When the savior is no longer the savior

Sirius who came over met his gaze.

"Fireplace!" murmured James. "My God, how easy...I never met a smarter woman than Lily."

Sirius turned his head without saying a word.

Harry and Snape were back at the End of the Spider by this time.They came back a bit late because they went to the supermarket temporarily and bought materials to make lunch by themselves.

After entering the door, Harry took the bag from Snape: "I'll get it?" He hadn't seen Snape cook yet.

But Snape refused Harry, he carried the bag to himself, and resolutely drove Harry out of the kitchen.

Harry felt that Snape was making a big fuss, but—well, he didn't dislike this—the ex-savior blushed a little, scratched his cheek, and went upstairs, reading as his professor wanted him to.

But before he actually entered the room, there was a loud bang from downstairs, which sounded like the sound of a chair or other furniture being knocked over.

Then, a voice he was not familiar with sounded, with unconcealable complacency: "Snotty, Sirius saw you accompanying someone to the maternity checkup in St. Mungo-now you have nothing to say What did you say you liked Harry—"

"Like Harry!?" It was Sirius' voice, and he almost cried out.

"—Only a fool like Harry would believe you! You're not going to tell me you're just out of kindness to be with friends—or the poor unattended pregnant woman on the side of the road, are you?" James' voice was cold , full of ridicule and contempt.

Snape's voice did not come from below.

It didn't take long for Harry to guess that Snape wasn't going to tell the story.He immediately turned and went downstairs, and just as he turned the corner, he saw James clenching his fist and slamming it into Snape's face with great pain.

And Sirius stood aside with his arms folded, looking like he was not helping each other.

Disregarding other matters, Harry drew out his wand and immediately shouted, "Armor protection!"

A transparent magic cover appeared in front of Snape. James' fist hit the protective cover, and he was shocked by the rebounding force and took two steps back.

Sirius, who had nothing to do at first, pulled out his wand immediately, his eyes became sharp, and he stared closely at Harry who was running down for a long time, before he lowered his arms and came to James' side.

The moment James saw Harry, he forgot about the rest.He was surprised and delighted: "Harry, you are here!"

After a few words, James glared at Snape again: "You just came back to lie to my son after accompanying the woman through the prenatal checkup?"

Snape pursed his lips tightly, and there was a bruise at the corner of his lips.

Harry said, "Wait—"

James immediately said, "Harry, your Sirius father saw that Snape was with a woman at St. Mungo's today for a maternity checkup! You can't believe it, can you? But he's been lying to you all this time!"

The lines on Snape's face became harsh and rigid.

Harry raised his voice: "No, James, first listen to me—"

"You should listen to me!" James said without doubt. "You have been deceived by him! I have been his classmate with him for seven years, and I don't know? That snotty who has been smooth since he was a child— —”

"Enough!" Harry finally showed his anger. He swung his wand like a knife, and the explosion sounded in the living room. "At least give my partner some basic respect, okay?"

"Partner? A person who is completely lying to you?" James Ha said, looking completely confused.

"He didn't lie to me!" Harry was not as calm as he was at first.

"The facts are right in front of you!"

"St. Mungo's?"

"Of course!"

"that's me."

"That woman—what?" James suddenly realized that he didn't understand the last sentence, and asked subconsciously.

"That's me," Harry repeated quietly.

There was a brief silence.

James turned his head to look at Snape in disbelief: "How dare you make my son's belly bigger?"

98

98. The call from darkness...

The four sat down on the sofa.

James pressed his head, leaning against the back of the sofa in a weak state.Sirius stayed on the side silently, looking quite dull, obviously also received a lot of stimulation.

Things had gone beyond Harry's plan.Sitting next to Snape, Harry hesitated, stood up and said, "Would you like something to drink?"

Sitting face to face with his enemy from school days, Snape's face became less gloomy only when he saw Harry, and he shook his head slightly to signal no need.

James glanced at Sirius: "A glass of water."

"Same," Sirius said.

Harry turned and walked towards the kitchen.Almost as soon as he disappeared around the corner, James jumped up and said in a low voice, viciously: "Aha, snot, you succeeded! If this is your revenge, I have to say, you are very nasty Disgusting enough to be astonishing!"

