v6 Chapter 9： Ruthless Sirius
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When he walked out of the room to the living room, William found that most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix had already left.
Professor Snape unexpectedly did not leave, but stood alone in the corner.
He doesn't talk to or get close to other people, as if he inherited Uncle Newt's autism.
But looking at the impatience on his face, he knew that he was not autistic, but suicidal and withdrawn.
Snape was obviously waiting for someone, and the only one who could make him wait here was Professor Dumbledore.
Seeing Snape standing there alone, in order to avoid embarrassment, Mrs. Weasley walked over and politely invited:
"Let's go after dinner, Professor Snape."
"He won't eat here, Jasmine."
Sirius sitting on the sofa, with Erlang's legs crossed, said yin and yang strangely: "The food you cook is not to his taste... What about bat sashimi, he doesn't like to eat the same kind, right?"
"If I make dog meat, I'll consider it." Snape responded coldly.
The two glared at each other again.
Mrs Weasley was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
She just wanted to chat with Professor Snape during dinner about her youngest son Ron's academic performance.
The final grades for several consecutive years have been "P"... After the summer vacation is the OWL year, can Ron be rescued properly?
Otherwise, privately help make up lessons?
However, it was fortunately interrupted by Sirius, otherwise it is likely to get a desperate answer from Snape:
There is no help, the trumpet practice is useless, it is time to consider re-training the trumpet.
What, Ron is the trumpet, and the large is very good, almost full?
It's alright, let it go.
Seeing that Sirius and Snape were about to fight, Mrs. Weasley wondered in her heart as she acted as a peacemaker.
What kind of hatred, what kind of hatred... Could it be that the two hate each other out of love?
Of course Mrs. Weasley did not understand the grievances between the two, otherwise she would not invite Snape to stay for dinner.
The reason is very simple, she has not had much contact with these people before.
age difference.
In terms of kinship, Mrs. Weasley is Sirius' cousin by marriage; Mr. Weasley is the great-grandson of Sirius' great-uncle.
The relatives are already very far away, and they basically do not move around.
When Snape's generation of wizards entered the school, the Weasleys had graduated long ago, and their eldest son Bill was over a year old.
Wizards about the same age as the Weasleys were Bella Black and Rita Skeeter.
Even Malusius was several years younger than Mr. Weasley.
As for Sirius and the others after graduation, the Wizarding War has already broken out, so there is no way to get in touch.
The reason is simpler: The Weasleys are busy making humans.
Since 1972, a Weasley has been born every two or three years.
Mrs. Weasley with a big belly, where can I get in touch with these people.
Not to mention understanding the grievances of their student days.
"Okay, stop arguing." Lupin rubbed his eyebrows. "Little Sirius, please say a few words less."
At this time, Dumbledore came out of the room, he greeted everyone, and quickly left with Snape.
"Snape must have unfinished information. Hmph, it's on our guard." Sirius muttered softly.
"I don't know what Dumbledore thinks!"
Everyone ignored him.
"William, will you eat here?" said Mrs. Weasley expectantly. "You and Hermione saved Ron and Harry again, and I have to thank you both."
Mrs. Weasley regretted that she still wanted to stay with Professor Dumbledore for dinner, so she happened to have a chat with him about student safety.
Why does my son and Harry... always have an accident.
Not a wizarding rumour: Hogwarts is the safest place to be.
Who the **** came out with this?
Spreading rumors...isn't it illegal?
William glanced at Mr. Weasley, then nodded.
Percy's problem, he only brought up with Hermione and Dumbledore.
William certainly would not have spoken directly to Mr Weasley about it, but neither did the Headmaster seem to bring it up.
It seemed to want Mr. Weasley to find out for himself.
Otherwise everyone will be embarrassed.
Hearing that dinner was finally coming, Tonks jumped up from his chair excitedly: "I'm here to help too, I've been so hungry that my chest is on my back!"
It was the first time that William had met him, and he spoke of a flat chest in such a refreshing and refined way.
However, Tonks really spends a lot of money. Her own salary is not enough even for the intelligence fee sent by William... Now that she has no money, she comes to eat food from the Order of the Phoenix every day.
Really scours wool.
Is this the silly badger from Hufflepuff?
Love, love.
"Ouch!"
Tonks, who was too energetic, tripped over the umbrella stand made by the troll and lay on his back on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying, deafening, eerie scream rang out.
