[HP] Mrs. Snape

Andrew took Xiong Xiong and found a small corner in Buckbeak's room and sat down. He didn't expect to meet Buckbeak here before. This must be the only happy thing about this summer vacation.

He tore some rat meat and threw it to Buckbeak, patted Xiong Xiong's head to prevent him from eating mice, "Dogs don't take mice, Xiong Xiong!" Andrew scolded, "I'll steal some beef for you later! Be good. "

Although this house used to look splendid, life here is not very affluent now. Mrs. Weasley would complain every day that beef is too expensive and the price of bread has risen. Of course, she would not allow beef to be fed to pets, "this It's your lunch, Andrew!" She pointed to the beef that Andrew was holding and was about to feed.

Well, comfort Xiong Xiong, he hasn't been eating well recently, and he's getting a little restless in the house because he's been suffocating all the time.

"Hi, Andrew." A person flashed out from the door, it was Hermione.

"Hi." Pointing to the small stool next to him with a smile, Andrew continued to pet the bear with his head down.

"Why don't you go down? Fred and George are back, and Harry and Ron are so happy." Hermione asked.

Andrew looked at Hermione with a half-smile, didn't she know the reason?They have different personalities, and Andrew knew it the first time they met. Just like he didn't like Ron and Potter, they didn't like themselves either. Instead of staying together and arguing, it's better to separate, and he doesn't like that kind of noise.

Buckbeak flicked the mouse strips up, Hermione jumped up "Oh" and her clothes were splashed with blood spots, Andrew quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, "Go to my room?"

Hermione agreed.

Andrew lives in a room alone, which is cleaned by Kreacher, the white sheets are changed every day, there is even a small round table decorated with roses in front of the window, and two cups of hot tea are steaming...

Hermione covered her face, "Woo, after seeing your house, I feel that we live so well..."

"It's like a pigsty!" Ginny pushed the door open with a smile, deliberately knocked twice on the door, imitating Kreacher's way of nodding and bowing, and said in a strange voice, "Dear Master Andrew, I Can I come in?"

Andrew and Hermione laughed together, "Come in, come in!" Andrew opened a chair for Ginny and laughed.

"Every time I come here, I feel like a princess!" Ginny took a sip of tea, stepped on the thick carpet under her feet, and smiled while holding the saucer, "Look, there are flowers, oh, there are dewdrops on them , God, should I wear a crown to be worthy of all this!"

Andrew smiled and cut off the multicolored roses in the bottle with small silver scissors, put them on the hair of Ginny and Hermione's ears, looked at them carefully, and said with satisfaction: "Sure enough, flowers should bloom best in beautiful places. In the girl's ear."

Hermione and Ginny covered their mouths and giggled.

"Andrew, are these all the books you read?" Hermione pointed to the thick dictionary-like book on the table, all written in Niru or ancient Latin.

"Yes, it's not very easy to understand. Many words need to be looked up in a dictionary." Andrew took a sip of tea and said lightly. These books were given to him by Dumbledore, and they were all about death curses or souls. Andrew felt that his research on the death curse might be about to make a breakthrough.

Chatting with Hermione and Ginny was very pleasant. Both girls are very intelligent people. Andrew did not shy away from talking to them about his research on Avada, "So do you think the soul is the key to avoiding Avada? ?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, protecting the soul will save life, but the soul is a very mysterious thing. In ancient Egyptian mythology, a person's soul has weight, and it is still the weight that determines whether the person is a good person or a bad person; while in the East In myths and legends, the soul is divided into three souls and seven souls. After death, the body is left behind, and the soul returns to the underworld to go to the next reincarnation and enter a new cycle..."

It wasn't until Mrs. Weasley yelled for dinner downstairs that the three of Andrew stopped talking and walked downstairs together.

Ron and Potter were talking about Sirius, and the twins were excitedly telling Lupine and Tonks about their great achievements. Their new store was very profitable, and they couldn't see them often even during summer vacation; Ping and Tonks sat very close, and they held hands tightly under the table. Andrew winked at them deliberately.

"Andrew, thank you for brewing the wolf.poison.drug.potion," Lupine laughed.Lupine had just passed his full month.

"What? He can boil wolf.poison.drug.potion!" Before Andrew could speak, Ron yelled, "Impossible! He's only 14 years old!"

