[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon - Chapter 14

There are always many regrets in life. In Severus Snape’s life, perhaps this one event has taken away almost all of his obsessions to live in the future.

I understand this, and I didn’t show any surprise when I saw the three children show panic and a little moved expressions. Before coming to Hogwarts, Harry and I had gone to Godric’s Hollow once to see his parents’ tomb and their former home, and by the way, we learned a little about James Potter’s once-a-little jerk.

Of course, he was just a little bastard, and he changed a lot when he was in the sixth and seventh grades – perhaps because that time happened to be the peak of the Dark Lord’s power, and his changes were almost visible to the naked eye.

After telling Harry about this, I think he started to review Potions more and more. By the way, Hagrid and I found some photos over the years and gave them to him under the pretext of Christmas present.

My Christmas was at school, as always, and instead of following the owl, I went to Gryffindor’s tower and handed it to Harry.

“Merry Christmas dear.”

Harry, who also had a present for me in his hand, also smiled brightly when he saw me: “Hogwarts at Christmas is so beautiful.”

“There are more beautiful ones.”

I blinked, took the box of chocolates he gave me and gestured: “Go back and open it again.”

“Oh, alright, Irina, I also got one that can be invisible this time…”

“Don’t say this kind of thing, just use it well.”

I saw his “how do you know” look on his face and smiled directly: “Your dad seems to have been using this to steal food from the kitchen, I’ve been in Hufflepuff for two more years than you, of course I know some Little gossip. Speaking of which, do you want to come to the kitchen to take a look?”

“kitchen?”

“Otherwise, how did the things at the dinner party come from?”

I took his hand and smiled directly: “I haven’t come to see you much this semester, you won’t blame me, will you?”

“How come, I know you’re busy.”

Harry, who had already touched my notes, showed a bitter face, but soon laughed: “Irina, you are really good.”

“Yeah, I also think I’m super powerful.”

I grinned as I listened to Harry talk about his first term at Hogwarts, about his fun with Gryffindor, the friction and adventures with Ron and Hermione.

Sounds really good.

I saw the fruit mural in the kitchen, scratched the pear above and the door opened with a horde of house-elves inside.

Hogwarts house-elves are no different from normal ones, but I understand that there are individual differences between them. For example, the freshly squeezed orange juice that I love, only a little elf called Zaza can make it without astringency.

“Wow, these are…”

“House-elf.”

I nodded at them before explaining: “They cook for us, tidy up the towers and dormitories, clean the classrooms, and are absolute housekeepers.”

“Yes, Miss Evans, thank you for your compliment.”

It seems that because we are considered neighbors, the house-elf will not show too much excitement to the Hufflepuff students, and after bowing restrained and politely, Zaza brings me a glass of orange juice: ” What else do you need, Miss Evans?”

“This is my brother, Harry Potter, and I think you should know him.”

“I’m famous here too?”

“Otherwise? You are not famous in the world of ordinary people, are you happy?”

“Of course.”

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked back at me, laughing with me: “Okay everyone, I’m here with Irina today, are there any delicious cookies?”

“Do you want salty or sweet?”

“It’s sweet.”

A house elf next to him took the initiative to hand over a plate of creamy finger biscuits—seriously, these small snacks are prepared in the kitchen, because students may come over at any time when they are hungry.

Adolescence is a really scary thing.

Three meals a day and a late night snack are nothing. Cedric’s group of Quidditch players is too much. Basically, they get hungry every four hours, and they have at least four meals a day in addition to sleeping.

I listened to Harry talk about Gryffindor, and Harry listened to me talk about Hufflepuffs, and ended the Christmas afternoon tea with satisfaction after a lot of gossip. The elf gave Harry a small packet of savory and sweet biscuits and a bottle of orange juice for me.

“It’s a really nice place.”

“correct.”

Harry hesitated, then looked at me and said, “By the way, Irina, you know, Nicole LeMay?”

Sure enough, no matter how happy you are, what should come will still come.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the last statement in the last chapter, you can find it, it is not my personal brain hole. Basically, what Rowling wrote has a corresponding correspondence, and you can find a lot in the book.

And James Potter was a little **** until the sixth year, but the seventh year must have grown a lot, otherwise Lily wouldn’t be impressed by him or anything. So my personal guess is that the Dark Lord’s power increased to a peak in sixth grade, and then James Potter grew rapidly. Of course, this does not deny the fact that he is a **** in school╮(￣▽￣”)╭ I understand and agree that Professor Snape will never forgive him, and I have to say that in the first part, Deng, you should just ignore the important things It’s amazing →→

It’s a bit short, anyway, it’s just a matter of fate, let’s make do with it [Hey