novelraw Chapter 117 Lupine Visits
Chapter 117 Lupine Visits
"It seems that the United States is very suitable for you, Snape. Your whole temperament has been changed, and the sun is a little brighter, I must say."
"Professor, please call me Professor Snape, I am different from you, I have a job... Lupine..."
In a bright but empty office in the Ilvermorny Potion Testing Tower, Snape and Lupine sat opposite each other, one with a gloomy and tense expression, and the other with a gentle and composed expression.
Of course Snape wouldn't serve Lupine tea and snacks, and he didn't even bother to call a goblin to help.
Nor did Lupine have such unrealistic expectations of Snape - thinking that he would be welcome to visit him.
From the first dialogue and confrontation just after sitting down, it is obvious that the relationship between the two is tense.
Snape propped his cheeks with two fingers, squinting at the unwelcome visitor in front of him - James Potter's old friend, Remus Lupine.
He was able to stay in the same space with this werewolf only because the other party was not so high on his list of deadly enemies.
"You have to know that if it wasn't for Dumbledore's commission, I wouldn't have received you at all." Snape said slowly.
"Of course, of course, in the five minutes we sat down, you only emphasized it three times." Lupine's expression remained the annoying calm.
Lupine looked around the room they were in with great interest, "This office is obviously not suitable for storing potions. So, I guess, Principal Fontana should have assigned you at least two?"
"Principal Fontana knows how to appreciate talents." Snape snorted.
He waited for the other party to speak/commit/explain his intention first - it was impossible just to appreciate the flying heroism of the Potter girl, if so, he would throw Lupine out in the next second.
When the other party first arrived, he was about to set off for the stadium—the timing was really good, but he had to monitor the game, and who knew whether Porter would invent a new way to die.
No, as it turned out, Potter's ability to seek death never disappoints.
"When Arthur came back from the United States, he and Dumbledore closed the door and talked in secret for several hours." Lupine's lightheartedness faded, and he put on a serious expression, "You... do you know what it's about? ?”
"You should ask Dumbledore himself." Snape put his hand on his head.
"If Dumbledore is not willing to tell you... I don't understand where you got the confidence that our relationship is close enough that I will take the initiative to reveal it to you."
Snape paused for a moment, realizing that what he just said seemed to imply that he was also an insider, and quickly added: "And, how could I know...the secret conversation that took place in a closed office far away in England? "
"Okay... ok..." Lu Ping nodded slowly, without asking.
There was an awkward silence in the office.
"You're going to have a tearful reunion with Potter, I guess?" Snape offered, with a slick, sarcastic emphasis.
"You will definitely tell her the story of old Potter, tell her that her father was also a great Quidditch player, you are proud of her behavior today... and then you hug and cry..."
He has always known the virtues of this small gang.
"Oh, James can't do that." Lupine laughed heartily.
"I have to turn around. I'm a fan of Harley now—James has obviously been left far behind by his 13-year-old daughter in terms of flying skills." Lupine expressed his joy directly and frankly, making Snape Even more upset.
"I'm not surprised that the U.S. national team will start to study her move immediately-for many years, everyone has been unable to do anything about the 'seeker biting' court strategy-the only possible method that can be effective is the Longsky fake, but Long Ski's fake moves often make his side play off... In severe cases, his life is in danger..."
Lupine spoke, irritatingly, "I think Harry has incorporated some Muggle...what's that word - let me see - yes," Lupine snapped his fingers, his eyes widening. Liang, "Acrobatics!"
"So Miss Potter's movement just now is not life-threatening? It's perfect... It seems that this movement does not have any requirements on muscle strength, speed calculation, and teammates' ability to cooperate. Everyone can practice well... If Dawson is late For a second, we won't see her body smashed into the mud." Snape gritted his teeth and hissed.
"Your wand has already been stretched out, and I'm standing by your side." Lupine looked at his hand meaningfully.
Snape became more irritable, "Which clue tells you that I want to talk to you about Quidditch?"
He looked at Lupine, and said unbearably: "Although I don't expect you to be a responsible elder...but at least as a normal person, you will not encourage this behavior. Potter is just like her father, arrogant Insolent, you are more eager to show off than to save your life, you will only bring bad influence to her."
Lupine looked calm and not angry, "I think Harry is more like Lily," he said seemingly unintentionally, "What do you think, Snape?"
Snape squinted at Lupin, wondering if there was something sinister in his words, "Harry is herself, not a copy of anyone - she told me that."
Lupine raised his eyebrows, "That's a very good sentence..." He shook his head, "I won't...see Harry for now, I have a task...and, Harry is far away from those queens in England. . . . obviously had a good time."
Snape snorted, and Lupine was pretty self-aware.
