Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 442 Malfoy: I need to ask my mother!

No one knew exactly what Snape and Hera discussed in private, but since that day, both of them have become much more cautious.He didn't know that from that day on, Hera still had a black snake hanging on her shoulder from time to time. Sirius could have been wandering around the castle, but he was idling all day long, but was caught by Snape.

Sirius was invited by Snape to be his teaching assistant. This is probably Snape's bad taste.He commanded Sirius to help him with all kinds of work almost every day in class, which made him feel very comfortable. After all, there is nothing more fun than having a school bully obey his orders.

"Late again, Potter." Snape said coldly as Harry hurried into the candle-lit classroom, "Tens from Gryffindor."

Harry glared at Snape, rushed to the chair next to Ron and sat down, wishing Sirius could say something for him, but he stood beside Snape like a well-behaved dog, as if he didn't know Harry at all.

In fact, this was what Sirius hoped for. Since he worked with Professor Snape, Harry really treated him much colder, which made Sirius even more grateful to Snape.It can be said that in his eyes, Snape is already second only to Dumbledore.

"Before I start class, I'd like to read your dementor paper," Snape said, with a careless wave of his wand, and twenty-five rolls of parchment rose into the air and fell into a neat pile on his desk. "I hope it's better than you, this time it's better than that nonsense thing about resisting the Imperius Curse. Now, please open the book and turn to—what's the matter, Classmate Finnigan?"

"Sir," Seamus said, "I have a question. How do you tell the difference between an Inferi and a ghost? Because the Inferi is mentioned in the Daily Prophet—"

"No, there's no such thing," Snape said wearily.

"But sir, I hear people say—"

"If you read that article carefully, Mr. Finnigan, you will know that the so-called Inferi is just a smelly thief, Mundungus Fletcher."

"An infernal corpse is a corpse resurrected by the magic of a black wizard. It will become a terrifying puppet, and can also be used by that black wizard as a sacrificial servant. If a person is facing an infernal corpse instead of a living person, the most obvious sign is its white cloudy eyes." Sirius suddenly spoke, as if he had memorized it long ago, his opening attracted everyone's attention.But he continued on.

"As for ghosts, ghost formation is that some wizards who are afraid of death or cannot disappear for some reason leave a mark or a certain magic mark on the place where they once lived, which is closely related to their soul. After they die, this magic starts to work."

After Sirius finished speaking, the whole classroom was quiet, he scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled awkwardly, "Am I wrong?"

"No, exactly." Snape said in shock, he looked at Sirius for the first time and felt that his smile was not so disgusting, and there was a sudden murmur of discussion from the bottom of the steps, and Snape almost didn't have to look to know who it was.

"Potter! You seem to have a lot to say on this subject." Snape pointed towards the back of the classroom, raised his head, and stared at Harry with black eyes unemotionally. "Let's ask Potter, how to distinguish an Inferi from a ghost?"

The whole class looked back at Harry. He tried hard to recall that he might have seen a few words of introduction from that book. He also tried to ask Hermione for help, but at the moment everyone's attention in the classroom was on him, and Hermione didn't have a chance to tell him the answer.

"Er—the—the ghost is transparent—"

"Oh, good," Snape cut him off with a curl of his lips, "yes, it's obvious that nearly six years of magical education has paid off on you, Bo, ghosts are transparent."

A few Slytherins laughed shrilly, and a few Gryffindors giggled.Harry took a deep breath and continued calmly, albeit in a rage: "Ghosts are transparent, but Inferi are dead, aren't they? So they should be solid—"

"Five-year-olds can say that too." Snape sneered. "I don't expect you to be able to say something better. Now, open the book and turn to page 130, Sirius, help me open the courseware."

"No problem, sir." Sirius said diligently, and stepped forward to help Snape flip the paper off the blackboard.

"He wasn't supposed to be on Snape's side," Harry said puffed up as he sat down, wondering why Sirius followed Snape like a pug - sorry he didn't want to use that word - after him.Sirius is his godfather and should be on his side, shouldn't he
"I think he must have tricked Sirius with some kind of rhetoric. We all know he has lost his memory." Ron agreed, which brought him and Harry to a consensus, and they nodded together, as if admiring themselves for coming up with such a reasonable logic.

Hermione gave them an annoyed look, and said in a low voice, "Do you think Snape seems to be a smooth talker? Don't tell me you have been in his class for six years, you still don't know what kind of person he is."

Harry and Ron languished for a moment, and continued for the rest of the class.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students were all packing their schoolbags and preparing to go to the classroom for the next class, Snape stopped Draco Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy, please wait a moment." Snape said without looking up, he sat comfortably in the chair, Sirius helped him organize everything, he didn't have to worry about anything now, Sirius was as hardworking as a house elf.

The students were almost gone, and Draco walked slowly to the front of the podium, looking much thinner and paler, with a hideous dark gray to his skin, perhaps because he hadn't seen much sunlight these days.He had no sense of pride, excitement or arrogance, and Snape knew at a glance that the task Voldemort had given him was not going well.

"Professor Snape, I don't know what you want to keep me for?" Draco said slowly, she looked very nervous, her hands were tightly in her pockets.

Without raising his head, Snape said to Sirius on the podium beside him, "Help me go to the kitchen and get an espresso, and it will be delivered to my office later."

