[HP] Snake

"In the new month of school, the password for the common room will not change. Freshmen must remember it. The password is pure blood. If anyone can't get in because he forgot the password, he will be responsible for the consequences."

The Slytherins neatly left the hall and came to the door of the common room. According to tradition, the head of the college explained the password problem to the freshmen standing in front of the portrait on the door. When he said the last sentence, he even wore a vicious smile .The number of Slytherins is very small, there are seven grades, there are only fifty or sixty people in total, and this year's freshmen are even more pitiful, only seven, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Gower, Kervis Nales, and me.

After entering the common room, I was really surprised. You know, although it was very cold here thousands of years ago, it was not so gloomy.Everything is black or dark green, if you ignore the unobtrusive silver texture and lace.Has the quality of life of the current wizarding nobles become so poor?

The chief waved his magic wand, and the tables, chairs and sofas were floated to the corner, and a large open space was quickly cleared in the middle of the lounge.

"I am the current head of Slytherin, Rukwell Smart. I don't have much to say, but I just want everyone to remember that we are Slytherin, and bear in mind the pride of Slytherin."

As soon as Smart's voice fell, it was obvious that the faces of the little nobles around him wore proud but reserved smiles. At least this meant that the current Slytherins were still proud of Slytherins.

"Then, next is the challenge of the Slytherin chief. Those from the second to seventh grades who want to challenge the year chief and the house chief please stand up. The first-year freshmen will watch from the sidelines first. Please protect yourself while watching, and get ready .” Smart raised his eyebrows, with a standard aristocratic smirk on his face.

The "battle" started soon, if two people holding wands and casting spells on each other can be called a battle...

Aristocratic wizards will always start learning magic at a very young age under the arrangement of their families, so under normal circumstances, aristocratic young wizards are always much better than their peers from ordinary wizarding families or even Muggle-born , the magical content involved should also be more extensive, including black magic.Five Six Seven and the other senior students were a little more interesting than others, but the spells used by the lower grade students were all leg-locking spells, freezing spells, and even some low-level prank magic. It was simply a farce.

The final result is that the heads of the second and fifth grades have changed, and the rest remain unchanged.As for Terry, he was firmly seated as the chief of the fourth grade, and no one challenged him at all.

"Then, here are the first-year freshmen. In the melee, the last one standing is the chief." Smart raised his eyebrows, and some narrow brown eyes swept over. The moment he looked at me, his eyes changed slightly, but It was restored quickly.

"First grade chief, I don't want to be." With a happy smirk, I slowly walked out of the first grade team and stood in front of Smart in the middle of the lounge, "Hey~ Senior Smart, take Hand over your seat."

I didn't wait for him to say something out of embarrassment, I just smiled and released a little pressure on him, and he couldn't straighten his back, let alone talk.

As the magic pressure released increased little by little, Smart's originally tall and straight body was almost crushed to the ground.

"Ah~ what a mess... If this is the level of the head of Slytherin house, then why are you still talking about the pride of Slytherin?" A cold smile appeared on his face, and he glanced at the people who surrounded him. The person with a frightened face also had a strong disdain in his tone.

"Well, Harry, don't be so strict." With a casual smile on his face, Terry came out to smooth things over.

"Hmph, from now on, I will remember everything clearly," the powerful magic pressure instantly shifted to all Slytherins, looking at those who were instantly pale and kneeling on the ground, declared in an unquestionable tone, "Slytherin's strength is absolutely beyond doubt, and Slytherin's pride cannot be desecrated. The so-called Dark Lord has tarnished Slytherin's pride and pushed Slytherin to the dilemma it is today. It is Slytherin The biggest shame in the millennium!"

"Harry Potter! What do you think you're doing! Stop! Come with me!"

The black-robed professor suddenly barged in and yelled at me angrily. I obediently withdrew the magic pressure and smiled at him.

"Professor, maybe you didn't catch me, my name is Harry Slytherin."

"You—shut up! Follow!" He snorted with his surprisingly large nose, glared at me with his deep black eyes, and then turned and walked out of the common room.

