Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 484 Snape's Warning
Poisoned?

Harry noticed that when she heard these two words, Mrs. Weasley's eyes turned kind again.

Then he seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this idea.

"Arthur, write to Severus."

"Ask for some good potions." Mrs. Weasley raised her head and said after pondering for a moment.

“They don’t drink seawater.”

"And there's fresh water on the island." Mr. Weasley shook his head.

"Why can't the magic that isolates the sea area temporarily allow some fish to enter?"

"We just need to ask Severus to research a poison that will attach itself to the fish without killing them," Mrs. Weasley said immediately.

All Harry wanted to say was good fellow.

And he now noticed that Mrs. Weasley had changed the way she addressed Snape in advance.

Start calling names directly.

It was a surname before.

"This - is really possible!" Mr. Weasley hurriedly disappeared in front of everyone.

Only the creaking sound of people coming up the stairs not far away remained.

At night, in the garden of the Burrow.

Harry took out his wand and wove a hammock out of weeds, hanging it between the tangled roots of the trees.

Spells after spells drove away annoying mosquitoes and goblins that might suddenly appear.

Harry and Ginny sat in the hammock, looking at the dark green pond at night, and recalled this magical day. "Fortunately, Ron was busy writing letters to his new friends."

"What's her name? Wayne Campbell?" Ginny tucked her fiery red hair.

Harry nodded subconsciously.

His attention was focused on Ginny's angular jawline, which was revealed intentionally or unintentionally, and her youthful masseter muscles.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on her white nose dotted with freckles, making her look particularly beautiful.

"Harry!"

"Harry!" Harry didn't respond until Ginny pushed him.

"what?"

"I mean you put it very well," Harry responded quickly.

Then he hugged her.

It seems that they want to use body language and lip service to replace normal communication.

"What did I just say?" Ginny gently pushed Harry away and pointed a finger at his lips.

Harry pretended to bite, but Ginny dodged it nimbly.

Let out a laugh like a silver bell.

Only then did Harry realize that if he didn't answer the questions well today, Ginny would be the same as Ron in his eyes.

Only simple physical contact and verbal communication are possible.

"Are you saying Mrs. Weasley's ideas are outrageous?"

Ginny shook her head. "Ron will be pissed if he hears this. This was his idea."

Harry knew that this was a euphemism for saying that he was wrong, so he could only frown and ask again, "Are you saying that Ron and I were too reckless? That we shouldn't use the abilities granted by the mirror world?"

"I believe you on this." Ginny still shook her head.

"Are you angry? Because of my reaction to that half-Veela?"

"I knew I shouldn't have told the truth."

"Ron is right sometimes." Harry saw Ginny was silent for a long time after hearing this, and waved his fist in frustration.

"That's a Veela. Even if you're half-blood, it's inevitable that you'll behave like this." Ginny made a face.

She didn't think it was a big deal.

In France, there are many single witches.

And they can't get married because of the Veela.

If it weren't for the old-fashioned bloodline concept of pure-blood wizards, the number of single witches would probably be even higher.

But this is also the main reason why there are too many half-blood wizards (wizards and Muggles) in France. Most of these half-blood wizards have a wizard on their mother's side.

This is also why Grindelwald encountered the greatest resistance in France.

So much so that Paris burned down.

Because most of the wizards here have Muggle relatives.

Harry naturally couldn't hear what Ginny was thinking.

He just thought Ginny was really mad.

She was being sarcastic.

"Ginny, when I first saw you my heart turned into the Quaffle. I am a lousy chaser and I need to spend my whole life searching for you."

"You are the phoenix that sings in my heart, the second heartbeat in my forehead, and the courage that burns in the face of adversity."

So he started talking a lot of sweet words.

Seeing that Ginny still didn't respond, he had to pull out his trump card: "If you were Voldemort, I would also be willing to kiss your invisible lips, caress your wax face, and willingly accept your fleeting green light of love!"

Haha!

Ginny burst out laughing.

"If you don't laugh when you listen to the poem I wrote for you, I'll forgive you." Ginny suppressed her coldness and pretended to be serious.

Harry nodded quickly.

"His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad, and he is as black and handsome as a blackboard. I hope he is mine. He is really handsome and a warrior who conquers the Dark Lord." Ginny closed her eyes and looked in the other direction.

He seemed to be afraid of not being able to hold back his laughter.

“Very good poetry.”

"But, Ginny, do my eyes really look like pickled toads?" Harry was frowning.

Ginny said nothing, her face showing horror.

Harry drew his wand, blocked her off, and turned his head hastily.

It's the vampire Snape!

Big black bat!

Harry, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, created a whirlwind of magic on the spot, and skillfully took Ginny to hide in the blind spot of the other party's sight, and then, "Powder body -"

"It's you, Professor Snape." Harry smiled awkwardly and quickly put his wand back into his pocket.

Pulled Ginny out from behind her ass.

And straightened Ginny's hair that was blown into a mess by the wind.

Damn!

It must have been the croaking of frogs in the pond, masking the crackling sound of Professor Snape Apparating towards him.

There is obviously a Floo Network!

Why do you need to use Apparition?
“Very nice poem!”

"Ms. Weasley." Snape had a blank expression on his face, the muscles on his face twitching with difficulty, and then he uttered these words.

"When did you show up?" Harry swallowed.

"Potter, start from Voldemort and the green light of love." Professor Snape said expressionlessly.

Harry tried to read the expression through his eyes.

But Professor Snape's eyes, as dark as two train tunnels, drowned out everything.

But it was not Harry, not Mr. Potter, but the long, drawn-out voice that Harry had only heard in his first Potions class that showed Professor Snape seemed angry.

“It’s fine now.”

"Voldemort will soon be history."

"Mirror World and Pluto Dragon are not things you should consider."

"Your life does not belong to you alone." Professor Snape forced these words out of his mouth.

He looked at Harry's black hair, then at Ginny's red hair, the corners of his mouth twitched unsightly, and he turned and walked towards the Burrow, which was shining with warm light.

But Harry felt that he was walking into a darkness as deep and bottomless as his black wizard robe.

(End of this chapter)