The Snake Wife of the HP Professor

Ch.25: Three years

At five o'clock in the morning, Snape woke up from the bed on time. After getting up and dressing quickly, he didn't rush to wash up, but pointed his wand at the back of the bed, silently chanting a lengthy incantation—— It was a space concealment technique taught to him by Zenobia. He improved it and added spells for instant warning and tracking of intruders, so he used it here with confidence—see, it’s not spacious The bed gradually stretched out horizontally, fully expanding to three times its original size, and a giant silver-white snake coiled its body, sleeping deeply.

The man stared at the silver snake in silence for a moment, his sallow face looked very gloomy, as if he was holding back some emotion, and seemed to have only a kind of indifferent calm.After a long time, he finally moved, walked around the head of the bed, approached the silver snake, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the smooth and cold scales of the silver snake.

"Zenobia, good morning." The deep and pleasant male voice echoed in the empty cellar.

There was a moment of silence in the room.Snape raised his wand again, and restored the bedroom to its previous state. After making sure that no one could notice the abnormality here, he went into the bathroom to freshen up, brushed his teeth, wiped his face, and waved his wand to himself. A "clean up" -_-!

When the Potions Professor walked out of the cellar, the sky was still very gloomy, and Hogwarts was still asleep.He walked out of the castle all the way, and didn't meet any little monsters with their heads growing under his feet. He was very satisfied, and went straight to the Forbidden Forest: a small cluster of magic plants planted by the silver snake in the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the early years, A large area has grown, and many of them have reached maturity in this season.

After the harvest morning, there was a rich breakfast. Unfortunately, Snape's slightly improved mood because of the potion was completely destroyed after dealing with the old bee's boring gossip three times and rejecting the sweet and disgusting pile of cockroaches twice; In today's first Potions class, those "little monsters stuffed with achnatherum in their heads" completely ignited the anger of the man. He clasped the gem of Gryffindor violently, and used the venom of extreme cynicism The small animals trembled after spraying, while waving their wands from time to time to clean up the crucible that was about to explode.

"Merlin's beard," a blond lion cub who was about to be scared to cry by the potions professor, said with a sad face after finally escaping from the cellar, "it's terrible, did Snape take the wrong potion? His furious look , It really looks like a giant dragon breathing fire!"

"Oh, Brad," the red-haired teenager patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "you know, that's impossible. Snape's just a mean old bat, and it's impossible to turn into a cute and precious Fire Dragon, just like he would never take the wrong potion!"

"But," the blond boy was not comforted at all, and said with a sullen face, "Although the old bat is usually irritable, he never thought he would be like this today, as if he was stimulated by something."

"Brad, who discovered the truth," the red-haired Gryffindor suddenly gave a sly smile, "Maybe you are right, I guess the old bat must have been dumped, with his gloomy and greasy appearance, plus With a mean and violent temper, there is no girl who will not be scared away..."

"S, S, Snape..."

The terrified expression of the blond-haired little lion made the red-haired boy stop his words suddenly, his body stiffened, and he turned his head slowly. When he saw the terrifying man in pitch-black clothes who seemed to come from the underworld, the smile on his face was distorted and turned into a serious look. The funny look of crying or not.

"It's Professor Snape, Mr. Cook." Snape stared at the two Gryffindors condescendingly, "Two points will be deducted from Gryffindor for changing the professor's name without authorization. Mr. Bill Weasley, you The terrible imagination makes your humble Potions professor's heart skip a beat, for which I have to deduct twenty points from Gryffindor!" After speaking, he gave the red-haired boy a cold look, turned and strode towards the cellar Go, the black robe rolled up waves behind him—wherever the potions professor passed by, the small animals all ran away in a panic.

Bill Weasley stared dumbfounded at the menacing back of the man, and suddenly hugged his friend beside him and wailed, "Twenty cents! Ow~ The old bat is too dark." Although he occasionally likes to make jokes about his classmates or professors, But he has always been a good student with excellent character and learning, and he is also the prefect of the college. This is the first time he has been deducted so many points!

The blond boy who was frowning turned to look at his friend sympathetically, thinking to himself: Sure enough, something is wrong with Snape today!Could it be... was Bill really right?So the professor became angry from embarrassment!The boy panicked at his guess.

The angry professor returned to the cellar, and slammed the cellar door. Thinking of the red-haired Weasley's joke just now, his grumpy expression gradually turned into blankness...

The man, who was not in the mood to correct the homework of the little monsters, stood still for a while, and opened the door of his bedroom.Unlocking the space concealment technique, he stood by the bed, staring silently at the silver snake that had been sleeping for three years—it has been three years since the silver snake fell asleep after being seriously injured, and in a few days, there will be another The arrival of Christmas and New Year... If it wasn't for a while, and it was confirmed by checking the spell and contract connection that the other party was really just sleeping, no one would believe that the snake was still alive.

'Zenobia'.Snape moved his lips, but finally no sound came out.

The long day, in the potions master's cranky, waiting, longing, and despairing mood, finally passed.At eleven o'clock in the evening, Snape used the Levitation Charm to send the silver snake into the bathroom, filled the bath that had been enlarged by space with [-]% warm water, poured in and stirred the soothing magic that had been successfully improved in the past two years After recovering the potion, he carefully put the silver snake into the water—knowing that the girl loves cleanliness very much, Snape made sure that the outside world would not disturb her deep sleep, and let her soak it every one or two days.