The corridor of the cellar was more gloomy than the common room, and only a few lights on the wall barely illuminated the passage.The professor in front walked forward quickly, and some thick black robes turned out gorgeous shapes behind him. In the dark environment, it looked like a pair of black wings stretched behind him.I admired the gorgeous scenery in front of me, and followed him leisurely. I could find his destination—the office of the head of Slytherin with my eyes closed.

"Go in." He stopped at the open door and turned slightly to let me in.I have to say that his voice sounds great, deep and magnetic, it feels like a feather has scratched his heart, a little soft and itchy.

"Okay, Professor." Draco told me his name before, Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House, Professor of Potions, one of the greatest potions masters at the end of this century .

This office looks very different, even more gloomy than the common room, even dark green is rarely seen, almost all black.The desk, high-back chair, sofa, coffee table, bookcase, fireplace, and even the corner sink and simple operating table are all black.

"sit."

Not caring about his indifferent tone, Jingjing chose a single sofa and sat down, casually knocked on the armrest, and two cups of rich and mellow black tea appeared on the coffee table in front of him, picked up a cup, looked at Snape, and signaled him random.

"You—who the hell are you!" He sat on the opposite sofa, his expression looked calm and serious, but the words he said were very offensive.

"As you can see, I'm Harry Slytherin." I took a sip of black tea and replied lightly.

"Don't play with me, you know exactly what I'm asking. I'm assuming, you don't want me to use some last resort to get what I want to know, so just tell me the truth, don't Test my patience." A series of low-pitched voices seemed to stick to the ears and enter the eardrums, like a lover's whimpering between the beds, ironing the whole heart, this feeling can be said to be wonderful, it is simply overwhelming I was addicted to it, I never knew that a person could bewitch me just by his voice.

It seemed that it took me a while to come back to my senses. The expression of the man on the opposite side became more gloomy, and the eyes staring at me became even more fierce. His frowning brows and clenched hands showed his impatience. His strong presence makes him look extraordinary.

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, your voice is so beautiful and intoxicating." I put down my teacup, looked at him with a sincere expression as much as possible, and tried to convince him of my words, but obviously, it wasn't success.

"Hmph! Great Mr. Savior, Golden Boy Who Lived, noble Mr. Slytherin, should your humble professor be complacent or ashamed of your incredible praise?" He looked even more Angry, the frightened eyes almost pierced me.However, his eyes were so much more attractive than the empty look, it almost sucked my soul into it.He looked even more charming when he was angry, and his pale thin lips, which were slightly raised and sarcasm, made people almost unable to control the desire to kiss them.

"Oh, professor, please believe me, my words are absolutely from the bottom of my heart."

"Huh!" He snorted coldly, and soon his eyes became hollow again, and all the previous anger disappeared.

"So, professor, what do you want to know?" Seeing that he had used Occlumency with some regret, he changed his sitting position at will before asking.

"Will you answer honestly?" He raised his eyebrows, it looked so elegant, I could hardly control my heartbeat, this man is almost a fatal temptation to me.

"Of course, but, you know, it depends."

"Are you Harry Potter or Harry Slytherin?"

"All."

"How is this going?"

"Ah, a magical time travel, yes, very magical, when I was nine years old."

"You mean...then, the scar on your forehead..."

"Ah, you mean the mark of the savior, the famous lightning scar, it has indeed disappeared."

"So, how much do you know about the Dark Lord? Yes, I heard your evaluation of him before."

"Ah... that Voldemort..." When he said the name, I saw his whole body tremble slightly, with obvious fear, "He may be a strong man, but he is a complete failure King, absolute disgrace to Slytherin!"

"You mean...maybe, your humble dean and potions professor can learn about your future goals?" He frowned, almighty Merlin, his pretentiously humble tone and expression are simply adorable Now, this once again showed his attraction to me, and I almost tried my best to control myself not to jump directly.

"My purpose is very simple, to restore the glory of Slytherin thousands of years ago!"

He didn't continue to ask questions, the silence made the whole room even colder, I shook my hands, and the flame in the fireplace burned even more vigorously.

"Professor, it's getting late, please allow me to leave first."

He looked at me with complicated eyes, then waved his hand in agreement without saying a word.