[HP] Mrs. Snape

After returning home in a state of embarrassment with the child in her arms, Arya realized that she had one foot bare, her shoes had fallen off at some point, and she only had a thin pajamas on her body, and the coat she put on had long since disappeared. , and she didn't even feel a trace of cold.

Andrew had already fallen asleep. After drinking the bottle of medicine, his complexion had returned to normal, and his small body was curled up in his mother's arms, sleeping soundly.

Arya leaned tightly against Andrew's small body, and the milk-scented breath filled her nose. She didn't want to leave Andrew for half a step. Only in this way could the fear in her heart be calmed down.

Everything was so sudden, everything happened so suddenly in a short day, Arya couldn't figure out what to do, a completely strange world opened up before her eyes, and the most frightening thing was that she didn't know what to do with this world. Know nothing.

Alia suddenly felt that she had made a mistake, she shouldn't have promised that strange man to save Andrew today!She couldn't confirm his good intentions, it was too rash.

Clinging tightly to Andrew, the warmth of the child's body made Arya's thinking clearer. What she has to do now is to understand the magical world as quickly as possible. It must be the fastest. Andrew's body must not make any mistakes, but... How to achieve your goal?

Arya thought about it before closing her weary eyes.

The next day, Arya was woken up by the deafening ringing of the phone, but before she got up, Andrew had already climbed to the bedside table and answered the phone.

"Hello, this is the home of Alia and Andrew. I'm Andrew. Who are you looking for?" Andrew said seriously, pretending to be a little adult, with his face tensed.He loves answering the phone.Because he thinks it's something grown-ups can do.

"Oh, look for Alia, she is my mother. Sir, wait a moment, may I call her right away? Mom, mom" Andrew covered the phone receiver with his small hand, imitating the kind of whispering on TV He called his mother who was behind him in a tone of voice, "Mom, answer the phone quickly, it's Mr. Ted."

"Huh?" Arya quickly got up and answered the phone that Andrew handed over. "Mr. Ted?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry yesterday, something urgent, yes, I know, oh my god, it's already nine o'clock, sorry, I'm late," Mr. Ted on the other end of the phone was furious, Ellie's first day at work yesterday Ya dropped everything and ran away, and was late again today, really irresponsible!

Alia apologized again and again, "Well, like this, Mr. Ted, I went to school today, and I may not be able to continue this job anymore, yes, I am really sorry, er, I will talk to Mr. Principal personally, yes Yes, it's not your problem, it's me, it's my own problem, I'm really sorry for the inconvenience caused, right..."

After hanging up the phone, Andrew lay on his mother's body, curled his fingers to play with his mother's long hair, and asked, "Mom, aren't you going to work?"

"Well," he lifted Andrew high while lying on his back, and said with a smile, "That's right, mom isn't going to work anymore!"

Knowing that his mother could be with him without going to work, Andrew was obviously happier. He hummed happily all morning, showed a sweet smile at his mother, and even twisted his little one unconsciously while reading a book. ass dancing...

Arya also felt a little relieved, and she regretted that something like this happened after only one day away from the child.Now that she has no job, she has to re-plan the source of income for the mother and son in the future.

After going to school and resigning from her one-day job, Arya took the children to the reserved tea house, which was the place where Snape had made an appointment before leaving yesterday.

The teahouse is located next to the zoo in the city center. Alia would sit here for a while after taking Andrew to the zoo every time. The afternoon tea at their house was quite in line with the appetites of the mother and son.

"Wow, Mom, it's so rich!" Andrew looked at the dazzling array of desserts on the three-tiered silver tray in front of him, even though he was amazed, his waist was still straight, which was the etiquette Arya called him.Today Arya specially put on a suit, leather shoes and a bow tie for him, like a miniature gentleman.

"Because we have guests today! Baby," Arya said, looking up from the menu, "I want Darjeeling, Andrew, what about you?"

Andrew agreed with a "wow" and imitated his mother's way of flipping through the big list. Alia would bring the children here every now and then. He was already familiar with the process, "Like my mother, mine needs to be filled with milk. Oh," Andrew said to the waiter politely.

Arya kept her chin on her hands, smiling and watching Andrew pretending to be a little adult. The three-headed body with a serious expression is so cute.

"Hey, Mom!" Andrew pouted and protested.

"Enn, I'm sorry, Andrew," Arya quickly put away her bad taste, straightened her back, sat down gracefully, and continued the topic with Andrew just now: "There will be guests coming later, and Andrew will treat them well. Bar?"

