[HP] warm

"Snape opened the door and saw a werewolf with an anxious face. He subconsciously looked at the sky outside. It was still a long time before the full moon, and he really couldn't find a reason for the werewolf to visit.

"I'm really sorry to bother you so late, but we still want to ask you, has Harry been here tonight?" Even in his anxiety, Lupine still maintained a good demeanor.

"What makes you think Harry Potter is visiting my little shack at such a late hour, um, one o'clock in the morning?" Snape said tartly, talking to Lupine. Glancing at his watch, he realized that the time was later than he had imagined.

"He hasn't been here?" Lupine didn't notice the sarcasm in Snape's words, he just confirmed it anxiously.

"No." Snape sensed the uneasiness in Lupine's words, and immediately put away the thorns all over his body, "Isn't he sleeping safely in his own bed at this time?"

"I was on night shift today. When I got home, I found out that some unpleasant things had happened between Sirius and Harry. Then, I think we lost his whereabouts." Snape, "It's a long story, can I go in and talk about it?"

"Come in." Glancing at Sirius Black standing behind Lupin in a trance, not much different from a dead man, in order to know what happened, Snape could only temporarily put aside his prejudices and let the stupid dog Step into your own territory.

"Tell me, what exactly happened." Snape reluctantly ushered him into the room, didn't even bother to bring a glass of boiled water, and got straight to the point.

"After I got home from work tonight, I couldn't find Harry anywhere, and Sirius was lying on the floor in a daze and didn't speak. After asking Kreacher, I found out that Sirius and Harry had a quarrel that night. Sirius also accidentally slapped Harry, and Harry must have been very sad, so he took his luggage and ran away from home." Lupine said here, raking his hair irritably, "We have searched everywhere we can, Been to Diagon Alley, but no one has seen him."

"Where are his friends? Have you asked them all?" Snape looked at the two dereliction of duty parents with an unkind expression, and he knew that he must not place too much hope on the stupid dog!

"I have inquired about everything, but unfortunately, the Weasley family set off for a trip to Egypt last night, the Granger family was on vacation in France, and Mrs. Longbottom took her little grandson to Algeria to visit relatives. They all Not in the country." Speaking of this Lupine was also very depressed, "so he couldn't go to his friends, we thought he would come to you."

"But he hasn't been here." Snape said dryly, sitting there with a cup of tea, his face was more gloomy than the night outside.

The author has something to say: Well, don't hate the Godfather of Dogs, in fact, the Godfather of Dogs didn't do it on purpose.To be honest, in the original book, I don’t think Harry and the godfather got along well and understood each other at all. In fact, in the fifth book, Harry already vaguely felt that Sirius was looking for his father’s shadow in him, but they still It is impossible to understand without having time to understand deeply, and the dead are often the most perfect, because people's memory only retains the best things...

Therefore, sometimes I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to let those who die survive. People will always find each other’s shortcomings when they get along for a period of time, and there is always a long or short run-in period.Xiaoha’s expectations for the dog godfather are actually very high, so sometimes he will be very harsh on the dog godfather in a certain way (well, I haven’t written about these for the time being and hope to have the opportunity to show it in the future o(∩_∩ )o...)

89, get together...

"Mr. Moen, would you like a drink?" When the early morning sun shone into the bar of the tavern, the boss who was leaning there carelessly wiping the glass greeted the tenants coming downstairs with a smile on his face.

"Oh, no, I think I have to go out today." The young man called Moen smiled shyly, then pointed to the big backpack on his back, "The weather is fine today, I want to go again Get some specimens."

"Oh, that's it, then I wish you good luck." The boss was a little disappointed when he heard that he was going out, but soon laughed again, put down the lighter in his hand and greeted the young tenant, "But now you are as down-to-earth as you It is really rare to see young people who are willing to do research in such a remote place..."

"I'm not as good as you said, just because I like it, so the hard work for others may be just a kind of enjoyment for me." Moen smiled very modestly after being praised, and after a few casual chats with the boss , then pushed the door and went out.

Little Hangleton is a very ordinary small village. Although the scenery is good, there are only [-] or [-] places like this in the UK. It is not very worth visiting, so few tourists come here, and the customers in the tavern are also very rare. Most of them were acquaintances in the village, and it was rare to see a stranger in a year or so, so Moen's appearance caused a little commotion.But after a short contact, everyone fell in love with this young man.He has almost all the lovable qualities, warm and lively but polite, knowledgeable but not arrogant, everyone who talks to him will feel very happy, so the tavern owner likes his drinking here very much time, because that's always a lot of fun.

But it's a pity, because Moen is a graduate student of a university in London, and he came here specially for a special plant that grows here, so he had to spend a lot of time wandering in the woods outside the village during the day, studying the habits of those crops. Not much time here.

"Hey, these days are really boring. I hope Mr. Moen will have time to have a drink here when he comes back at night, and tell some interesting stories by the way." Looking at the heavy wooden door that was closed, the tavern owner continued to wipe the things that will never be wiped. Endless glasses of wine to pass the time, he thought he would spend this afternoon like this, but unexpectedly the bell at the door rang again.

"Mr. Moen, did you forget anything?" The boss thought that the young tenant had left something behind and turned back, so he raised his head and asked casually, but was stunned when he saw someone coming.It was a beautiful girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing an ordinary floral skirt and a simple ponytail, but she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life.

"Uh, sorry, miss, what can I do for you?" This kind of person doesn't often appear in this country tavern.The boss stopped what he was doing, looked at the girl who came in strangely, and muttered unconsciously, "We don't come here often, I didn't expect there to be two this summer..."

"Two, sir, do you mean someone has been here?" The girl originally wanted to ask some questions, but when she heard the boss talking to herself, she immediately forgot the original question and exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, yes, there is a young man, a college student, who came here to do plant research." The boss replied casually, and then realized that he was a bit talkative, and immediately looked at the girl vigilantly, "Miss, what do you want to do?" What!"

"Oh, you may have misunderstood. I'm looking for my friend. I think he may be the young man who lives with you." The girl said anxiously, with tears in her eyes, "He is a friend who cares about me." A very important boy, I never thought he would leave without saying anything to me, so I am very, very sad, and have been looking for him in every possible place, if you can give me some help , I, I can't thank you enough..."

The girl spoke incoherently, but deep feelings could be heard from her words.Seeing such a beautiful girl speak in such a tone, the boss immediately softened his heart, "I don't know if he is the person you are looking for, but if you want, I can describe the appearance of that gentleman to you... ..."

"Thank you, you are so kind." Hearing what he said, the girl smiled again on her young face, and walked awkwardly to the front of the bar, sitting on the high chair and chatting with him.After about 10 minutes, they were basically sure that Mr. Moen was the person the lady was looking for.

"I didn't expect him to be here. It's really irresponsible. He didn't tell us anything!" The girl said angrily while drinking the fruit juice provided by the boss for free.

"Mr. Moen actually put down such a beautiful girlfriend as you to do research. You really have perseverance. If you were any other young man, I'm afraid he wouldn't even go one step away from you." The boss looked at him in his heart. The girl identified as Mr. Moen's girlfriend joked.

"Girlfriend? We're not in that relationship. Oh, but it's not important, sir, can I borrow your phone?" The girl smoothed her hair annoyedly, and then made this request.

"Of course." The tavern owner readily took out the phone behind him and put it on the counter, "You can use it anyway, you're welcome."

"Thank you, you are so kind." After the girl expressed her gratitude gratefully, she picked up the receiver and dialed a number that looked a bit strange. When the boss was wondering which county this number was, a very loud voice From there came, "Hermione, is that you?