novelraw Chapter 189 The Helplessness of Snape and Black
Chapter 189 The Helplessness of Snape and Black
At Damian's words, the corridor outside the kitchen fell into a dead silence——
A few seconds later, Sirius raised his arm, the movement was quite stiff, and he pointed to Harry. This was the first time she saw the godfather not smiling or talking to herself with loving eyes, "You go to the kitchen and find Mo Lily," then pointed to Damian and Snape "You, and you! Come with me!"
"Let go of your hand first!" At the end, he did not forget to yell at Damian alone.
Seeing that Damian was really careless and about to follow Sirius away, Harry thought of the whole room full of dark magic supplies...
"Uh, Sirius, what are you... why are you looking for Damian alone? Take me too?" she asked in a low voice.
"Just to 'talk,'" Sirius scowled, yelling in the direction of the kitchen, "Molly, come get Harry away!"
"Men..." Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron, while muttering with disgust, she pulled Harry, "Don't pay attention to them, come on, make meatballs with me."
Behind Sirius, Damian nodded quietly to her, his expression relaxed.
Harry was embarrassed to reject Mrs. Weasley's "meatball" invitation, so he walked into the kitchen step by step.
Not long after, she heard the sound of footsteps going upstairs and the door closing with a loud bang.
Mrs. Weasley squeezed the meatball, pursed her mouth, "A group of children...", Harry suspected that Mrs. Weasley would use the same attitude to dislike naughty sons in her own home...
"I got a letter from Ron, Harry," Mrs. Weasley smiled at her, the creases in the corners of her eyes filled with warmth, "I will no longer believe what Rita writes—at least about you I don't believe it."
This made Harry finally relax, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." She washed her hands, followed suit, and pinched the meatball.
"Just call me Molly," Mrs. Weasley pointed upstairs with the spoon in her hand. "Is that one of your brothers? How old is he? How many years younger than you?"
"He...we're not that far apart," Harry whispered back. "He's almost 18."
"Not yet 18? Why are you so tall and strong..." Molly frowned, "Look at his arms, it's too scary. Are all Muggle boys like this? Or are all American Muggles like this?"
"This one is really not. He... well... he is the most special one." Harry blushed.
Molly looked at the way the girl couldn't help smiling when she mentioned the Muggle boy, and asked, seemingly unintentionally, "What do you think of Ron, Harry?"
"Ron? Ron is fine." Harry replied seriously, "We're friends."
The evaluation of the Muggle boy is "the most special one"; when it comes to his own son, he is just "very good".Anyone can hear the level gap here...
But Molly didn't give up, and continued to test, "You are only 14 years old, and this Muggle boy said he wanted to marry you. This guarantee will take many years of waiting."
"Damian..." Harry smiled at Meatball, "He's the one who will do it if he says it."
"You're only so young, so you don't want to...wait until you grow up to see it? People's mentality changes."
"I've thought about this question—maybe both of us will have changes..." Harry had already thought about this question, "But, who else could it be?"
"We'll grow together," she said, looking up at Molly.
Tsk, seeing how determined this girl is, my son basically has no chance at all.
In a small corner deep in Molly's heart, she still vaguely hoped that one day when Ron got enlightened, the two families could get married...
Like a father, like a daughter, Harry was just like James.He was also in his teens, and once he had confirmed his feelings for Lily, he was completely seduced, and he would not marry unless she was the one.
After a while, Harry finally heard the upstairs door open. She hurried to the kitchen door, poked her head out, and found that Professor Snape was pushed out...
Snape tidied his robes irritably, turned around and saw Harry standing by the kitchen door not far from the stairs, looking at him with bawdy eyes.Snape frowned - there was absolutely no way the girl was worried about the stupid dog.
"The two fought in the duel room." As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he announced the latest situation to the first and the younger.
Not surprised, Molly put the prepared meatballs aside and started to cook the stew.
"When they finish playing, remember to ask them to eat." Molly said while washing the dishes, "You can stay too, Severus."
"Sirius at least knows how to act softly." She suddenly thought of this serious problem, "If you hurt Muggles, if the Ministry finds out..."
Snape was still amazed at Molly's natural familiarity.Leaving him to eat... This is the first time.
"You underestimated that Muggle boy, Wes...Molly." Snape changed his words.As for the outcome of the fight, he felt that Black would be the one who suffered.
With Stupid Dog's loyalty to Harley, he definitely wouldn't dare to do anything heavy,
Of course Snape ignored his mentality that he didn't dare to do anything serious... Judging from the performance of Potter's dead girl today, she was obviously happy with her relationship with little Wayne.
This kind of vile, close-to-the-water, and preemptive behavior...why didn't he notice the slightest sign in the early years?
Potter and Wayne are not related by blood, so what can he say?
Snape felt deeply tired, he sat down on a kitchen chair, and almost buried his face in his palms - no, this seemed too much of a failure.
