwarts of cruel behavior, and Dumbledore wrote back, expressing his apology for what happened to him.

"Dear Mr Wood

The Hogwarts admission process is completely implemented in accordance with the magic left by the four founders. Even as the headmaster, I cannot change it. I am deeply sorry for what happened to you, but I believe that there is nothing but magic in this world. There are other great works of wisdom worthy of our study, and I am willing to instruct you in a private capacity if you wish, and although my knowledge is limited, I will try to accommodate your needs.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

This letter has always been Steven Wood's most important treasure, and Dumbledore has been corresponding with him during his growing up, helping him through the most painful days, so Dumbledore said to let a friend's child enter When he enrolled in the school, he said yes without hesitation.

He has been thinking about what kind of person this Mr. Snape is. He doesn't have much contact with the wizarding world. When he asks about Snape, his few wizard friends and many Squib friends all have expressions on his face. Weird is tight-lipped, and the only people who will tell are that he's a horrible guy, but you see Dumbledore trusts him, vouches for him at the Ministry of Magic... and we can only believe he's a good guy.

When Snape walked into his office under the guidance of his assistant, he understood why his friends were so jealous of him. He was a tall man, about 1.9 meters tall?Steven visually inspected his appearance, and his thinness made him look taller, with pale skin, black hair and black eyes, and a big nose that is much higher than normal height, which is very eye-catching, but his body is eye-catching. What I will never forget is definitely not the big nose, but the lingering temperament all over his body. He is like a sword hidden deep in a dragon skin scabbard. the dangers in it.

"Hello, Mr. Snape." Steven Wood held out his hand.

"Hello, Principal Wood." Snape nodded slightly. For a principal, Steven Wood was surprisingly young. He looked to be only in his early 30s. The blue pupils in Sibian's eyes were full of curiosity. Snape quickly found the shadow of the Gryffindor Quidditch captain in his previous life. This person should be the captain's uncle or other relatives.

"And you are Mr. Harry Potter, aren't you?" Steven held out his hand to Harry, who was holding his stepfather's hand tightly, looking a little nervous.

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster." Harry glanced at his stepfather, remembering the Muggle etiquette he had learned temporarily, stretched out his hand to the headmaster, and shook it politely. After getting the approval in his stepfather's eyes, he knew that he had done a good job. correct.

"Then welcome to Sir William Primary School, but don't tell anyone that you haven't passed the exam, you will be crushed by jealousy, all your classmates have beaten at least ten competitors." Steven tried his best to appear Just kidding, in fact, if you want to get into Sir William Primary School, you need to defeat far more than ten competitors. The established school has been established for a hundred years, and it is not so easy to enter the old prestigious school that has always been ranked in the top ten primary schools in the UK. In addition to being rich, you must have money a lot of things.

"Okay, sir." Harry shook slightly and nodded solemnly.

"Then Mr. Porter, you can go to your first class, and my assistant will take you to your classroom, because you start a week behind our students, it will be a little difficult to catch up, but I believe it is not Will it bother you? Here is the timetable and book list. I hope you enjoy your time at Sir William Primary School." Steven handed a few printed A4 papers to Harry, and Harry was very concerned about this kind of paper that was not sheepskin. The white paper was obviously maladaptive, but he wisely chose to remain silent.

"Now give your stepfather a farewell kiss." Steven said humorously, but the two wizards, one big and one small, fell into embarrassment. No matter whether it was the cheek or the forehead, the kiss had never happened between them. Suddenly, after 2 minutes of deathly silence, just before Steven Wood realized that he had caused a catastrophe and was about to suffocate and faint, Snape bent down and gave Harry a blow as light as a butterfly's wing. Kiss, on the forehead.

"Goodbye, Harry, and good luck."

"Goodbye, sir." Thinking of his toes, Harry quickly pecked Snape on the face, and followed the headmaster's assistant.

Steven Wood secretly wiped his sweat, and silently prayed that he could live safely for six full years.

For the students of Harry Potter, he is a strange classmate, he is well dressed - the school uniform is handmade, from the inside to the outside, both in material and workmanship are impeccable, it can be seen that the family economy It’s in good condition, but that’s not the point. There’s no one in Sir William’s Primary School who isn’t a son of a rich family. This makes it unimportant whether the family has money here. Showing off your wealth can only prove that you are ridiculous. The point is that such a child is not interested in semiconductors. , Movies, Skateboards, Football, Bicycles, whatever, he doesn't even know what McDonald's is, God, it's McDonald's!

