Professor Snape Is Embarrassed

The Easter holiday is far less fun than the Christmas holiday.

Harry had that familiar thought flash through his mind again.

At Christmas, he and Ginny took that step.

This Easter, although the mother was resurrected.

However, things did not develop in the direction he had expected.

"Harry!" It was that familiar voice calling him to get up.

The blanket was pulled back.

The blinding sunlight pierced through my eyelids, turning the whole world a bright red.

He rubbed his eyes, and his fiery red hair doubled in size, appearing before his eyes.

It's Mom and Ginny.

Mom was carrying a whole stack of Treacle Tart.

Ginny stood awkwardly to the side.

Those pies were all made by his mother.

After learning that he particularly liked Treacle Tart, he has been eating them for breakfast for three days in a row.

He is in his dorm room now.

Anthony and the others have already gone home.

Only he, Ron, Neville remained.

Ryan's words seemed to indicate that because Hermione and the others had also gone home for Easter, he had followed them home.

However, Harry suspected that at least one other Ryan, was with Phoebe.

But Ryan shouldn't be in the dormitory anymore.

So his mother also began to openly enter and leave the dormitory.

He never had the chance to sleep any longer.

Although he had developed the habit of waking up early because he took a blood-repairing Potions last year.

But it's the Easter holiday!

Is it wrong to sleep in late?

Although at first, he felt very warm.

But for several days in a row, I ate unpalatable Treacle Tart (because they didn't have the culinary aura of Hufflepuff's Golden Cup).

Harry didn't know that Lily wanted Harry to eat food made by his mother in its original form.

As a devoted fan of Treacle Tart, he couldn't help but complain a little.

"Mom, can't you change it?"

Even though I love syrup pies, I don't want to eat them every day.

"I've missed out on so much of you, Harry." Lily stroked Harry's hair affectionately.

"Harry doesn't know what's good for him!"

I wish my mother could bring me food to my bed every morning.

How wonderful that would be!

My mother kept insisting that we eat at the restaurant downstairs.

Why not eat in bed, in the bedroom?

"It's just a matter of Scourgify." Ron muttered to himself as he picked up a pie and stuffed it into his mouth.

Harry rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Ugh! Aren't you going to brush your teeth?" Ginny gave her brother a disgusted look.

She felt that Ron, as a member of the Weasley family, had given a bad impression on her mother-in-law.

"The process of chewing food is like brushing your teeth."

I don't understand why my mom insists we brush our teeth.

"Scourgify would have been enough." Ron pulled out his wand and pointed it at his own teeth.

A flash of blue light appeared, and Ron's teeth were visibly much whiter.

"You used Silent Spell? We didn't learn that until sixth grade." Lily looked very surprised. "Severus said, 'That red-haired brat next to Harry just loafs around all day. Just getting by.' But obviously, he was wrong."

"It's still the same now; I just learned it in advance."

And Harry will too.

Professor Snape wasn't wrong: I am indeed like that compared to Harry. Ron said this,

But his chest involuntarily puffed out.

"I imagine you, Mrs. Potter, must have mastered it in Third Year as well."

"After all, you're so outstanding. Every professor speaks highly of you," Ginny said in a sweet, flattering tone.

"Me? I knew it in first grade."

But that's nothing special.

Severus invented several spells in his third year at Hogwarts.

James also became Animagus in fifth grade.

I'm just good at reading.

Perhaps he's also somewhat skilled at Potions.

But Severus can also improve the Potions -making process. Lily replied with a smile.

She looked at her son's fiancée with warmth in her eyes.

She saw right through Ginny's little scheme.

"Mom's situation isn't as simple as she makes it out to be."

Unlike ordinary junior wizards who cannot control their own abilities to create various magical phenomena.

My mother could systematically and skillfully control Hogwarts even when she was seven or eight years old, before she even went there.

She often lets go of her hands while sitting on the swing.

Then it drifts a long distance.

This is something many adult wizards cannot do.

I suspect that my Quidditch talent, my ease in the air, actually comes more from her."Harry changed out of his pajamas and walked over, looking refreshed.

"I don't recall ever mentioning this." Lily squinted. "S! You saw everything at the window!"

How much did you watch?

Lily's emotions are a bit unstable.

It wasn't that there was anything shameful about her life that she couldn't show in front of her son.

Rather, everything in the window was too detailed.

She was a little worried that it might contain scenes of her and James engaging in sexual activity that is only appropriate for married couples.

There's something I've always wanted to ask.

"Mother, you and Professor Snape, I mean, have you ever thought about being with him?" Harry looked a little nervous.

"Harry!" x2

Ron and Ginny were both a little surprised.

However, Ginny's complaint was more like a grumbling.

"Severus?" Lily's eyes went unfocused, lost in memories. "I don't know."

He is indeed a very good person.

But James is also a good boyfriend and husband.

Perhaps he wasn't as perfect as he appeared in front of me.

But..."Lily paused, her eyes showing a hint of hesitation.

She quickly became resolute again, "Okay. I might be with Severus."

But it depends on him.

If he wanted to, I probably wouldn't refuse.

I had no reason to refuse.

I was indeed smitten—with him.

But Harry, you don't need to worry.

I'm pretty sure Severus loves me.

But he still felt guilty.

He considered my death his sin.

He probably can't allow himself to be happy.

Even when you're with me.

Moreover, he's been avoiding me.

"What! You're being so proactive! Snape actually did this!"

How did he manage to avoid you?

Even if he doesn't want to be with you.

But you are a teaching assistant for Potions Class.

We need to communicate at work!

"He insisted on getting this position!" Harry, somewhat indignantly.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he supported Snape and his mother being together.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say." Lily ruffled Harry's hair again. "He just keeps refusing to let me go to his house."

Don't look at me like that, Harry.

If you've looked at the glass window, you should know that we've known each other for a very short time.

After his parents passed away.

I often go to his place.

We broke up in fifth grade.

I even have a room of my own in that house in Spinner's End.

But now, he doesn't seem too keen on me going there.

"I know that very well."

Just like Ron.

He refused to take photos of himself in his bedroom at home for Lavender.

He believed this would lower Lavender's opinion of him.

"Professor Snape is just shy!" Ginny looked at Ron and comforted him.