10

Eli's Christmas break was incredibly fulfilling.

He had a lot of new experiences he wanted to share with his father: the wizarding history he had learned in the History of Magic class, books on Muggle studies borrowed from the library, the wizarding world's internal interpretation of Muggle British history... Eli's bet, No history professor at a Muggle University can see these precious materials anymore. The historical materials preserved in the wizarding world reveal the other side of the distant past, which is closer to the original appearance of history. No historical research scholar can resist to explore all this. temptation.

Mr. Smith was completely fascinated, and unlike his wife, who was unimpressed by the history of the Muggle narrative, his carefully raised son apparently understood exactly what he wanted to see, and had tailored his reading list for him. He stayed contentedly in the study from morning to night, reading these books voraciously, to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat; if it wasn't for his wife to ask him to go down to receive guests, he would not want to step out of the study at all.

But this time, going downstairs is definitely not less rewarding for him than reading in the study: this Christmas holiday, their family welcomed a special guest, Arthur Weasley received two letters from Eli. A few days later, I came to visit in person. I didn't mind Eli's age at all. I was very happy and seriously wanted to have a careful chat with the sender.

He was just twenty years old this year, still quite young, tall and thin, with red hair and glasses, looking very energetic. He was wearing a wizard's robe. Although the fabric was not high-end, it was very neat and clean, and it could be seen that he had a virtuous wife. Eli entertained him with the help of Mrs. Smith. During the chat with him, he found that Arthur's magic skills are solid, and his hands-on and practical ability are excellent. Melon items are very enthusiastic, and Eli finds him an ideal partner.

But the problem is that at his current age, he can only be said to be able to use many Muggle items, and he is still far from being able to transform. Attaching the component structure diagram to Arthur's letter is almost all he can do. His strength is that he has a relatively correct understanding of the life of Muggles and wizards, and he is far inferior to Arthur in terms of hands-on ability. With accumulation, he is still too young, and Arthur can fully understand it.

The problem they faced was very practical, so Eli called his father downstairs and asked him and Arthur to talk about more complicated things. Although Mr. Smith was a professor of history in literature and history, it was enough to correct some common-sense errors for Arthur, who had barely had contact with Muggles.

The three of them talked very happily and were very interested in each other's lives. Arthur did not reluctantly leave until late in the evening. Mr. Smith urged him to come to Christmas dinner tomorrow. Arthur struggled obviously before shaking his head, saying that his son Bill was only one year old this year, and it was still difficult. When looking after, you can't leave it to your wife completely. It is a better choice for the family to stay at home.

This is completely understandable. Mr Smith exchanged contact details with him ,both of them eagerly said that they would write to each other as soon as possible and keep in touch at all times.

Mrs. Smith was slightly critical of Arthur's arrival.

"Anyway, he should come back to visit after the prophet, and I should prepare lunch in advance." Mrs. Smith complained a little, "Even if the Weasleys don't pay attention to the rules, they are generally not so rude, and I must say that the elopement obviously made them have a lot less rules, some of which are actually necessary, and Molly didn't even care about him." "

"You know Arthur's wife, Mom?" Eli opened the cupboard door and looked at Mrs. Smith.

"Of course you know, the pure-blood wizard family is just that." Mrs. Smith said simply, directing a dozen dishes with her wand to fly into the cupboard herself.

"You're from a pure-blood family, Mom." Eli said a little surprised, surprised that he had just realized this. Children always take it for granted that Mom and Dad have always been Mom and Dad, and have no other identity - but of course, they were also former students and would have their own siblings, relatives and families, and rightfully so.

However, he never seemed to hear his mother talk about her origins, nor did he mention his family, which was the main reason for the darkness of Eli's lamp, and until then he had always felt that his maternal grandfather's family must be thin and lived far away.

Now that he suddenly realized that this was not the case, things became particularly curious. Eli asked suspiciously, "Why haven't I heard you talk about grandparents, mother?" Do you have siblings?"

"There is an older brother." Mrs. Smith said simply, then shrugged her shoulders dashingly, "Of course, I haven't heard of it, because I was expelled from my family – when you choose to marry a Muggle, this outcome becomes a matter of course." I haven't been in contact with that side in all these years, and if I remove it, I will be removed, as if whoever leaves home will not survive. "

She straightened her spine and showed a proud smile: "Now they pass by the bookstore, they are forced to see my name, right?" People who have a fortune can earn anywhere, and they don't have to rely on their families. "

Linda Smith is a well-known best-selling author – well known in both Muggle and wizarding worlds. She specializes in romance novels, always set as wizards and Muggles, using her imagination (supplemented by a shorthand quill to compose a moving story with a twist and turn. She always over-glorified the power and nobility of wizards in her books, but this bizarrely pleased both her readers, so she was very open and had been earning a lot of gold galleons and pounds for ten years. In the eyes of their neighbors, the Smith family has always been a very enviable star model family, with a loving husband and wife, a smart son, a decent career, and a good income.