A velvet curtain covered with insect eyes was suddenly lifted.
There was a portrait on the wall, an old lady with a black hat, screaming desperately, as if she was being severely beaten.
The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was tensed from screaming.
"Beasts! Bitches! Mudbloods! Dirty and sinful bastards! Get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestor's house—"
Tonks was petrified, she had been scolded like this before.
William snapped his fingers, and the portrait was speechless, as if strangled.
Mrs Weasley came hurriedly and drew the curtain.
Sirius stood up and looked at the woman in the portrait with disgust. "Yes, this is my mother."
"I've been trying to get her off but she seems to have a permanent sticky spell behind the canvas.
William, is there a potion that can give her to Venomous? Anyway, it's just a painting It's better to draw a **** dog in the portrait, chasing her and biting her all day long.
It's really a picture of a mother's kindness and filial piety.
Yes, let Annie add something unique to this painting this summer.
Like... nine suns.
"Where are Anne and Hermione, where have they been?" Sirius asked.
"Clean up upstairs." William looked at the old Brack house.
"That's great, they do all the work, so I don't need to do these chores." Sirius seemed very happy.
"You don't know, I've been cleaning here for half a year."
William was speechless: "You have been cleaning like this for half a year?"
"Oh, don't care about these details, think more about our future journey!" Sirius patted William on the shoulder.
Austria travels a long way, and William and Hermione will use Durmstrang's big ship to enter the Rhine from the North Sea and finally arrive in Austria.
"Where did you park the boat?" William asked.
"The coast of the north coast of England..." Sirius said indifferently.
"Aren't you afraid the Death Eaters will find the ship?" William frowned.
"Impossible, Hagrid is waiting for me on the boat, and..." Sirius whispered:
"There has been a super typhoon over there recently, level 16... It is said that we see each other every 100 years. No wizard can get close to that ship."
"..."
So Hagrid and those Durmstrang students were ruthlessly thrown on board by you?
It's really yours, Sirius!
...
...
(Ask for recommended tickets and monthly tickets, everyone.
Thanks for the rewards of "I won't tell you how to drop", "Little Lion Duck", and "Proverbs Suiyue". )
When he walked out of the room to the living room, William found that most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix had already left.
Professor Snape unexpectedly did not leave, but stood alone in the corner.
He doesn't talk to or get close to other people, as if he inherited Uncle Newt's autism.
But looking at the impatience on his face, he knew that he was not autistic, but suicidal and withdrawn.
Snape was obviously waiting for someone, and the only one who could make him wait here was Professor Dumbledore.
Seeing Snape standing there alone, in order to avoid embarrassment, Mrs. Weasley walked over and politely invited:
"Let's go after dinner, Professor Snape."
"He won't eat here, Jasmine."
Sirius sitting on the sofa, with Erlang's legs crossed, said yin and yang strangely: "The food you cook is not to his taste... What about bat sashimi, he doesn't like to eat the same kind, right?"
"If I make dog meat, I'll consider it." Snape responded coldly.
The two glared at each other again.
Mrs Weasley was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
She just wanted to chat with Professor Snape during dinner about her youngest son Ron's academic performance.
The final grades for several consecutive years have been "P"... After the summer vacation is the OWL year, can Ron be rescued properly?
Otherwise, privately help make up lessons?
However, it was fortunately interrupted by Sirius, otherwise it is likely to get a desperate answer from Snape:
There is no help, the trumpet practice is useless, it is time to consider re-training the trumpet.
What, Ron is the trumpet, and the large is very good, almost full?
It's alright, let it go.
Seeing that Sirius and Snape were about to fight, Mrs. Weasley wondered in her heart as she acted as a peacemaker.
What kind of hatred, what kind of hatred... Could it be that the two hate each other out of love?
Of course Mrs. Weasley did not understand the grievances between the two, otherwise she would not invite Snape to stay for dinner.
The reason is very simple, she has not had much contact with these people before.
age difference.
In terms of kinship, Mrs. Weasley is Sirius' cousin by marriage; Mr. Weasley is the great-grandson of Sirius' great-uncle.
The relatives are already very far away, and they basically do not move around.
When Snape's generation of wizards entered the school, the Weasleys had graduated long ago, and their eldest son Bill was over a year old.
