Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Hogwarts, Snape's office.

Snape sat at his desk, with a cup of tea placed in front of him, and opposite him, there was also a cup of tea.

In the middle of the two cups of tea, there was a bottle of light golden potion.

At this moment, Snape looked dimly at the bottle of potion that could purify the wizard's blood, and the tea opposite him.

A sigh flashed through his heart, but it soon turned into determination.

Then, he waited silently for the arrival of Gilderoy Lockhart, the former owner of this bottle of potion.

At this moment, Lockhart walked out of his office in a happy mood.

He received a message from Snape that the pure blood potion he wanted was finally successfully refined.

He couldn't wait to drink the magic potion, purify his bloodline, and once again absorb the incomplete dimensional origin power snatched from the dimensional demon Dormammu.

Only in this way can benefits be maximized.

The corridor was very quiet at night, and the little wizards had all returned to their dormitories.

Even if a little wizard occasionally wanders at night and sees his figure, he will leave quickly for fear of being caught by him.

Well, he actually enjoyed catching the little wizards wandering around at night.

Being punished and punishing others are two completely different feelings.

After Lockhart had captured two or three nocturnal little wizards, among the little wizards, in addition to the title of Rich Professor, he also had a new title - Professor Night Owl.

He stayed up most of the night and came to catch them like a night owl.

After Lockhart found out, he smiled and didn't take it seriously.

A professor who doesn't get criticized by his students is not a good professor.

Lockhart was convinced of this.

However, he didn't have time to play with the little wizards today, so he strode towards Snape's office.

After a while, it was before Snape arrived in the office.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Snape, it's me." Lockhart said in a brisk voice.

"Please come in."

Click!

After hearing Snape's low and serious voice as usual, Lockhart opened the door directly and entered.

He took a look at Snape, who was wearing black wizard robes, and the slightly dim office.

Lockhart joked: "Snape, you should listen carefully to my previous suggestion. Make this office brighter."

"Also, don't keep a cold face. Smile and you will look younger."

"You know, you are only 2 years older than me, but your serious face makes you look like you are 10 years older than me."

Snape's face was expressionless upon hearing Lockhart's joke.

Seeing Snape's indifferent expression, Lockhart felt bored.

Despite each quip, Snape remained aloof.

But for some reason, looking at Snape's cold face, Lockhart couldn't help but want to make a joke.

Maybe it comes from knowing about Snape's life.

A tragic character makes him feel emotional easily, and he subconsciously feels good about him.

Or, through Snape, he has obtained a lot of potion resources and has a close cooperative relationship, so he is more open-minded.

Of course, it could be both.

With his thoughts turning, Lockhart looked directly at the golden potion in front of the desk, and his eyes lit up.

He walked up directly, sat at the desk as usual, and asked, "Snape, this is the potion of pure wizard blood."

Without waiting for Snape to answer, he sighed to himself: "Snape, you are indeed a top potion master. I can feel that there is a longing for it in my body."

Hearing this, Snape nodded and said, "Yes, this is the potion that can purify the blood of wizards. I named it - Witch Essence Potion."

"Witch Essence Potion, a potion that extracts the essence of wizard blood." Lockhart recited the name silently, and said with some disgust: "It is better to just call it Wizard Blood Potion. It sounds smooth and easy to understand."

Hearing Lockhart's disdain, Snape said calmly: "It doesn't matter, it's just a name."

"Okay, let's call the wizard's bloodline enhancement potion." Lockhart played with the light golden potion in his hand.

"Lockhart, I want to ask you something." Snape asked.

"You tell me." Lockhart put down the potion in his hand and said with a smile, "Just because you helped me refine this bottle of potion, if I know, I will definitely tell you."

Well, provided his privacy is not involved.

After Snape heard this, he picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

He also greeted Lockhart: "Lockhart, try the tea I brewed. The tea you gave me last time was not finished yet. I brewed a little to see how it tasted."

After hearing this, Lockhart, without doubting his presence, raised the tea and took a sip. After putting it down, he praised: "Okay, it seems that the quality of the tea I sent is good."

"Snape, what's the problem? Tell me."

Well, Lockhart could sense that it should be important that Snape asked the question.

Otherwise why treat yourself to tea? Although I brought the tea myself.

"I want to ask." Snape asked directly: "Do you still have the dark golden clover you provided me last time, or other potions that can purify the wizard's blood?"

Hearing Snape's question, Lockhart reviewed it carefully and shook his head slightly: "The hundred-year-old golden clover I provided last time is the collection of a friend of mine."

"Later I asked specifically to see if he had any others."

"He didn't have it in his hands, and I didn't pursue it in detail later."

"Let's take a look. If we encounter you later, I'll tell you here."

