[HP] Mrs. Snape

Andrew's eyes widened, and he stared at the pot that was constantly emitting black smoke in distress. How could this be?He obviously followed the recipe strictly, and turned back to the recipe full of oil stains, yes, three grams of pepper, a spoonful of tomato sauce, but the pasta finally presented in the recipe is definitely not black!

"Ahem, Andrew, what are you doing?" Snape flicked his sleeves to disperse the smoke, and the whole kitchen was now enveloped in the acrid smell of smoke.

"Dad!" Andrew seemed to have found a savior, "Can you help me find out what's wrong with this pot of noodles?"

noodle?That black lacquered thing that was baked into charcoal?Snape quickly opened the window to disperse the smoke, "Are you cooking? Where's your mother?"

"Oh, mom is in the orchestra, she said that she might not be home until around nine o'clock tonight, dad, I'm so hungry!" Andrew said dejectedly, clutching his stomach.

"Your mother didn't leave a meal for you?" Snape was a little surprised, making Andrew hungry, Arya would never do such a thing, she would rather get up and cook for the child if she didn't sleep.

"I kept it, but it was knocked over by the raging fire during lunch." Andrew frowned and looked at the trash can, thinking seriously about whether to pick out the food he threw away at noon. The trash bag should be clean, right?

Before he had time to implement it, his father had already made a decision for him. "Okay Andrew, let's go out to eat." Snape held out his wand, and the contents of the pot disappeared.

"Ah, no dad, I don't want to eat outside food, I have been eating microwave food for two months, can you help me make some hot meals, dad I have a bad stomach, I can't eat outside food " Andrew wailed, he didn't like to go out to eat those sticky pizzas and the like, but if he went to a good restaurant and had to change clothes and tie, Andrew felt that it was extremely troublesome.

Snape frowned and looked at the pots and pans on the pot. He had never tried to cook before, and he was not a house-elf!

"Forget it," he thought for a while, "Andrew, follow me." Then he took Andrew to the fireplace and grabbed the floe powder.

"Dad, I don't want to go to the dining room. Dad~" Andrew tugged on Snape's robes to prevent him from walking into the fireplace.

"Andrew, let me go!" Snape flicked his sleeve vigorously, "Are you three years old? Instead of going to the restaurant, come with me to Hogwarts, where there will be house elves cooking for you!"

"Hogwarts!" Hearing this, Andrew immediately threw himself into Snape's arms and hugged his waist, "Dad, are you really going to Hogwarts? Wow! That's great, can you apparate?" ? Apparate!" He'd been fascinated by the spell lately, but Dad wouldn't teach him.

"Andrew! Apparation is not allowed at Hogwarts! I told you! You come first, get the Floo powder, Professor Snape's office at Hogwarts, say!"

"Professor Snape's office at Hogwarts!" Andrew roared, snapped, and disappeared into the fireplace.

When Snape stepped out of the cold fireplace, Andrew was already lying on the shelf along the wall, exclaiming, "Dad, is this your potion collection? I haven't seen many of them."

"Well," Snape snorted, "you still have a lot to learn," knocking on a plate on the table, an elf as tall as Andrew's legs suddenly appeared, Andrew had seen this many times when he was traveling abroad The creature was not very surprised, but just looked at him curiously, "Prepare a lunch with soup and fruit, but no dessert."

"Yes, respectful sir." The house-elf disappeared in an instant.

"Dad, do Hogwarts have house-elves too?" When he was taken by Snape to visit some famous wizards, they usually had one at home.

"Yes, and there's more than one. Andrew put on your shoes!" Snape said, pointing to Andrew's bare feet, Arya had thick blankets everywhere in the house, and what "heating" was there, It's okay for Andrew to run barefoot, but Hogwarts is different, especially the basement.

"Dad, I'm curious. Tell me, if I said 'my dad's office' in the fireplace just now, where would Floo send me?" Andrew curled his legs while holding the sock that Snape had just conjured up. Said.

Snape looked down at the book and said casually, "You can try it next time."

