Snape's Warning

Poisoning?

Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasley's eyes softened again when she heard those two words.

Then it seemed like they were considering the feasibility of the idea.

"Arthur, write a letter to Severus."

"Ask if there are any good Potions," Mrs. Weasley said after a moment of contemplation.

"They don't drink seawater."

"And there is fresh water on the island." Mr. Weasley shook his head.

"Why can't the magic that isolates the sea area temporarily allow some fish to enter?"

"All we need to do is have Severus research a poison that can attach to fish without killing them," Mrs. Weasley added.

Harry could only say, "Wow!"

Moreover, he now noticed that Mrs. Weasley had changed her way of addressing Snape.

They've started calling us by our names directly.

It used to be a surname.

"That—it's quite possible!" Mr. Weasley vanished from everyone's sight in a hurry.

Only the creaking sound of people climbing the stairs remained in the distance.

Night falls in the garden of the Burrow.

Harry took out his wand and wove a hammock out of weeds, which he then hung among the tangled roots of the trees.

One spell after another drove away the annoying mosquitoes and the Goblin that might suddenly appear.

Against the backdrop of the dark green pond under the night sky, Harry and Ginny sat in their hammocks, reflecting on the magical day. "Thankfully, Ron was busy writing letters to his new friends."

"What was her name again? Vienne Campbell?" Ginny tucked her fiery red hair behind her ear.

Harry nodded instinctively.

His attention was entirely focused on Ginny's angular jawline, which she seemed to have revealed intentionally or unintentionally, and her youthful, energetic masseter muscles.

The pale moonlight shone on her fair nose, which was dotted with freckles, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

"Harry!"

"Harry!" Harry didn't respond until Ginny pushed him.

"What?"

"I mean you're right," Harry quickly replied.

Then he hugged her tightly.

It seems they want to replace normal communication with body language and verbal sparring.

"What did I just say?" Ginny gently pushed Harry away and touched Harry lips with a finger.

Harry made a move to bite, but Ginny nimbly dodged it.

It emitted a silvery laugh.

Harry then realized that if he didn't answer the questions properly today, Ginny would be no different from Ron in his eyes.

They can only have simple physical contact and verbal communication.

"Are you saying that Mrs. Weasley's ideas are outrageous?"

Ginny shook her head upon hearing this. "Ron will be furious if he hears this. It was his idea."

Harry understood that this was a euphemism for him being wrong, so Harry frowned and asked again, "Are you saying that Ron and I were too reckless? That we shouldn't have used the powers granted by the Mirror World?"

"I believe you on that point." Ginny shook her head again.

"Are you angry? Because of how I acted in front of that Half-Veela?"

"I knew it, I shouldn't have told the truth."

"Ron is right sometimes." Harry saw Ginny remain silent for a long time after hearing this, and angrily clenched his fist.

"That's Veela. Even if they're Half-blood, this kind of behavior is unavoidable." Ginny made a face.

She didn't think it was a big deal.

In France, there are many single witches.

And it was because of the Veela that they couldn't get married.

If it weren't for the rigid bloodline beliefs of Pure-blood wizard, the number of single witches would probably be even greater.

This is also the main reason why there are so many Half-blood wizards (referring to wizards and Muggle) in France.

Most of these Half-blood wizards have a wizard on their mother's side.

This is why Grindelwald faced the greatest resistance in France.

So much so that Paris was set on fire.

Because most of the wizards here have Muggle relatives.

Harry, of course, couldn't hear Ginny's inner thoughts.

He just thought Ginny was really angry.

She was being sarcastic.

"Ginny, the first time I saw you, my heart turned into Quaffle. I, a clumsy Chaser, will need a lifetime to find you."

"You are the Phoenix that sings in my heart, the second heartbeat on my forehead, the courage that burns in the face of adversity."

Then he launched into a long string of sweet nothings.

Seeing that Ginny still didn't react, he had no choice but to play his trump card. "If you were Voldemort, I would also be willing to kiss your invisible lips, caress your wax-like face, and willingly accept your fleeting green light of love!"

Ha ha!

Ginny burst out laughing.

"If you don't laugh after hearing the poem I wrote for you, I will forgive you." Ginny forced a cold expression and put on a serious face.

Harry nodded quickly.

"His eyes were as green as freshly pickled toads, and he was as black and dashing as a blackboard. I wish he were mine. He was really handsome, Champion who conquered the Dark Lord." Ginny closed her eyes and turned her face away.

Seemingly afraid of losing control, he burst out laughing.

"Very good poetry."

"But Ginny, do my eyes really look like pickled toads?" Harry was speechless.

Ginny didn't speak; her face showed a look of terror.

Harry drew his wand and shielded her behind him, then quickly turned around.

It's Snape, the Snape!

A giant, jet-black bat!

Harry, as if he'd practiced a thousand times, conjured a magical whirlwind, expertly carrying Ginny into a blind spot, and then, "Disintegrate—"

"It's you, Professor Snape." Harry smiled sheepishly and quickly put his wand back in his pocket.

They pulled Ginny out from behind.

He then straightened Ginny's hair, which had been blown into a mess by the wind.

Damn it!

The croaking of frogs in the pond must have masked the crackling sound of Professor Snape Apparition.

There's definitely Floo Network!

Why did you have to use Apparition?!

"A very beautiful poem!"

"Miss Weasley." Snape said, his face expressionless, his facial muscles twitching with difficulty.

"When did you appear?" Harry swallowed hard.

"Potter, let's start with Voldemort and the green light of love," Professor Snape said expressionlessly.

Harry tried to read people's expressions through their eyes.

But Professor Snape's dark eyes, like two train tunnels, drowned out everything.

But it wasn't Harry, nor Mr. Potter, but rather that drawn -Potter, which Harry only heard in his first Potions Class, that suggested Professor Snape was angry.

"It's already very good now."

"Voldemort will soon be history."

"The Mirror World and the Nether Dragon are not things you should be considering."

"Your life is not your own." Professor Snape forced these words out of his mouth.

He glanced at Harry's black hair, then at Ginny's red hair, his lips twitched awkwardly, and then turned and walked toward the Burrow was bathed in a warm, cozy light.

But Harry felt as if he had stepped into a bottomless darkness, as deep as his black wizard robes.