[HP] Mrs. Snape

All afternoon, Andrew felt restless. He was very worried that his father would quarrel with the headmaster, and it was very likely that his father's appearance was his own fault. Moreover, Professor Dumbledore was also kind enough to help him, so he shouldn't be treated like this. treat.And no matter how kind the principal is, he is also my father's superior. You should respect your superiors, especially a great wizard like Professor Dumbledore. This is what my mother said. I hope my father can control his emotions...

Andrew didn't know what his father and Dumbledore talked about in the principal's office that afternoon. He only knew that when he returned to the potions professor's office after class, his father told him sternly that no more experiments on the death curse were allowed!And without waiting for him to explain, his father actually contacted his mother in front of him, and told his mother everything he had done in the past few days.

"Andrew!" Arya's face turned pale with fright in the double-sided mirror, and she almost screamed with a voice that could break the glass: "How could you do such a dangerous thing! And you still hide it from me and your father I just said why you suddenly became interested in the stories of ghosts and ghosts, and asked me to buy you a book! Andrew, you must not do this in the future, do you know! God, God, oh, I, God," Ellie Ya covered her heart and shouted: "Fortunately, your father found out, my God, Andrew, I can't imagine, if... oh, Sev, Sev, you must keep an eye on Andrew!"

Andrew didn't understand why his parents didn't support him, obviously Professor Dumbledore was very interested.

"Imagine, kid, if Michael suddenly appeared in front of you with a gun and said, 'Andrew, let's see if we can stop the bullet?' and he shot you in the face, what would you do?" Arya, who took a long time to calm down, said so.

Well, Andrew felt that he understood a little bit.

"And your father is right, Andrew," Arya said with the same serious expression as Snape, "this is a very, very dangerous thing, you should not continue, child, it is not father and mother who hinder you Research, except you're only 12 now."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Andrew yelled at his mother with his mouth flattened, drawing warning eyes from his father.

"Mom understands, Andrew," Arya said still softly, "Think about it, if your lifespan is 100 years old, then there are still 88 years of research time for you, how many things can you do with these 88 years?" But now you are for such a dangerous thing, if something happens to you, you are only 12 years old, and you may not have the next 88 years. When your own knowledge reserve is not rich enough, is it necessary to take this risk? Why not wait a few years and let yourself be completely sure?"

"But Professor Dumbledore?" Andrew thought for a while and accepted his mother's point of view, but the professor obviously supported it.

"It's still the same as before, Andrew, the reason why Professor Dumbledore feels nothing is because he is strong enough at the age of 108, and he knows that he can control this matter, which is why the professor must let you agree to conduct experiments only by his side The reason." Arya held back the anger in her heart and patiently explained to the child: "But Andrew, you tell mom, do you dare to pat your chest and say that you can control the Avada spell? When you or the person next to you casts the Avada spell Can you spare him and yourself from any harm?"

Andrew lowered his head and thought for a while, no, he can't, he only knows this spell, he doesn't even know how to cast it, how can he protect himself and others?

"But mom, I still think my idea is great, it's a pity to give up."

Hearing this, Snape almost slapped him, but fortunately Arya stopped him directly with her eyes on the side of the double-sided mirror, "If you really feel sorry, you can write your thoughts and ideas into a report and submit it to For those who have the strength to study this dangerous project, such as Professor Dumbledore, so that the research results will also have your contribution. Of course, the child remembers to make two copies, and draw up the contract, for example, let him mention it when the paper is published Your name or something."

Arya reminded that although she thinks that Professor Dumbledore is not that kind of person, it is better to teach the child to be prepared for some things in advance than to teach him these things after something happens to him later.

Andrew thought for a moment, then nodded, indicating that this idea is good.

"Of course, Andrew, mom will praise you today." Alia knew that she couldn't just hit the child blindly. "Although you didn't think about it comprehensively, I have to say that you didn't experiment rashly and arbitrarily. , but after understanding the seriousness of the matter, he communicated and discussed with Principal Dumbledore in time, and continued after getting permission. This was done very well, and he also told Dad about it in time. Glad you can do that."

Andrew grinned and touched the back of his head, looking up at his father who looked unclear, feeling a little blushing.

"But in the future, it's best to communicate with Dad first when encountering such things? Andrew, no matter how busy Dad is, he will put your affairs first, remember? You are the most important thing about Dad and Mom. "

Andrew nodded vigorously, "Understood Mom! I will definitely correct it in the future!" Then he turned around and wrapped Snape's leg like a twisted candy, and called coquettishly, "Dad, Dad, can you forgive me? I know I was wrong , I will never do it again in the future, I promise, I will be the first to tell you about any of my experimental projects and ideas, Dad, forgive me, okay? Dad~"

Arya secretly covered her mouth, and looked through the mirror at Severus's pants, which were about to be twisted into a rope by Andrew.

After that, although Snape put on a bad face to Andrew for several days, he still asked Andrew to stay in his office and write the report under his supervision.

A week later, Snape held a thick stack of parchment, looked at the familiar writing on it, and remained silent for a long time.