"Well, I think it's probably going nowhere, or there just happens to be a place that sounds like 'my dad's office', and then it happens to have a fireplace there, and it's a Ministry-registered fireplace."

Andrew picked up the dinner plate brought by the house elf, scooped up a tablespoon of soup, blew gently twice, and put it in his mouth gracefully.After swallowing everything in his mouth, he said: "Although this is unlikely, I want to try, Dad, can you be by my side then? If I go to a strange place, you can Get me back."

"May I be your house elf?" Snape said leisurely, leaning on the back of the chair, watching Andrew eat even a simple meal as elegantly as if he was attending a dinner party, and nodded with satisfaction in his heart.

"No, you are my father, my dearest father." Andrew said with a grin.

Hearing that, Snape smiled, yes, he is his father, so he would think of him first when he needed help, and he firmly believed in his heart that his father could help him solve any problems.

Gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin scented by house elves, Andrew expressed that he was full, and after strolling around his father's office, he leaned on the armrest of Snape's chair and said, "Dad, I can stay here?"

"Huh? Don't want to go home?" Snape said without looking up at the book in his hand.

"I don't want to. I'm alone when I go home. Michael was sent to a cram school by Mrs. Cook, and my mother is not here. Daddy, I'm here to accompany you, okay?" Andrew nestled at Snape's feet and raised his head cutely. .

"If you behave well." Snape was unmoved, still staring at his book, "I can take you around the castle, but!"

"I know Dad!" Andrew assured with his right hand raised, "No but, I will be obedient and not run around, and I will follow behind you like a little tail!"

"Slap" patted Andrew's head with the book, and Snape scolded, "Don't be weird!"

Andrew didn't care, he still smirked, and simply lay on his father's lap, begging: "Dad, let's go for a walk, I need to digest after eating, and the weather is so good today, Dad, let's go for a walk, this pair Our bodies are good."

Snape looked clearly at Andrew who was looking up expectantly, and glared at him, but still put down the book, threw a thick cloak to Andrew and said, "Put it on!"

Andrew was so happy, he put on his robe and trotted behind his father like a groundhog, "Dad, your office is in the basement?"

"Um"

"Is this the classroom where you study? How big is it? Haha, Dad, this is the quill we bought together in France."

As soon as the two of them came out of the potion classroom, they met a figure who had just flashed out from behind a small door.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." The man bent over and said respectfully to Snape.Looking up and seeing Andrew behind Snape, his eyes widened immediately, as if he was about to start yelling at Andrew. He might regard himself as an unruly student, Andrew looked at him with a malicious smile and thought.

"Good afternoon, Filch. Greetings, Andrew." Snape said before Filch could speak, and waved his head to signal Andrew to come forward.

"Hi, Mr. Filch, nice to meet you." Andrew stretched out his right hand with a warm smile on his face, "I'm Andrew, Dad took me to visit Hogwarts today, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Oh," Filch was a little dazed. He didn't know whether it was because of Andrew's "Dad" or Andrew's polite and gentle attitude, "You, hello." He grabbed Andrew's hand and shook it violently.

"Wow, little cat, what beautiful eyes, Dad, it is exactly the same as Romeo's eyes, so beautiful, what's its name, Mr. Filch?" Andrew looked at the cat in Filch's arms with shining eyes , he wanted to have a cat for a long time, but his father and mother disagreed, thinking that it was enough for him to have a bear.

"It's her, little Mr. Snape," Filch said with a much better attitude, even a smile on his face, lovingly stroking the cat's raised back, "Her name is Mrs. Norris."

"Hello, Mrs. Norris." Andrew looked down at Mrs. Norris' eyes like light bulbs, "Nice to see you, me, can I touch her?" He raised his head and prayed in his eyes, Looking at Filch.

"Oh, of course, of course, Mr. Snape." Filch bent down and carefully placed Mrs. Norris in front of Andrew. "Meow, meow," Andrew stroked Norris gently. Madam's chin, meowing like a cat meowing.