Snape's lips twitched, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, oh," James was so angry that his eyes were red. "Now, don't you dare to admit it? Dare to do it or not to admit it? Harry is only 15 years old. You ruined his life. Isn't it a great achievement?" Sensation? It’s just that I doubt whether you really want to take revenge on us or Lily, who likes mother and has sex with her son—”

Almost at the same time, James and Snape jerked out their wands and pointed them at each other.

The two looked at each other viciously, and the vicious eyes and expressions made no one suspect that they would fight a duel in the next moment.

But in fact, the next moment, Snape abruptly put away his wand.

Black hair covered his cheeks, and he closed his eyes like it was unbearable.Afterwards, he said coldly: "Whether you believe it or not, I like him, I love him, and I will only have him alone."

"That's a good lie," James sneered. "That's how you got my son out of your hands?"

Snape couldn't bear to look away.

James wasn't content with verbal venting either. He raised his wand several times in a gesture of attack, but Snape didn't respond at all.This made it impossible for James to do anything, and it also made his anger soar all the way to the critical point.

Fortunately, Harry finally came out with two glasses of water at this time, and he put the glasses on the coffee table.Then sat back beside Snape.

"I think...well, we could talk," said Harry.

Snape's gaze moved to Harry's face, and he noticed almost immediately that Harry's face was paler than usual, and considering that Harry had been away for far longer than it took to pour two glasses of water, Snape There was a hint of concern in Nepe's eyes.

Harry sensed it, and turned to Snape with a smile, indicating that he was perfectly fine.

But this intimate behavior was immediately exchanged for James' loud coughing reminder.

"Okay," said Harry, turning around, compromisingly, "let's talk about...anything."

"Anything is fine?" James said coldly, "Then let me tell you, I will never agree with you and Snape!"

"Well," Harry said unexpectedly calmly, "why?"

"Why?" James repeated in an unbelievable and funny tone, "Because you will be regarded by everyone as a fool, as an outlier, as a guy with a crazy brain! Look at what you look like now! 15 years old, man, Having a baby!"

Rejection and attacks from loved ones are always unbearable.Harry's face turned pale for a moment, because of the contempt and contempt in James' tone.

The old Slytherin finally couldn't hold back, and bared his fangs at the invader like a poisonous snake awakened from hibernation: "Mr. Potter, you'd better not gossip about my future partner in my house... In fact, I don't understand in what capacity you say that." Snape asked gloomily, "Just because you and Lily had a child, because you claim to be Harry's father, but you haven't raised him for a day? "

There is no doubt that the fangs of the poisonous snake have pierced the enemy's vitals.

"I wonder," James said quietly, "if the Screaming Shack hadn't—"

"Then my godfather and Remus will be in trouble." Harry said coldly.

All three people in the living room looked at Harry.

Harry kicked the coffee table a little irritably, and the coffee table hit Harry back even more irritably, causing Harry to gasp in pain: "Come on, how many times do you want me to say it? I know enough things, I Not so stupid, I can't tell whether people are playing with me or really love me--" His face shows exhaustion, "James, you say the future? Believe me, I have really experienced it. Hey, the The savior, the 24-year-old Auror Minister, really, at that time, as long as I wanted to, I could get anything, including the position of Minister of Magic-the Prime Minister of Muggles, isn't it?"

"But it doesn't make sense!" Harry raised his voice sharply, "I didn't fight Voldemort desperately to become the Minister of Aurors at the age of 20 and the Minister of Magic at the age of 30. I just hope that I can have happiness, including those People who haven't done anything wrong -- and that's what I'm doing now."

"After all," James said, "you just trust Snape?"

"He didn't do anything to make me suspect," Harry said quietly.

"If one day - there must be a day - he shows his true colors -"

"Of course I wouldn't be with someone who doesn't love me." Harry said quickly.

Snape's expression turned sullen, it was obvious that he had been deeply offended by their conversation.

James was not in the mood to pay attention to Snape now.He was torn between whether to expect Snape to be sorry to Harry soon or to expect Snape not to hurt Harry - tough choice, wasn't it?

"Harry." Sirius, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "How about we talk alone?" He looked at James.

James looked back and forth between Harry and Sirius, and nodded hesitantly.

Harry glanced at Snape, and nodded when he saw that the other party had no intention of objecting.

The two walked up the stairs, and the wooden stairs creaked slightly as the shoes stepped on them.

