[HP] When a son dresses up as an old man

It was six o'clock in the morning, and Borg, who couldn't get used to Snape's schedule at all, showed up at Snape's house in Spinner's End punctually, yawning.And Snape, who had finished tidying up, was doing something he had to do every day, earnestly drawing crosses on the wall and counting them.

"Oops." Borg yawned again, every day he would watch this guy draw crosses and count crosses, counting so carefully, he felt more neurotic than when he was making potions.

"What are you commemorating with those forks?" Borg was quite curious. He had heard Snape say "commemorate" before, but what exactly were they commemorating?People or things?

Also, if you get in close contact with Snape, you will find that Snape has many taboos.No this, no that, no drinking tea while making potions, no talking while doing experiments, no touching his precious books, no moving furniture, no sitting Eating on the sofa, not opening the curtains of his house, not entering his bedroom, not allowed, not allowed...not allowed everywhere!And the most important thing is, don't touch the baby chacha painted on his wall.

"Hey! Have you finished counting? There are more and more forks. If you draw thousands or tens of thousands in the future, you will have to count until next year." Borg looked very impatient.

87, 88, 89, ninety.

"Ninety." Snape paused for a moment before turning around to start working.

"There won't be a day when there will be tens of thousands," Snape said.

"I am 22 years old this year. Counting from this month, even if I can live to be 70 years old, there are only 640 days left. What's more, I may not be able to live that long. After so many years Bad guys, maybe tomorrow I will be killed by my enemies on the street."

When Borg heard this, he felt really uncomfortable. What does it mean that he will be killed by his enemies on the street tomorrow?Where are there so many enemies?Besides, even if the enemy really came to him, it would be more realistic for the other party to be killed by Snape.

"Don't worry, good people don't live long, and scourges last thousands of years. You must live to 99. I'm not as good at arithmetic as you. At 99 years old, there should be [-] forks. Then you will count slowly, counting from the morning. By night, the day is over," Borg said as he followed closely behind Snape.

"Then I'll lend you a good word," Snape said.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet? What does this fork commemorate? People or things?" Borg was so curious, his heart was like a hundred cats scratching.

"Both." Snape replied impatiently.

Here Snape was terribly annoyed by Borg, and over there he was even more depressed, biting the hem of his clothes and beating the villain.

"Qijia, you said you could send me back the day after tomorrow, right!" James looked at Qijia tearfully.

"An, An, I will definitely send you back the day after tomorrow. Even if you don't want to leave, I will kick you away!" Qi Jia has been annoyed to death these two days. This guy chases after him every day and asks every day. a hundred times.

"I have a strong opponent! If I don't go back, the fruits of victory will be usurped." If the matter between Lily and Voldemort just made him feel jealous, then the appearance of this BorgPrince is really true. It was what made James start to feel scared.

yes!The despicable Borg actually learned from him and used the trick of stalking!It's over, what if the professor is recruited?The two of them face each other day and night, that Borg seems to be so knowledgeable about potions, both of them are from the Prince family, and most importantly, that guy seems to be sincere to the professor!

James thinks he knows the professor very well, and he will pay you back a hundred times for the warmth you give him.Back then the professor was so devoted to his mother, wasn't it because Lily gave him the warmth he wanted!Because Lily doesn't mind his slovenliness and ugliness, she is willing to be friends with him, maybe it's just a smile, maybe it's just a greeting, but just for this little bit of warmth, the professor has devoted his whole life!This kind of thing is simply unimaginable for James. At the time when he was helpless, there were many people who gave him warmth, including Hermione, Ginny, and even more women whose names he couldn't even remember. Children, comfort him, give him encouragement, give him gifts... But he is not in love with anyone.

Therefore, James is afraid, he is afraid that his position will be replaced by that despicable and shameless guy.That guy is not afraid of the professor, he doesn't even hate the professor, the professor's disguise has no effect on him, that guy has seen the professor's heart, without the help of any magic spell.I have to admit that what makes James most disappointed and unwilling is that that guy relied on his own efforts to get close to the professor bit by bit, but he relied on the Pensieve...