"Of course," Little Andrew raised his head even higher, "This is my responsibility!"

Arya wanted to laugh again, but she held it back abruptly. She paid great attention to maintaining Andrew's dignity.

"Mom, can I have some of this later?" Andrew asked in a low voice, referring to the macaron.

He had already eaten a piece of cake this morning, usually Arya would not allow it, but today is obviously an exception, isn't it?

"Hello, Mr. Snape." Arya saw the man who pushed the door and entered, and quickly stood up to greet him, "Please."

This Mr. Snape was still wearing the black robe from yesterday, and he walked into the teahouse aggressively as if he was on the battlefield. His gloomy face seemed to be quarreling instead of keeping an appointment, which caused the waiters and people beside him to look sideways.

Arya didn't seem to see it, she still smiled and greeted without changing her face, while Andrew frowned obviously.

He looked down at the little suit and tie on his body, and at the black robe on the opposite guest, with some disgust showing on his small face.

"Andrew," Arya lowered her head and cast a stern look at her son, "polite!"

Arya loves her children very much, but she never condones key issues. Politeness is one of her most basic requirements for Andrew.You can feel wrong about some things, but you can't be rude!

Sure enough, Andrew quickly lowered his head and looked at his mother timidly, expressing that he knew his mistake, while Arya tilted her head, expressing that she would let him remedy it by herself.

"Dear sir, hello, nice to meet you again, isn't the weather really nice today?" Little Andrew immediately squeezed out a warm smile, and said to Mr. Snape.

Arya quickly turned sideways to cover her mouth, her shoulders twitched uncontrollably, where did she learn this?Serious like a little old man.

But here Andrew and Snape have already chatted with each other. Arya was surprised to hear their topic change from today's weather to the tea in front of them, and that Mr. Snape really had the patience to talk to him. Andrew's polite greetings.

"Yeah." Arya cleared her throat, interrupted the two of them, and said to Snape with a smile: "Mr. Snape, I haven't formally thanked you for your help yesterday."

Snape's eyes scanned Arya through the curtain of hair, and she almost couldn't maintain the politeness on her face. This man, when he wanted to, seemed to be able to control the atmosphere of the audience.

"You're welcome, Miss Dashwood." Arya's heart couldn't help tightening up in her low, emotionless voice, and her little temptation seemed to be seen through.

"Is there anything else I can do for Miss Dashwood?" Snape looked at Arya sharply, as if he could see into her heart. Arya felt a pain in her head, as if suddenly I really want someone to flip through things in my brain, are you too tired these days?Hastily shook his head slightly, looking at the sallow-faced man opposite.

This Snape made her very uneasy.

"Well," but she can only turn to this person now, "I think, what happened yesterday has already troubled you, I'm sorry to bother you any more, can you tell us where Saint, Saint Mungo is, or If you tell me where to go, I will be grateful to you."

Snape's dangerous eyes narrowed. He seemed a little uncertain about the authenticity of Arya's words. He only heard him say: "It seems that Miss Dashwood already has her own plan?"

Arya forced a smile and said, "After all, I've been bothering you, Andrew and I will be very sorry."

I saw Snape twitching the corner of his mouth, it should be considered a smile, right?"It's an honor," he said.

This is a promise, and Arya took a long breath in her heart. Dealing with this person is more uncomfortable than her nominal father, Mr. Dashwood.

His eyes were too cold, and Arya didn't see anything that belonged to warmth. The only thing she wanted now was to stay away from him after finding a way to treat Andrew.

"Is Miss Dashwood English?"

"Oh, yes, I have been growing up in England." Arya even replied with some trepidation.

She felt that her memory seemed to be a bit biased. She vaguely remembered that she thought this person was just a nerd at the time, and the money bag that appeared out of nowhere made her have to be extremely vigilant. Just in case, she immediately took the newborn Andrew away Arya left London, and now, this man was sitting in front of her eyes, and the pores of Arya's whole body were exploding, saying "dangerous" to herself!

"But," just as Arya bowed her head to cut a sandwich for Andrew, Snape's voice sounded again leisurely, "forgive my presumptuousness, Miss Dashwood, you cannot enter St. Mungo's without a wand. Oh, of course, I must be worrying too much about this point, after all, we met for the first time in that bar, didn't we?"

