[HP] Three Snapes

"Elomar, you can continue to try." Snape pointed to the cauldron that was still boiling the potion, and continued to Eloma who was standing beside him with a curious face, "Remember to record the experiment— —Better not to think of strange things, otherwise..."

"My current interest is only in the crucible, I promise." Aloma quickly walked to the crucible, observing the cooking of the potion inside, "I will stay here and take good records, and I won't go anywhere."

Snape was noncommittal about his daughter's assurance, and after staring at her for a few more seconds, he turned and strode towards the door, his black cloak drawing a wave, and tumbling violently as he moved fast.

Soon, Snape returned to the cellar with a gloomy face, and behind him was a man who was staggering and might fall because he couldn't keep up with him at any moment.But Snape didn't notice this at all, or he noticed it but didn't want to make any changes at all. The right hand of the man in black robe was tightly clutching the man's wrist, and he strode forward half-dragging and half-dragging. No matter how hard the opponent struggles, they cannot escape.

Frantically slamming the cellar door, Snape pushed the man brought back to the corner with a sullen look on his face.Ignoring Eloma's astonished gaze, the black-robed man quickly walked to the locker and took out a bottle of medicine from it.

Turning around, Snape stuffed the potion together with a glass into the man's hand.

"Drink it! You know what the dose is!" Snape's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth. He squinted at the man who was exactly like himself in front of him, held his wand in his pocket with his right hand, and Always be ready to teach someone who rebels an unforgettable lesson.

resist?Ah, of course he could have resisted, a wicked smile formed on Snape's lips.However, as long as he did that, or just showed such an intention, then he had enough reason to cast a curse on this damn guy-the reason was to resist and try to attack the professor!

However, the man did not resist as Snape wished, he just took the bottle expressionlessly and poured a few drops into the glass.After visually measuring the dose of the potion, the man raised his neck and drank all the potion in the glass. Almost immediately, his appearance and body shape changed at a speed visible to the naked eye until he returned to his original appearance.

That wasn't a man exactly like Snape, that was Severor Springs.Obviously, he had just taken a lot of aging agents, so he had the same appearance as Snape.

"Very well, Mr. Prince, if I remember correctly, you once promised me that you would never do anything to damage the reputation of Slytherin! So, could you please explain your behavior just now? ?” Snape stared down at Prince with his arms folded and his elbows condescending, his voice was as deep and smooth as before, but if you observe carefully, you can find the undisguised anger in his black eyes.

"I'm sorry for the bad influence I caused - if Mrs. Pince hadn't asked me something, I don't think I should have been found out." Sif looked surprisingly calm, and he didn't get upset because of the rough treatment. Furious, "I'm just looking for a way to get home."

"Go home? Of course you can go home, maybe I can use a bottle of poison to help you solve this problem--" Snape's lips broke into a terrible malevolent smile again, and he bent slightly so that he could get closer to the The straight-backed boy, "I figured this would be a lot quicker than poisoning yourself with an overdose of aging agents."

"I'm a Prince, you can't question my level of potions!" Sif clenched his fists and looked at Snape fearlessly.

"Tsk, Prince?" Snape sneered unabashedly, and the corners of his mouth turned from vicious to disdainful, "You think you can brew potions and potions because you inherited the surname Prince?" Using potions to misbehave? Of course, you may be able to successfully brew aging potions, but do you really understand how to use them and the dangers? I think, I'm afraid your mother never told you about the overdose of aging potions. The harm of the aging agent?"

Unscrupulously looking at the stubborn boy in front of him, Snape raised his eyebrows and raised his voice without warning: "Of course, maybe it can't be her fault, after all, for her, sweet and beautiful love is always better than a son's love." Much more important."

"I won't allow you to insult my mother!" Sev couldn't control his anger anymore, he pulled out his wand from his ridiculously large robe, and pointed the tip of the wand at Snape.

"Fuchsia!"

However, before Sif could pronounce his curse, Snape had already made a "counterattack" that had been planned for a long time.Seeing the boy being hung upside down in the air, Snape had an indescribable sneer on his lips.