Although in the eyes of the pure-blood wizard family, whether they would feel this is another matter, but Eli felt that since they had severed the relationship, then of course their thoughts were completely unnecessary, so they simply did not mention it.

"Of course it is." He agreed with his mother, and then said thoughtfully, "The pure-blood wizards I met at school don't seem to be biased either, James. Potter treated wizards from Muggle families equally—although he also had another arrogant viciousness, it seemed that my nominal grandfather was also on the pure-blood supremacist side. "

"Obviously." Mrs. Smith pouted, ironically, "I'm not going to interfere with your choice of partner like those people, and there's nothing wrong with Muggles—though I think the one you fancy might not be so pretty, cute, and likable—okay, I'm just joking, don't care." But seriously, son, if you choose to marry a Death Eater later, maybe there will be a happy welcome to your ancestral homeland. Those people are like that, when it comes to matters related to interests, any dignity and arrogance can be left behind without hesitation, and I don't see much decency. "

"Death Eaters?" Eli heard the word for the first time and repeated curiously, "What is it?" Doesn't sound good. "

Mrs. Smith's face changed slightly, and it was obviously careless to say the word. She tugged at the corners of her mouth, ignored her son's questions, and pushed her son away like a chicken: "It's not something you should know, go up and continue to read - forget it, don't read, drag your father to the garden." Our family is so big and we have everything, can't you develop more interesting hobbies?"

Eli was kicked out of the kitchen by Mrs. Smith, feeling a kind of displeasure at being treated as a child, and children of this age seemed to have to face this problem, but Eli was not sure if it was reasonable for her mother to do this to her, and the protest had always been completely ineffective for her mother, so she had to go upstairs to find her father, and take him away from the book for a while.

What exactly are Death Eaters? Eli hadn't let go of the matter yet, and thought with a frown in his heart.

Mr. Smith left the book and immediately focused on his son, who touched his hair and asked with concern, "What are you bothering about, son?"

Eli didn't actually think his father could know, but there had always been no secrets between father and son, so he said, "Dad, do you know what a Death Eater is?" My mom just accidentally said it, but she wouldn't let me..."

"Know." Mr. Smith said unexpectedly, and Eli looked at him in amazement.

"Arthur said it when he just came to visit, you went upstairs to get a book at that time, and you didn't hear it." Mr. Smith briefly explained the cause and effect to him, and then his face became serious.

"It's the code name of an organization." He said solemnly, "They follow Voldemort – followers call him the Dark Lord and others call him the Mystic." This is a dark wizard whose name no one can even mention, and the Death Eaters follow behind him, doing all kinds of bad things, taking pleasure in cruelly torturing others, each of them being an overly racist. "

"Stay safe at school, son." Mr. Smith instructed solemnly, "Arthur said that man was starting a war, and..."

He paused and said, "It's unfriendly to Muggles like me and wizards who don't support them. "

Eli listened with a slight startle. Regarding the Dark Lord's statement, he had only heard Ciris talk about that once in school, and then relaxed in the peaceful campus life and did not think much about this man. And now. For the first time, he knew clearly what this - Voldemort - had done, and it had even come out of the mouth of his Muggle father, which gave him the unreal feeling of the intersection of two worlds.

"Why don't people call him by his first name?" Eli asked his father.

"The avoidance of names represents a dominance and oppression, born of caution and fear." Mr. Smith sighed, "Either he's dominating and threatening the wizarding world, or—what he's done has achieved that effect in people's minds."

- Some people can't understand the correctness of the Death Eaters, it's inevitable, you can't expect to eliminate all the stupidity in this world. Look at what the naysayers have done – they feel that they should bow down to the inferior Muggles, allowing them to occupy vast tracts of land and wealth, and wizards instead have to hide—any wise person can see the irrationality of this, and why is it necessary to suppress their own power? Just because most people in this world have no magic, noble wizards have to hide themselves? It's ridiculous, all men are born unequal, wizards are destined to be much more noble than Muggles, there's no doubt about it, and it's nice that more and more people are aware of it.