"Hey, don't be so depressed." Sitting next to James, Qijia always heard him chirping, and suddenly became quiet, which made people very uncomfortable.

Seeing that James was stupefied with sullen hair and didn't answer, Qijia said again.

"Otherwise, that's fine, tell me your story. You have been here for so long, and the professor shouts every day, but I don't know what's going on between you and your professor?"

James squinted at Kiga.

"The story is very long, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Anyway, I'm bored every day. No matter how long it takes, it won't last longer than three days and three nights, right?"

"Well, this story is quite absurd. A brief introduction is the story of a son becoming a father..."

At the same time, an unusual movement suddenly came from the usually quiet Spider's End Alley, like something exploded. The deaf old lady next door looked out the window in bewilderment, but found nothing. I feel like I'm hallucinating.

"Borg, no need to explain."

"No, I'm really not..."

"I said, no need to explain."

Borg looked down, he really didn't mean to.He raised his eyes and glanced at Snape for a while, wow, his face really smells so smelly...

"That's why I insist on not using the raw materials of the Sorcerer's Stone, but only using crystals with the same properties as the Sorcerer's Stone to conduct experiments first. There are two founders of the Immortality Potion, and Everlasting Elixir is completed by the two of them working together Work, I can't do it alone, so I need you to help me." Snape looked very serious at the moment.Although Snape kept emphasizing that he didn't like being a teacher, it was undeniable that he was born with a certain intimidating temperament that made people have to sit quietly and concentrate on listening to the training.

"You are not a child anymore, if you are considered my elder brother in terms of age and seniority, I hope you can show a bit of the aura of the Prince family. It is not used for prestige, but for making potions! If your nose is on your face and it's not doing what it's supposed to do, cut it off and throw it away!"

"However, this is the first time I've ever made a potion of immortality. You can't ask me to be perfect from the very beginning!" Borg's temper also came up, but after adding the first three ingredients, it took five seconds longer , the crucible exploded before adding the fourth type.He was inexperienced for the first time, and he couldn't smell the change in the smell of the potion in time. It couldn't be all his fault!Only a freak like Snape could do everything right for the first time!

"I said, don't refute my words!" Snape said these words clearly, with a threatening expression on his face.If it is in James' words, the little monsters will be scared to cry again.

Borg choked on Snape's words, and really flinched back, and fell silent again.

"So far, your own part has only successfully progressed to the third material. There are dozens of materials in Everlasting Elixir. Are you going to add one more every day like this? If you are a member of the Prince family People can only do this, so I can only say, I am really very disappointed in you! Very disappointed!" Snape said while shaking his head with an extremely serious expression.

Borg bit his lower lip, his eye circles were almost red, he had never been scolded like this before.Since he was a child, no one has said to him: I am very disappointed in you, such words.In fact, everyone said he was a genius, and even if he made a small mistake, no one would say anything, just do it all over again.For someone who considers himself a genius, I'm very disappointed in you, the heaviest words to say, chilling Borg's heart like it's at the North Pole.

"You can inherit your elegant posture, elegant distance, and everything about making potions! But please don't forget that you still have a nose! The water mist that potion materials evaporate in the crucible is not for decoration, but for Smell, do you understand what it means?" Snape took advantage of the huge advantage of being nearly 190 tall, grabbed Borg by the collar behind him, carried him all the way in front of his own cauldron, and started to warm up the fire as a demonstration, which was also the first time for Snape to do so. Part of the Borg.He started by cutting the materials, until the part where the crucible exploded in Borg just now, he successfully added the fourth material, then the fifth, and the sixth... Finally, he refined it and turned it into a liquid in the beaker. In front of the Borg.