"James cares about you very much." Sirius whispered, "I think there is no doubt about it?" They had come to the corridor on the second floor, and happened to see the two people sitting opposite each other on the sofa, but they didn't expect the other person to look up at them ——The enemies of the student days are staring at each other firmly and are deeply wary.

"I don't mean to blame anything." Harry said, he looked at the people below like Sirius—the two people below, any one of them, was incomparably important to him.

Sirius didn't comment on this sentence, he said directly: "Harry, since you are aware of the current situation, you should also plan for the next step, right?"

"of course."

"May I know?"

"...Of course, of course," said Harry, "I'm not going to have him."

Sirius seemed to be quiet for two or three seconds. "Unexpected," he commented.

Harry smiled.

"James probably won't be happy," Sirius added.

"It's not going to make people happy no matter how it goes," said Harry objectively.

"Harry," Sirius said suddenly, "do you know that it is a kind of compromise for James to stay here after knowing the truth? We have had too many things with Snape, and we can't cover them up. I can't forget it either."

Harry said nothing.

"Harry, have you noticed in the mirror how much you look like Lily? You are as kind, just as righteous, have the same pair of green eyes, and even the general outline is very similar..." Sirius' faint voice came from the side Come.

Harry turned his head. "Yes, I noticed. So what?"

"Nothing," said Sirius, "I suppose you know better than we do how much Snape loves Lily?"

Harry's lips moved.

"He seems to love you just as much." Sirius said slowly, "just like he loved Lily back then."

Harry was completely silent.

Sirius and James were not going to stay at the enemy's house for lunch, so the two decisively left the house near the sewage river at the last moment before lunch.

The owner of the house was able to enjoy a simple, but at least quiet, lunch.

After the meal, Harry couldn't bear the drowsiness and went upstairs first.He was lying on the bed, in a daze, and the darkness like a thick fog enveloped him.He stood blankly for a while, then walked towards the place where there was a faint light ahead.

a little bit, a little bit...

An old, dirty and abandoned room appeared in front of his eyes.

The windows of this house were decayed, and the half curtains were dragged to the floor, gathering a thick layer of dust.The wooden floor was rotten, and it made an unbearable sound when stepped on lightly.Harry was feeling a bit overwhelmed when he suddenly noticed someone lying on the floor of the room.As he walked forward, the man lying on the floor suddenly turned to look at him——

"S——" Harry woke up with a start!

"Harry?" Snape, who was pressing the doorknob to leave the room, turned his head.

Harry stared blankly at Snape for a while, then said in a daze, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."

But Snape was not relieved by this, he came to Harry's bedside, frowned and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's all right," Harry said with certainty when he came to his senses.

Snape looked at Harry for a long time, and he nodded slightly: "You've slept almost all afternoon, get up, we can have dinner now."

"Fast day," Harry murmured, "give me five minutes and I'll be down."

"Hmm." Snape left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Only then did Harry clenched his teeth, and grabbed his left arm violently with a distorted face.

There, there was a piece of skin that was in severe pain like a fire, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

Voldemort is calling his minions!

He couldn't get the names of places, but he could feel...he could feel a location glowing in the dark.

—he can pass!

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99. Interlude...

But what can we do in the past?Kill Voldemort?

The hotness and squirming in Harry's heart were quickly quenched by the cold water representing reason.He rubbed his face, completely put aside the unrealistic desires in his heart, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then got dressed and went downstairs.

But there was an unexpected guest in the living room, looking at Snape like a fighting cock—well, it was James?Potter—a guest who just came in this morning.

If you want to say what Harry is most troubled at the moment, it is undoubtedly the Potter family.Walking down the stairs, Harry was so surprised that he almost slipped and fell down the stairs when he saw someone who shouldn't be here at all.

The two people who were sitting on the sofa watching Harry walk down changed their colors almost at the same time, and the levitating spells shot from different angles hit Harry indiscriminately, forcing the former savior who had stabilized himself to hold on to the handrail to save himself. Avoid sudden levitation.

He dispelled the spell for himself: "Professor... er, James?" Harry believed that Snape would never invite James to Spider's End.

Snape did answer.He had a gloomy face: "The connection of the fireplace has not been released in time."

James sneered beside him: "If Harry wasn't here, I wouldn't have come if you invited me, Snape."

"I wish I could," Snape said coldly.

James turned to Harry decisively and said, "Harry, listen to me, you can't stay here - at least not now!"

