"No, it doesn't make sense—"

"How does it not make sense?"

"It's impossible for my parents to get back together, let alone have another child? You don't understand, my bastard father...... He's always hated children, and he's long since lost interest in my mother......"

In the potions preparation room, Maca sat on a hospital bed leaning against the wall, beads of sweat on her forehead, but her face was calm.

On the contrary, Snape, who was usually gloomy, seemed quite irritable.

"Now, how can a sister suddenly appear? There must be something wrong with this...... I remember Kingsley mentioning that the woman was suspicious in the first place. ”

"So, when did your parents leave?" Maca said calmly.

Snape frowned, sighed, and said, "I know what you mean...... That's right, if you just look at the time, it's not completely impossible...... Before that bastard Muggle left, he also meant to go to the United States......"

"So, after your father left, your mother chased after you...... Is it? Maca continued to ask.

"It's a waste of effort to chase after it, that guy...... He doesn't like people or things that have anything to do with magic...... Snape sullenly, "No, he doesn't like anything, he's always been a boring guy." ”

"Anyway...... I still recommend you take a look at that photo. Maca looked up, her voice small but surprisingly firm, "At least what I see is a couple smiling at each other. ”

"Smiling?"

Snape's hand clenched slightly, but as if sensing his own thoughts, he immediately let go.

“…… How could it be, I've never seen him smile. ”

He dropped the words, then turned around and strode towards the crucible. The way he walked was as hot as ever, and he had the momentum to leave all his worries behind.

But if you look closely, you will find that his steps are no longer as precise as they usually seem to measure.

Maca didn't say anything more, not only because he understood that what he had to say and do had already been done, but it was up to Snape to choose.

In any case, at least Maca knows that even having only one loved one is much better than having none.

After that, neither of them said anything more. As time passed slowly, the sound of "cooing" in the cauldron gradually subsided.

"McLean, drink it...... Mclean? ”

When Snape called for the third time, Marka's eyes moved, as if she had just heard it.

"Hmm......" he said hoarsely, "help ...... I, a handful. ”

"Can you swallow it yourself?" Snape tugged him to his feet and looked at him.

"It's okay...... It's just that you've been lying down for too long...... My body is numb...... Nothing more. ”

Maca muttered as she moved her eyes, but her pupils were unfocused.

"Don't talk nonsense at this time." Snape casually pushed his raised hand out of the way, and then brought the test tube containing the liquid to his mouth.

Once the potions had been poured into Maca's mouth, Snape cleaned up the test bench and made his way to the door of the potions preparation room.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

"After the medicine has worked, you can sleep...... And ......," Snape thought for a moment, "well, yes...... Before I came over, Dumbledore asked me to bring you a word. ”

"Dumbledore? What words? Maca asked softly with her eyelids drooping.

"He said he was going to give you something...... Now, of course...... We'll have to wait until you're recovered. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Snape stopped talking, turned around and left.

In fact, it's not even a few hours before dawn. When the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, Maca felt a fever all over his body, and he finally loosened the nerves that had been tense all the time, and soon fell asleep......

At noon the next day, Maca woke up from her hospital bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he caught a dazzled glimpse of a man sitting on the edge of the bed.

“…… Lana? ”

Lena, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, heard this and immediately stood up.

"Good afternoon, Mr. McLean." She said quietly.

"Hmm."

Maca covered her forehead and rubbed her temples, trying to support her still heavy body, but her arms were weak. Lena quickly grabbed him.

"Thank you."

Lena shook her head slightly.

"Are you feeling better?" She suddenly asked, "How long will it take to recover?" ”

The older sister of the werewolf sisters usually doesn't take the initiative to ask questions, and although she behaves very gently, most of them don't ask the same question like this in a row due to the habit of keeping a distance from people.

But today, she seems to have some subtle changes.

"Well, it's actually fine, it's just that I consumed too much energy yesterday......" Maca leaned on the pillow and looked at her suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Is there something going on? ”

"Lenny, I don't want anything to happen to you."

Is that really the case?