"Andrew, let's go!" Snape, who had been standing by the side without making a sound, called.

"Oh, good dad." Andrew hurriedly stretched out his hand and said goodbye to Filch with a smile, "Goodbye Mr. Filch, goodbye Mrs. Norris, meow, goodbye, Dad, wait for me!" Trotted to catch up and left Snape grabbed his hand and tilted his head back, giggling.

Snape couldn't help but slapped Andrew on the head, the little smart guy.But at a place Andrew didn't notice, Snape's wand hidden in his sleeve flashed at Filch not far away, and the thin administrator's fawning smile froze immediately, until Snape and his son disappeared In the basement, he seemed to wake up from a dream, looked around blankly, and murmured in a low voice: "Hey, why am I here? Who passed by just now?"

Snape led Andrew out of the hall, and went all the way to the greenhouse behind the castle. Sprout had already gone home for Christmas, and she left Snape with a key to the greenhouse, asking him to take care of it.

Snape didn't stay in the first greenhouse, and went directly to the second greenhouse, "Andrew, there are some magic plants here that you need to study seriously!"

Well, Andrew had no choice but to give up the wonderful and beautiful magic academy exploration trip he had imagined, and calm down and follow his father to learn some new magical plants.He knew most of the plants in it. The father and son took the test and recited the attributes of the plants they encountered, and the afternoon passed quickly.

After coming out of the greenhouse, Andrew felt a little unfulfilled. He liked this kind of stressful learning method. At school, he always found it very boring. He was already familiar with the knowledge taught by the teachers, but his mother refused to let him skip grades.

"You see school as your rest and entertainment time, and after school every day is your real reading time." Mom said.

Of course, except for two or three hours of boring classes, going to school is quite interesting. He and Michael formed a football team and won the championship in the London City Junior Competition; he also invented some small robots, but did not participate in the competition. , because Dad said some parts he used magic, well, he can't control it all the time...

Every afternoon after school is his real study time. His father is very strict in class and does not allow him to make any mistakes. Moreover, Andrew found that as he grows up, his father has higher and higher demands on him. At first, as long as the potion was brewed successfully or the spell was cast according to the content in the book, Dad would be very satisfied.

But now, his father asked him to think about it, and asked him to find a more convenient and effective method than the books. Andrew felt that what he did might not be good enough. Although his mother said that he was already great, his father was a little dissatisfied...

Until dinner, Andrew was thinking about the aconitum he saw just now. Aconitum blooms on the night of the full moon. As we all know, the night of the full moon is also the time when the werewolf transforms. Will the aconitum that blooms during the full moon have any effect on werewolves?However, Andrew carefully recalled the formula of the wolf drug he had read in his father's notes, but did not find any trace of aconitum?Maybe he can try?

"Huh?" When Andrew told Snape his thoughts, he thought for a while and said, "The function of aconitum is known to be local anesthesia, and most of the effects of the wolf drug are to make the effect of the transformation period The werewolf is basically incapacitated, maybe you can try."

With his father's approval, Andrew tapped the plate with a spoon excitedly, his big eyes narrowed a little.

"Eat quickly! Pick up Bear from Hagrid later!" Snape glanced at Andrew and said in a low voice.

"Hey? Dad, did you take the bear to Mr. Hagrid?" Andrew knew Hagrid. Every Christmas, his mother would always prepare a gift for Hagrid. This year's gift was still wrapped by him. The whole family went on a trip. It was Hagrid who took care of Bear and Romeo most of the time.

Snape led Andrew through the corridors and the large lawn of the castle until they arrived at the edge of the deep and dark Forbidden Forest. He heard that there lived unicorns, centaurs, and many unknown magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off it. Looking at this mysterious forest, "ah," I didn't look at the road and bumped into my father.

Snape gave him a stern look, then knocked on the door of the stone room.