Before Harry could speak, Snape flew into a rage.Even for the sake of Harry's face, he was unwilling to maintain even superficial restraint: "James? Potter, this is my house! It's not a place for you to give orders!"

James ignored it completely, and he even took two steps toward Harry: "Harry, go back to Godric's Hollow for a while! Lily and El miss you so much—"

Coldness and sharpness quickly gathered in Snape's eyes, forming a silent storm in an instant.

The chandelier on the zenith swayed from side to side, interlacing light and shadow.

The three people in the living room each occupied a position. Harry beside the stairs was silent for a few seconds. He asked James, "If I don't go back, won't they miss me?"

This is almost directly questioning whether James wants to threaten with family affection.He also fully expressed his attitude.

Snape's expression softened a little, he came to Harry's side, and took Harry's hand that had been resting on the armrest.

Harry shivered slightly, but didn't struggle.But Snape immediately realized something was wrong, the hand he was holding was not only dripping with sweat, but also trembling slightly...

James, who was in a hurry, was slightly startled. He looked at Harry, then at Snape, and said in a deep voice, "We are sincerely for you, Harry."

"I've always believed it," said Harry, lowering his eyes a little, his eyes fell on his left arm, then moved to the palm he was holding with Snape, and turned gentle again, "but I want to know Answer."

"...You still remember the time before the Ministry of Magic's interrogation." James said, his face was a little ugly, but there was no hesitation in his tone, "I said, no matter what you do, you can always Go back, it will always be your home."

The answer wasn't unexpected, but Harry relaxed all of a sudden: "Okay, let's go."

"Back to Godric's Hollow?" James didn't turn.

"No, James, believe me, I always knew what I was doing - we're going to Dumbledore's," said Harry, raising his left hand, "Voldemort is punishing his servants - but I have An idea." He paused, "Just need to verify..."

The meeting with Dumbledore was of course in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts. I have to say that for the vast majority of professors, Hogwarts is more important than their residences outside, no matter in terms of time or other perspectives. Said, are more called 'home'.

The silverware on the table was belching silver smoke.Harry sat in a comfortable armchair, his left sleeve rolled up, revealing the ugly black mark of skull and snake branded on his arm.

It has been a long time since the first summoning, and Voldemort probably felt tired of it, so he stopped the unilateral punishment, and Harry introduced the function of the mark and his idea quite calmly - using the Dark Mark to explore Voldemort's collection The time and place of the Contract Party, especially what they do secretly.

The headmaster's room was quiet.

Dumbledore spoke first: "You can try it." His eyes fell on Harry's arm, "But we have to make sure that this mark is the same as the one he put on other Death Eaters - and Voldemort can't pass the mark Know your exact location."

Harry really didn't think about this for a while, he looked at his arm suspiciously: "Voldemort... shouldn't be able to cast such magic on the Dark Mark, right?"

Of course such things cannot be judged by 'should' or 'should not'.Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and several detection spells fell on Harry's arm.Then he looked at the light emerging from the tip of the staff in thought.

James and Snape, who understood what Dumbledore meant, were a little dissatisfied.But the difference between the two lies in this: Snape kept this opinion in his heart calmly, with an indifferent expression on the surface; while James couldn't help but said: "I think our direction is a little bit off." ?”

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he emphasized, "For safety's sake, we shouldn't ban students under certain conditions—" James noticed that Harry was about to speak, and immediately glanced sternly at Harry's stomach ( Harry really froze this time), "Don't you know the severity of the adventure?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry, Harry looked at Snape, and Snape pretended not to see, arms crossed.

There was a brief, awkward silence.

Dumbledore made a decisive decision, and with an ambiguous "that makes sense", he drove out all the people in the room.

Harry and James looked at each other outside the principal's room, and Harry coughed dryly: "The professor and I will go back first—"

"Let's go to Godric's Hollow, Harry." James said immediately, still not giving up his efforts.

"No, it's still—"

"Go." Snape said suddenly.

"Professor?" Harry was a little taken aback.

"It's an invitation, isn't it?" Snape said flatly, looking at James.

James managed to hold up a smile, and hastily looked away from Snape's face, fearing that he would be unable to help pulling out his wand two seconds later: "Of course, it's an invitation, and you are invited."

The atmosphere between the two is a bit strange, but it is not surprising. In fact, the deadly enemies of the student days are standing together again ten years later, so the atmosphere is not strange.