"Dad, how is it?" Andrew secretly looked at his father's expression. What he said to Professor Dumbledore before was only part of his ideas. Many ideas still need to be verified by experiments. This report almost puts all his ideas on preventing Avada. I have written all the ideas, many of which I think are absurd, but my mother said that sometimes for a scientist who is constantly discovering new things, imagination is sometimes more important than knowledge itself, bold imagination and careful verification.Although he still can't verify it by himself, Andrew still wants to provide Professor Dumbledore with some more reliable ideas...

"Very imaginative." See, Dad thinks so too, Andrew can't help but pouted in frustration, Dad also thinks it's impossible, right?

Snape's deep eyes looked at Xiaoxuan on top of his son's head. At this moment, he felt a sense of pride in his heart. Look, this is his son!

In fact, Snape, who is familiar with Avada, thinks this report is more than imaginative. Although many ideas are a bit immature, such as wearing a dress full of powerful rebound spells, some of them can be said to directly point to the problem. The core, for example, soul and brain, which one does Avada hurt?

"Come with me," Snape looked softly at his disturbed son.

"Dad, uh, professor," Andrew quickly changed his words as soon as he walked out of the office door, "do you think Headmaster Dumbledore will accept it?"

"I don't know." Snape said deliberately, Dumbledore would definitely accept this report, and he would allow Andrew to study it by himself!But Snape doesn't want to make Andrew too complacent now, Arya is too gentle with Andrew, and Andrew should be somewhat frustrated and educated.

"Pile of cockroaches." Andrew looked down at the thick stack of reports anxiously and said.Dad stood behind him and said that he would not say a word, and he had to do everything by himself.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's me, Andrew, and Professor Snape are here to visit you." Andrew knocked on the door politely, and after getting permission, he slowly entered this round office that he loved very much. The portraits of Andrew are very familiar to Andrew. They smiled and nodded to Andrew. In the past, Andrew would chat with them for a while, but today, Andrew secretly wiped the sweat from his hands on his robe to show his solemnity. , he put on his best robes.

"Good afternoon, professor. Can I spare you some time?" Andrew calmed down his anxiety in the gentle eyes of Principal Dumbledore. This was the first time he had negotiated with someone, and he was also the greatest wizard.

Dumbledore smiled and listened to Andrew's narration, leaned back on the chair and laughed: "So, Andrew, you mean that you are temporarily unable to study the death curse yourself, and you entrust me to continue this project. The requirement is that if there is any result, Need to add your name after my name?"

"Well, professor, you don't need to write my name in the author column, you can at most mention me in the thank you speech. After all, I just provided an idea, and the main implementer is you, professor. Of course, if you If you are willing to accept this proposal. I personally think this is a breakthrough, think about it, if you really crack Avada, how many people will be saved from the harm of the war." Andrew straightened his back and tried hard to imitate his father's usual class He straightened his face, and said very seriously: "Of course, if you need help, I will be obliged."

"Oh," Dumbledore saw Andrew pursing his lips nervously, and his expression relaxed just now. He lowered his head and flipped through the nearly 50 pages of the report. Assuming that there are no more examples, and even the source of reference books, it can be seen that the child is really doing this seriously.Glancing at Snape who had been leaning against the corner without saying a word since he entered the door, Dumbledore's tone was much more serious than before, "Andrew, that's it. I can't decide now, I have to study you first. Yes, um, report and give you an answer, okay?"

Andrew was determined, as long as the professor agreed to read the report, he nodded with a stiff neck: "Well, of course, professor. This is a normal procedure, then professor, I will not bother you, and I look forward to your reply."

He took off his hat to Dumbledore, and Andrew politely took his leave. Before he walked out of the principal's office, he heard a portrait of the former principal say loudly: "Look, these are our Slytherin students!" His The tone is full of pride!

Looking at Andrew who was blushing suddenly, Dumbledore and Snape both smiled and exchanged a look veiledly.

"Then the headmaster is taking his leave." Snape said the first words he came to the headmaster's office today.

"Dad, what do you think? Will Professor Dumbledore agree?" Andrew asked quietly after the wall closed behind him.

"Not necessarily, Andrew, you have to be mentally prepared." Snape still didn't intend to give the child a clear answer, and looked at Andrew, who was bowing his head and thinking, with flickering eyes, and said lightly.

"Potter! What are you doing here!" Andrew was startled by his father's sudden yell, and suddenly looked up to see Harry Potter, the savior, running in a hurry in the corridor.

Potter's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards them quickly, "I want to see Professor Dumbledore! It's Mr. Crouch, he appeared...he's in the woods..."

Crouch?Judge of the Triwizard Tournament? "Isn't Mr. Crouch sick?" Andrew remembered the report in the Daily Prophet.

"He's in the woods. He said he wanted to remind the principal..." Potter seemed really anxious. Seeing his father glaring at Potter fiercely and trying to reprimand him, Andrew immediately stepped aside from the door and turned to the other side. The statue yelled, "Cockroach push!"

The door opened slowly, and Potter rushed up the steps, almost bumping into the headmaster who was about to walk out the door, "What's wrong? Something went wrong?" the headmaster asked looking at Potter.

"Professor!" Potter's voice was sharp, "Mr. Crouch is here—in the forest, and he wants to talk to you!"

"Severus," said the headmaster, the matter seemed serious, watching his father quickly follow behind the headmaster along the corridor, Andrew wanted to follow, but his father said "Go back, Andrew! Go back to the dormitory and don't run around." !” Forced to stop.

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