Lena, the older sister, put all her heart on that crazy girl-like sister. Everything my sister expects will be the direction and motivation in her life.

"By the way, what about Miss Tia?" Maca suddenly remembered the conversation she had had with Snape last night.

"Miss Tia is over there in the greenhouse, watering the weeds."

"Oh, it's almost the full moon again......" Maca nodded, "then...... Did Snape go to her? ”

"Nope."

Hearing Lena's answer, Maca couldn't help but sigh.

……

Around the same time, the North Tower of Hogwarts Castle.

The divination classroom was at the very top of the tower, but it was more like a windowless attic, if I had to say it.

In fact, the divination classroom has windows, but the divination professor Trelawney always likes to stuff the windows with thick curtains, so that not even the slightest light can penetrate.

The lighting inside is basically all candles.

That said, the classroom does have a mysterious feel to it, and it's warm in winter. But in the summer, it's like a big oven.

In the middle of the last row of the classroom, Harry and Ron sat together, boredly flipping through Harry's journal.

They jokingly call this kind of diary "dream diary" because it is full of records of their dreams. This is actually one of the assignments in the divination class, but it's just ...... Not everyone can remember every dream clearly!

Most of the diary was figured out by the two of them together. Just write more about death, disasters, and so on, or bad things.

Professor Trelawney liked that tone.

To be honest, the class was a bit of a no-brainer, and they felt that way from the beginning.

"Say, what happened to Maca this time? It's only been a day in class, and he's gone again......" Ron whispered as he leaned next to Harry, looking at his journal.

"Alas...... He's too busy," Harry shook his head, "if only we could help him......

"Who's to say it isn't?" Ron agreed.

At this moment, there was a soft "crunch" in their ears. Both of them turned their heads at the same time to look, only to see Umbridge coming up through the trapdoor on the floor.

"Oh, that old woman again!" Ron grumbled in the smallest of voices.

"At least she hasn't been to the ancient magic class since the first lesson she gave back to Maca." Harry said, grinning softly.

Not to mention that the two of them were muttering to each other, and when Umbridge came out of the trapdoor, the little wizards who were laughing fell silent.

Probably because he heard the voices in the classroom and suddenly lowered down, Professor Trelawney popped up a head behind the lectern, which was full of all kinds of messy divination props.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Umbridge said, with a smile still on her face, "do you have a solution to my last question?" ”

"It's okay......"

Professor Trelawney nodded with a blank face, but after a perfunctory moment, he retracted his head again.

Umbridge didn't care, she grabbed the nearest armchair and dragged it to the front of the classroom, deliberately next to the lectern.

It's just that there were so many things around the lectern that she simply pushed some of them away with her feet before she sat down.

"Hmm...... Isn't it a little stuffy? ”

Umbridge paused, set aside a fancy bag in her hand, and drew her wand and flicked it at the large, heavy curtain.

In an instant, the curtains were suddenly separated, and the dazzling sunlight shone straight in, making everyone squint.

With that done, Umbridge picked up her beloved bag again, pulled out a clipboard from it, and waited contentedly for the bell to ring.

Professor Trelawney slammed the quilt in his hand on the table, trembling slightly as the divination props piled up on the lectern.

She tugged at her shawl with her trembling hands, and glanced at Umbridge through her eyes as thick as the bottom of a cauldron.

"What's wrong, Professor Trelawney?"

Umbridge's sweet, greasy smile made Trelawney feel uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and still didn't answer, just looked away at the young wizards in the classroom.

"Jingle bell—"

The class bell finally rang.

"Today, we're going to continue to learn about foreboding 'dreams,'" said Professor Trelawney in her usual ethereal tone, but the classroom was devoid of the dim atmosphere of the past, and her deliberate expression seemed even more silly.

“…… So, please divide into groups of two and interpret each other's recent dream information with the help of the Dream Interpretation Guide. ”

With that said, Trelawney was about to sit down when she realized that if she had nothing to do here now, Umbridge would come up and pester her.

So, she immediately turned to the left, bypassed the divination props around the lectern, and walked over to the students.

"Quick, think of a dream!" Harry hurriedly urged Ron.