At this point, Lockhart seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Snape, there is something I need your help with."

"You tell me." Snape took a sip of the tea in his cup, nodded and said, "It's within my ability, no problem."

After hearing this, Lockhart smiled, took a sip of the tea in the cup, and said, "Don't worry, it's definitely within your capabilities."

"How could I ask you for help if you weren't here?"

"It's like this. I have a friend who has an extremely special talent."

Lockhart thought for a while and organized his words: "Let's put it this way, his fusion of spider blood was very successful."

"Once he was bitten by a spider, and he gained the ability to sense spiders. He became very sensitive, his body became much stronger, and his intuition was far beyond that of ordinary wizards."

"What I want to see is if you can find other spider-like magical creatures based on his talents, and then make a blood potion so that he can obtain the talents of other spider-like magical creatures."

After hearing this, Snape was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something?

Then, he sighed and said, "Although this matter is very troublesome, it is still within my capabilities."

"One day, you call your friend over. I'll check your physique and prepare the relevant potions."

Hearing this, Lockhart drank a cup of tea again, smiled awkwardly and said, "This. This is my friend who is special."

"I'm afraid we can't meet directly."

Hearing this, Snape was a little speechless, but he glanced at the half-cup of tea in front of Lockhart, and said helplessly: "If we can't meet, it will be a bit troublesome."

"In this way, when the time comes, you can provide me with his blood, and I will study it to see if I can make related potions."

Lockhart felt a little embarrassed when he heard it.

I almost wanted to speak to Snape.

In fact, you have already seen the blood, and you used the blood to refine the magic potion for me.

But after thinking about it, it would be a little embarrassing to say this now.

Be prepared to find a suitable time to speak again.

Finally, he nodded silently and said, "Okay, Snape, we'll talk about it later."

Hearing this, Snape nodded.

Then

"Lockhart, I want to ask one more thing." Snape asked again.

"you say."

"I would like to ask, do you think I can buy the pure blood potion that I refined just now for 5,000 gold galleons?"

Snape asked silently.

Lockhart shook his head and said, "Snape, I'm afraid it's not possible now. I need this potion urgently."

"You wait for a while. After a while, I will see if there is a magic plant similar to the golden clover. Then you can try to refine it again."

Hearing this, Snape nodded again and said calmly: "Okay, no problem."

"If you are unsure, you can bring it over and I will evaluate it for free."

Hearing Snape's promise, Lockhart showed a smile on his face: "This is what you said, give me a free appraisal."

"Yeah." Snape nodded slightly and hummed.

After talking to this point, Lockhart felt that it was almost done, so he responded: "Snape, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Hearing this, Snape said with emotion, "Lockhart, are you okay?"

"If it's okay, I'm bored, would you like to chat with me and talk about the past when we were in school."

Hearing this, Lockhart was a little surprised, even a little surprised.

According to Snape's character, he shouldn't talk about the past.

But the blazing fire of gossip in his heart had already burned. He threw away all the doubts in his heart and immediately nodded and said, "Okay."

With that said, he picked up the tea in front of him and took another sip, looking at Snape expectantly.

Well, he loved hearing gossip, especially Snape's gossip.

"You know what, Lockhart." Snape finished the tea in front of him and waved his wand.

The teapot next to them floated gently, filling the teacups in front of them with tea.

After finishing, Snape said: "I remember, you came to Hogwarts when I was in third grade, two grades behind you, so although we met occasionally, we didn't talk much. ."

"Yes." Lockhart nodded and joked: "I remember that you had already become famous in Slytherin House at that time, and the genius of potions was you."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Snape's stiff face, as if he was also recalling the memory of when he was called a genius.

But soon, his face returned to normal, and he continued to say slowly: "By the way, you still have memories of Potter, Sirius, Peter Pettigrew, and Lupin at that time, right?"

"Yeah." Lockhart nodded and subconsciously said with some rejection: "Yes, their group of four predators is too noisy."

In his previous life, although he was not disgusted with noisy students, he was generally somewhat repelled by them.

Because it is usually very troublesome to teach such students, and they often make trouble for him, and he has to clean up the mess.

Snape seemed to hear the repulsive tone in Lockhart's mouth, and felt a little happy in his heart.

He continued: "You know Lily Evans, the Gryffindor genius in the same grade as me, right?"

"Of course, he is a genius in potions just like you." Lockhart already felt something was wrong in his heart.

He remembered that Lily seemed to have always been a pain in Snape's heart.

Except for Dumbledore, he would fall out with anyone who dared to bring up Lily.

"I grew up with Lily when I was very young." Snape said in a faint tone, "I have always had a good relationship with her."

"Including when school first started, although she was in Gryffindor and I was in Slytherin."

