MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 278 Festival

Call your son Fred - I'll cut off your other ear! ' Fred drew his wand out of frustration and put it back under Mrs Weasley's gaze.

"Relax, Fred, we can have a good discussion." Gwen quickly stopped her husband's childish provocation, "Actually, George and I are going to have a name that starts with G..."

“…that way Mommy’s Christmas sweater doesn’t have to be fancy,” explained George.

"And she could be a girl too," Gwen thought innocently.

"I don't want to disappoint you, child." Mrs. Weasley, ignoring Snape's face, poured him a large spoonful of gravy, turned to look at Gwen's belly with a wry smile, "Photo From my experience, he's a little boy."

Snape was delighted to see two expressions of reluctance like his on the table, and unknowingly swallowed a mouthful of gravy.

"He doesn't have to be naughty, does he?" Gwen asked with a pale face.

"It's hard to say, just don't be like me and Fred." George swallowed.

The belated Harry Potter showed a schadenfreude with two rows of bright teeth. Hmmm, does Potter think he's a good baby?

After serving the Christmas mince pies, the purpose of this feast finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.

"Severus," Mrs. Weasley said with difficulty, "I have a distant cousin—"

"Thanks for the hospitality and goodbye." Snape got up and was about to leave.

"Three hours and five minutes is the limit." Fred took out his pocket watch and shook it at Ron and Harry, "We won."

Ron muttered something and was slapped on the thigh by Hermione. Harry scratched his nose, allowing the twins to imprint the scar on his forehead on the new product.

"You've got to look ahead, Severus." The Weasleys went to persuade him. "Amelia said her colleague—"

"He drew his wand!" Ginny raised her eyebrows and reached out to ask George for a gold Galleon.

"You can meet the witches, have a cup of tea, and even talk about potions." Mrs. Weasley followed suit.

Snape felt angry that he was being treated as a sideshow by the "Remainders" of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Ah!" An exclamation came, Gwen Ollivander clutched his stomach and cried, "I think... we have to go to St. Mungo's."

Everyone hurriedly grabbed their coats and handed Floo powder. Molly Weasley couldn't take care of the single older male wizard who needed her to connect.

The useless Ollivander is finally useful. Snape pushed open the gate contentedly at the center of the commotion and Apparated to the Hogwarts border.

Years later, George Weasley teasing his eldest son that he ruined the Christmas dinner that year. But no one knew that the birth of the little boy also saved the poor potions professor.

By the way, his potion grades are terrible.

But Snape couldn't count on Weasley being gifted.

In the tenth year after the war, the wizarding world's curiosity about Snape has settled, and people are no longer obsessed with paying attention to his lack of love life.

It was the Potters who threw stones and made waves in Snape's rather contented life—he hated the word.

One day, the dusty Potter suddenly appeared in his office and hesitantly handed out a card with a small pink foot printed on it.

"We decided to call her Lily," he said, "for your refusal to let Albus use Severus as her middle name...Professor, would you be her godfather? "

"Of course not." Snape drove the great savior out with a dark face. Then glumly looked at Lily Luna Potter's name on the card.

The refusal was decisive, but Mr. Snape sneaked to see the baby in the dark. Although the little guy has opened her eyes, she probably still can't see the world clearly.

Not a shred of her grandmother's green eyes was inherited. Snape pouted, admitting he was a little disappointed. He hung a small gold scale upside down on the crib as a rattle, so that Lily could feel the joy of potions as soon as she came into the world.

His plan worked, and it turned out that even in Gryffindor, the little red-haired witch was still one of the best students in Potions.

Thank you for having a good godfather. Snape said to her during one detention.

The little girl blinked and strangled a skinny/toad/toad tearfully, earning a cryptic praise from Head Slytherin.

He gradually found some joy in his bitter life. Maybe it's the ease of unburdening, maybe the tedium of peace, maybe the shift in lineage stereotypes, maybe the gift his goddaughter left quietly on the table.

Snape didn't think the world was so bad.