"Oh, Professor Snape, are you here to look for Xiong Xiong? Please come in." A tall giant appeared in front of them, and in Andrew's eyes, the extremely tall father was as big as a child in front of this person, "Huh? You must be Andrew." Hagrid looked at Andrew with a smile in his small black eyes, "Thank you for the Christmas gift, Fangya is so happy." Christmas cards are always signed with the names of Andrew and Arya, and send What Hagrid was given was a very strong teething ball.

"Hey, thank you for the gift Hagrid, I've never seen such a beautiful unicorn hair." Different from Filch's wariness and flattery just now, Andrew's tone at this moment is full of enthusiasm and intimacy, as if Self-taught, Andrew has an innate knowledge of how to make those around him happy.

Looking at the child who was already sitting at the table with Hagrid and nibbling rock cakes intimately, Snape felt that Andrew was still influenced by Arya in many aspects, and Arya was also like this, she understood human nature very well and was good at observing people , For who can get close and who should stay away, the mother and son seem to be born with a looking glass, which can always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Arya didn't want Andrew to do this. She told him that she had to be sensitive to everyone because of her childhood experience, but Andrew didn't need it. She always wanted her son to be a carefree and happy prince, but, Snape looked at his son softly, thinking that Arya had forgotten that the little prince would become king one day.

After Andrew came to the school a few times, almost all the Hogwarts teachers knew that their colleague, the head of Slytherin, Professor Snape, had a cute, polite and intelligent son.Of course, as for the fact that he had a son but was not married, conservative teachers were always talking about it in private...

The students are all home for the holidays, and the teachers don't have much to do. They are happy to find a chance to have a cup of tea with cute little Andrew.So, after putting Andrew in school, Snape rarely saw him a day.

For a while, he cultivated new magical plants with Professor Sprout in the greenhouse, and ran back to the basement covered in mud; for a while, he discussed with Professor McGonagall the problems he encountered in transfiguration with a thick notebook, For example, he can now turn plants or animals into static things, such as turning a beetle into a button, but how to turn a real button into a beetle?Not just one beetle, but a real beetle that can run and crawl!

What he likes most is following Hagrid, because Hagrid will always show him a lot of novel "little furries"...

Professor Flitwick even praised Andrew's talent for conjuring at the teachers' dinner table, "He is only ten years old and can already cast a perfect flock of birds! And he uses an ordinary children's wand! Severus, you His son is a genius!"

At that time Snape smiled very reservedly, and said slowly to the little head of Ravenclaw, "Professor Flitwick, it is undeniable that Andrew does have some small talents in magic spells, but it is far from a genius." He still needs to work hard on this word, Andrew, don't pick out the meat! Eat it!" Snape yelled at Andrew beside him!

This kid joined an "Animal Protection Association" at school last semester, and since then he has declared that he doesn't eat meat, "because we eat animal carcasses!" He shouted at his parents at the time , in exchange for a slap from his father on the back of his head.

Andrew wrinkled his small face and rolled a piece of chicken with a fork as if he was eating a piece of chicken. He carefully put it in his mouth, and kept looking at his father, hoping that he would change his mind, but his father's strong and unquestionable gaze It made him succumb, and in the end he could only chew bitterly, with an expression on his face that was about to cry.

"Oh, Andrew," Dumbledore put down his knife and fork, looked at him and said gently, "Your father is right, picky eating is not a good habit."

"But, the animals are all eaten by us. We kill them and eat them." Andrew peeked at his still serious father with a mournful face.

"Hmph! Those weird Muggle theories again!" Snape snorted.

"Dad, you are discriminatory!" Andrew yelled, "Mom said that all people are created equal! As long as the theory is correct, there is no distinction between ordinary people and wizards!"

As soon as Andrew finished speaking, there was no sound at the dining table. The professors who were still smiling at the bickering between the father and son looked at Andrew in surprise.

Did you say the wrong thing?Andrew looked at everyone's faces with some fear, why did everyone look at him so seriously, "Dad, Dad," subconsciously, he leaned towards Snape for protection.