After taking care of the hygiene of the silver snake, Snape cleaned himself up carelessly, then went back to the bedroom and relocated the silver snake on the huge bed.The man picked up Zenobia's handwritten book of otherworldly magic and read it slowly. Every few pages he turned, he would look up at the silent silver snake—his waiting look, as if the next moment, This silver snake, which had been with him for almost ten years, would suddenly raise its head, spit out a message and call out "Sir".

At 59:[-], the man who had been persuaded by the girl to sleep at least four hours a day fell into bed.

"Good night," he whispered.

The next day, after Snape's morning class, he was somewhat surprised to find that the platinum nobleman was waiting outside the cellar door in an elegant manner.

"I'm assuming that this is not Malfoy Manor." Snape looked suspiciously at the aristocrat who had become more and more comfortable in recent years. "The office of the head of Slytherin is not a place where outsiders can come and go at will."

"Oh, Severus," Malfoy said in a long aria, "you're always so out of touch. Don't worry, I'm here on behalf of the school board to inspect Hogwarts today, and I've already told Dumbledore , wanted to visit an old friend."

Snape raised his eyebrows, and after inviting his friend into the cellar, he habitually and quickly cast complicated spells. Seeing Malfoy find a sofa and sit down with a masterful attitude, he stood at the door with folded arms: "So, yes What made you rush to find me under Dumbledore's nose?"

"You're thinking too much, my friend." Malfoy said with a smile, "It's still for the Christmas party... I think, maybe you have new thoughts? After all, you are Draco's godfather, and he hasn't seen you for more than half a year I'm here, I miss you so much."

Snape dismissed his statement: "No need. My experiment has reached a critical point."

Malfoy sighed: "It won't affect anything if the experiment is delayed for a day or two. Christmas should be spent with family and friends. Severus, I think you know very well that Malfoy sincerely regards you as a friend. Now Ze Nobia is not by your side..."

"Lucius!" the Potions Master interrupted the other party's words sternly, staring at Malfoy with unusually empty eyes, and said hurriedly, "You don't need to waste your tongue."

"Severus," Malfoy said helplessly, "Since you have always believed that she will come back, why bother... I think Zenobia will not be used to seeing you like this when she comes back. "

Snape lowered his eyes, his tone was cold, and he replied lightly: "Of course she will come back."

Malfoy sighed silently, but it was hard to break his friend's fantasy: he didn't know what happened to that peculiar snake lady. Snape said that the other party went back to his hometown and would come back after a while; After several years of not seeing the girl, and seeing this person become more and more gloomy and cold, he always felt that something very bad happened between the two of them, maybe...seeing that his friend had been waiting stubbornly, he then Can't bear to explore anything.

"You really don't want to come to Malfoy Manor for Christmas?" Malfoy finally couldn't bear to touch his friend's heartache, and returned to the original topic.

Snape replied softly: "To the last step of the experiment, I need sufficient time and a quiet environment."

Malfoy opened his eyes unexpectedly, suppressed his joy, and asked curiously: "Really?" He thought the experiment was just an excuse for this person, but unexpectedly, the other party actually solved this problem.

Snape frowned: "This last step is more complicated than all previous studies."

"There is still plenty of time." Malfoy showed a smug smile, "Severus, you are a genius. Once the experiment is successful, Malfoy, and even the entire Slytherin nobles will owe you a favor."

Snape snorted coldly: "It's just an equivalent exchange."

"No." Malfoy shook his head slightly, "Although Malfoy's collection of books is precious, it is far less than the hope you brought to Malfoy... Don't worry, Malfoy will not let his friends suffer, I will win enough benefits for you ...Don't be so disdainful, Severus, many nobles have treasured some special potions or prescriptions, as well as some lost classics, I think you won't dislike them."

"We'll wait until everything is confirmed," Snape finally said.Although he disdains Malfoy's exaggerated remarks, Slytherin will never deny the benefits he deserves.

After chatting casually about some gossip, Malfoy bid farewell and left.Snape came to the desk, frowned, took out the students' homework, and began to correct impatiently. As more and more homework was corrected, his anger couldn't stop rising: these little monsters whose brains are made of mouse juice, If they were one hundredth as smart and one thousandth as serious as Zenobia...

Zenobia!The quill in his hand was snapped off. Snape cast a Disillusionment Charm, and quickly approached the bedroom. The wand hidden under the sleeve of his robe was firmly grasped, and he silently pushed the door open.

A very fast silver light flew towards him.

Snape froze on the spot, letting the silver snake's long tail curl around him.The silver snake swallowed the letter, like a baby, and pressed the heavy snake head on his shoulder and rubbed it.

"Sir, I miss you so much~"

"Sir, do you miss me too?"

"gentlemen……"

"gentlemen……"

Hissing snake language, calling "Sir" repeatedly.After a while, Snape hugged the coiled snake body with one hand, and slowly stroked the silver snake head rubbing against his shoulder with the other hand: "Zenobia."