My name is Snape at Hogwarts

The long pale golden hair was draped back in a very regular manner. Even if the other party was close in front of him, Snape could not see any messy hair. Although there was a warm smile on his pale face, those eyes were There is always a sense of ruthlessness and arrogance in his light gray eyes.

"Okay, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself! I am Lucius Malfoy, from the Malfoy family, a sixth-grade student in Slytherin, and also the prefect of Slytherin and the vice president of the student union." Lucius Introduced politely.

"Hello, Severus Snape, nice to meet you!" Snape stood up and smiled lightly.

"I know you, the genius of Ravenclaw!" Lucius smiled, his tone full of admiration, "I dare say that even among Ravenclaws who are famous for their wisdom, there are few people like you. exist!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but compared to Your Excellency, I think my little achievement is not much of an achievement." Snape said calmly.

"You're very humble, man!" Lucius chuckled.

As he spoke, he introduced several people around him to Snape: "This is Alecto, this is Amycus, they are a pair of twins, from the Carrow family, and Wilkes. And this Bit--"

He held the hand of the only female Slytherin and said solemnly: "My beloved, Narcissa Black!"

Everyone else nodded at Snape, only Narcissa smiled at him.

"So, we have gotten to know each other. If time is convenient, we will hold an exchange meeting on the fifth floor of Hogwarts this weekend. I hope you can come too, my friend!" Lucius smiled at Snape explain.

"If I have time, I will go!" Snape nodded.

"Then let's just say it!" Lucius smiled and nodded, bowing slightly, "Then, we won't interrupt, we will meet for exchanges!"

Watching Lucius and his party gradually go away, Snape fell into deep thought. He didn't think this exchange would be that simple.

For what?Could it be that... Snape's eyes narrowed. If he remembered correctly, those people who were around Lucius just now were all future Death Eaters, so the purpose of this exchange meeting would be obvious. ——Invite more people to join Voldemort’s team!

interesting!There was a sneer on Snape's lips. He was somewhat interested in this exchange meeting. If Lucius's answer just now was just an excuse, now he really had an idea of ​​​​going to go.

"Sev!" Lily tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"What's wrong?" Snape looked at Lily, and her face looked a little strange at this time.

"Can you not go to this exchange meeting?" Lily asked cautiously.

"Why?" Snape raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know either!" There was a trace of confusion in Lily's eyes, and she shook her head slightly, "I just don't think those people are good people. I'm worried that you will be in danger if you go!"

what is this?Does the little girl have a sixth sense for no reason?Snape looked at Lily with interest until he saw that the little girl was already blushing, and then said softly: "Maybe your feeling is right, but I haven't thought about it yet."

"Why?" Lily asked anxiously, "I don't want you to be in danger!"

"No, there won't be any danger. Don't forget, this is Hogwarts!" Snape shook his head and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't take risks if it's not necessary!" "

Lily stared at Snape's eyes for a while, then nodded gently, but did not let go of her little hand holding the corner of Snape's clothes.

Snape smiled helplessly and could only let her hold him.

Pure blood, I would like to see what methods you have...

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After breakfast, the three of them agreed to meet in the lounge, and Snape rushed straight to Flitwick's office.

Flitwick's office is also on the eighth floor, next to McGonagall's office.In fact, the offices of the deans of the four major colleges are all on the eighth floor. Of course, if any dean does not want to use the office on the eighth floor, he can find a place by himself. The most indispensable thing in Hogwarts is rooms.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk..."

"Please come in!"

After receiving permission, Snape opened the door and walked in. As soon as he entered, the sight in front of him made the corners of his mouth twitch.

I don't know if it's because of his bloodline, but the decoration in Flitwick's office can definitely be described as dazzling.The golden walls, golden floors, golden desk, and even the pajamas he wore were golden.

If Snape was not mistaken, these gold colors were not copper powder, but real gold.

"Aha, it's you, Severus." Flitwick was looking at one piece of parchment after another, probably correcting his homework, "Just find a place to sit down, wait a moment, if you do not mind."

"It's okay, Professor, you can do your work first, I'll just wait!" Snape replied, and then, with a flick of his wand, a chair floated over and landed next to him without making any sound. sounds, including curses.

Yes, silent spells should normally be an advanced spell-casting skill learned only in the fifth grade. Many students have not mastered this spell-casting skill many years after graduation. It can be said that it is still relatively difficult to learn.

In fact, Snape has not mastered this skill. As for silent spellcasting, he only knows a few spells. Most of them are household spells, which are minor spells. They are the silent spells among the real orthodox spells. He only knows a floating spell.

Even so, Flitwick was shocked. He looked at Snape and the chair. A look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face. He grinned widely and said loudly: "Beautiful Silence Curse, ten points to Ravenclaw, no, fifteen points! You gave me a surprise, Severus!"

"That's nothing, Professor!" Snape smiled.

"You are so humble, kid!" Flitwick laughed and said happily, "Ravenclaw finally has a true genius!"

The two chatted for a while, and at Snape's request, Flitwick also started calling him Sif.

Flitwick asked, "So, do you have anything to do with me, Sev?"

"Yes, Professor." Snape nodded, took out the parchment with some of his own ideas on it, and placed it on Flitwick's desk. .

"Oh, this is..." Flitwick glanced at Snape, picked up the parchment, and read it carefully.

After reading it, Flitwick put the parchment down, the smile on his face disappeared, his brows knitted together, and his long fingers kept rubbing the wand.

"Your idea is to develop this spell, right, Sif?" Flitwick asked softly, "Then, you should know that this is a dark magic!"