Well, these prove that he comes from an old-fashioned family, but he actually frightened the whole class with the expression of what the hell is this on pencils, erasers, and ballpoint pens.

"That—I used to use quills all the time." Harry said embarrassedly, and then the whole class looked blank, and their teacher—probably the only one in the classroom who knew what an antique quill was, Showing an expression of being struck by lightning, this child is from time travel, right?right?

After going through these little troubles, Harry successfully integrated into the group of only 20 people, made a few friends smoothly, and his luxurious sandwich was not conspicuous at lunch, but his soup was actually hot— - House-elf teleports from Snape's Manor in real time.

"Your home's thermos is really good at keeping warm." His classmates praised, most of them ate lunch in the cafeteria, and some brought their own lunch, but no soup.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry wisely didn't ask what the thermos was.

Another thing that caused amazement was his clumsiness in the locker room before gym class. This child, who had been served by housekeepers and house elves, had difficulty taking off and changing clothes. Harry, who was rescued from his tie by two or three classmates, let out a long sigh.

"How did you live at home before?" His classmates were powerless, and they weren't very strong, after all, they were all only five years old, but things like putting on and taking off their clothes weren't that difficult.

"I always have help at home." When dressing and undressing, all he has to do is straighten his arms!He stretched out his arms in the dressing room and found no one to help, and it was only when others put on and took off by themselves that they realized that Muggles didn't do that.

"My God, Harry is the young master of a conservative noble family." In fact, the most conservative nobles in the Muggle world don't do this anymore, and the wizarding world has always maintained the tradition of the nineteenth century.

"You guys go to class, I'll take my time." Muggles are very strange existences, and Harry was as troubled as his classmates.

After his classmates disappeared into the dressing room, the tearful house-elf finally showed up, "Lingling let Master Harry undress himself! Lingling is a bad elf! Lingling should iron her own Hand!" Lingling, who was wearing a clean tea towel, kept screaming.

"Stop, stop!" Harry glanced at the door and quickly stopped her, "Changing my clothes now, don't let others see."

"Okay." The elf played to her advantage and quickly helped Harry change from his uniform to a tracksuit.

"Merlin, I must learn to dress myself. I'm leaving, remember not to be discovered."

"Remember." Lingling flicked her fingers, making herself invisible.

After the long first day of school, Harry felt that he and his classmates who had been frightened all day were finally relieved. When he stepped out of the fireplace, he was delighted to see his stepfather sitting by the fireplace reading a book.

"You've had a good day from the look on your face? Huh? Harry?"

"Yes, sir, very pleasantly."

"Well, you can go and change, Harry."

"Yes sir, uh... sir, what is McDonald's?"

The author has something to say:

Sir William Primary School is my invention. The ranking of British primary schools does exist. Try to create a Snape-style fatherly image without destroying too many professors.

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Published on 2011-6-3004:14|Only look at the author

11. Differences

Harry had been dreaming, very strange dreams, in which he was sleeping in a small space, lit only by a small light bulb, a thin blanket was the only thing to keep him warm, and the spider was his playmate, Harry cried and struggled in his dream. He didn't understand how he was locked in such a terrible place. The only response to him was a heavy knock on the door: "Quiet!" The people outside the door yelled at him.

"Harry, Harry..." Snape frowned and picked up his stepson who had fallen into nightmares again. It has been almost two months, Harry has been having nightmares, and the warning spell he set in his room almost every day It will ring in the middle of the night.

"Daddy?" Harry rubbed his eyes, as if he wasn't sure if he was lying on the gold and red four-poster bed in his room, holding his beloved teddy bear in his arms. After seeing his stepfather's face clearly, Harry tightly She put her arms around her stepfather's neck, "Daddy, I had a terrible dream."

"Hmm." Snape patted Harry's thin back. Harry was six years old, and his height had begun to grow, and he was no longer chubby.

"I dreamed I was sleeping in a cupboard, Daddy, what kind of bad boy would sleep in a cupboard?" Harry yawned, so sleepy, he glanced at the owl hanging above the fireplace Wall clock, twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

"No child sleeps in the cupboard." There seems to be something weird about his rebirth this time. Harry seems to be troubled by the memory of his previous life, but most of his dreams are what happened when he was the same age as the previous life. Now Harry My dream mirror has always been the cupboard.

