The years of welding at Hogwarts

So, as long as Draco didn't hold out too much hope, there would naturally be no disappointment.

Only Ron was still as childish as ever.

Ron, with a look of "I win this time", smugly made a face at Draco who was leaving, but the next second he heard the old bat's cold and ruthless voice.

"Why, Weasley, do you think your level of Potions is so advanced that you can brew potions without serious study?

Perhaps it was because after today's classes were over, he could take Shirley back to Spinner's End, and that annoying little brat would be taken away by Professor McGonagall.

Snape, in a good mood, wasn't even as sharp-tongued as he used to be.

He just said lightly without any emotion: "Disrespecting the professor and disrupting class discipline will result in Gryffindor deducting five points."

Ron's face almost turned green.

If he could defeat Snape, he would have rushed up and had a good talk with him.

……

The next day, the students, who had been looking forward to the holiday for a long time, packed their luggage the night before.

On the train platform of Hogsmeade village, Shirley smiled and hugged her best friend, surrounded by a bustling crowd of students waiting to board the train.

"Don't forget to write to me during the holidays. I'll come to your house and we'll go shopping on that Oxford Street you mentioned."

Hermione looked at her best friend and the words that were about to come out of her mouth suddenly stopped.

She originally wanted to say that she should go to Shirley's house when the time comes, after all, she had never seen what a wizard's private house looked like.

But when the little beaver thought that Shirley's father was Professor Snape, he swallowed the words silently.

No one wants to face teachers at school during the holidays.

What's more, Snape is ranked first on the list of the most unpopular professors in Hogwarts.

So she just nodded silently, "Okay, see you then."

A loud whistle blew and the Hogwarts Express drifted away to the rhythmic sound of "Pants, Pants".

Watching the huge train gradually shrinking into a blurry shadow, Shirley reluctantly withdrew her gaze from the train.

She held Snape's broad and warm hand and looked up at her kind old father.

"We go home."

Looking at his daughter's surprisingly green almond eyes, Snape's eyes were full of doting and happiness.

"Okay, let's go home."

But the next second, he was no longer happy.

"Hey, where's Noah?"

Shirley glanced around the now empty platform, but couldn't find Noah anywhere. She and her father were the only two people on the huge stand.

"He was clearly still here just now."

Hearing the name that he least wanted to hear coming out of his daughter's mouth, a dark aura representing resentment faintly emanated from Snape's head.

But when his daughter turned his eyes to him, Snape, as a master of emotional management, fully demonstrated the excellent face-changing speed that a face-changer should have.

He smiled brightly almost instantly.

"He has some things to take care of. After that, he will go directly to Minerva's place to spend the Christmas holiday, so he won't be with us."

At the thought of not seeing that bastard for the entire holiday, Snape was so excited that he almost took off from Wuhu on the spot.

"Well, this guy is always mysterious."

The girl's cheeks were puffed up with anger. She stomped hard on the ground, and her black calfskin boots made a dull sound as they collided with the ground.

Snape felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Her daughter was obviously curious about the boy who lived under the same roof with her but was full of secrets.

This won't work.

Because most love begins with one person being curious about another person.

He tried his best to control himself from thinking about those messy things, such as Shirley getting married in the future, marrying other boys and having children and so on.

During the holidays, you should enjoy yourself.

It's just that it's a very difficult thing to control.

After all, Shirley will grow up. Once Shirley reaches the age of falling in love, he, as an old father, will inevitably have to face things that he doesn't want to face.

Ahhh, it’s so annoying!

When he thought of this, Snape could hardly control his expression.

As if she noticed her father's hands trembling, Shirley raised her head in surprise.

Before Shirley's eyes touched his face, the Face Changer reacted extremely quickly to control his facial expression, and his hands no longer trembled due to emotional excitement.

"What's wrong?" Snape looked at his precious daughter lovingly. "Little princess?"

"Can we go to Hogsmeade and buy some candy before we go home?"

There was a hint of embarrassment in Snape's eyes. Was his daughter going to buy a pile of cockroaches again?

Fortunately, Shirley's next words gave him great relief.

"I heard from Hermione that they have a delicious

Ice cream, called Haagen-Dazs, I wonder if Honeydukes sells it.”

A thoughtful look also appeared on Snape's face. "Probably... no?"

Since he often buys desserts for Shirley, he is now a regular customer of Honeydukes Candy Store. He remembers every kind of candy in the candy store, but he has never heard of Haagen-Dazs.

