Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Dangerous"

Parsifal could almost see the big blood-red characters in mid-air.

Before today, he had imagined many possible reactions from Snape, including rejection, ridicule, and even anger, but he had never considered the possibility of being defensive.

He would not believe that Snape, who was used to wearing a mask, would lose his composure because of his words. Instead, he was more willing to believe that the other party wanted to scare him and make him give up asking.

"Why is it guarding against Voldemort or... guarding against Dumbledore?"

He didn't believe that Snape's behavior just now was anger. Instead, it was more like using anger to cover up something.

"You learned that the injured drank the blood of unicorns."

Thinking about his words, Parsifal met Snape's gaze. He asked the centaur Bain under what circumstances the blood would show a blue luster, and the answer he received was "drinking the blood of pure creatures."

"What else is worth calling me in the middle of the night?"

Snape said coldly, and the wand was withdrawn from his waist.

"That person is Professor Quirrell. When he was in class this week, he was obviously sweating profusely. He never sat down even once, and his steps were always a little messy."

Parsifal's question quietly changed direction.

"You should go talk to someone else."

Snape pursed his lips, his expression expressionless.

"The blood of unicorns carries a curse. It will twist people and corrupt their souls. But I didn't see Quirrell being affected at all."

Parsifal asked the Centaur if it was possible to drink the blood of a unicorn without being discovered, and he laughed loudly. But in the original book, Quirrell's face was still fine until he was touched by Harry.

Unless, there is another potion or herb that helps Quirrell, allowing him to delay or even resolve the curse. What he wants to know is whether this additional additive will have any impact.

"Parsifal Williams, are you accusing me, Severus Snape, the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, of secretly supporting that sneaky man?"

The black pupils narrowed, Snape lowered his head and spoke word by word. The sallow complexion looks a little pale.

"But I must know what kind of enemy I will face in the Forbidden Forest. He wanders in the Forbidden Forest." He faced Snape without fear. "If his curse is about power, I must know how to deal with it." Method"

"With him here, you, a little wizard, have nothing to worry about."

Snape's voice seemed to come from his throat, a bit like the growl of an angry animal.

"Do you have complete trust in him? If so, just pretend that I have never been here. Even if I have an unfortunate accident in the Forbidden Forest, it has nothing to do with you."

It was Monday that Parsifal handed the fragments of robe to Dumbledore, but when he didn't get any reply or hint from Dumbledore until today, he decided to take action on his own.

"I'm not Dumbledore's man, never have been."

He didn't mind being used as a pawn, but he hated being pushed into the game without his knowledge.

"Leave, I'll just say this one more time."

Snape said in a low voice, but this time he slightly looked away from Parsifal.

"Professor, I'm leaving first."

Understanding what Snape meant, Parsifal left neatly. Sure enough, at lunch he met the Potions Professor in black robes again in the Great Hall.

"Professor Dumbledore gave it to you."

Handing an envelope to Parsifal, Snape said expressionlessly, then threw off his long sleeves and left the auditorium.

"Patsy, why did Professor Snape come to you?"

Hermione beside him asked anxiously, and not far away, Neville, Dean and others were also looking at this place anxiously.

"Maybe Professor Dumbledore has some arrangements for my practical courses. Please ask him to help deliver the letter."

Parsifal opened the varnish and opened the envelope in his hand. Inside was a small note and a pink teacup made of ceramic, the kind Dumbledore often used.

If nothing else, this is a door key made by himself.

The practical courses were naturally used as a cover to deal with other young wizards. After all, neither he nor Dumbledore wanted to be published in the Daily Prophet with a title like "Shocking Hogwarts Freshmen Surprised in the Forbidden Forest."

"Look, the teacup given by Professor Dumbledore is for use in classes. By the way, Hermione, do you have any extra pencils? I forgot to bring them. I'll return them to you later."

Taking out the teacup, Parsifal carefully held the handle and showed it to the others. There was only one sentence on the note, "For use in class", which came from the white wizard's handwriting.

"To use a tea cup like this, you must have participated in very profound training, which may also involve spells above the O.W.L.S. level. I really hope I can be selected."

Hermione handed him the pencil and looked at Parsifal with some envy as he put the tea cup into his pocket. She had always been unwilling to accept that he was the only one in the first grade to be selected. She had been staying in the library until late in the past few days. Go back to the lounge.

After finishing the remaining fried potatoes on the plate, Parsifal left the auditorium and returned to his dormitory.

After confirming that no one was watching, he took out the piece of paper and turned it over. There was a very scrawled paragraph written on it.

"Drinking raw unicorn blood will cause wizards to gradually lose their sense of magic, until they are eventually no different from Muggles. This process is irreversible and cannot be delayed."

This handwriting looks very delicate, and it looks a bit like it was written by a girl, except that the word "delay" is particularly hard. This explains why in the original plot, Quirrell, as a professor, has always been extremely weak. He can clearly suppress him with direct firepower, but he is ignored by Potter.

"But Professor Snape, you could have made your hint more obvious."

Taking out the pencil from his pocket, he carefully turned sideways and scanned the front of the envelope quickly and continuously. Soon, the originally smooth envelope was covered with gray, and a line of very scrawled words appeared in the middle.

"That was a mistake."

There are only three words, and "was" is in the past tense was.

Parsifal felt something was wrong when he first touched the surface of the envelope. When he picked up the tea cup, he also found that his palm was stained with the unique gray color of pencil shavings. He guessed that someone might have written the words first and then selected Wipe it off.

Sure enough, Snape was afraid. He was not afraid of Dumbledore's suspicion, but he was afraid that some part of his past might be the culprit that helped Voldemort come back.

If Parsifal's guess was correct, the magic potion that delayed the effects of the curse came from his research. After all, the arrogant Riddle would never be interested in something that could only be used to "sustain his last breath."