【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

"The Quibbler is pretty bold," Watson said, holding the newspaper. "Traces of dark magic are all around the old Gaunt house... Rather than saying that the perpetrator wreaked havoc with dark magic and cast all kinds of curses and spells, we would rather believe that it was a backup plan left by the Dark Lord himself or a precaution passed down from generation to generation in the Gaunt family..."

"Such a precious place is only cursed and unguarded. Is it that the Dark Duke doesn't care at all and is just looking for an excuse to attack the Ministry of Magic, or is there some unspeakable secret?"

"You're right." Snape glanced at the newspaper. "This newspaper has a much higher sales volume than the Daily Prophet."

After all, it always publishes some bizarre things or non-mainstream opinions.

"I heard that The Quibbler doesn't pay contributors for their contributions." Wei Shengling poked his head in, and Snape confirmed this statement. "Did you hear this from Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw?"

"Yeah." Wei Shengling nodded, and she fell into deep thought. "Since there's no payment for the article, then what's the point of publishing it on The Quibbler? Is it for fame?"

"It is not ruled out that the article was written by the newspaper members themselves." Snape said.

"Their guess is very close to the truth. I wonder what Voldemort would think." Watson took another look at the animated picture, and saw officials from the Ministry of Magic walking around busily.

I don't know what he's doing but he looks busy.

He reached out and pressed on the photo, trying to push through the crowd through the photo to let him see inside.

Where the fingers landed, the wizards turned around, rolled their eyes, and made gestures to drive them away.

Go! Go! Go.

Don't interfere with our work.

Watson withdrew his hand depressedly, raised his head, and just saw the unhappy James Potter.

"How strange," Sherlock followed Watson's gaze and looked over. "It seems that Voldemort can't wait to take action."

James Potter, who had been listless just now, was now waving his fists, filled with righteous indignation, and kept muttering something. From his lip movements, it was clear that he was not saying anything nice.

"The old son of the Potter family, the spoiled James Potter." Snape said, "It seems that this time he doesn't need to wait until he is 15 years old to grow up."

He said this simply to mock what Remus Lupin and Sirius Black said in the books -

"Only fifteen years old"

“We can be little berks sometimes.”

"A lot of people are stupid when they're fifteen, but they get better when they grow up."

Merlin knew how disgusted Snape would be when he saw these words, and how much he wanted to tear these books into pieces.

"A naive young master," he said maliciously, "must learn to grow up."

I don’t mean anything else.

Pure malice.

"Voldemort's action this time will cause a wave of panic." Sherlock just glanced at James Potter and looked away. It was a waste for such a person to occupy the memory palace. If it weren't for Severus, he would not even bother to remember the names of the robbers.

"The Potters are a prestigious family anyway. Voldemort wanted to make an example of them but he didn't consider that this would be the trigger for others to rebel against him."

Wei Sheng Ling made a "tsk" sound.

"We're here at a bad time."

"If it's earlier, we can solve it before he creates the Horcrux."

"A little later, when the Horcruxes are in the location we know, we can easily deal with them like we did the last two times."

"But it just so happens that right now, except for Nagini and Harry, all other Horcruxes have been created, but their locations are unknown."

This timing is not good.

"There is always good in bad things," Sherlock said. "Isn't Severus the good thing?"

Snape was stunned.

"…What did you say?"

"I agree." Wei Shengling nodded, and Watson also said, "The benefits brought by Severus outweigh these disadvantages."

Snape looked at this scene and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Don't be too touched, Severus." Wei Shengling looked over. "Although we have tried our best to make sure that you in this world have no regrets and grow up smoothly."

"But for you, these things have already happened. We are too late."

Snape looked up and all three of them were looking at him.

Wei Sheng Ling smiled gently with apologetic eyes.

Sherlock's matter-of-fact look and his frank look that said, "What's there to be moved about?"

Watson's eyes were firm and eager.

"Of course," he raised his lips, "A Potions Master can do more than you think."

"His value will definitely outweigh the loss caused by Voldemort."

Why do these three people always come here from time to time?

They themselves didn't feel anything, but he was the only one who felt touched and felt that they were getting better.

On the new weekend, Wei Shengling used the power of words to create a silent prison in the basement of the old Gaunt house, which was very similar to the one used to stop Voldemort from killing.

It cannot be opened easily from either the inside or the outside, and there are vents so that no sound can be transmitted. Watson was also thoughtful enough to leave a lamp that stays on.

Wei Shengling walked around and put down a box of water and a box of compressed biscuits.

"We are so humane," she said.

Today, Xius always felt a chill on his back, sneezed from time to time, and an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.

However, she is a powerful wizard, a time traveler with a golden finger, and the protagonist of this world.

Even if something really happened, she could handle it.

So she went to the Forbidden Forest as usual, took out the two-way mirror and started her sweet time.

Why not in the dormitory?

She didn't want to share the gentle Voldy with others.

Considering that her laxity in previous times had caused her to suffer, she was well prepared this time. She first checked the surroundings to make sure that no one had cast various warning spells. Then, even when talking through the two-way mirror, she always held her wand and was ready to take action at any time. Finally, she made the call with peace of mind.

"So cautious." Wei Sheng Ling sat on the tree and watched Xius cautiously explore the surroundings, send out dense warnings, add defensive magic to himself, and then he started to use the two-sided mirror after a busy time.

"It is our kindness to let her finish the two-way mirror," Sherlock sat next to Wei Shengling, Watson and Snape sat on the other side. The weight of an eleven-year-old child is limited, and the trees in the Forbidden Forest are lush and thick, and even the weight of an adult can be supported. "This way, she will have good memories to look back on in the future."

"If she looks up, I'll get nervous for a moment." Wei Shengling leaned on Sherlock's shoulder. "Although we are invisible, no one can see us except each other."

"A little cautious, but not much." Sherlock commented calmly, and the others went their separate ways as Theus began to chatter with Voldemort.

"Based on previous experience, she will fight for at least half an hour." Watson found it hard to understand why she talked so much every day. He didn't know, so Snape didn't know even more.

Sherlock lowered his head and looked at Theus expressionlessly, listening to Voldemort's hypocritical flattery with her. The false tenderness in that voice was so obvious, but Theus didn't notice it at all.

Ling is still smarter.

No, how could she be qualified to compare with Ling?