"Well, if there is, we should call the police, right? That's child abuse, and the police will take them to jail." Harry's school has always provided safety education to students.

"Yes, in jail." Snape nodded.

"Daddy, I really want to sleep." Harry yawned again, "but I'm afraid of dreaming." He blinked his big green eyes and looked at his stepfather expectantly. Then I knew how gentle my stepfather was inside his hard shell, and how lethal my own big green eyes looked like a puppy. Children are really very sensitive. Whoever treats him sincerely, he I can feel it.

He really bullied Harry too much in his previous life, so he has been receiving retribution all the time, "Okay, I'll accompany you." Snape resigned himself to lying down next to Harry, and the bed in Harry's room was almost worse than his own. To be familiar, this child has been plagued by nightmares and needs someone to accompany him.

"Daddy, tell a story." Harry found a comfortable position in Snape's arms and yawned again, his eyes were so sleepy that he still didn't forget to ask for the story.

Snape gave up struggling a long time ago. The experience of the past month told him that in order for Harry to go to bed early, stories are necessary. He took the story collection of Beedle the Bard from the bedside table and flipped to the one where the golden owl bookmark was pinned. One page, read aloud in a low voice.

"Once upon a time, there was a kind old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely to help the neighbors around him..." Snape's voice was like the most beautiful cello in a symphony orchestra, deep and melodious, with chest cavity Resonating with the reading aloud, Harry leaned there, closed his eyes warmly and comfortably, and soon fell asleep.

Hearing his breathing gradually steady, Snape gently closed the storybook that was always stuck in the first story, which seemed to be never finished, tucked the quilt for Harry, and extinguished the candle with a wave of his hand.

When he was young, he thought that his father would go out to drink every day, and he would beat and scold him for his own existence when things went wrong. He cherished his father's kindness when he was sober occasionally, until he always thought that the little good memories were imagined by himself. His mother said to him before: "Before he found out that I was a witch and you were a wizard, your father was very good to you. He really loved you. If you wanted an apple, he would go to the 24-hour supermarket to give it to you in the middle of the night when it rained. purchase……"

Only then did Snape know the reason why he had been unable to quit the habit of an apple a day these years. That apple was probably a symbol of fatherly love that had been forgotten.

Another example of being a father is his friend Malfoy, that pseudo-gentleman who is always dignified and noble. Before Xiaolong was four years old, he was his son's slave. After his son became sensible, he put on airs and hid his doting behind a serious expression. After Xiaolong went to school, he would bother himself almost every week, asking himself to write a letter to tell him about Xiaolong's situation.

Now Harry let him know what kind of father he would be, sent Harry to the fireplace every day, watched him disappear into the green flame, and held the book as if nothing had happened during the time when Harry was about to leave school Or the newspaper, waiting for Harry to show up, eating breakfast and dinner together every day, watching Harry drink up the milk and eat the vegetables on the plate.

For Harry's sake, he didn't even want to drink sherry. No matter in the last life or this life, he was always afraid that he would lose his mind because of alcohol, and he refused to admit that he was afraid of losing control, so he kept drinking a small amount of alcohol. Now He doesn't drink at all.

Lily let him find his lost love, and Harry let him experience the family affection he had been missing. He secretly printed a good night kiss on the forehead of the sleeping Harry. Having Harry as a son was the best thing that happened to him since he was born again. It's over.

Harry did well in school, and his lively, mischievous yet gentle nature made him very popular in the class. Only he knew that he was lonely.

His classmates are all Muggles. They don't know what a broomstick is, what an owl is, or what a moving picture is. Facing his classmates, he always has too many things to hide. Now he already knows and doesn't want to be If you are rejected as a monster, don't talk about the godfather's flying motorcycle or something.

The prettiest blond girl in his class had her beloved doll broken, and he wondered why no one had done a restore to stop the girl's tears, Muggle oh Muggle... He shook his head.

"Harry, did your parents sign your leave form?" the teacher asked him.

"Uh..." Harry lowered his head, he didn't know if his stepfather would agree to the school's plan to organize them to visit the museum this weekend, "I forgot."

"It must be handed over to me before Friday." The teacher knew the strange composition of their house, and understood Harry's groaning.

"Ok."

"Harry, you could actually have your father's assistant sign it for you." Jack patted him on the shoulder for his advice.

"Yes, you can also let the maid sign." Tom's idea was more direct.

"I'd better ask Mr. directly." Harry shook his head, not daring to think about what would happen if he handed over the leaving form to the Lingling lottery.