Wizards about the same age as the Weasleys were Bella Black and Rita Skeeter.
Even Malusius was several years younger than Mr. Weasley.
As for Sirius and the others after graduation, the Wizarding War has already broken out, so there is no way to get in touch.
The reason is simpler: The Weasleys are busy making humans.
Since 1972, a Weasley has been born every two or three years.
Mrs. Weasley with a big belly, where can I get in touch with these people.
Not to mention understanding the grievances of their student days.
"Okay, stop arguing." Lupin rubbed his eyebrows. "Little Sirius, please say a few words less."
At this time, Dumbledore came out of the room, he greeted everyone, and quickly left with Snape.
"Snape must have unfinished information. Hmph, it's on our guard." Sirius muttered softly.
"I don't know what Dumbledore thinks!"
Everyone ignored him.
"William, will you eat here?" said Mrs. Weasley expectantly. "You and Hermione saved Ron and Harry again, and I have to thank you both."
Mrs. Weasley regretted that she still wanted to stay with Professor Dumbledore for dinner, so she happened to have a chat with him about student safety.
Why does my son and Harry... always have an accident.
Not a wizarding rumour: Hogwarts is the safest place to be.
Who the **** came out with this?
Spreading rumors...isn't it illegal?
William glanced at Mr. Weasley, then nodded.
Percy's problem, he only brought up with Hermione and Dumbledore.
William certainly would not have spoken directly to Mr Weasley about it, but neither did the Headmaster seem to bring it up.
It seemed to want Mr. Weasley to find out for himself.
Otherwise everyone will be embarrassed.
Hearing that dinner was finally coming, Tonks jumped up from his chair excitedly: "I'm here to help too, I've been so hungry that my chest is on my back!"
It was the first time that William had met him, and he spoke of a flat chest in such a refreshing and refined way.
However, Tonks really spends a lot of money. Her own salary is not enough even for the intelligence fee sent by William... Now that she has no money, she comes to eat food from the Order of the Phoenix every day.
Really scours wool.
Is this the silly badger from Hufflepuff?
Love, love.
"Ouch!"
Tonks, who was too energetic, tripped over the umbrella stand made by the troll and lay on his back on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying, deafening, eerie scream rang out.
A velvet curtain covered with insect eyes was suddenly lifted.
There was a portrait on the wall, an old lady with a black hat, screaming desperately, as if she was being severely beaten.
The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was tensed from screaming.
"Beasts! Bitches! Mudbloods! Dirty and sinful bastards! Get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestor's house—"
Tonks was petrified, she had been scolded like this before.
William snapped his fingers, and the portrait was speechless, as if strangled.
Mrs Weasley came hurriedly and drew the curtain.
Sirius stood up and looked at the woman in the portrait with disgust. "Yes, this is my mother."
"I've been trying to get her off but she seems to have a permanent sticky spell behind the canvas.
William, is there a potion that can give her to Venomous? Anyway, it's just a painting It's better to draw a **** dog in the portrait, chasing her and biting her all day long.
It's really a picture of a mother's kindness and filial piety.
Yes, let Annie add something unique to this painting this summer.
Like... nine suns.
"Where are Anne and Hermione, where have they been?" Sirius asked.
"Clean up upstairs." William looked at the old Brack house.
"That's great, they do all the work, so I don't need to do these chores." Sirius seemed very happy.
"You don't know, I've been cleaning here for half a year."
William was speechless: "You have been cleaning like this for half a year?"
"Oh, don't care about these details, think more about our future journey!" Sirius patted William on the shoulder.
Austria travels a long way, and William and Hermione will use Durmstrang's big ship to enter the Rhine from the North Sea and finally arrive in Austria.
"Where did you park the boat?" William asked.
"The coast of the north coast of England..." Sirius said indifferently.
"Aren't you afraid the Death Eaters will find the ship?" William frowned.
"Impossible, Hagrid is waiting for me on the boat, and..." Sirius whispered:
"There has been a super typhoon over there recently, level 16... It is said that we see each other every 100 years. No wizard can get close to that ship."
"..."
So Hagrid and those Durmstrang students were ruthlessly thrown on board by you?
It's really yours, Sirius!
...
...
(Ask for recommended tickets and monthly tickets, everyone.
Thanks for the rewards of "I won't tell you how to drop", "Little Lion Duck", and "Proverbs Suiyue". )
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