Snape didn't seem to notice the behavior of his colleagues, he still looked at Andrew sternly and said: "You are sophistry. Regardless of what your mother said, your point of view is wrong! Some animals should be eaten by humans by nature. Drop, this is the value of their life! Andrew, let's discuss this issue tonight, how about eating now?"

Andrew felt that what his father said was wrong, but for a moment he couldn't find any evidence to refute it, so he could only pout and knock on the plate, "But I can't eat Dad. I feel uncomfortable."

"Why didn't you say you were sick when you ate turkey at Christmas, I remember you said it was delicious."

"That's why you lied to me that turkeys grow from trees!" Andrew got angry when he mentioned this!

"Pfft!" Professor Sprout covered his mouth and bent over laughing, and the others tried their best to hold back their laughter.

In fact, it was Arya's idea. When Andrew refused to eat meat, he asked Arya what to do with some concern, "Just tell him it was picked from a tree," Arya relaxed. He shrugged freely, "Anyway, he won't recognize what it is after it's cooked."

Snape also tried his best to hold back his smile, transferred the chicken from Andrew's plate to his own plate, then rolled some chopped bacon that couldn't be seen in the original shape, put it on Andrew's plate, and said very seriously : "Yes, yes, of course it grows from a tree, you can ask your mother, eat this, it is dug out from the soil."

Andrew was a little skeptical, but he felt relieved when he thought that his mother had said the same thing, and ate bacon fried rice with his head down.

Above Andrew's head, several professors held back their smiles and looked at Snape in amazement. Snape shrugged helplessly. There was nothing he could do but coax the child to eat first.

"Andrew," Dumbledore said suddenly, "I heard from Professor McGonagall that you wanted to turn buttons into beetles, didn't you?"

Andrew nodded vigorously with his greasy mouth. Professor McGonagall said that it is not very possible, because it is possible to turn a living thing into a still life, but turning a still life into a living thing, and it can still move, will give it life. This is impossible. do it.

"Perhaps you can come to my office in the afternoon. Before becoming the principal of Hogwarts, I was also a teacher of Transfiguration." Dumbledore said with a smile, blinking behind his semicircular glasses.

"Really?" Andrew shouted excitedly, "Great, thank you, professor, um," turning his head to look at Dad, "Dad, can I take care of this afternoon's potion at night? I'll stop watching for a while TV, okay?"

Snape glanced at Dumbledore, whose expression remained unchanged, then looked down into Andrew's expectant eyes, and finally nodded.

At night, the lights are on

"Back?" Arya stood quietly in front of the fireplace, as if she had been standing there for a long time.

"Yeah." Snape hugged the child and nodded. Andrew had already fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he insisted on finishing the batch of potions before coming back. "I must do what I promised!" Andrew said, Even though he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open, he still rubbed his eyes hard and stood straight in front of the table.

Put the baby on the bed with Snape, "Mommy, pajamas." Andrew murmured with half-opened eyes.

"Well, yes, Andrew. Your father will change your pajamas for you. Go to sleep, my little prince." Arya gently rubbed Andrew's hair and whispered.

"So, Dumbledore finally took the initiative to find Andrew this afternoon? What did they talk about?" Arya asked softly, handing Snape a glass of wine who had just come downstairs.

"Andrew said it was about his Animal Protection Association, and taught Andrew some transformation skills." Snape sipped the red wine in his glass, and the two stood by the window together, looking at the dimly lit street outside the window.

"You said, is it really right for us to do this?" After a while, Arya said softly.

Snape didn't answer, and looked out of the window like Arya, with a hoarse voice like gravel: "I don't know, maybe it's right, maybe it's wrong, but we have to do it, Arya, it's for Andrew."

"Yes, for Andrew." Arya's voice was like a whisper, "So, this summer, will the savior Harry Potter really be enrolled?"

"There is no suspense in this." Snape's face twitched when he heard Harry Potter's name, "Dumbledore will not allow any mistakes in this matter."

"And you? What would Dumbledore ask you to do?"

