That evening, Senna calculated the dates and mentioned she'd return before the full moon. She gathered her purchased materials and was about to go back to brew potions when Lys hesitated and shared her suspicion about her father's spinal injury.
"So, you're saying there's a chance Noah might stand again?"
"Possibly, just possibly, Mom. I've experimented on myself—I mean, I've tested it—but since this is a mixed injury that's been lingering for over a decade, I'm not sure if Dad's condition is exactly like mine, Mom."
Standing in the doorway, Senna's amber eyes reflected the tall figure before her. "Are you sure you know what you're saying? Your father is a werewolf. If he stands, he'll become a threat, and you will be ostracized by the wizarding world. Your future... no, you will have no future. Do you truly, sincerely wish for him to stand?"
Lys couldn't quite grasp her mother's thoughts, but she genuinely wished for her father to stand.
She nodded solemnly.
The false smile on Senna's face finally gained some authenticity. She opened the glass door in front of her, letting the unobstructed sunlight shine on her hair and body, and the long-held gloom quietly retreated from the corners of her eyes.
"First, solve your own problems, little lunatic," she said, clutching her suitcase, which was full of the cookies Lys had baked overnight, the kind that didn't crumble. She Apparated.
With Senna gone, Noah always wanted to re-establish his image as a father, but he failed every time. His daughter coaxed him like she coaxed her snake, especially now that she had taken his wheelchair away for modification, leaving him powerless on a cushioned chair.
"Starry Sea Reading Room, please keep quiet in the reading room," came the sound of the door opening, and in walked a familiar face—Snape.
Snape wasn't here to read. He had come specifically to find Lys. He hesitated, unsure if asking directly would be too bold and touch a sore spot, but it was rare for him to even consider this.
Lys clutched the magic crystal in her hand and the half-modified wheelchair armrest. "Reading? I found some new potion books, from China and Italy. Would you like to take a look?" With a casual wave of her wand, several books jumped onto the table in front of Snape, jostling to get into his hands.
There was no helping it; Lys's emotional control ability was currently very poor, and she was so happy that her magic was visibly expressing her emotions.
Snape organized the books on the table, glanced at Lys, then at her father, indicating that he had something inconvenient to say. "If Miss Black could spare a little time for me, I would be most honored, wouldn't I?"
Floating her tools beside her, Lys nodded apologetically. "Have a seat, I'll be done soon, just wait a moment."
In alchemy, some formations require a single drawing. If completed in batches, not only would the technique be subpar, but the effect would also be greatly reduced. Especially since Noah's magic was blocked due to injury, his power was very weak, so only the most complete formation was suitable for him.
Snape couldn't understand what Lys was doing, nor did he know how long it would take, so he simply sat down and opened a potion book. The differences in understanding and concepts between countries immediately captivated him.
Knowing that everyone was hungry by noon, Noah propped himself up and made a few simple sandwiches, stuffing them into Lys's mouth. "This time it's really close, Dad. I'll eat by myself in a while," Lys said, sweating as she encountered some small problems with the engraving, and with Snape waiting beside her, she inevitably felt a bit anxious.
Snape's potion formula had been a great help to her, and he hadn't asked for anything in return. In contrast, she had even considered beating him up to rob him of the potion formula while waiting for a reply...
Finally, the tools floating around Lys fell to the ground one by one. She squinted against the sweat stinging her eyes and looked at Snape, asking, "Is there something you need?"
Snape carefully bookmarked the page he was reading, looked at Lys, and remained silent.
"Well, if you don't mind, Snape, there are no customers in the shop, you can speak freely."
"What's your purpose for the formula you requested?" Snape still left half the question unasked.
Lys wiped her face with her sleeve. "Oh, my dad is a werewolf. I heard you had the formula, so I asked you for it."
Snape's eyes widened. "You just said it like that?!" It was known that werewolves had an extremely low status among wizards, even lower than household pests.
Most importantly, they were extremely dangerous, and most were psychologically twisted and evil due to suffering and ostracism.
Seeing Snape's incredulous expression, Lys added, "Half of Diagon Alley knows already, your information is a bit outdated."
No wonder Malfoy threw such a big tantrum after signing the contract today. It turned out that because of her, he had come into contact with a werewolf he looked down upon! Snape wasn't sure if his question was still necessary.
Noah finally got his wheelchair back and joyfully used the array engraved on it to perform a series of spells. The source of magic, besides himself, was a jar of crystals provided by his daughter.
He happily maneuvered the wheelchair over and overheard the conversation between the two. Forcing a smile, he hid the simple sandwich. "Do you want to go out for a meal or a stroll with your friend?"
Lys took the plate of sandwiches and stuffed them into her mouth. She had to admit her dad's cooking was good; the sandwiches were surprisingly delicious, though the bread was a bit dry and crumbly.
Snape watched their interaction, his eyes unfocusing for a moment before turning back to Lys. "If it's convenient, you can find a quiet place here as well."
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