-Come to think of it, have Muggles done anything good? Not at all. These stupid creatures are full of jealousy towards wizards, and their hearts are full of twisted rejection that magic cannot ask for. They have been hunting wizards since the Middle Ages - this is unreasonable, unhealthy, incorrect, wizards are always noble, fools who mistreat wizards have a price, the Dark Lord is leading us to the path of wizarding supremacy, this path may be soaked in blood, but it is worth it, fighting to defend the rights of wizards, it is supreme honor to be able to participate.

- Great things always need to be accomplished with blood and the souls of opponents, and those fears and humility are the best jokes and proof that we must purge. The Dark Lord is powerful and reliable, intelligent and all-knowing, destined for something great. And you clearly see these glorious prospects, support great causes, but do not even openly show your attitude in school - what are you thinking? In the eyes of the Venerable Death Eaters, you are too cowardly. If you don't want to openly be enemies of Muggles and Mudbloods, why don't you disappear in front of us as soon as possible, maybe half-blood wizards are so gutless? Don't let everyone look down on you, Severus.

-Lucius. Malfoy.

Snape's hair hung down to cover his eyes, and he was reading the letter carefully, his hooked nose almost down to the paper. Malfoy's last words seemed to be meant to provoke him, but he still seemed calm, and for the fifth time he saw the letter at the end, carefully put it away, and sat on the swing, looking ahead, his eyes wistful.

Of course... Of course he knew how great the Dark Lord was doing and what a desirable organization the Death Eaters were. Everyone in Slytherin was quietly talking about the Lord who used the Dark Arts to achieve supreme causes, gain power, money, and status... These were exactly what he desperately needed, to think of the appetizing home in Spider's Tail Alley, to think of his stupid Muggle father Tobia, if he could be completely solved... Maybe he can use the power of that adult to prevent his mother from finding out that all this is related to him...

Thinking of this possibility, Snape's gaze flickered excitedly, and his fingertips gently rubbed the wand in his pocket.

He was fed up, fed up with this life of not being able to use magic outside of school, and when Tobia grabbed him by the collar and picked him up, he couldn't even pull out his wand and give him a hard blow. What a pity, he obviously has the strength to do that! He knows so much fascinating magic, but because of some stupid decrees, he can't use his genius abilities freely...

Snape thought so hard that his yearning for a life as he wanted made his blood rush and almost fill his mind.

"Seaver!" A crisp voice not far away suddenly sounded, and the girl's voice was full of surprise, "Why are you sitting here?" Tomorrow is Christmas, are you also out to buy?"

Snape jumped up, a shallow blush appeared on his pale face, and he couldn't wait to look not far away, with a cover that wanted to cover up: "No, I just... Just come out and walk around. Such a coincidence, Lily?"

He will come here every day this holiday to stay for a while, anyway, there is nothing to stay at home, and the place where Tobia is there makes him disgusted in his heart. How lucky he was to finally meet the person he wanted to meet today.

After seeing Lili's face clearly, the surging feeling of blood rushing just now seemed to fade like a tide, and it suddenly dissipated a lot. Snape looked at her and recalled very clearly the reason for his vague attitude at school - Lily was a girl from a Muggle family, and he couldn't... He couldn't show his rejection and disgust for Muggles in front of her, she would definitely be angry, she would be disappointed...

This self-reminder didn't really change him, it actually had the opposite effect, but he covered it up more and more.

"Do you have time to walk together?" Snape asked, staring at her with a bit of expectation, "We haven't seen much this holiday..."

"Hey! I just said I came out to purchase, Seaver. Lily reminded him with a smile and said briskly, "Penny and I need about an hour, do you want to go with us?" Mom and Dad let us buy some things we like..."

It was only after Lily mentioned that Snape noticed that she was holding her sister's arm, and the two of them were walking intimately huddled together. He hadn't noticed it at all, and now that he finally realized that Petunia was there, Snape's lips curled up unpleasantly.

He had the feeling that his own embarrassment was laughed at by Penny, and his mood quickly deteriorated. This made his expression and tone quite unkind, full of mockery and said: "Why, this Miss Evans doesn't think her wizard sister is a monster now?"

To his surprise, Penny didn't refute him as vehemently as before, though her lips pursed tightly and a hint of anger appeared on her face. But she looked at him fixedly for a long moment and took a deep breath.

"You first looked down on me as a muggle because you were a wizard." She said suddenly, "I've now discovered that not all wizards are as annoying as you. I'm sorry for my previous bias, but you obviously haven't until now. Don't try to provoke me anymore, Snape, I already know what a really good wizard looks like. "