Luckily the way the wizarding world moves is always convenient most of the time, so Harry inevitably breathed a sigh of relief when the three of them Apparated straight to their destination.

James, who was tense and pretended to be smiling, relaxed a lot at this moment. He opened the door and called out loudly, "Lily, El?"

"Mom is in the kitchen." Il, who was sitting in the living room, glanced casually at James, then turned his head straight away, "Harry?"

"El." Harry greeted with a smile.

Il jumped up from the sofa, ran over a few steps and punched Harry on the shoulder (Snape and James both seemed to want to pull Il away), "Merlin, you haven't heard from me for the whole holiday ! I thought where did you go again!"

"Nowhere." Harry replied vaguely.

Il didn't care too much, anyway, he was used to the secrets of his special brother from the very beginning of the relationship, and he invited Harry with his arms: "You came just in time, let's play Quidditch against each other."

Quidditch?Harry's heart skipped a beat, but his rationality made him decline, "Should we eat soon?"

"It's just warming up." Il said enthusiastically, pulling Harry to go outside.

But James pulled Il away with a stern face: "Don't make trouble, go and help your mother prepare dinner."

Il stared at James angrily and puzzled, but James quickly threw Il into the kitchen with his hands and feet, then turned around and came out, pulling Harry to the study and closing the door cleanly.

The two were relatively speechless.

Harry cleared his throat, "James..." He didn't go on, because James interrupted him irritably, "I think your answer is the same as this morning, don't you? You like Snape, and you're going to He's together, even if he looks like he's cheating on you?"

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he simply followed James' words and said, "Yes, even if he just pretends to be deceiving me."

James looked as if he had been hit hard with a sap: "... Well, I want to say, Snape..." He gritted his teeth countless times, and said insincerely, "When I chased Lily is kind of caring too, I think if he really likes you—if he does—maybe...not bad." He said the last three words in a low, low, slurred voice.

Harry hadn't expected James to say that to himself.He was stunned for a moment, a little touched, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

James breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had let go of a heavy burden, and he continued to ask, "Sirius said you don't plan to have children? Is that your idea or Snape's?"

"Mine," said Harry.

James was obviously expecting Harry to say it was Snape's - no doubt, then he could confidently edit Snape's or not - and he couldn't hide his disappointment: "Is that so? I Hope you think about it."

Harry said nothing.

James rubbed his forehead: "You're worried about Voldemort, aren't you?"

Harry was still silent.

James glanced at Harry, and he suddenly said: "Muggles may find it strange, but in the wizarding world, you must know that although your situation is rare, everyone is used to it—and generally speaking , that is a manifestation of the wizard's powerful magic power."

Unable to play dumb this time, Harry said, "I know, I'm just not used to it, and..."

"Voldemort?" James said flatly, "Harry, sometimes I think your thinking is very strange," he stopped Harry who was still about to speak, "I, Sirius, Dumbledore... the sacrifices of these people Let you grieve, but it's been a long time, hasn't it? Voldemort was actually killed by you once. And now, you will sacrifice another innocent life for the memory of the past-and it's up to you Do it with your own hands? Just for your own personal satisfaction—your desire to take on Voldemort?"

"You're going to regret it, Harry," James asserted. "You have no idea what a child really is."

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100. Dinner and photos…

This dinner was exceptionally quiet.

Lily wanted to say something at first, but she took the initiative to pick up several topics. After both James and Harry ate without saying a word, she also closed her mouth and only looked at James suspiciously from time to time. Tom or Harry - of course, very occasionally, she would look at Snape with a complex, slightly alienated look.

Snape was well aware of this.He felt regret, but more of a sigh of relief.

As Potter said—of course, he loathed Potter, hated Potter, but at least he was right in saying one thing—he was not suitable to have anything more than ordinary friends with Lily.Whether for Harry or for Lily.

...that's really ugly.

"Professor?" A small voice came from beside him.

Snape turned his head to meet a pair of worried green eyes.

There was a movement in his heart, as gentle and gentle as the ripples on the surface of a calm lake.He shook his head slightly, telling Harry it was okay, and telling himself: I just made a choice.

A choice you will never regret.

When dinner was over, Lily asked Snape and Harry to stay a little longer with undeniable forcefulness - it was obvious that she wanted to have a good talk with Harry.Similarly, Il, who was bored by a quiet dinner, did not give up and proposed a two-person Quidditch confrontation again, insisting on a match with Harry.