"No problem, no problem." Sirius left with a grin. Although he lost his memory, he didn't become mentally retarded. He could still hear what Snape said.

Sirius left the classroom and disappeared with the sound of the door closing.Snape looked up, his black beetle-like eyes staring blankly at Malfoy.

"What exactly are you going to do?"

"Give it up, I've said it a long time ago, I know Occlumency, and yours won't work for me." Draco sneered, "Don't our dean have any new methods?"

"If you're smart enough, you know that you shouldn't refuse the help of an older wizard. Lestrange sees your little tricks that don't make sense." Snape said coldly, "We can assume that if you want your parents to die in Azkaban, then I think it's understandable for you to do all this."

"Don't get involved with them!" Malfoy said viciously, "This is a task entrusted to me by my lord, and this is my honor."

"But you don't have a choice, you have to do it, don't you?" Snape's voice sounded like a cold Parseltongue, and Malfoy shivered fiercely.

"I don't have a choice," Malfoy said, his face turning even more defeated.

Snape stood up and walked slowly towards Malfoy, "So, why refuse someone who is willing to help you? You don't think Hera and I are on the same side, do you?"

Malfoy pursed his lips and said nothing, he just stared at Snape's face, as if checking whether he was reliable enough.

"You can find your aunt and mother. I am willing to help you. Of course, after that, you will have to pay a sufficient price." Snape looked down at Malfoy and sneered.

After a while, Malfoy seemed to think it over, "I'll tell Mom."

"What a kid." Snape sneered, leaping over Malfoy and leaving the classroom.

Draco Malfoy looked at Snape's back, his face changed several times, his fists were clenched tightly, and finally he could only slam it on the table as if venting, making a loud noise.

On Friday, Malfoy brought the meaning of his mother and aunt, "They hope to talk in detail in Spider's End, a place that is safe enough."

Snape turned the pen in his hand several times, his face froze, he was thinking about the feasibility of this plan, and as the pen was put on the table by him, "Yes."

"They will visit No. 19, Spider's End Lane at two o'clock this Sunday." Malfoy bowed slightly, "I will find a reasonable reason to go."

"You?" Snape gave him a squinting look. "Do you want that fellow Lestrange to drive you out of the castle as soon as possible? If you really want to, then you should leave Hogwarts on Sunday. You're stupid."

Malfoy, who was ridiculed by Snape, turned ugly. He stood there blankly, and finally said fiercely, "It's better that you can say that to them."

"I've always dared to say that, Draco." Snape glared at Draco coldly, "You'd better remember who you are working for, and don't think that your relatives can save your life, you better know the direction."

Malfoy seemed to be desperately restraining himself from yelling, he swallowed, took a few deep breaths, his eyes were fixed on Snape, "Thank you for your kind words, Professor Snape."

Snape waved Malfoy away.He sat behind the desk, looking at the piles of homework that seemed to never be corrected on the desk, he felt a little annoyed, he had to deal with people from four camps at the same time, which made him a little exhausted.

"Hera, your plan had better be successful." Snape put his head on his hands, and he murmured. To be safe, he didn't tell him the specific details of Hera's plan, and he couldn't even tell him which step it had reached.

This matter is of great importance. Even if Snape's Occlumency Technique has reached its peak, he can't guarantee that he can resist Voldemort's Legilimency every time. Once Voldemort figures out his mind, even just a little bit, is dangerous enough.

And Snape's most common way to fight Voldemort's Legilimency is to store the memory in the Pensieve. As long as he doesn't have this memory, he won't be seen, right?
(ps: I remember that the Pensieve has two ways of copying and pasting and cutting and pasting. I remember that there is such a saying, but I have checked it for a long time, and I am not sure if it is correct)

In the next few days of this week, the students were very happy to see that their headmaster, Hera Lestrange, finally came out of the sadness. He began to appear in the auditorium on time, and he also smiled again. He was joking with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

To be honest, the current appearance of Hera makes Professor McGonagall and other professors very happy. They need a headmaster who is as strong, confident and optimistic as Dumbledore, not a leader who is frustrated all day long.

"But Hera, when did you have this pet?" Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the black snake lying on Hera's shoulder. It didn't look like a very good pet.

"This is a new pet I got last year, but it's been with Filch before." Hera said with a smile. "It's not such a special pet, is it, Minerva?"

"Oh, oh, of course," said Professor McGonagall awkwardly.

Harry sat at the long table in Gryffindor, secretly making up his mind to use the Felix Felicia he had won in Potions class, which he had won in Professor Slughorn's class from the Half-Blood Prince's notes, and although Hermione thought it disgraceful, both Harry and Ron thought they deserved it.

"So, Harry - do you want to use Felicia?" Ron asked just right.

"Well, I think it's best to use it," said Harry. "I don't think it's necessary to use them all, because either a dozen will disappear, or an overnight. I'll just take a sip, and two or three hours should be enough."

"That feeling is wonderful," said Ron nostalgic. Last year, Hera had given him a 'Felix Elixir', although it turned out to be just a glass of sugar water. "It seems that you can do nothing wrong."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione laughed, "You haven't had a drink!"

"Yeah, but I thought I'd had it, didn't I?" said Ron seriously, "It's about the same."

They planned to wait until after dinner, when Slughorn had returned to his office, before Harry sneaked up to Professor Slughorn. This was one of their few chances, and Harry had put it off for too long.

(End of this chapter)