Snape soon received a reply to the gifts he sent to Lily and the others. They all liked the gifts from Peacock and Snape, and also took Petunia's gift with them.
Several sets of clothes for dolls.
During this year, Penny successfully developed a new hobby, making clothes. However, in order to practice and save fabric, she only made small clothes for dolls.
In the letter, she said she wanted to be a girl like Peacock.
"I thought she would become a pastry chef." When they were on the grass slope, Lily brought over a lot of pastries made by Petunia, so it was not surprising that Snape had such an idea.
"Being able to do something doesn't mean you like it." Peacock unfolded the clothes made by Penny. Although the style was simple, the stitches were very dense, and it was obvious that she had practiced hard.
Lily also rambled on and on, the last sentence being, "School is about to start. I'm looking forward to meeting you at the train station."
School is about to start.
The holiday passed by slowly, and today was Snape's last private lesson.
Something unexpected happened.
Because the teacher is a little hysterical.
It's not very polite, but it's still a very appropriate description.
Snape protected Riddle and cast a shielding spell, creating a quiet area in this messy bar.
"Don't look at me, this is too embarrassing." Riddle covered his face with his hands, his tone was dejected, but his eyes were cold. He didn't expect that the sequelae of split soul would appear at this time, and he was ready to tell a lie to deceive him.
But I am so tired. It feels like a finger is being inserted into my brain and stirring it randomly. The module that perceives pain is causing my entire body to twitch in pain, as if all the nerves are tangled together and being pricked like shrimp thread.
What excuse should I make up?
Or just confront him and see what he will do. He will probably be scared, so we can delete his memory and kill him. How about thinking of a good murder method that can be used to split the next piece of his soul to create a new Horcrux?
Riddle found that he could not move and remained sitting on the ground, hiding in Snape's arms. He knew that this was not a sequelae of the soul split, but that Snape had used magic on him, probably the kind that made his body stiff.
At first, he thought his intentions had been discovered, and that Snape wanted to strike first and kill him directly. It was indeed impressive that he could perform magic silently and without a wand at his age, but he had a Horcrux, so it was impossible for him to die so easily...
He was ready for death and the thought of revenge, but he found that Snape did nothing.
Oh no, I did it anyway.
He used magic to clean the ground and the clothes that were touching the ground, then wiped away the physiological tears that flowed from his eyes due to pain with a handkerchief, tidied his messy hair, and then cast another spell to fix his body.
After Snape finished all this, he used a spell to check Riddle's physical condition and was relieved after confirming that Riddle's current condition was not due to drug use.
He had seen similar situations in Spinner's End because that thing, that person's posture when they were sick, was crazy, ugly and disgusting.
It was Snape, and it was something that Peacock hated at the same time.
As a summer teacher, Snape didn't mind giving him face as long as it didn't touch his bottom line, but his way of expression was a little too straightforward.
If you keep your body still, you won't tremble; if you wipe away your tears and tidy up your hair, you won't look disheveled; if you block other people's eyes, they won't see you.
Snape felt so great that he even made sure to clean up the floor!
"Do you need to go to St. Mungo's?"
"unnecessary."
"Please tell me if you don't need fixed magic anymore."
"……good."
There was another silence, and no one spoke.
Snape thought about the healing spells he knew, but found that none of them were applicable, so he gave up and knelt on the ground to serve as Riddle's support.
"Let me go." Riddle felt the pain pass.
Snape released the spell and helped Riddle to his feet.
"Aren't you going to ask me why this happened?" Riddle straightened his clothes and removed Snape's spell.
"There's no need. Everyone has secrets." They spent a summer together, but neither knew the other's name, age, or identity.
Isn’t this good?
"I won't be coming here anymore." Snape said flatly.
Riddle nodded in understanding. "Scared?"
Snape: "School has started."
Riddle was silent for a moment; he had almost forgotten that the child was still in school.
Snape looked at the sky and said, "I'm going to leave now. Can you go back alone?"
"Don't worry, I've recovered."
Hearing what Riddle said, Snape didn't hesitate and stood up to leave. He was so decisive.
"It's the splitting of the soul."
Snape looked at Riddle, who suddenly said something that only he could hear, and thought about whether he would still study with him if his teacher was a murderer. Finally, he said "oh" to indicate that he understood.
Peacock only heard Snape talk about this in the evening. She usually took a look at Snape's weekly topics. If she was interested, she would follow and listen. If she was not interested, she would do her own things in the space. This would neither interfere with protecting Snape nor require her to listen to classes that she was not interested in.
It just so happened that this week's potion was not of interest to Peacock, so she hid in the mirror space to make a wand, and would only come out when Snape called her.
"Some magic can also cause the soul to split." Peacock didn't know much about the wizarding world, but this is what Wonderland is like. There is magic that directly targets the soul, and probably wizards are the same.
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