"Severus?"

"Good evening, Penny!"

One glance at Aunt Penny, and then at Professor Snape, Harry Potter felt like his worldview was about to collapse.

One was almost the most disgusted relative he hated when he smashed Privet Road, and the other was certainly his most disgusted teacher at Hogwarts......

But no, why do the two of them know each other?

Harry thought he knew a little bit about Aunt Petunia, but she said that Harry had ever seen the most demonic Muggle in his life...... Harry couldn't even forget the look on her face when she spoke of her mother in that island cabin four years ago......

And what about Professor Snape, who is the head of Slytherin...... Isn't Slytherin House the most hated of Muggles and Muggle-born wizards......

It's too weird that two people actually call each other's religious names like this, and they are so familiar!

......

"Dada, Dada, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Vernon's screams interrupted the silence.

Harry's uncle dragged his bulky body from the living room, his walrus beard fluttering in a mess, as he always did whenever he was agitated.

Harry looked sideways at Dudley and walked away from him just in time. I saw Dudley shake in place for a while, his face turned blue...... Then he opened his mouth, and with a mouthful, he spat on the doormat.

"What the hell is going on?" said Aunt Vernon, angrily.

"Dudley......" Aunt Petunia seemed to wake up from a dream, and she seemed to look at Professor Snape again, "This is my son......"

Snape looked at Dudley Dursley's "stout" frame.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the ground: "Scourgify!"

As the dirt on the ground disappeared...... Uncle Vernon also noticed the uninvited guest.

He asked, with some hostility and viciousness, "Who are you?"

"Severus Snape!" Snape said coldly, "Potter's Potions teacher!"

"What the hell is Potions class...... Vernon-Dursley muttered, but when he saw the little stick in Snape's hand, he quickly shut his mouth in fright.

A year ago, during the summer vacation, Uncle Vernon had a little conflict with Arthur Weasley because of an accident, and it seems that she still remembers it vividly.

Harry also noticed that Professor Snape's wand had an extra wand cover than before.

However, he quickly turned his attention away from the matter.

......

They hurriedly supported Dudley, whose knees were weak, and crossed the threshold and moved all the way to the sofa.

"Severus, this is my husband!" said Aunt Penny, as if plucking up her courage, pointing to Aunt Vernon beside her.

Harry bet Uncle Vernon must have been shocked by the moment.

Penny ...... You ......" he pointed to his wife, and then to the greasy wizard in front of him.

"He was my neighbor when I was a kid...... Me and Lily ...... My sister and I ......," Aunt Penny added in a whisper.

But Harry Potter had already heard the conversation......

What? Snape and Aunt Penny, and their own mother, neighbors when they were kids?

Why hasn't anyone ever told themselves about this...... Whether it's Lupin, Sirius, or Dumbledore......

The expression on Harry's face froze there.

"He's sick, Penny!" Uncle Vernon didn't notice anything unusual, and most of his attention was on his son: "Who did this, son, tell us their names...... We'll catch them, don't worry. ”

"Yes...... He ......" Dudley pointed at Harry with a shudder.

"Come here, boy!" Aunt Vernon looked at Harry menacingly, "What did you do to my son?"

"Vernon ......"

"Mr. Dursley......"

Two voices, almost at the same time.

Aunt Petunia and Professor Snape looked at each other, and then Professor Snape stepped forward, standing in the way of Harry and Uncle Vernon.

"It was a Dementor who did it. Snape explained calmly.

"What the hell is that?" muttered Aunt Vernon.

"They are the guards of Azkaban......"

To Harry's shock, it was Aunt Petunia who said this. Aunt Penny actually knows about Dementors?

There was a dead silence for two seconds, and then Aunt Petunia covered her mouth with her hand, as if she had accidentally said something disgusting.

There had been so many things Harry couldn't have imagined today, except that the Dementors had appeared on Privet Road.

"That's right!" Professor Snape nodded, "and then he pulled out a small vial of reddish liquid from his pocket. ”

"What's that?" said Aunt Vernon, "Are you going to poison my son?"

Professor Snape gave him a cold look.

"You can't feed that to my son!" continued Aunt Vernon growled. Clearly, Dudley Dursley had a haunting experience because of wizarding items...... A year ago, he mistakenly ingested the Weasley brothers' candy and grew a tongue more than a meter long.

"Vernon!" Aunt Petunia grabbed Aunt Vernon to prevent him from rushing over and punching Professor Snape.

Professor Snape was on the side, feeding the potion from the vial into Dudley's mouth, who was still immobile.

"Elixir of Rejoice!, it can soothe injuries inflicted by Dementors!" Professor Snape said calmly.

Dudley coughed violently, and he struggled to his feet from the couch.

"I feel like I'm okay, Daddy!" Dudley said weakly.

......

Aunt Vernon helped Dudley upstairs to his room.

In the living room downstairs, only the three of them were left.

Harry sat on the couch with some trepidation, he didn't think Professor Snape would say anything nice about himself.

Clinker, neither Professor Snape nor Aunt Petunia had set their sights on herself......

"You're a teacher at Hogwarts?" said Aunt Petunia, a little trembling.

"Yes. Snape nodded, "Potions class." ”

"I remember her favorite thing being Potions class......" Aunt Petunia blurted out, but she quickly covered her mouth again.

Harry Potter only feels dizzy right now, there are so many things that have happened today that he can't understand.

"I think I have to leave!" Professor Snape stood up suddenly.

Then he grabbed Harry's sleeve and pulled it all the way to the door of Number 4 Privet Road.

"Potter!" Professor Snape looked at Harry and said viciously, word for word, "Don't tell anyone what happened today?"

"Anyone!"

Under Harry's bewildered gaze, Snape had vanished into the darkness.

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