"In fact, when Andrew is 12 years old, he will be able to boil wolf.poison.drug.potion." A deep voice rang out from the kitchen door. Hearing this, Ron quickly turned green and lowered his head, as if he had hit a ghost.

Andrew jumped up excitedly, and happily called out, "Dad! You're here! Have you had dinner yet?"

Well, Andrew felt a little mean, and he especially enjoyed the twitch of pain on Potter's and his godfather's faces every time he called dad.

Snape seemed to be in a particularly good mood today, and he even smiled at Andrew, not a common smile, but a bright smile with eight teeth showing: "No, Andrew, I think dinner can be eaten later .Well, I think you should meet her."

He smiled and moved away, revealing the slender and slim person hidden behind him.

Andrew's dinner plate fell to the ground with a "snap". He stared straight at the familiar figure with tears rolling in his eyes, but the man remained motionless.

"Andrew?" The soft and familiar voice called to him.Andrew pursed his lips, turned around abruptly, and didn't even look at the figure at the door.

"Andrew, you!" Snape's reprimand was interrupted by Arya. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but she still refused Severus' support, and walked slowly behind Andrew, hugging him gently. Putting the child's head in her arms, she said softly, "Andrew, aren't you happy that mom is back?"

Andrew lost his temper, kicked the table vigorously, struggled to sweep all the dishes around him on the ground, and growled: "Not happy!"

Arya smiled. This awkward child has been like this since she was a child. Whenever something unhappy happens to her, she always likes to lose her temper in front of her. "I'm sorry, Andrew. Mom made you worry. I'm sorry baby." Tight Holding the child tightly, Arya kept talking softly in Andrew's ear. Andrew struggled harder, but his head remained in his mother's arms.

"You promised me, you promised me that you would protect yourself! You promised!" Andrew shouted heartbreakingly while crying.

"Yes, mom promised you that there will be no next time, okay? Mom made Andrew worry, baby, it's okay to cry, mom is here, Andrew, mom is by your side."

Finally, with a "wow", Andrew hugged Arya tightly and cried. He had been worried for a month. He was very afraid that his mother would fall asleep like that forever, and he was worried that his father would do dangerous things again. There's no one he can tell, no...

Arya hugged the child, tears streaming down her eyes, and after a while, Snape interrupted the mother and child and said, "Okay Andrew, your mother is still weak, let her sit down."

With Severus' support, Arya sat stiffly on the soft cushion Sev made. She seemed to have been lying down for too long, and her whole bones were rusty.

Andrew, however, lingered in Arya's arms and refused to get up. Seeing that Severus had sunk his face, Arya smiled and shook his head at him, telling him not to speak. This is not a good time to educate the child.

The child has been persevering after being wronged.Now that the person who can shield him from the wind and rain and make him act like a spoiled child and lose his temper is back, why can't the child be allowed to act recklessly once?

"Molly, thank you," Arya put her arms around Andrew in her arms, and sincerely thanked Mrs. Weasley for taking care of Andrew for a month.

"You're welcome, Arya, it's great that you're back." Molly wiped her eyes, "I'll make another soup, George, Fred, put those things down!"

Arya turned her head to look, and the twins were grinning and making faces at Andrew, making the child in her arms bury her head even tighter.

Smiling at them, and patted Andrew on the shoulder, Arya smiled and said, "Andrew, today is Wednesday."

"So what?" Andrew said in a muffled voice.

"It's Andrew's cake day!" Arya signaled Severus to take it out quickly, "Mum can make it in time, but on the way back, Mom and Dad went to a cake shop, so..."

Andrew raised his head from Alia's arms, looked at the exquisite cake box in front of his father, curled his lips and snorted, and buried his head in his mother's arms again. Alia held back her smile and said, "Then I'll let your father eat it." Yes! Sev, you..."

"No! It belongs to Andrew!" Andrew raised his red face and shouted.

"Okay, okay, it's all yours, Sev, don't move, get up quickly, your father used a warming spell, maybe it's still hot." Andrew got up from Arya's arms, but still held I held my mother's hand and watched as my father opened the box. It was a four-inch cherry pie, and my mother was right, it was still hot.

Pulling in front of him, seeing the faces of Ginny and Hermione who couldn't help laughing, Andrew blushed, but he still lowered his head and ate his own portion of dessert bit by bit. This is his , Mom made it for him alone!