"Very well, blatantly attacking the professor and the dean of your own college—Mr. Prince, I have to admit that you are the most courageous person in Slytherin history... It's just that you seem to have forgotten one thing, Slater Lin is not a Gryffindor, and doesn't need that kind of irrational impulse." Snape tapped his wand, and the weapon in Sev's hand flew into his hand.Seeing the boy's resigned and resentful look, Snape shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked towards Aloma - he still had things to do, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the lion in snake skin.

"Actually, his strategy isn't too bad, is it?" Aloma was looking at Prince who was struggling in mid-air with great interest at this time, because he was wearing the same robe as her father, at this time His appearance looked ridiculous—the robe, which obviously didn't fit his figure, almost fell to the floor, making Sev look like a pair of black curtains hanging in the cellar.

"Concentrate on your cauldron, Miss Aloma—if something happens to it that shouldn't happen, maybe I'll send you up there to accompany him. Or do you also like being hung up like this for a while?" Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously and stopped his daughter from speaking further.Patting Eloma's head lightly, the man in black robe signaled her to return her attention to the cauldron.

Quietly sticking out her tongue, Eloma didn't dare to say any more unnecessary words, glanced at the clock and after confirming that it was time to move on to the next step, she began her study in a proper manner-the consequence of being distracted during her father's private tutoring But very serious.

About 5 minutes later, Eloma sighed, raised her head from the mist-shrouded cauldron, and looked pitifully at her big-nosed daddy: "Daddy, let him down, he's been hanging upside down for too long It's going to be bloody."

"The stupid guy who deducted points for Slytherin doesn't deserve sympathy." Snape glanced at his daughter, didn't intend to let go, and even let out an angry snort from his big nose.

"I don't think he's stupid, at least he knows to use aging agents, and he changed his robes - it would be a real shame if he went to the library in Slytherin's house." Ai Luo Ma carefully extinguished the fire under the crucible, allowing the boiling medicine to enter the natural cooling stage, "Prince, can you tell me what happened? Also, your robe..."

"...I went to the restricted-book area." Sif felt dizzy at this moment, but he gritted his teeth and refused to show a little tired and uncomfortable look.If the bastard Snape in front of him asked this question, maybe he would consider whether to answer it, but he didn't have that much hostility towards the black-haired girl Aloma, "As the heir of the Prince family, I There are always some valuable things on her body... Of course, there are also Garen."

"It turned out to be a custom-made robe... But why did you go there?" Aloma sat down, resting her chin in her hands, blinking her big eyes and asked curiously, "It's very dangerous there, you may be hidden by black people." Books of magic hurt - they don't care if you're a Hogwarts student or not."

"Because I want to go home!" Sev suddenly struggled violently, his voice full of anger and unwillingness, "I shouldn't have pinned my hopes on others—since no one can help me, I'll go by myself try to find."

"The golden bell has landed!"

Snape unpreparedly broke the spell, and with a "bang", Sev fell from mid-air onto the cold cellar floor unexpectedly, causing him to let out a muffled groan in pain.Although he noticed it in time when the sound came out, and suppressed the pain and swallowed the second half of the sound, the short cry of pain was still clearly heard by the father and daughter over there——Elomar Some couldn't bear to cover his eyes, while Snape stood there with his arms folded, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and there was even a gleam of happiness in his black eyes.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Eloma thought for a while and decided to help him. Anyway, he and her daddy are the same person, even though he came from another world.Besides, just helping Prince up, her daddy won't blame her... If you get angry, don't be afraid, as long as you pull your daddy's sleeve and act coquettishly, there will be no other things like this problem.

"I'm fine." Sif gritted his teeth and stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, held Aloma's hand, and limped a few steps to see if he was really okay.

Snape glanced at the two children who seemed to be the same age, and walked towards his snake king throne with a cold snort.Of course that guy will be fine, and I didn't hang him very high—if I fall from that position, I'm afraid I won't even scratch my skin.What's more, I saw the timing right, and I untied the spell when the kid was bending over, so that he would only hurt a little, but there would definitely be no other problems.

Anyway, he was currently a student of Slytherin, and he couldn't let him die here - at least not yet.