"Thank you, Peacock." Snape could feel that he had actually always been accepted. The sense of security that his original family failed to give him was gradually made up by Peacock.
It made him less eager for the power that he thought would give him everything he wanted.
"What's there to thank me for?" Peacock turned his attention back to the mirror and finished drawing eyeliner on the other side of his eye.
Snape actually didn't quite understand what Peacock was doing with this makeup process. She could easily use magic to create a flawless face for herself, but she had to hold up a mirror and use magic to apply it bit by bit.
Considering their warmth just now, Snape rubbed his ears and sat aside to tell Peacock about what happened today, the dress chosen by Narcissa, the potion that Malfoy asked him to make, and even the fact that the betrothed couple used the perfume made by Peacock as a couple's perfume, where he was called "third".
Peacock smiled happily: "You're tired of that one too. I'll mix you a new one. As for the potion... that depends on your opinion. I can't make the decision for you because this is your life."
"I won't answer it. It's probably another secret of some rich family." Snape didn't guess correctly. Who could have thought that such a powerful being would suffer from the pain of a split soul?
"Just like in the TV series?" Peacock had returned to the Muggle world and there was a TV in the house, so she had a new entertainment activity: watching TV shows.
For example: "London Love"
The plot was so ridiculous that it was breathtaking. Peacock was very interested in watching it, and Snape tried to find some advantages in it, but found nothing.
Snape in particular didn't quite understand why something that could be explained in one sentence couldn't be explained clearly after three episodes.
But Peacock said: "Because you know they love each other, you are angry at them for not speaking clearly, but they don't know and are afraid that if they speak out, it will lead to the consequences they don't want.
Love is always like this. Even the bravest person will become as timid as a mouse when in love. "
After that, Peacock drove Snape out and let him do his own thing. She watched some human TV series to kill time. Why did she have to choose one with educational significance?
She might as well go to school directly.
Peacock propped up his chin and murmured, "School should start soon."
Snape now needs a simple and stable environment to grow. Both the wizarding world and the Muggle world are beyond the ability of the young him to cope with. But she didn't know that when a stone falls into the lake, no part of the water is truly calm.
"Let school start soon." Snape echoed.
The rain stopped for a few days before the sky cleared up. After staying at home for a few days, Snape prepared to go out: "Peacock, I'm going to Knockturn Alley. Do you want to go?"
"What do you want to buy?" Peacock knew she had reached the alley. She had taken a look at it from a distance and didn't like the place.
"I'm not buying anything. I just want to browse and see if there's anything new or interesting." He needs more to enrich his knowledge base; words on paper are far from enough to satisfy him.
Peacock nodded: "Let's go, it just so happens that the wasteland style I made can come in handy!"
She combined the characteristics of her two previous wasteland-style sets into one.
Snape: ...
He actually thought that he would never be able to wear those clothes. Peacock would wear some strange styles of clothes, such as deep V floral shirts, or leather jackets with rivets, but Peacock still firmly believed in wearing clothes that suit the occasion. Although sometimes they were a bit formal, they were still appropriate for that occasion.
The occasions he went to made those avant-garde and niche clothes useless and could only be stuffed in the closet. He originally thought that the wasteland style clothes would be the same, but in the end -
"I don't think it's appropriate," Snape tried to object.
The clothes were changed into men's clothing by Peacock, except that the place where the tube top was originally was changed into a high-necked sleeveless tight T-shirt, and the shorts were changed into an asymmetrical design with one long and one short. The long one could cover the shoe upper and the short one could not even cover half of the thigh.
Didn't Snape understand that his own legs didn't deserve the same treatment?
Why is one strip exposed?
"I think it's appropriate. That gloomy street, like the darkness that grows in a forgotten corner, a dilapidated desolation covered with a hazy veil of dust...
How fitting..."
Snape knew that he had no freedom to choose his clothes, so he comforted himself that the hood covered his face and no one would recognize him. In the end, he put on the hood with a fearless attitude.
When they finally reached the alley, Peacock hid in Snape's hood, "Why don't we go back? I thought the bit I saw in Diagon Alley was dark enough, but it turns out that's already a facade?"
Peacock thought that the wasteland style he designed was not very decent, and made him look like a killer or some dangerous mercenary. However, in this current environment, he made Snape look like a brave man who had taken on the task of rushing into the evil wizard's lair, cutting off the evil wizard's head and saving the girl persecuted by the wizard.
Snape also felt it was better to leave. This place looked very dangerous. He glanced at the shop next to him, where things that looked like human hands and eyeballs were placed. It was obvious that these things could not be legal organ donations.
He should wait until he is a little older before coming over. Actually, the things outside are enough.
Snape was about to turn around when he noticed someone beside him. "Your outfit is novel and handsome, like a warrior about to chop off the head of an evil dragon. May I have the honor of leading my warrior?"
Snape shook his head.
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