HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Apparently, the two Gryffindor boys and Miss 'Know It All' have grown closer since that Halloween incident.

When Snape passed the grass outside the Hogwarts castle, he saw three children cuddled together, standing back to back—this posture made him a little suspicious—what the hell was Potter thinking?

Obviously, Potter and the others noticed him almost at the same time, and the faces of the three little Gryffindors became tense, and they moved closer obviously.

The Potions Professor frowned immediately, enduring the pain on his calf from being bitten by a three-headed dog and walked over.However, the gap left by the three children back to back was too small, and nothing could be hidden there. Snape, who found nothing, looked suspiciously at the faces of the three of them.

"What's that in your hand, Potter?" he asked with his lips pursed, his expression sour.

The boy hesitated for a moment, but still showed the cover of the book in his hand—it was an ordinary copy of "The Origin of Quidditch".

Snape's brows furrowed - thinking of Potter's usual tricks, he said: "Library books are not allowed out of school, give it to me - five points deducted from Gryffindor ’” He took the book, sneered into the boy’s angry green eyes, and limped away.

Snape didn't go back to his office - he is also a normal person, and he didn't like to stay alone in the cellar that became cold and empty because of the arrival of winter. Loot, turning it casually.However, it was really just an ordinary book, and there were no usual means of concealing it - such as changing the cover.

Snape casually placed the book on the table in the staff lounge, and sat down in a soft chair.

Professor McGonagall was grading homework here - they usually didn't go back to their offices during recess, which was such a waste of time.The elderly female professor raised her head when she heard the movement, and her unattractive face softened.

"Severus, are you feeling better?"

"Not bad." He replied succinctly, and then glanced at Professor McGonagall's face that sank when he saw the homework, "Homework for the first-year students?"

"Yes." McGonagall frowned, and scored a score that was obviously not high with ease, and then raised her head to look at her young colleague, "If you want me to say Severus, you are too bad." Be careful, how could you be bitten by that dog?"

"It's just that I didn't pay attention." Snape avoided talking about it - when he went up to the fourth floor that day, there was no one there, but a trap was set in the room, if it wasn't like this, he would never have been caught by Hagrid That Lu Wei bit - this is good, they didn't figure out how many people there were in each other, but Snape's trust by Dumbledore was exposed to Quirrell.

Professor McGonagall corrected her homework for a while and left - she still had classes.Afterwards, several professors came and went one after another, and without exception, they all greeted their colleagues with concern about their injuries. Only Snape, who had no class today, sat alone in his seat and slowly corrected the situation. Homework brought by the elves.

This continued until the evening, when Snape was too lazy to go to the cafeteria for dinner because of his leg injury, he simply asked the house-elf to bring simple food to the lounge.At this moment, his complexion was obviously much better than what Harry saw this afternoon.

After simply finishing the dinner, Snape went on to correct half of the remaining homework on the table, and the flame in the fireplace was beeping, beeping, beeping, secretly indicating the slow passage of time.Finally, when Filch, who was usually on a night watch, walked into the staff lounge with his lamp, Snape finally finished grading all the homework.

"Good evening, Professor Snape," Mr. Administrator walked over, looking in a good mood, "Is your injury better?"

"much better."

"Oh," this colleague who has worked with him for several years put down the lamp in his hand, "It's still a while before the curfew starts, why don't I give you medicine first? Professor Sprout told me today They are all worried that you will not take the medicine well."

Snape was silent for a moment - because he was the youngest among the professors, and the senior professors always took care of him as a junior.He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Filch's light-colored eyes were looking at him eagerly, and Snape could see the concern in it—the potions professor, who was never good at rejecting such kindness, hesitated, he hesitated Nodding his head, he sat uncomfortably on the chair and lifted the robe that covered his legs, and lifted up the trousers to reveal the blood-stained bandages.

"I'll just take the medicine myself." - This was the maximum that Snape could accept.

He took out the white fresh essence from his pocket-in fact, it was basically useless to the bite of the three-headed dog. A few days ago, he just wrapped it with a bandage and waited for the wound to heal naturally.He dripped the essence on his wound under Filch's watchful eye, and when he was about to take a bandage from his pocket, the castle warden had already pulled out a roll of bandage and handed it over.

Snape paused, feeling a little warm in his heart.

"Damn it," he couldn't help explaining to Filch as if complaining—although the expression on his face didn't seem like an explanation, "how could you be staring at three heads at the same time?"

However, a gust of cool wind from the door quickly attracted Snape's attention, and he turned his head suddenly, seeing a disheveled head.

"Potter!" The man suddenly put down his robe to cover his injured leg, the expression on his face was distorted with anger, he didn't care what Potter said, and said angrily, "Get out! Get out!"

The author has something to say:

I imagine the atmosphere among the professors at Hogwarts is like this - like a family, caring for each other hhhh, but the professor is the youngest 2333333

I feel so warm in my heart that I want to cry, and then I think about the confrontation between Professor McGonagall and Professor McGonagall—I want to cry even more, my professor is so sad, my dear professor

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