"Why do you call your father Mr.?" Tom asked strangely.

"Stupid, because he is Harry's stepfather." Jack knocked Tom on the head. The situation of Harry's family is not strange in the class. His parents are divorced, his parents have never been married, his parents seem to be in harmony with each other, each has an affair, and he is married to his wife. There are children raised by wives or wives in their class.

"The stepfather just called him by his first name." Tom's mother lived with her lover all the time, so he called him by his first name.

"No." Harry shook his head, unable to imagine calling his stepfather Severus directly.

"Seriously, what the hell has he done to you." Jack never met Harry's fabled stepfather, never came to pick Harry up from school, and never attended parent-teacher conferences.

"Very good, I have nightmares at night and he will come to sleep with me."

"Sleep with you?" Jack's expression suddenly became very strange.

"Yes, he will accompany me if I can't sleep."

"Will he come to your room in the middle of the night? Sleep with you in the same bed? He will leave after you fall asleep, right?"

"No, we slept together until dawn."

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"No, he wouldn't have a girlfriend." Harry had always been sensitive about Snape having a girlfriend.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Since my mother passed away, he would accompany me in my nightmares, and he has been sleeping in my room for the past month." Harry didn't understand what Jack's strange expression meant.

"Harry, you didn't pay attention in safety class, did you?"

"What?" Harry asked in bewilderment.

Snape didn't sign the form agreeing to go out. In order to make up for the disappointed Harry, he decided to take him to the Wizarding Museum himself instead of letting him go with the whole class. Only one adult supervised more than 20 six-year-olds My child is safe even after thinking about it.

The location of the Wizarding Museum is very creative inside the British Museum. After entering the gate of the museum, there is an inconspicuous side door in the atrium that only wizards can see, that is the Wizarding Museum.

Snape took Harry's hand and walked up the stone steps step by step. He was wearing a dark blue striped suit and a light blue shirt today, and his shoulder-length black hair was neatly combed. The only decoration is the wedding ring on his hand. Harry is wearing a light blue long-sleeved hoodie, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers, looking cute and clean.

"Sir, why can't Muggles see the Wizarding Museum?"

"Because they're Muggles."

"Why don't we wear robes on weekends?" Harry was used to wearing Muggle clothes to school and wizard clothes at home or on weekends.

"Because we are in Muggle London, wearing robes is too conspicuous." This why and why pattern of questioning and answering continued for a while, and Snape felt that his patience was honed by Harry to be extremely strong.

Neither of them noticed a familiar school bus parked on the road outside the museum, and the teacher led a long line of students in school uniforms down.

"Harry!" The students found Harry, causing a small commotion.

"Your classmate?" Snape asked Harry, looking down.

"Yes." Harry nodded. He knew that he would not come to the museum today. He thought the Wizarding Museum was far away from the British Museum, but he didn't expect to use the same gate.

"Go and say hello to them." Snape let go of Harry's hand, and Harry reluctantly walked towards his classmates. After a quick greeting, he ran back to Snape, holding Snape tightly. Pu's hand.

After Snape nodded to Principal Wood who got off the bus on the other side, he picked up Harry, who had already grown tall, and walked straight into the museum with his long legs, and entered the door belonging to wizards, but he didn't know This chance meeting and chatting with Harry for no reason at school caused a little trouble for himself.

The author has something to say:

A wizard is a wizard. Living in the Muggle world, there will always be barriers. Why can't wizards run a primary school?

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Published on 2011-6-3004:17|Only look at the author

12. Meeting Hermione for the first time

The chance encounter in front of the museum didn't disturb the interest of the father and son. For Harry, the Wizarding Museum is much cooler than the Muggle Museum.

From the moment you enter the door, you will open the wizard version of the British history corridor. The first exhibition area is Merlin and King Arthur.

Different from the descriptions in Muggle fairy tales, the wizard version of Merlin is a tall black-haired young man with bright blue eyes even in the portrait. King Arthur has blond hair and blue eyes and wears armor. In the painting, he talks to Merlin in a low voice, and after a while he runs to the Twelve Knights of the Round Table to sit and talk at the table, and when he is not in the painting of the Knights of the Round Table, a beautiful blond woman always sneaks over from another painting , had a great conversation with one of the knights.

"That's Lancelotti and Queen Gwen." The milky white translucent ghost who was in charge of the explanation noticed Harry's curious eyes and explained lazily.