Chapter 919 (1/2)
As a matter of fact, everyone is in a good mood these days. Although Neville's parents have suffered for many days, Mr. Weasley's daily improvement has greatly dissipated the sadness.
As the holiday drew to an end, Harry became more and more unnatural, and the reason was that the order of the Phoenix decided.
”Harry, honey,” said Mrs. Weasley, putting her head into his and Ron's bedroom where they were playing wizarding, and Hermione watched. Ginny and crook mountain are having a good time playing, and van Lin says there is something to discuss with Sirius.
”Can you go down to the kitchen? The professor wants to say something to you Harry did not immediately remember what she said; one of his castles was violently attacked by one of Ron's pawns, and he was agitating it excitedly.
”Squash him - crush him. He's just a pawn. You're stupid. I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. What were you talking about
”Professor Snape, my dear. In the kitchen, he wants to say something to you Harry's mouth opened in disgust.
He's looking around Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They're yawning at him. Hermione of crook mountain, who was not easily restrained in the first 15 minutes, happily hopped on the conference table, ran around in a hidden place, and howled louder than anyone else.
”Snape?” Said Harry blankly.
”Professor Snape, my dear,” said Mrs. Weasley incredulously. ”Now go on, hurry up. He said he couldn't stay long.”
”What does he want to do to you?” Ron said he seemed to lose his strength after Mrs. Weasley walked out of the room.
”You didn't do anything, did you?”
”No!” Harry said angrily, racking his brain for what he had done that made Snape chase the old house. Because he got a ”t” in his last homework?
After a minute or two, Van Gogh sat on the kitchen table in the opposite direction. Sirius and Snape are silent because they hate each other. A letter was opened on the table in front of Sirius.
”Well,” said Harry, to show his presence. His greasy face is surrounded by greasy black hair. ”Sit down, Potter.”
”You know,” Sirius said aloud, cocking his feet behind his chair and pointing to the ceiling, ”if you weren't sent here, Snape, I think I'd like it better. It's my house, you know. ”
A terrible blush spread over Snape's pale face. Harry sat in a chair next to Sirius, across the table, facing Snape.
”BR,” said Snape, ”I'm familiar with his voice,” but I'm a little bit smaller than black's.
”I'm here on Dumbledore's orders,” said Snape, on the contrary, becoming more and more quiet and irritable, ”but stay by all means, black, and I know you like to feel. It's very tricky. ”
”What is' Inferential thinking ' Sirius said, slamming all four legs of the chair back to the ground.
”But I'm sure you must feel - ah - frustrated because you can't do something useful,” snape put a clever pressure on him, ”order the Phoenix.”
”Can't do something useful?” Sirius was so angry that he said, ”your eyes should be in the basement, soaking in the smelly water...”
”So you think you can teach?” Snape said scornfully.