Arya was taken aback for a moment, damn it, it's a matter of course that she should know, like playing a charade!She hates being controlled by others and having no information.

Her mind was spinning rapidly, and Arya admitted in frustration that she knew that Snape was testing her, but she couldn't do anything about it!

Adding thick milk to Andrew's tea, Arya lowered her head slightly, bit her lower lip helplessly and said pitifully, "I, I didn't know that I was, um, a wizard. It wasn't that Andrew had a magic riot that day, it should be the word? The two people in robes told me that I thought this ability..."

She clasped her fingers together, looked at Snape beggingly, and said in a tone as if she was about to cry: "Mr. Snape, please, I, those two people said they were employees of the Ministry of Magic, and I dealt with this kind of accident, but I Before I had time to ask, they disappeared, and there was nothing I could do. Andrew’s situation was too urgent at the time, he was unconscious, and the fever would not go away. The doctor had already issued a critical illness notice for me. I, I remembered For you, that day, that night you showed me that, the stick just like them, I, I can only beg you, sir. I can't let Andrew suffer like that again, I can't lose him! Please, Mr Snape."

If there was some acting in the beginning, but at the end, Arya's tears flowed down involuntarily. Andrew, her Andrew that night, lay in her arms like a lifeless rag doll, in pain I can't say anything.She can't let this happen again!For Andrew, she would rather give everything!

Snape looked down at the hands that were gripping his hand so tightly that it even made Snape feel a little pain.

But those white hands were like grabbing a piece of life-saving driftwood in the sea, clung tightly, refusing to let go, those green eyes begged him with tears, Snape felt a little bit Dazed, did Lili beg like this before, begging that person to let her son go, begging others to save her son... just like this woman, begging with tears in her eyes, just to save her son, Also, his son too...

"Mom, mother..." The child's cry woke Snape up, and he withdrew his hand as quickly as if he had encountered a snake. The woman was brought almost to the ground, but she didn't seem to realize it, and quickly She straightened up, hugged her son, and comforted her softly.

Arya's heart was clenched at the moment, "I'm sorry, Andrew, mom didn't mean it, mom is fine, it's fine, don't worry."

Andrew was terrified by his mother's tears just now. He dropped his favorite dessert, threw himself into his mother's arms, and sobbed, "Mom, don't cry, Mom."

"Okay, okay, mom won't cry," Arya put the child on her lap and kept stroking his back. After a while, Andrew calmed down, and gently wiped the child's tears while Explained: "Andrew, mom was not injured. Mom couldn't help shedding tears because she remembered how sick you were that night. I'm sorry, mom scared you."

Andrew stood on the sofa, put his arms around his mother's neck, put his face on his mother's face, and said seriously: "Mom, Andrew is not sick anymore, mother don't feel bad, Andrew eats and sleeps well, and doesn't let himself get sick."

"Oh, baby, mommy's little baby," Arya was instantly healed, how lucky she was to have a little angel like Andrew.

Arya kissed Andrew's chubby little face, and from the corner of her eye, Snape looked at her and Andrew with a blank expression on the opposite side, and quickly realized that she seemed to have forgotten this guest, and apologized to Snape He smiled gently, patted Andrew's little butt, and whispered, "Andrew, we still have guests."

Andrew didn't let go of his mother's neck. He just turned his head to look at the guest with a bad face, curled his lips, and then reluctantly let go and sat down. But this time he didn't want to go back to his seat. He leaned against his mother's side and tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes.

In the following time, the atmosphere was a little silent, only the sound of knives and forks and Andrew's occasional "humming" sound was heard. This was a special way of communication between him and his mother. Whenever Andrew was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk, but wanted to When he wanted to ask his mother for help, he would make such a sound to get her attention, but Arya always knew what Andrew really wanted.

Afternoon tea ended quickly in this unfriendly atmosphere. Snape on the opposite side wiped his mouth gracefully, nodded to Andrew and Arya one by one, and said: "Then two days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, here meet."

Arya looked up at the still expressionless Snape in surprise, this?Was it a promise to take her to St. Mungo's?She thought... She thought this person would not agree, after all, she rejected his kindness, didn't she?And it seemed that Snape was not a forgiving person.

However, he actually agreed!

Until the final farewell, Arya was also immersed in a joyful mood. She rejected Snape's suggestion to treat Andrew, and today was not a very pleasant meeting, but unexpectedly achieved what she wanted. The desired result, anyway, the most important thing now is Andrew's health!

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