Croydon District.
The streets were piled with debris, and there were people everywhere with sallow faces and dazed expressions.
Professor Snape soon found the orphanage named Holysee. It was a Victoria-style semi-detached house, which seemed to be in disrepair.
The orange light shines through the thick window. Rowan Taylor is wearing old clothes and looking out the window with light blue and bright eyes.
She always looked at the dusk outside the house, waiting for the person who everyone knew in this orphanage.
Some children were looking at her outside the room, looking at their dean. She was always looking forward to it, and even had to deliver it to Post Office personally every time she sent a letter, just like putting the letter in a green mailbox would make it much slower.
Finally, when the setting sun put away its last afterglow, she waited for two strange visitors wearing black robes.
Her hands and feet were not as clumsy as that of an older woman, but she quickly walked out of the room.
Next to the peeling paint door, the faded "Oak Children's Home" nameplate is crooked.
Seeing Ms. Rowan rushing out, Professor Snape's expression changed slightly, and he pulled Sean behind him - he thought of those people on the street who were in a daze.
Sean can only reveal a small head from behind his long robe.
Seeing this scene, Ms. Rowan burst into laughter:
"You must be Mr. Snape, please come in with Mr. Green."
She looked at the gloomy, somewhat hostile face, and then at the little face that was tilted behind her so that she could see her. Somehow, her eyes became moist.
His face is much rosier, which is good...
After walking through the courtyard, which was enriched with some play facilities, and entering the house, Sean saw that the inside of the house had changed even more than the last time.
Different from the simple appearance, the interior of the orphanage is very qualified, which is already very good for this poor area.
The warm fireplace burned, evaporating the raindrops on the windows;
The soot-blackened walls were painted light yellow. Although it was just cheap paint, it looked very comfortable; the iron bed was replaced with a new one, which was hard but clearly numbered; each child also had his own iron bowl and wooden spoon.
The big pot in the center was simmering. It was bubbling with bubbles and churning out rich ingredients. Some eager children had gathered next to it.
When Snape and Sean walked in, the dinner started.
There is no distinction of status here. The dean, the rosy-faced, generous and fat caregivers, and the children all gather together to eat at a large long table.
The main seats are Professor Snape and Headmistress Rowan, and Sean is next to Professor Snape.
Although there are no rules, whenever Sean attacks a certain dish, no one here will touch the knife and fork again.
Seeing this scene, Snape snorted... What a boring move.
Headmistress Rowan was keenly aware of something. She stared at Professor Snape's cold side face for a while, and her eyes dimmed slightly.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Snape, the children here can only express themselves in a slow and clumsy way. If they can't say anything... God will also know that the culprit is not themselves."
she said softly.
Snape felt something inexplicably. When he turned his head, the dean was looking at him with a strange look that he couldn't understand.
This disgusted him.
Night fell with the end of the dinner party, and the irritability in Snape's heart became clearer.
The orphanage only reminds him of one person.
A person whose name cannot even be mentioned.
The wizard who provoked the Dark Lord never had a good end. His inhumane methods were reflected in Snape's heart, so Snape naturally looked at Sean, who seemed to know nothing about it.
So stupid... How stupid do you have to be to offend the Dark Lord for an insignificant guy?
The important thing is that he who was monitoring Quirrell clearly had a chance to stop it, but he didn't know anything about it... just like when he was in the vault.
He stood in the courtyard, forcing himself to think about every detail. No amount of caution was enough for the Dark Lord, who was about to return.
Suddenly, he recalled that a certain Gryffindor dean seemed to have stayed in Forbidden Forest for a while. At this time, he could hardly suppress the anger that came over him, and he said gloomily:
"Minerva·McGonagall knows about this?"
Sean vaguely noticed something, but he still nodded and said:
"Professor McGonagall also discovered something abnormal about Professor Quirrell."
Professor Snape swept across the courtyard coldly, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Tell me, what happened at Forbidden Forest - how much does Minerva·McGonagall know..."
The night was quiet, with the occasional crow flying by. Snape, who was originally calm, was trembling with anger.
An ignorant guy actually dared to decide to face Quirrell without anyone knowing.
"How many lives do you think you have?! You don't understand the danger and terror of the Dark Lord at all, idiot! How stupid! Do you think anyone will mourn for you? Troll has the same mind, I tell you! Only fools want to be heroes! And do you know what is truly amazing? Live! Live!"
His sarcasm was like a violent storm, but his anger was filled with deep fear that could be broken at the first glance.
"Why... don't you tell me..."
He stared hard into Sean's eyes, those green eyes were not bright at the moment.
All this will always be exposed.
Sean knew about this, but he didn't mention it before it was over, because there was only one person in Hogwarts who was least able to know the true identity of Professor Quirrell.
Just as Professor Snape never announced the ceremony, Sean also handled the period when Voldemort was dormant during Hogwarts's life.
For a double agent, any suspicion is fatal.
Before Sean has enough strength to decide the situation of the battle, he cannot let any deviation happen to Professor Snape.
He didn't speak, but Snape saw himself in the reflection of those eyes.
He had seen those same eyes before, so he knew what they meant.
It was as dark as a thick ball of ink.
There were only two figures in the courtyard wearing dark robes.
The children here always love something in a slow, clumsy way, barely speaking and only acting.
Headmistress Rowan appeared without knowing when. She watched silently until the street lights came on, illuminating the desolate street; until flames burned in the fireplace, until Snape felt like something was ignited in her heart.
"Remember your confinement--"
Snape finally squeezed out only a few words.
After a while.
In the distance, in the middle of London, Spinner's End is always dirty and crude.
In the seemingly empty room at the end, the cold fireplace burned with flames again today.
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