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For the next time, Ryan and Hermione shared the plan with everyone in the book club. Everyone was very interested in this and helped a lot in the creation of the sample.

Luna, for example, volunteered to do the four-panel comics, and Celia shared a lot of jokes about her wizard mother and Muggle father.

In the serious part, Neville and Hannah, pure-blood wizards like them, raised a lot of questions about Muggles from a wizard's point of view. And Ryan selected a representative answer from it.

"We don't agree with that," the twins whispered to Ryan in the common room. "How can you say that food in the Muggle world is as varied as in the wizarding world? We used to go out from Diagon Alley to Muggle Street, only to find that the food there was extremely monotonous." Lane was holding an article about After a brief essay on diet, the twins offered different opinions.

"Oh, I'm not being careful here." Ryan added a qualifier before this text, and it became that except for the United Kingdom, the food in the Muggle world in most countries is as varied as in the wizarding world.

"You know, it's just an example in the UK," Lane told the twins as he revised the manuscript. "In the outside world, the Industrial Revolution completely destroyed traditional British food. It made modern British food quick and easy and monotonous, but the wizarding world kept the traditional hearty British food-"

Lane finally saw the twins leave with a stern expression on their faces. It seems that both the Industrial Revolution and the British tradition make wizards feel a little difficult to understand. It can be seen that popularizing the knowledge of Muggles is still a long way to go.

Finally after a busy week, the magazine called "Look, This Is Muggle" was successfully published. The Weasley Joke Shop has made this one of its own.

Probably because the magazine itself is not a very serious magazine, it sold very well in the joke shop by accident, which attracted the interest of a large number of wizards. While the vast majority of them see this as an entertainment magazine, it's more than the best of Ryan and Hermione's expectations.

"Your book is really interesting," the Weasley twins said to Ryan one afternoon at tea, when Ryan and Hermione were sharing one of their favorite wizarding world snacks: chocolate frogs .

"Our mother thought the exotic Muggle food section in the magazine was great, like this one featured--" He thought hard about this, but couldn't remember what that word was.

"General Tso's Chicken and Sweet and Sour Tenderloin," George added. "Mom thinks these two dishes are delicious, and she's trying to make this dish better with magic."

"Your mother is really amazing. If she invents a more convenient magic cooking method, please share it with everyone in the magazine."

"I think our mother will be very happy." The twins looked at each other and smiled. "She is happy to share her experience of doing housework with everyone."

After dinner, Ryan and Hermione continued to go to the library to review their textbooks. Harry and Ginny were seen hugging in the hallway as they were about to step up the stairs.

"What happened to them?" Ryan looked at the two curiously. "Why does it feel like Harry is going to the gallows?"

"You're right." Hermione shrugged. "Harry is now going to Snape to learn Occlumency, and for Harry, being checked by an enemy for secrets in his brain is no different from being executed.

"

If Harry heard what Hermione said at this time, he would definitely agree with 100%. He felt that going to Snape's place was no different from going to the execution ground, especially when Snape checked his kiss with Ginny. those memories.

To make matters worse, recent events and busy schoolwork left him with no time to practice Occlumency, and he knew very well that if he was still in that mood when he got there, Snape would be able to see through him more easily. Thought, but he couldn't control his thoughts. That's why he looked so frustrated: even though he was doing his best to clear his mind now, it was still a mess when he got to the door of Snape's office.

"You're late, Potter," Snape said frostily as Harry closed the door behind him. "Do I need to remind you that it's a little late? Of course, Mr. Savior, who is busy with things, may have a lot of things to do."

"No," Harry said bitterly, but just as he was about to say something, Snape started his attack. The two sides didn't fight for a few rounds, and Harry, who had not practiced much before, fell to the ground weakly.

"Look, what I saw," sneered Snape, who looked down at Harry. "In addition to the usual dating and homework, this time there are more memories of you barely escaping with your friends. I'm curious about what the hell is going on with a brain that can't even mix standard O.W.Ls potions and a lot of them. Is it impossible to get things done?" Snape said slowly and slowly.

"You shouldn't watch those, it's my privacy." Harry roared on his hands.

"You think I want to pay attention to this?" Snape moved closer to Harry. "I have countless things to do, and I don't have time to care about what you, a naive child, are thinking. But the problem is that if you don't shut down your brain, the mysterious person will also see this. You will definitely not be the only one who will suffer."

"As we all know, as a powerful dark wizard who is good at manipulating people's hearts, the mysterious man can easily use your memory as a weapon against you and everyone you value. If he wants, even within a second. Into you." Snape's voice was grim, and every word he said struck Harry's heart like a hammer.

Watching Harry just stare at him with pursed lips, Snape added further provocation: "You're like your father, conceited, stupid, and never get to the point when you do things."

"You're not allowed to talk about my father like that." Harry, who was sitting on the ground because of dizziness, suddenly gained strength when he heard Snape say this, and stood up suddenly.

"Then please prove yourself, control your heart, and don't let your mental defenses be like a sieve that people can easily penetrate." After speaking, Snape used Legilimency again, and then looked at Ha "What a fragile soul, just like your father, hides a disgusting soul under the glossy exterior."

"Don't--so--talk about my father." Just as Snape stepped forward to prepare for the next Legilimency, Harry, angrily, preemptively used Legilimency.

Perhaps at this time Snape recalled the bad memories of his youth so that his brain's defenses were no longer as impeccable as usual. Harry's attack was successful, and he happened to see his father and Snape when he was young.

At the school, how Harry's father and his gang bullied Snape were presented in front of Harry. Before, he didn't know that he had never offended Snape and was always hated by him, but now he I know why. Especially when he saw that his mother, Lily Evans, had a very good relationship with Snape, even more than a normal friendship.

Harry had seen his mother accuse him of bullying in school several times in front of his father, even pulling out his wand at him. After a school violence, Snape, who was mute, scolded the word "mudblood" for some reason.

He had to admit that at that time his father was really no different from Malfoy. Just as he saw his father come forward to peel off Snape's panties, which had been hung upside down, a hand gripped his neck tightly like a vise.

It's obvious that physical problems can affect people's thinking, and Harry instantly withdraws from Snape's memory.

"Do you think your father is honorable, huh?" Snape grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him over, but after staring at Harry for a while, Snape let go of his hand abruptly. As a result, Harry stumbled and nearly fell to the ground again.

"Okay, get out of here!" There was a new vague sadness in Snape's tone at this time in Harry's voice. "Your class is over, I don't want to see you in this office again!"

"I..." As Harry tried to say something, Snape flicked his wand and sent Harry flying out of the office, before the door slammed shut.

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