He felt...he might be really old, even Lily's daughter was going to fall in love...but he couldn't stop it.
He couldn't lose his temper with Harry either - Hogwarts caught a lot of students who fell in love in the third and fourth year.What reason did he lose his temper?The necessary sex/education/education has already been mentioned by ear.
In fact, Snape asked himself, in this respect... he found himself trusting little Wayne's character... which made him even more frustrated.
And he was already subconsciously and uncontrollably comparing Damian with those candidates at the Yule Ball (why would he do that!)—if he had to find someone for Harry to entrust his future to.
Snape was horrified to find that... apart from not being able to use magic, Damian really outperformed those boys in every aspect...whether it was in terms of height and appearance, or financial resources and sense of responsibility.
I have saved the world several times, can I have no sense of responsibility?
Kid Wayne and old Potter...seemed to be less alike, too.
Now he actually buried his face in his hands.
Molly came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Both Arthur and I understand you, Severus. If Ginny has a boyfriend in the future, Arthur will probably look like this too."
Harry had already left the kitchen, leaning on the banister of the stairs, looking at the closed door upstairs.
Sirius must have cast a Silencing Charm, Harry couldn't hear anything.
She didn't know how long it had been, she thought it had been a long, long time, but Molly's stew was clearly not cooked yet - the door finally opened.
Damian came out first, and when Harry looked up, he saw... the blood on the boy's face!
There are not many people who can kill Damian...not many.
"Oh...Damian, does it hurt?" Harry was so distressed that he jumped up the stairs to meet him, "Is this curse damage?"
Sirius, who walked out of the room door behind the little demon Damian, began to doubt his life—is his back hurting too?Damian's kid had only one wound on his face - all because of his own inexplicable refusal to fight back in the first place.
Now that it has been made public and Harry is free, she graciously took Damian's hand and led him into the kitchen - the kitchen can be called the cleanest room in this old house so far.
Snape felt the girl's expectant sight... Potter, what a bitch, look at him, he will never heal little Wayne's wound no matter what!
After a few seconds, he couldn't bear it any longer, took out a bottle of white fresh from the pouch in his arms, and threw it to Potter.
Sirius was even more unlovable, and Harry didn't even ask him if he was hurt.
"Uh, Sirius, Damian didn't hurt you..." Harley's voice came, and Sirius, who had been ashamed, finally recovered a little life.
"No..." he denied it flatly - the Damian kid had indeed knocked his wand off with the batarang, causing him to stumble and crash into the wall... but it would be a shame for Harry to know.
Not because he hesitated before using the spell!What if Harry got mad at him!
He actually knew before beating Damian that he was just venting his anger. Harry really wanted to, so what could he do?Damian Kid wasn't Malfoy at least.Playing as a dog in Wayne's house for three years, Damian has proved countless times that he is a good boy...
Sirius would rather be beaten to death than admit it, but he is... a little satisfied with Harry's choice? !
This must be an illusion.
"Then I'm relieved." Harry smiled, pushed Damian on the chair, and began to whitewash him.
During this process, Harley finally took off the coat that had been on her body for the convenience of activities.
"What happened to your clothes?" Snape narrowed his eyes, "What were you doing in the hotel room for those two hours?!"
The words "hotel room" and "two hours" are so scary that Sirius couldn't believe his associations, but Snape's serious black face was no joke, so Sirius licked Damian again. Roll up your sleeves!
Harry noticed nervously that Damian's eyes seemed to want to trick - but now is not the time to be frank!
She didn't want to see a murder scene at Black's ancestral home.
"I spilled coffee! It's really just coffee..." Harry lied quickly.
She and Damian didn't really do anything... It's not strictly a lie...
The author has something to say:
A small theater about "upgrading the appellation"——
Damian (serious): Harley, when I told your godfather that I plan to "upgrade my title" in the future, why do you feel a little unhappy?
HALLEY (blushing): Hmm...nothing, I'm embarrassed to say.
Damien (continuing to be serious): We agreed to be honest with each other.
Harry (blushing even more, looking at Damian's slightly hurt look, and planning to smash the can): Well... because... because, uh, because I haven't "inspected the goods".Of course it doesn't mean that you are not... not "big"... I don't like you anymore, I like you no matter what.It's just that I want to have... mental preparation. (speaking softer)
Damian (eyes wide): "Inspection"?What to inspect? !oh oh!Uh... understandably, it does make people uneasy.Do you want to watch it now? (Hands are already on the belt)
Halle (nervous!): No!No... I was just thinking about it, just kidding... Well, I don't really care.
Damian (thoughts, serious suggestion): You can google the size specifications of oversized condoms, there is negligible error between that and mine.
HARLEY (blushing): Super... super large... more disturbing...
(Getting married without knowing the size will make the bride uneasy. This stalk comes from the American drama "Jessie is coming")