My name is Snape at Hogwarts

The dance was over, and Lily wanted to say something to Snape, but Snape was called away by Flitwick. Just pouted, and returned to the dormitory with Pandora unwillingly.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Snape looked at Flitwick with some confusion. It was almost late at night. According to Flitwick's habit, unless Snape came by himself, he would never call he.

"Nothing, just, um, I just want to talk to you." Flitwick burped, and his slightly drunken eyes fell on Snape, "Would you like some black tea, my dear?"

"Okay, if you can add more lemons, that would be great." Snape said unceremoniously.

"Okay, I like this taste very much too." Flitwick nodded with a smile, tapped the table with his wand, and two steaming cups of black tea appeared in front of the two of them.

After drinking a few sips of black tea, the blush on Flitwick's face subsided a little. He took a long breath and murmured to himself: "Sure enough, after drinking the iris wine, you should have a cup of black tea. It is very comfortable."

Snape raised his eyebrows and did not answer. He slowly sipped the black tea in the cup, not drinking as much as Flitwick. Tomorrow was Monday, and he didn't want to be unable to sleep tonight.

"What do you think of Ravenclaw, Sev?" Flitwick asked suddenly, making Snape stunned.

"It's very good. I like it here very much." Although he didn't know Flitwick's purpose, Snape still told his answer. Looking at Flitwick's nervous look, he asked again, "What's wrong, Professor? What happened?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Flitwick waved his hands in a panic, picked up the cup and took another sip, which made his eyes wide open.

I always feel like something is not quite right!Snape felt that Flitwick was very strange. Could it be...

"Professor, do you still remember the magic you helped me develop?" Snape asked seemingly unintentionally, but he quietly clenched the wand in his hand.

"Um, what? Do you mean to listen to the spells with earplugs closed? Or the other two?" Flitwick was also stunned for a moment, and then looked at him strangely, "I remember you have used these spells very well. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Snape shook his head and said to him with a chuckle, "It seems that you are the real Professor Flitwick."

"Of course I am." Flitwick gave him a strange look, then thought of something, and asked with a bit of laughter, "Don't worry, I'm not pretending. I didn't use Transfiguration, and it's even less possible with Polyjuice Potion. You You know, that kind of thing is of no use to the fairy bloodline."

"Okay, that's good." Snape smiled and nodded, putting the wand back.

"Actually, it was Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn who said something to me that made me a little worried." Flitwick said with a wry smile, "They are actually planning to let you go to their academy."

"Transfer house?" Snape raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "I have never seen such a precedent in "Hogwarts: A School History"."

"Precedents are created, Sev." Flitwick sighed, "If you agree, such a precedent will appear. I don't think Dumbledore will stop this from happening. That old bee!”

It seemed that Flitwick was really drunk, and he would not say such things normally.Snape was thinking this in his heart, but he comforted him with a soft smile, "Don't worry, Professor, I won't leave Ravenclaw. What I want is all kinds of magical knowledge, and they can't give it to me." I."

"No, they can give it." Flitwick waved his hand, "The Ravenclaw lounge has never prevented students from other houses from entering. As long as they can get in, this will not stop you. If Professor McGonagall Or if Professor Slughorn drags you to their academy, they will naturally devote all their resources to teaching you."

"But they won't give as much effort as you, Professor!" Snape said softly, "You know, Professor, we have never refused black magic. This is simply impossible in Gryffindor. As for Snape Lytlin, don’t forget, I’m a mixed race.”

"You're right, I originally thought so too, but..."

"Nothing, Professor." Snape interrupted Flitwick and looked into his eyes seriously, "Don't forget, Professor, we still have the Raven's Claw Club. This is our foundation."

"Raven claw marks?" Flitwick finally got a little more energetic when he mentioned this.

"Yes, this is the organization we co-founded." Snape looked at Flitwick and said seriously, "Our dream is to make Ravenclaw great again. Please don't forget it, Professor."

"You're right, I shouldn't forget this!" Flitwick finally smiled and nodded, but there was already a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry, Professor, I will not leave Ravenclaw." Snape stood up and said with a chuckle, "I don't think I will meet a better professor than you. I remember telling you But, Professor, I regard you as my father."

"Go to bed early and have sweet dreams!" After saying that, Snape gave a slight salute and left the office.

The moment he closed the office door, he heard a suppressed whimper. While he chuckled, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Flitwick's situation was indeed not very good.

Compared to McGonagall, who has a background as the principal of Hogwarts, and Slughorn, who has a pure-blood family and his own connections, Flitwick can be described as having a weak foundation at Hogwarts.

Speaking of which, even Sprout is slightly better than Flitwick. After all, this is also someone who stayed at Hogwarts after graduation.

Flitwick had just arrived at Hogwarts a few years ago, and he was still the airborne dean. Even though he was usually very popular with students, his own strength was not bad, and his situation was not that good.

Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help but sigh again. Sure enough, unless there is one person like Dumbledore who can influence the entire magical world, he still needs a strong backing.

At this moment, Snape suddenly felt that the Raven's Claw Club he proposed was really a good move. At least it would add a lot of foundation to himself and make his growth smoother.

If it weren't for Grindelwald and his Sanctuary, Dumbledore wouldn't have grown so fast!Snape secretly thought that compared to the organization that had been suing for revolution, Raven's Claw Mark was undoubtedly much purer, and would naturally be more helpful to him.

Thinking of this, Snape's steps couldn't help but become much more brisk, and he walked quickly towards the dormitory.

Forget it, don't think about it so much. You should go to bed early today. After all, you have to have a good talk with that senior sister tomorrow.

When he thought about what he was going to get, Snape suddenly looked forward to tomorrow more...