"Me? I don't know," Snape recalled the night that made him lose all hope. Even now, thinking about it still hurts, "I don't know," shaking his head slightly, as if deepening his determination .

"Then you will protect Andrew no matter what, won't you?" Arya's gaze suddenly became sharp, "At any time and under any circumstances, you will put Andrew's safety first, right? "

"Of course!" Snape did not hesitate, "I can give everything for Andrew!"

Arya was satisfied, she clinked glasses with Snape tacitly, the crisp sound of the glass resounded in the silent night, and the moonlight shone on the two standing side by side.

After so many years, the two have become more and more tacit understanding. In many cases, they don't even need to say a word, they already understand each other's thoughts. This is a rainy day, Arya said to herself in her heart, just like she and Severus As I said when I made this plan, it's all for Andrew!

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Sorry, something happened yesterday and I didn't update it in time. I will double update today to make up for yesterday's share.

Regarding Andrew's learning level, this setting is actually relatively normal compared to the Snape family. I remember that Black said in the original book that the professor knew more spells than half of the students in the seventh grade when he first entered school.That is to say, the professor must have received a certain amount of preschool education before entering school, so there is no doubt that he treats his son according to his own growth experience and learning progress.Moreover, Andrew is different from the professor. The learning environment of the professor can be imagined. As for him, he grew up under the hard-working and serious education of his father...

Arya and Snape are two people with high IQs. Considering genetics, in most cases, their children have higher IQs than ordinary people, and Andrew has been receiving systematic magic education since he was four years old. When he entered school, he had already studied magic for nearly seven or eight years!His teacher was still Professor Snape!In seven or eight years, even a child with an average IQ can learn more deeply, let alone Andrew.

And when Andrew was studying with his father, what were the children of the same age doing?Think about Ron and Neville in the original book... Ordinary wizard children hardly received any preschool education before entering school... In this way, although they both entered school at the age of 11, they were really not at the same level... …

Before writing, I checked the children's education in the UK roughly, and found that in the UK, the class thing really exists, and it has been forced to classify since childhood. If nothing else, let's talk about the middle class with the largest number of people. Even the middle class is divided into elite middle class, ordinary middle class, and lower middle class. The elite middle class is mainly lawyers, politicians, well-known journalists, university professors, doctors, etc., and the ordinary middle class is generally the police, teachers, ordinary employees, small Mainly farmers, etc., while the lower middle class is generally workers, service personnel, etc.Of course, this is mainly the situation in the 80s when the professor and Alia lived, but even now, some research and data show that this gap has not narrowed, and even has a tendency to gradually increase in some aspects...

The children of the elite class went to private preparatory schools when they were young. When other children enjoyed a happy and carefree childhood, their lives were actually similar to Andrew’s. Heavy homework, ballet, cricket, Latin, etc. , travel...then go to public school, and go to famous colleges in schools like Oxford and Cambridge, like Trinity...while they are learning to read in Latin, ordinary children of the same age are playing in the playground, even Some can't even spell the words.

Arya was born in a higher class than the middle class. The Dashwood family and the Philip family belong to the nobles. They have a large area of ​​land and value the continuation of blood, and the boarding school Arya attended is not accessible to ordinary people. ...But Arya is just a different kind of family to their family, but that way of life must have affected her and Andrew, have you noticed that although in the early days, Arya and the professor often had conflicts, but But there has never been a disagreement on Andrew's education, because Alia agrees with the professor's almost high-pressure education method...

Well, so many miscellaneous things, what I want to say is that under the careful training of Arya and Snape, coupled with Andrew's own IQ, Andrew's magical ability not only exceeds that of children of the same age before entering school, but even In some respects, the amount of knowledge he has mastered is far better than that of some graduates... After all, Hogwarts is not a public school like Harrow or Eton that only selects elite talents. It is more like an ordinary comprehensive middle school. Here, It is possible to produce people like Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Hermione, Harry and even Voldemort, and there are also people who can't even use a weapon except you even after graduation...

Well, there will be another update at about nine o'clock~~~~~~