I Teach Ninjutsu At Hogwarts

The young man glanced at Harry and then walked towards the house.

Harry followed the young man until he came to the living room.

The furnishings in the living room are extremely simple. Apart from a long table and a few chairs, there are only coffee tables and dining tables.

Harry looked at the furnishings in the living room, and he knew that this was the home of Christopher Sneed, and the room they were in was the master bedroom of Christopher Sneed.

"Welcome." The young man walked to the door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in!" A vigorous and powerful voice came from inside.

"Come in!" The young man twisted the key to open the door and welcomed Harry in.

Harry followed the young man into the door and saw an old man standing in front of the window. His back looked very lonely and lonely, which made Harry's nose suddenly feel a little sour and his eyes became hot.

"Mr. Christopher, I brought Mr. Harry." The young man walked to Christopher Sneed and said respectfully.

"Okay, you go out first." Christopher Sneed heard the young man's voice, and then slowly turned around.

Harry looked at Christopher Sneed and found that he was a very lean old man with a jagged frame and a pale face. He looked as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Harry knew that he must be a very seriously ill person, but he had survived it for so many years, so why did he fall ill again this year?

Could it be that he has been studying this painting during this period and turned himself into a vegetative state?

Harry looked at Christopher Sneed, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Christopher," Harry called.

Christopher Sneed turned to look at Harry. Looking at Harry's bright eyes, Christopher Sneed couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"I'm sorry, my memory can't be restored, I don't know you!" Christopher Sneed said, "Please forgive me for being rude."

"No, I can understand." Harry said after hearing this, "You can't help it if you don't know me. I just hope that we can meet like before."

(acfg) "Why did you come here?" Christopher Sneed asked in confusion after hearing this.

"Because I want to meet a friend, he is in New York." Harry said.

"Who is it?" Christopher Sneed asked after hearing this. He looked at Harry, the expression on his face was still cold, but there was a trace of doubt in the depths of his eyes.

He knew he was kidding Harry.

If Harry really came to see him, then it was impossible for him to have no impression at all, because he already had all his memories and emotions in his mind.

After so many years, he had already remembered everything about Harry. No matter what Harry looked like, he could recognize Harry at a glance.

Unfortunately, Harry did not recognize him.

Harry was silent for a moment after hearing the words, and then said: "I'm afraid this is not appropriate."

"I know who you are, your name is Harry Potter." Christopher Sneed looked at Harry and said, "I know my deeds with you and what happened at Stanford College."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said, looking at Christopher Sneed.

When Christopher Sneed heard this, the corner of his mouth curved with a trace of ridicule: "You know what your name means in our place."