"She's doing well, isn't she?"
"It's better than you can imagine." Snape didn't intend to tell Lupine about the dangers Harry had encountered... What if the werewolf refused to leave?This guy can't help, it's good not to add trouble.
"Since you don't plan to see Potter, do you have anything else to do here besides bothering me? If not, please close the door after you go out, the sooner the better." Pointingly, he said, "The Wolf's Poison/Pharmaceutical will be successfully brewed in three days, just at the time you once a month."
"I must admit I'm touched," Lupine smiled softly, without any flabbergasted or annoyed, "however, I don't actually need to... at least while I'm in America."
Snape raised his eyebrows, "I thought Dumbledore entrusted you here to find a job to collect information. No wolf's poison/potion... How many innocent passers-by do you want to bite in the United States?"
"No," Lupine shook his head, "what Dumbledore needs... is my 'special talent', a job that no one else can do except me..."
He paused for a moment, and then said softly: "Werewolves in Europe are starting to move around. There is news that a beast wounded a person on a transoceanic cruise ship—the victims are all dead, if you want to know. And the ship The destination of the cruise ship is the United States."
Snape suddenly thought of the image that Harry had seen in his mind.There are werewolves and there are dementors.
"What did Dumbledore tell you?" Snape asked coldly.
"About werewolves?" Lupine said, "I'm sorry I can't tell you, for the time being. In fact, I also need to infiltrate their group before I can complete the information I have... Everything is just speculation at present."
"I'm not interested in your werewolf activities," Snape asked. "What about the others? Like...You-Know-Who's..."
"Dumbledore... said almost nothing. I tried to ask Arthur, but he refused to answer. The children who followed Arthur to the United States said that Arthur even made an unbreakable vow between them-no Tell anyone what they saw in America."
"... The Unbreakable Vow?" Snape murmured, "Such an exaggeration..."
"That's my first feeling too." Lupine answered.
"And Dumbledore has been very busy since then, hardly at school."
"He only said one word to me, and it was still in a half-joking tone. You know what I mean. Although Dumbledore is great, his secretive attitude is really annoying sometimes..." Lupine smiled wryly, " All he said was, 'I have Voldemort to study. All I can tell you is that Arthur brought back information that changed the game.'"
"And I don't understand what he means." Lupine shrugged helplessly.
But, Snape understood, Dumbledore... probably started collecting Horcruxes...
He didn't care much about these, he just wanted to know if this greatest wizard had already understood the last piece of the puzzle on Harry's forehead.
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In a blink of an eye, it was the Christmas holiday, and the students who planned to go home began to pack their luggage.Harry's third grade was suddenly boring...
Except for the big knife from Damian, which had caused a small episode-the dean took it for inspection, and found no trace of black magic.
Probably, without black magic, this knife is just a toy in the eyes of wizards?It didn't take long for the dean to return it to Harry.
As for Harry hanging the knife above the bed as a decoration, no one has expressed any objection.
The winter in Gotham was still cold. Harley wrapped up in a coat with a fur collar, parked the car with brother Tim, and walked towards the main entrance of the mansion through the ankle-deep snow.
"I'm going to the mayor's charity dinner tonight, do you want to go?" Tim helped Harry shake the thin snowflakes and water droplets on the coat, hung up the coats of the two, turned to ask her with his head down , "This was originally Bruce's task...but you know, he would rather go to the streets and fight bad guys."
"Can I?" Harry's eyes widened.She has never participated in the family's public activities-because one of her is hidden away.
"I need a lady to be my plusone." Tim smiled.
Halle looked at Brother Tim suspiciously for a while, "You broke up with Stephanie again." She said firmly, "You asked me to go, just to use me as a shield - to block those who want to dance with you Just girls."
She curled her lips, "You are at the right age for marriage now, and you are a hot item in the marriage market of Gotham's upper class - Mr. Darcy in the United States." It has become a universal trend for bachelors who have property to always want to marry a wife. Accepted truths' and the like..."*
Speaking of which, some people in the newspaper really made such an analogy, the main reason is that Bruce's group began to be gradually handed over to him.
"Don't tease me with... this." Tim covered his eyes. Those girls who always wanted to chat with him at various banquets were not what he worried about the most. Appropriate, and he'd be pretentious if he said he was utterly troubled by it.
What he was worried about was the girls' parents who kept trying to win him over. The intricate forces behind them made every banquet more tiring than a speech.
The author has something to say:
*Opinions on Lupine, James, and the Marauders reflect the character of Snape, not the author.This article does not black Gryffindor, does not black James, does not black Sirius, does not black Lupin, Peter is already cold.
*The bachelor sentence, quoted from Pride and Prejudice, translated by Shanghai Translation Publishing House.