"Although her friends kept trying to persuade her at the time, saying she should stay away from me and Slytherin students."

"But she still didn't care and was still willing to be my good friend."

"We ate together, read together, did homework together, and brewed potions together. We even went out for night walks together."

"I still remember that during our first night outing, she told me that it was actually against the rules."

"But later, when she saw me coming out, she also followed me for a night walk."

At this moment, Snape's eyes were a little dazed, as if he was recalling every good memory he had with Lily in the past.

When Lockhart heard this, although he obviously felt something was wrong, he felt a sense of sympathy in his heart and did not interrupt. He continued to listen patiently.

It's just that I must be cautious subconsciously.

"I hate it, I hate it"

Having said this, Snape showed an expression of extreme hatred and self-blame.

"Why do I study dark magic? Why do I study it?"

"Why didn't I listen to Lily's advice then?"

"As long as I didn't study black magic at that time, I believe that Lily would never leave me."

"Absolutely not."

At this point, Snape's voice had softened, but Lockhart could still hear the strong regret in his tone.

He could only comfort him silently: "Looking at the past things from the present, there are indeed many things that were done wrong."

“But the past is the past after all, so it’s only right to seize the present.”

Hearing this, Snape nodded slightly, as if in agreement, or perhaps still immersed in regret, this was a subconscious nod.

Then, Snape's tone was filled with regret, jealousy, and deep hatred.

But he seemed to be pretending to be relaxed and said: "You should know what happened next."

"I hung out with Slytherin students and later joined the Dark Lord's forces."

"And Lily gradually distanced herself from me, and later even married James Potter."

Hearing this, Lockhart remained silent, as if he knew what Snape was going to say next.

really

Snape asked himself: "Lockhart, do you know why I later became the undercover agent sent by Dumbledore to infiltrate the Dark Lord?"

Without waiting for Lockhart to reply, Snape asked himself and answered: "Because of Lily, or because of Lily."

"The Dark Lord is extremely tolerant of pure-blood wizards, but he hates Muggle wizards deeply. He basically kills every one he sees."

"Lily is exactly the Muggle wizard."

"I begged him, really, I begged him with all my devotion, begged him to let Lily go."

"At that time, I knelt under the Dark Lord, offered my wand, and was willing to use everything I had in exchange for his kindness to Lily."

"The Dark Lord promised me, I heard he promised me."

"He promised me that he would not take action against Lily."

At this point, a trace of tears flowed from Snape's eyes, and he quickly disappeared.

If Lockhart hadn't been sharp-eyed and always paying attention to Snape's expression, he might have missed the scene just now.

"I believed in him, I refined potions for him, and fought for him."

"but."

Having said this, Snape's face showed a hint of ridicule, whether it was to ridicule Voldemort or himself.

"A prophecy, just a prophecy that I don't know whether it is true or not, he ignores all my efforts and all my loyalty."

"If he wants to take action against Lily, then I have no choice but to pray to Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore."

When Dumbledore was mentioned, an inexplicable expression appeared on Snape's face. He didn't know whether it was sarcasm, hatred, or expectation.

"He promised me. I will deliver information for him, and he will protect Lily and keep her safe."

"But what's the result? What's the result?"

At this point, Snape's voice suddenly rose, full of questions.

But then it became low again.

"As you know, the Dark Lord is dead, but Lily is dead, she's dead."

"Dumbledore broke his promise."

When Lockhart heard this, his inner uneasiness became more and more intense. Such things should not be told to him.

Seeing Snape's expression of self-blame, regret, and pain, he could only comfort him: "What's in the past is in the past."

Then I heard Snape say in a faint tone.

"Dumbledore told me that the Dark Lord is not dead, he is still alive."

"One day he'll make a comeback."

"It's true. I saw him last year. The Dark Lord is coming back."

"Do you know what this means?"

Snape asked Lockhart, and then spoke directly without waiting for Lockhart to answer.

"Do you remember the name I gave myself last time I went to Knockturn Alley?"

"Avenger, yes, my name is Avenger."

Snape said quietly.

"The Dark Lord is not dead yet, which means I can take revenge and kill him."

"However, with my current strength, there is no way to kill him. It would be easy for him to kill me."

"So, my initial idea was to use Dumbledore's power to completely kill the Dark Lord and avenge my Lily."

Hearing this, Lockhart had already come to his senses and looked at the pale golden potion that he had just played with on the table.

I was about to use my magic power and say something.

Sudden

As if something had been touched, his brain began to feel dizzy.

For the first time, his spirit slightly touched the hanging ring in his right hand, and the hanging ring lit up slightly.

But the next moment, the body collapsed on the table, as if sleeping.