"Every potion material, every second of heating in the crucible, every change in the flame, tastes different. When you get close to it, can you feel it? If you even burn the material, if you want to It exploded! If you can't smell such a serious change, then you just don't want to be a potion master, because you don't deserve it!" Snape almost said this in his coldest and most indifferent tone.Then he slams the door of the lab and goes out, leaving Borg inside alone.

Borg's tears were falling down, and it was too embarrassing to be scolded and crying at the age of 22... Borg wiped away the tears, no!He can't be hit! Snape could do it, so could he!Isn't it just to smell, he will too!

Borg swings the crucible, ignites the material, and starts over.Smell with your nose, pay attention to the smell that Snape mentioned, the slightest changes, try to capture them, summarize and analyze the meanings of different smells... As a result, this face is farther away from the crucible. Getting closer, getting closer... Borg, who was struggling with the potion, didn't realize that his current actions were getting closer and closer to Snape's nervousness, and he was getting farther and farther away from the elegant and aristocratic style he always insisted on.

"Humph!"

Snape was sitting at the desk reading a book, Borg snorted arrogantly, raised his noble head, and rudely placed a bottle of light blue clear liquid in front of Snape.But it wasn't hard to find that Borg looked at Snape, with a trace of searching expectation in his seemingly proud eyes.Like a puppy waiting to be recognized by its master, it holds a bone in its mouth, wags its head and wags its tail, and says: Praise me, praise me, praise me quickly.

Snape carefully monitored the quality of the potion, then looked at Borg, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Hey, don't just laugh! What's the matter!" Borg was a child who was used to being praised.

"Well, not bad." Snape nodded, and those who knew him well knew that this was already the best compliment he could give.

"It's only good..." Borg sat down on Snape's desk with his head drooping, facing Snape.

"When I say good, I mean good." Snape never bothered to delve into the words of praise, to him, they were all nonsense.

"You really can't talk..." Borg looked annoyed, he was scolded and cried, and he worked hard all afternoon... He had to pat his head and tell him: You are awesome, you are simply a genius, I never I have never seen a child as talented as you.This is all the basics.

"In the past, when my grandfather taught me how to make potions, he would praise me many, many times every day." Speaking of his grandfather, Borg's expression was full of nostalgia. His grandfather had passed away, and now he could only look at his portrait. Chatting, but he also knew that it was just a portrait, his grandfather was dead, and his soul had flown to Merlin's side.

"I still remember the first time my grandfather taught me how to make potions. He taught me step by step. I learned the cleaning potion invented by our ancestor Prince. It's funny, isn't it, it's so simple. I was only six years old at that time, It took me three hours to learn it, and my grandfather bought me a newest moving car and said I was a genius."

Snape looked at Borg, what a spoiled child... Snape suddenly lifted his trousers. Borg watched Snape's movements in puzzlement, until he saw Snape's calf, and vaguely understood what Snape meant.There were many scars, he could tell, some were scars from ordinary blows, some were from tools, and some were... turned out to be scorched marks left by black magic!

Borg was obviously taken aback, how could Snape have so many injuries?And it's still an old wound!It's just a calf!

"I have these things all over my body. My mother left them, and she taught me how to make potions before." Snape said in a tone so calm that he couldn't hear the ups and downs.

"I came into contact with potions almost as soon as I was born. She put me in the pile of potion materials and asked me to separate potion materials with different attributes like different color cards. If I didn't do it right, she would beat me. Even if she did it right, she would hit me. The first time I officially prepared a potion was five years old, she didn't teach me, she just told me that the ingredients needed were narcissus root, wormwood, valerian root and sleeping beans, And the quality and efficacy of the final piece, and told me it had to be done today."

Borg was amazed at what Snape had said!What is this!It's an impossible task!

"The result?" Borg asked nervously.

"I thought about the most likely several production schemes, tried one by one slowly, experimented for a long time, almost a whole day, and finally completed it before the sun went down. It wasn't until a long time later that I slowly read the book and found out , The potion I made that day is the water of life and death." It can be said that Snape learned how to make potions before he learned to speak.

