Chapter 942 - 383: Sisterly Bonds Are Weaker Than Plastic Flowers

Chapter 942: Chapter 383: Sisterly Bonds Are Weaker Than Plastic Flowers

Of course, Harry knew the reason why Vivi came to study at Hogwarts, it’s just that... when Vivi enrolled, he didn’t recognize that the absolutely beautiful and bright girl was Vivi herself.

This wasn’t Harry’s fault, after all, he really didn’t expect that a Dud could possibly turn things around—in fact, even those from the Grindelwald family didn’t foresee this.

Ancient Magic, isn’t it amazing?

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind the two of them.

"Look, it’s Penny," Vivi pointed over there and said.

Harry followed the direction of her finger and saw Penny lying behind a tree, apparently having fallen because she didn’t stand firmly on her feet.

"Penny!" Lily said, her voice filled with surprise and welcome, but Snape jumped up.

"Now who’s spying?" he shouted, "What do you want?"

Penny was panic-stricken after being discovered, almost unable to breathe.

Harry could tell she was racking her brains to say something hurtful.

"What are you wearing?" she pointed at Snape’s chest, "Your mother’s clothes?"

With a snap, a branch suddenly fell from above Penny’s head.

Lily screamed as the branch hit Penny’s shoulder. She staggered back a few steps, sobbing woefully.

"Penny!"

But Penny ran away.

Lily flared up at Snape.

"Did you do that?"

"No," Snape appeared both defiant and scared.

"It was you!" Lily backed away from him, "It was you! You hurt her!"

"No—I didn’t!"

However, Lily didn’t believe his lies.

With a furious look, she took one last glance at him and ran out of the grove, chasing after her sister, while Snape seemed pained and bewildered...

"Uh-oh," Vivi said gleefully, "You see, it seems like Professor Snape suffered an undeserved misfortune. I can testify it really wasn’t Professor Snape who made the branch fall—"

"Look, I already know why Aunt Penny hates Professor Snape," Harry scratched his chin and said, "After all, being wronged really doesn’t feel good."

"Let’s go, let’s continue to watch the next scene," Vivi suggested.

They walked along the path in the woods together, and at the end of the path was the Evans family’s house.

Accompanying them to the Evans family was an owl.

"Dad! Mom! Penny!"

Lily, with her acceptance letter in hand, dashed downstairs from her room, joyfully showing her acceptance letter to her family in the living room.

"Look, it’s Hogwarts—Severus wasn’t lying, Hogwarts really exists!"

"That’s great, Lily, that’s wonderful," Mr. Evans smiled and congratulated Lily, "My daughter is about to become a real wizard!"

Mrs. Evans also congratulated Lily, though Penny congratulated on the outside, it was clear something was on her mind.

In the afternoon, the door was knocked on, and someone familiar to Harry arrived.

It was Professor McGonagall, and at this time, she was not as old as Harry first saw her.

She received a warm and grand welcome from the Evans family.

Harry and Vivi followed Professor McGonagall and Lily to wander around Diagon Alley.

The customs and practices in Diagon Alley in the 70s were distinctly different from the 90s. At this time, the Death Eaters weren’t an organization everyone despised. Harry could even see people in Diagon Alley boasting about being a member of the Death Eaters and feeling very honored about it.

"He definitely wouldn’t have thought," Harry sneered sarcastically, "just over a decade later, the Death Eaters would become universally despised, and they would no longer be able to be so arrogant—even their master, Voldemort, was taken down by a baby."

When they went back that night, Harry noticed Lily seeing Penny sneaking around doing something when passing her room.

As the scene changed again, Lily was sitting and chatting with Snape in a playground.

"Severus."

Lily’s voice was soft, and as she spoke, she craned her neck to look around.

"I’ve discovered a secret—"

"What secret?" Snape asked, holding the swing with both hands, interested and feeling privileged.

"It’s about my sister Penny—" Lily whispered, "I discovered that although she dismisses magic, she actually... well, deep inside, she has a great longing for magic,"

"How did you know that?" Snape became interested.

He couldn’t help but be interested; he always felt Penny was pretending, desperately longing for magic, yet acting like she didn’t care.

Snape’s second interest now was to expose Penny’s deceitful facade.

Lily chuckled and said to Snape, "I noticed that Penny is writing letters—to Principal Dumbledore."

"Haha," Snape laughed, "That’s impossible. She’s dreaming—everyone knows Muggles can’t write to Dumbledore, even if she did, she couldn’t send it out."

"But I clearly saw her receiving a reply!" Lily replied.

Snape had a totally disbelieving expression, shaking his head as he said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible—I bet Penny will never receive a reply from Dumbledore. You must believe me, Lily, how could a Muggle send a letter directly to Dumbledore?"

Seeing Lily wasn’t convinced, Snape’s eyes darted around.

"Why don’t we place a bet then," Snape confidently proposed, "I’ll bet that Penny won’t receive a reply—"