Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 47 We Are All Longing for Redemption
The location of the Potions classroom is different from other classrooms. There is no warm sunshine in the Herbal Medicine classroom, nor the open and bright classroom of Transfiguration, and there are not all kinds of books piled up on the floor in the Charms class, and even the smell of garlic. Wei'er's defense against the dark arts is more sunny than here.

This is the basement level of Hogwarts, close to the lower classrooms in the Black Lake area, and only two turns away from the Slytherin common room.
The wet darkness seems to be hanging on the top of the person's head, and the cold dampness is moistening the hair a little bit, wrapping the wet and cold tentacles around the neck, trying to take away your strength to breathe.

Along the wall are two long rows of shelves, filled with glass jars, each the size of a human head, one animal specimen after another is soaked in the light green or light yellow transparent liquid.

Some of them are intact, but hideous, and some are heart-piercing, after being dissected and dissected, hundreds of eyes are floating in the potion, staring coldly at this group of dead eyes. little wizard.

The Gryffindor student who was flamboyant and bold couldn't help shrinking his shoulders. At this moment, the warrior Seamus was no longer as vigorous as before. He huddled with other partners obediently and moved forward cautiously.

Including those Slytherin students, even though their lounge is very close to here, they were also shocked by this weird painting style when they came to the Potions classroom for the first time.

There was no whispering in the classroom, and the little wizards sat upright in their respective positions, waiting for the pointer to point to the nine o'clock direction.

"Click~" The second hand of the clock jumped to the twelve o'clock position. Just after nine o'clock, there were clear footsteps outside the door, and then a slightly pale hand came in and pushed open the classroom door.

Snape walked into the classroom wearing a black robe with a hint of cold wind.

"Quiet."

His whisper-like voice was clearly heard by everyone in this almost frozen classroom. Snape didn't need to say these words, whether it was before or after he came, in the Potions classroom It was obvious that the little wizard had heard of Snape's notoriety a long time ago, so he was much more cautious here than in other classes.

A thin roll was opened. Like Professor Flitwick, the first thing Snape did when the class started was roll call. As expected, he paused when he called Harry's name. .

"Oh, yes," he whispered, then lifted his gaze from the page slightly, past the Slytherins sitting in the first row, to Harry's place.

"Harry Potter~" He dragged his voice, like the breath of a poisonous snake, making the back of his neck itchy, and he couldn't help scratching.

"Here's our newcomer—a big name."

There was no warmth in Snape's eyes, he looked at Harry and transmitted the coldness to him.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Harry still couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The gaze was too cold, but at this moment, he remembered what Ron had said to him.

Harry tried his best to keep his expression unmoved. Although he failed to move the corner of his mouth, he remained calm and calm and cast his gaze on Snape.

Those emerald green eyes are very bright, even in this dark and wet classroom, the eyes are still clear.

Snape paused, he crumpled the parchment in his hand, as if awakened from a dream in the middle of the night, he raised his head with a huff, and took a step back with his right foot.

As if startled, Snape straightened up, but the black voluminous robes concealed his other movements, which did not elicit any reaction from the other young wizards.

Only Malfoy, the young man with brilliant blond hair sitting in the first row, and his two attendants covered their mouths and giggled, but just as they turned around, they met Ron's eyes.

The bulging pectoral muscles twitched, and Malfoy, whose face turned pale from fright, shrank into a ball instantly, and quickly turned his head with a stern face, and stopped looking back.

Snape, who came back to his senses, continued to read the names on the list a little absent-mindedly, but he didn't look up again, and finished reading casually in a coping manner. Even when Ron was mentioned, he just frowned and nodded. pass.

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation."

He whispered like a raving, although his voice was low, but everyone in the classroom heard every word he said.

Unlike Professor McGonagall's sternness, Snape's method of making the classroom orderly and quiet seems even more frightening. This indescribable aura seems to be able to freeze people's thinking and suppress your heartbeat.

"Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic."

Snape's expression seemed to be a bit confused, and then he continued: "I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of that slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. will really understand the liquids that flow into people's blood vessels, their magical power that makes people's hearts flutter and their minds blur."

The voice seemed more unreal, but Snape's voice was slightly higher now.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—" he paused, "but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of stupid fools I often meet."

Like a mind flayer playing tricks on people's hearts, this frightening and depressing speech aroused the inner desires of the little wizards. In the silent classroom, pairs of burning and shining eyes stared at this man who spread coldness and darkness. Nepe is like an abyss to be gazed at, dark yet full of temptation and attraction, making one want to fall into it.

He savored this silent longing, and the corners of his lips pursed, as if there was a trace of unfulfilled desire.

"Potter!"

Snape spoke suddenly, breaking the soundless silence he had brewed.

"What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

"A pair of dead water, Professor Snape."

Harry, who was startled, spoke nervously. He stared at the table, and then Ron stepped on his foot.

"So, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you look for it?"

It seemed that this was what Snape was looking forward to, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a smile of unknown meaning crawled up the corners of his lips.

"From the stomach of a cow, is that so, Professor Snape?"

Harry finally remembered Ron's advice, the pain on his feet made him concentrate, and the two correct answers gradually relieved Harry's tense nerves.

He raised his head again, and his eyes met a pair of black eyes that looked chilling, but Harry didn't flinch, and even made an inch of it, staring at each other.

His eyes are clear, there is no trace of unnaturalness in his eyes, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth seem to make these green pool-like eyes ripple a little bit.

Snape stopped suddenly, just like before, he looked into Harry's eyes in a daze, the silence in the classroom reached the highest point, the students were holding their breath, and even almost wanted to stop their heartbeat.

Snape's lips moved slightly, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"So, what's the difference between Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma?"

"There's no difference, they're both aconites, Professor Snape."

Harry replied calmly. He didn't move his eyes away. At this moment, he was thinking about his father's trophy, and the involuntary smile was like a spring breeze. Harry's face flashed a little while he didn't realize it. A gentle smile, full of nostalgia.

He blinked and shook the blue lake in his eyes.

"Lily." Snape let out a low moan that no one could hear, and he seemed to see that day again.
That gloomy, but sunny afternoon.

There's a swing, there's a girl, and there's a skinny boy who pushes the girl to make her happy.

The boy has a pair of black eyes, the world in those dark eyes has been completely filled by the laughing figure in front of him, it is the emerald green color that can clear away all the haze.

"Lily."

He murmured, but no one could hear him.

"Twenty points to Gryffindor, excellent answer, Harry."

Under the terrified gazes of all the Slytherins, Snape spoke calmly, then quickly turned around, and wrote lines of profound handwriting stroke by stroke on the small blackboard.

(End of this chapter)