"Sir, please calm down," Russell said, raising his hands and giving him a French military salute.
"Answer me!" he roared, waving his right hand wildly. Russell carefully dodged, afraid of being poked by the wand.
"Adams, I heard this news from the Addams Family. The savior of the British wizarding world, the vanquisher of the mysterious man, the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter," Russell said quickly, seeing that his state was getting worse.
This was, of course, something he made up. Wednesday hadn't told him much about the wizarding world. Although he knew that wizards had mind-reading magic, Russell had no better solution at the moment and could only hope that this Hogwarts professor would adhere to the wizards' principles and not casually attack him.
Just now, Russell had already deduced his identity through his appearance and his reaction when he heard Harry Potter's name: the double agent, Lord Voldemort's chief subordinate, Dumbledore's trusted confidant, the Head of Slytherin, Professor Severus Snape.
"Adams..." Snape's agitated expression calmed down considerably after hearing this name, and a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the boy in front of him, never expecting him to have any connection with that family.
"Have less to do with them. For a young wizard like you, it's too dangerous," Snape thought for a moment and said to Russell.
"Okay, sir," Russell nodded, not refuting. He wisely didn't mention what had just happened. He didn't want to receive the same treatment at Hogwarts as Harry Potter.
"My name is Severus Snape, a professor at Hogwarts." Snape's tone was still a bit stiff, but Russell knew this was his usual style, so he invited him to sit down and offered him a cup of tea.
"Thank you," Snape nodded. When facing anyone other than Harry Potter and the little lions of Gryffindor, he still maintained proper politeness.
"Are your parents not home? I need to get their consent to allow you to attend Hogwarts," he said lightly, taking a sip of tea.
"My parents have both passed away," Russell said, spreading his hands. "Also, what exactly is Hogwarts?" he asked, like a child who had never known magic existed.
Snape was visibly stunned when he heard this, but he quickly recovered.
"I'm sorry, Feisuoen, but you really haven't received a Hogwarts acceptance letter?"
Russell shook his head.
"Well, it seems another owl made a mistake," he said somewhat mockingly, then pulled out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Russell.
"You'll understand after reading this letter. I still need to notify other young wizards. In a few days, another professor will come to take you to buy the necessary things for school," Snape finished, then turned and opened the door.
"Goodbye, Professor Snape," Russell said quickly, without having time to examine the letter in his hand.
"Remember to stay away from Adams, Feisuoen. That's my advice to you."
Snape paused, not looking back, his deep voice echoing in Russell's ears. At this moment, the place where he had been standing was already empty.
Although the Adams Family was a bit strange, they left a good impression on him. He didn't know why Snape would say such a thing.
What surprised Russell the most was that Snape wasn't as aggressive as he was in the movies; instead, he gave him a feeling of being cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Was it his imagination? Russell wasn't entirely sure about that.
He looked at the envelope in his hand, caressing the wax seal with the Hogwarts crest, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. From this moment on, the magical world had completely opened its arms to him.
...
"You mean you received a Hogwarts acceptance letter?"
With a creaking sound, Wednesday's swing went higher and higher, almost reaching a ninety-degree angle. The smile on her face grew wider, while Russell sat on a swing nearby, admiring the cards Parsley had collected while answering Wednesday's question.
"That's right," Russell said, "Just yesterday, I met Professor Snape from Hogwarts."
"This is..." He suddenly frowned, carefully examining the card in his hand.
The image on the card was a bald man with a pale face, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg, wielding a wand menacingly. Without a doubt, this was Lord Voldemort.
As if noticing Russell staring at him, Lord Voldemort grinned, turned his head towards Russell's direction, and with a flick of his wrist, a dazzling green light instantly filled his entire vision.
"This probably wasn't obtained through legitimate channels, was it?" Russell returned the card to Parsley. Even mentioning Lord Voldemort's name made wizards in the British wizarding world tremble with fear, so how could such cards be allowed to circulate?
"Of course, this is a unique collection," Parsley said triumphantly.
At this moment, Wednesday also stopped and spoke slowly in a deliberate, low voice.
"Hogwarts, that place is a nightmare for wizards. They even sing in unison in the Great Hall." Thinking of this, Wednesday's small face immediately crumpled into a frown.
"Sounds pretty terrifying," Russell shrugged. Through their time together, he knew that the Adams Family's values were slightly different from those of ordinary people. For example, optimistic and positive Disney animations were completely unbearable to Wednesday; she even felt fear towards them.
There's nothing wrong with that, Russell thought.
"By the way, Wednesday, have you received your Hogwarts acceptance letter?" Russell asked curiously. If Wednesday went with him, he would at least have a companion.
"Wednesday is only ten years old; she won't receive her Hogwarts acceptance letter until next year," Parsley interjected, putting away his cards. "But Mom said Wednesday seems to want to go to Durmstrang in Germany more."
"No, I'm going to Hogwarts," Wednesday suddenly interrupted Parsley. Since Russell received his Hogwarts acceptance letter, she wanted to go too.
...
"You received a Hogwarts acceptance letter? That's not surprising; it's about time," Morticia said, knitting a sweater on the sofa, her fingers flying, a dazzling sight. "It brings back memories."
"You used to study at Hogwarts?" Russell was a bit surprised. Perhaps due to stereotypes, he always felt that the Adams couple should both be excellent graduates of Durmstrang.
"That's right, I was a Hufflepuff. Professor Sprout was my Head of House, and we had a very good relationship," she said, pointing to the side.
Following the direction of her finger, Russell saw a vibrant expanse of green, where a large patch of strangely shaped plants grew, wildly waving their branches. He even saw the man-eating plant among them that had almost swallowed his head.