"Many times, I feel that I have an instinct for potions. I seem to be able to hear the potion ingredients talking to me. I will make friends with potions. I just need to smell them and feel them. What I say, they tell me a lot. A lot of things my mother won't teach me, but I have to know."

Borg's eye circles started to turn red when he heard Snape say that. Merlin, the magical version of Les Miserables...

"Then what did your mother say at the end when you made the water of life and death?" For a person like Borg who has lived in fairy tales since childhood, he always expects every story to have a Happy Ending, but he doesn't know this. Where in the world do so many HappyEndings come from?

"That day." Snape thought back.

"As a result, she quarreled with my father again that day. When I went to her with the successfully prepared water of life and death, she was losing her temper. Without even looking at it, she broke the potion I made and beat it She gave me a meal. Called me a waste, an idiot, said she wanted to beat me to death, and said why she gave birth to such a thing as me... I was sitting on the ground holding my head. When it hurt, I just looked at it. The bottle of potion that was broken on the ground, I thought that if I hadn’t shown it to her just now, but just drank it, at least I could have a good night’s sleep.”

Whew, wheeze, hearing this, Borg couldn't help but start to gasp, and the little teardrops were swaying in circles in the eye sockets. Merlin, why is this happening?

Snape couldn't help laughing at the sight of Borg's mouth flattened like a duck's.

"I didn't cry about my own affairs, why are you crying?"

"But, I'm sorry...why is your mother... so bad?" Borg used to complain all the time, because the Lord reused Snape, because Snape made potions better than him, because Snape took away his heir In short, I complained a lot, and felt that life was particularly unsatisfactory.But now, compared to Snape, he felt so boring back then!

"No, I'm used to it, and it's not bad, it's just that her life is also very difficult, and there is no place to vent. I am very grateful to my mother, because she raised me. Although the means are not satisfactory, the result is Okay. And, I know, I've always been her pride." Snape felt more and more that, from the moment he began to understand his mother and gradually regained his love for her, he began to like the feeling of having relatives, although For a long time before the age of 16, he hated his parents and all relatives with almost all his strength.Because of this, he also began to fall in love with the boy in front of him, the only relative he left in the world. There was a feeling... After all, blood is thicker than water. Maybe it was the blood of the Prince family, which started inadvertently. It worked.

"Snape, I have decided not to bully you again." Borg said solemnly, Snape was more tragic than him.

Snape shook his head helplessly.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. I'm telling you this not to make you swear not to bully me in the future, but I want to tell you that your grandfather's education method is wrong! He loves you too much, so he let you do everything Taking a shortcut and making you ignore the potion itself," Snape said.

"You never communicate with potion ingredients, nor with the crucible, and you don't even know how to use your nose and ears. You only use your eyes to see things that are superficial. Every pore of a potionist should be sensitive to potions. I feel something! But you only regard making potions as cooking according to recipes, or dancing and posing. Your behavior, in my opinion, is an insult to potions. Talent is for What you give is not for wasting." Snape knew that Borg was indeed talented, otherwise he wouldn't have become famous in Durmstrang at a young age, and if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of Severus Snape, this boy would have become a highly admired boy. The generation of potions masters is beyond doubt.

But there is no if in the world, and he appeared, so Borg is doomed to lose in his hands. This is not a game of potion talents, but a battle between the two of them with different attitudes towards potions. Snape had no reason to be modest and prevaricate when he thought he would succeed, because in his opinion, attitude was everything.He loved potions so much, he saw them as his life, so he was bound to win.

If the Borg could re-establish attitudes towards potions, it would one day succeed.Sometimes, in the competition between the strong, it is indeed possible to lose to the one percent talent, but the premise is that you have to have the 90.00% contribution as the basis, isn't it?

Borg blinked, for some reason, after listening to Snape's words, Borg suddenly wanted to 'chat' with potion ingredients...