"Muggle ice cream should be bought in the Muggle world."

"When you go see Miss Granger, ask her where to buy it. Now, shall I buy you some other candy?"

Shirley cheered, "I want to eat a pile of cockroaches!"

Snape couldn't help but frown again.

Asiba!

You inherently evil old Dumbledore! I will personally...

Chapter 139 Is it difficult for one person to eat kilograms of pineapple a day?

Birmingham, UK.

As the setting sun hanging in the sky gradually tilts, the light provided by this star that emits endless light and heat gradually weakens.

As night gradually falls, street lamps are turned on, making the city brightly lit.

Neon lights flash colorfully in the dark night.

SHIELD headquarters, Triskelion Building.

Although it was late at night, the building standing on the banks of the Birmingham Canal was still brightly lit.

Rays of light shone through the transparent glass curtain wall on the surface of the building, and vaguely one could see a group of young men and women holding documents and walking hurriedly.

As an invisible private intelligence organization, the building was disguised as the office building of a trading company.

And it does run some import and export businesses, and the bank account statements and import and export cargo lists are all real.

There may be a few less important items missing from the import and export list, but the tax paid will definitely not be reduced by a penny.

This will not cause any unnecessary doubts about this magnificent office building.

The office on the top floor of the building.

Noah was lying on a soft lounge chair on the balcony, looking up at the dark night above his head, his eyes blank, not knowing what he was thinking.

The stars that should have been twinkling in the night sky have become invisible due to severe light pollution.

Soon, footsteps were heard behind him.

Noah didn't look back, but just gently shook the glass in his hand, "Would you like some water?"

Gwen looked at the glass of water in Noah's hand and raised her eyebrows.

How do you make a glass of ordinary water taste like high-end red wine?

"Can you take this off my neck first..."

Gwen paused at this point, but ultimately was too embarrassed to say the word "collar".

"Can you remove this thing first?"

Noah turned over and looked at Spider-Woman with interest. She was wearing a collar and had a humiliating expression on her face. "That won't work. If you remove this restrictor, you can kill me with one punch."

"Humph."

"Sit wherever you like."

Gwen clenched her fists tightly when she heard Noah's words.

There is only one chair under your butt on the whole balcony! Where do you want me to sit?

Sit on you?

If her weight wasn't up to standard, Gwen swore she would sit on this scumbag to death!

For the first time, Gwen regretted why she was so slim.

If she were a Maus tank, she would like to see if Noah dares to say such things!

After teasing the poor Spider-Woman, Noah put away his mischievous thoughts. After all, he invited her over this time because he had something to discuss.

It would be bad if we force people to run away in anger.

He sat up a little straighter, pulled out the table next to the recliner, and used Transfiguration to transform it into a recliner of the same model, motioning for Gwen to sit down.

Gwen's expression looked slightly better.

But she still didn't sit down, just folded her arms and stared at Noah coldly, "What do you want from me?"

Before Noah could speak, she continued, "I have been cooperating with your researchers in studying the spider serum during this period. When are you going to let me go?"

Although she was very resistant to Hydra's evil behavior, Gwen still chose to believe Noah's nonsense theory of Thanos threat.

Of course, this doesn't mean that she can support Hydra's style of doing things.

Allowing Hydra researchers to collect her blood samples for research on spider serum was the most she could tolerate.

Well, there's actually nothing we can do if she doesn't give in.

After all, her physical condition now is similar to that of a normal person. A group of burly men in white coats tied her to the bed and wanted to draw her blood. Could she still resist?

Rather than suffering in vain, it is better to lie down and let you pick the fruits of your labor.

There is a saying that goes, life is like a strong...

If you can't resist it, then try to enjoy it.

Noah didn't take Gwen's dissatisfaction with Hydra revealed in her tone to heart.

"I came here this time just to discuss this matter with you."

Before Gwen could say anything, Noah raised his hand slightly. The metal collar around her neck was engraved with

The rune suddenly lit up.

The next second, the metal collar came free and fell limply at her feet.

Gwen felt the familiar strength returning to her body.

Ah this...

Spider-Woman, who had just been thinking about how she would kill Noah when she regained her powers, was stunned at this moment.

All those thousands of painful ways of dying that lingered in my mind suddenly vanished.

"What conspiracy are you up to again!"

Gwen took a step back, his muscles tensed, and he was ready for battle.

"I'm not plotting anything, am I?"

Standing up and facing Gwen, Noah spread his hands innocently, "I just want to give you freedom."