James, who had just finished persuading Harry, had one head and two big ones, and he was about to find an excuse when he suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Lily, haven't you been packing your things these two days?"

"It's not too late to clean up after Harry is gone." Lily gave James a puzzled look.

"No, no, wait." Said James ran up the stairs twice, and came down with a pile of things in less than 2 minutes.

"What is this?" Il took the top photo and looked at it curiously.

"When you were a child." James said proudly, "It was so cute back then. If you took it out for a walk, everyone wanted to hug you. Now—" he looked at Il, hesitating for a while, "I've grown up."

Earl rolled his eyes.

The little baby holding the balloon in the photo also rolled his eyes and spit bubbles at him.

"Stupid..." El muttered, "Is this me?" He was a little skeptical.

James didn't change his face: "I'm also doubting this, you were so cute at that time—"

Lily couldn't help laughing, she glanced at the photo, then took what James was holding and put it on the coffee table: "That was when you were one and a half years old... Let me see... you were just born!" Lily One of them was drawn.

Il leaned over to look curiously, and pulled Harry who was sitting next to him by the way.

Although he knew what James was thinking, out of a certain degree of curiosity, Harry didn't refuse, and followed suit.

A baby with wrinkled skin and wrinkled face is curled up in the crib, its eyes are closed into a slit, its fist is raised next to its mouth, and there is a little glistening liquid at the corner of the mouth...

"Red-skinned monkey?" Yi Er was the first to question.

James no longer expected to hear anything good from El, and he looked at Harry expectantly.

Lily also looked at Harry with a smile.

Harry hesitated for a long time, then he coughed twice in embarrassment: "I think, too... um..."

Yi Er burst out laughing: "I'll just say it, red-skinned monkey! Everyone thinks so!"

"That's you." James said grumpily, "Red Monkey!—Lily, look at these pictures of you and Harry, I've been meaning to show them, I—" He looked left and right, "Me and the nose —Snape—”

James held Snape's shoulders with the fearless spirit of holding a slug, and said with a stiff smile, "Go and do other things."

Snape also looked like he was being held by the slug.

But the two eventually left side by side.

Yi Er stared blankly at the two people who left: "Uh...they, before, didn't get along well—wasn't it good?"

Lily gave Harry a surprised look, as if to say 'You are amazing' (Harry wanted to show that it was not his fault, and at this moment he was full of sympathy, but he didn't know whether to sympathize with James or Snape), Then he said to Yi Er with a straight face: "At that time, your father was just like you."

"Same as what?" Yi Er didn't understand.

"It didn't grow up at all." Lily said angrily, she dug out some photos and showed them to Il and Harry.

"Let me see, just born... three months... one year old... two years old... three months... three years old... when you cast your first magic with a toy wand... your first magic Riot... By the way, you will call mom and dad once..."

"That's the first word I could say?" An animated series of brightly colored photographs looks like a movie skit, faithfully documented.Yi Er was a little unconcerned at first, but after watching it for a long time, he was gradually attracted, and now he is eager to find more photos that record his past.

"No, the first thing you'll say is the Quaffle," said Lily sullenly.

"Why?" Il was puzzled. He felt that although he liked Quidditch, he probably didn't like it to that extent, did he?

"Because your silly dad wasn't selected by the Quidditch team in that part, and he was so frustrated, he kept chanting this in your ear every day..." Lily gritted her teeth as she spoke.

Yi Er was stunned, and then pondered: "If you put it this way, the second word I will say should be..." He glanced at Lily cautiously.

"Lily?"

"Lily?"

Harry's and Earl's voices overlapped.

Lily blushed a little, coughed in embarrassment, lowered her head and continued to search for things on the coffee table.

Harry and El smiled at each other.

Il handed the photos to Harry one by one: "I really didn't know I had so many photos, isn't it not easy to take pictures?"

Lily smiled slightly: "For you, what's not easy?"

Harry thought back to the past.Il scratched his cheek in embarrassment, and turned to the photo of the first successful magic spell: "I remember this, it was in October 1986..." He was a little unsure.

Harry next to him took a look: "October 10."

"That's right!" Yi Er slapped his hands, and then asked strangely, "How do you know?"

Harry just smiled and didn't explain, he couldn't say that he was actually outside that day, and he was almost treated like a little mouse by Sirius, right?

And Il