Arya has been watching her son's actions all the time. She touched Andrew's soft hair with a smile, and smiled at Sev before she took the spoon that Sif passed over and drank the pumpkin soup spoon by spoon. My stomach is still a little weak, and I can only eat some liquid food these days.

The joy of the family of three made the eyes of most people at the table almost drop.

Everyone at the table looked at the family in astonishment, especially Snape. Is he really that old bat-like Snape?That man with a gentle smile on his face, making fun of the woman next to him, really hasn't been cast with the Imperius Curse?

Potter was about to bite off the spoon in his mouth; Sirius next to him even spilled the soup on his lap without knowing it, staring at Snape dumbfounded, muttering something about snot; Ron had already buried his head in the soup bowl. He was startled by Snape's sudden appearance just now; The family of three next to the upper two eyes...

Lupine was the only one who was normal. He smiled and said, "Aaliyah, I just heard from Severus yesterday that you woke up. I didn't expect you to recover so well. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Remus." Arya put down the spoon and smiled at Lupin. "The doctor said there was nothing serious, and the only thing left was to recuperate, so I said to Sev, why don't we go home?" , I really miss the child too." Tightening Andrew's hand, Arya said with a smile: "By the way, Remus, how are you doing?"

"Well, good, I feel much better with the potion." Lupine seemed to be in good spirits, at least he didn't have the gloom when we first met, "Thank you also for offering me a job. Arya, I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't say that, Remus, you and Severus are friends, aren't you?" Arya glanced at Severus who had a noncommittal face, smiled and pushed the soup she couldn't finish to his eyes. Lupine said: "Oh, by the way, you don't have to worry too much about the store. Sophie's husband is staying in Hogsmeade these few days, and he can help take care of it."

"Moonface, when are you..." Sirius roared in a low voice, seeing Arya's teasing gaze, he quickly swallowed the next words.

"Mr. Black?" The smile on Alia's face remained unchanged, and she stretched out her hand to Sirius who looked skinny and said with a smile: "I have heard of you for a long time, I often hear Sif mention you, by the way, thank you very much Taking care of Andrew recently."

Reaching out his hand not to hit the smiling face, Sirius stretched out his hand awkwardly and shook it, looked at the godson who had shrunk into a ball, snorted, lowered his head and obediently ate.

Arya was very satisfied with the current atmosphere. She smiled and looked at her son who was eating sweetly, and looked helplessly at the piece of bread in front of her, "I really can't eat any more, Sev."

"Take two bites, you haven't eaten all day, you can only drink soup." Severus insisted.

Well, after only two mouthfuls, my stomach felt sour, I quickly drank some water to suppress it, and the rest of the bread was given to Severus just like the bowl of soup.

After dinner, Molly took Arya to her room, opposite Andrew.

Arya frowned and looked at the room. The dust on the bed was almost a foot thick. Can this live?Severus stood outside the door with his luggage and frowned tightly. If Mrs. Weasley hadn't brought them here, he really thought Black did it on purpose.

"Mom, you and Dad can stay in my room tonight." Andrew suggested.

Arya shook her head, it was only past seven o'clock, and it was still early, so she simply asked Andrew and Severus to roll up their sleeves, remove all the curtains and wallpapers, and let the father and son lift up the mattress together, and carefully inspected After there was nothing under the bed, cast a waterproof spell on all the luggage, Arya and Andrew stood on the cabinet, and let Severus use magic to create water to wash all the walls and floors...

Then put on the green curtains, perfect!

Let's clean up the rest tomorrow, she is really in a bad mood.

The father and son stood by the bed and watched Arya quietly close her eyes, until Arya's even breathing sounded, Snape patted his son's shoulder, cast a silencing spell on the room, and the two retreated quietly come out.

In the corridor, patted Xiong Xiong under his feet, and said solemnly to Andrew: "Then Andrew, I'm leaving, take care of mom, okay?"

"Dad, don't you live here?" Andrew whispered in surprise.

"No, I..." Snape seemed to find it difficult to speak, as if in pain, he struggled for a while, and whispered: "I have work to do, go to sleep, Mrs Weasley said you haven't been How to sleep."

Andrew nodded embarrassingly. He has been very anxious recently, and he can't sleep at night...

Maybe tonight is the most peaceful night I have slept in this month.