HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

When Snape left Malfoy Manor, he received envious looks from some Death Eaters.Lucius walked him to the door with a pale face.

The wand that the blond man had forcefully borrowed from the Dark Lord was destroyed in tonight's confrontation, but no one dared to ask Voldemort for compensation.

Snape knew well what it meant to be a wizard who lost his wand in such a war.He looked at his old friend with some confusion—although more friendships were just business contacts, they were indeed friends.

"Congratulations, Severus," Lucius whispered.After returning from Azkaban, under the care of his wife and the house-elves, he regained his previous refinement, but he couldn't get back that proud demeanor after all.Naturally, no one dared to keep their pride in front of the current Dark Lord.

The black-robed man nodded silently.

"Maybe, the Dark Lord is willing to ask Ollivander to make another wand for you." He reassured, "He doesn't need subordinates who can't show their strength."

His friend smiled slightly, without commenting on it: "Thank you, Severus. Good luck."

"Good luck," Snape replied, as he walked through the Malfoy's peacock garden and disappeared outside the dark iron gate.

……

In September, Hogwarts started as scheduled.

As usual, there is still a staff meeting before school starts.The main professors (mainly the deans) gathered together, and the principal explained and arranged the affairs of the next semester.

In Dumbledore's day, the old man always liked to call all the professors, not just the four deans - which made the staff meeting back then not so much a meeting as a meeting between old friends reunion.But after Dumbledore's death, it is obviously impossible to have such a good thing again.

Snape only sent the notice of the meeting time to the four Heads - this could effectively avoid the trouble caused by the Carroll siblings asking him why they hadn't been invited later.

He stood in front of the desk, looking at Dumbledore across the table.He didn't pay attention to the encouraging and loving eyes of Dumbledore in the portrait that made his skin crawl, and indifferently thought about the possible reactions of several professors.

"knock knock"

"Please come in."

Snape heard four jagged footsteps at the door.About several deans came in together at the door of his new office, and Snape knew what it meant without thinking about such details.

"Snape." Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind him coldly.

The man turned around, not missing the vigilance and disappointment in the eyes of his colleagues for many years.He waved his wand, like Dumbledore used to do often, conjured up chairs for his guests: "Please sit down, Minerva." Snape nodded to the professors behind, also for the They conjure seats.

The other three professors looked at each other and sat down in such a slightly delicate atmosphere.But Professor McGonagall remained standing.

The old witch's lips were pursed tightly, and her eyes glared sharply at Snape through her spectacles. "How dare you come back here?" she asked sternly. "Aren't you ashamed of your own actions?"

"Why?" He asked back with a sarcastic smirk, "Power should be in the hands of capable people, isn't it?"

"But—" McGonagall wanted to ask if the other party wasn't ashamed at all for betraying Dumbledore's trust, but Snape interrupted her with a wave of his hand.

"Have a seat, Minerva," he said again. "Since you're clearly unwilling to talk to me, we'd better hurry up and talk about our new professor."

Professor McGonagall gave him a disgusted look, and sat down reluctantly.

Snape's eyes slid past several deans again, and then he said: "I think you all know very well that the Carrow brothers and sisters will be the new professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies. My lord's order."

The professors were silent.

"I believe," Snape paused and raised his voice slightly, "the teaching philosophy of these two professors will conflict with you to a certain extent, but as the headmaster, I hope that you will not affect the normal operation of the school. Teaching—these students who are still at Hogwarts all have noble wizarding blood, and they are the future of our wizarding world."

"Besides, the Carrows will also be in charge of school discipline, and all students who make mistakes will be punished by them," he said. "I believe this is reasonable. Those punishments at Hogwarts— — confinement, labor services, etc. — are too merciful. The students need a deeper lesson to make them remember their mistakes."

"But they are Death Eaters!" said Professor Sprout, who had been silent all this time. "You really want to let Death Eaters discipline these children, C-Snape?"

Snape dropped his eyes.He had a mocking smile on his face, like Professor Sprout asked a stupid question.

"Why not?" he said, "I think you've misunderstood the Death Eaters—if they were pure-bloods, we wouldn't really do anything to them, just a little punishment to teach them a lesson. That's all, you'll see..."

The expressions of the professors became more serious than before. They looked at each other for a while, and Professor McGonagall spoke first.She stood up, frowning at Snape:

"If that's all you have to say—"

"No, of course not," said Snape slowly. "I hope you will at least try to avoid conflicts with the new professors."

"After all, as the principal, I am very reluctant to waste my time mediating conflicts between teachers."

His self-proclaimed and sarcastic and dismissive gesture made everyone annoyed.Professor McGonagall stood up, and the chair made a harsh rubbing sound on the ground.

"If this nonsense is what you want to say—" the witch's chest heaved, she closed her eyes briefly and then opened them again, forcefully suppressing her anger, "then we won't bother the busy Snape here anymore Sir," she said, turning to the other professors.

"Let's go."

The professors stood up one after another.Professor Sprout gave Snape a final disappointed look, turned and walked away with them.

With a "click", the door of the principal's office closed behind the professors.

Snape maintained his movements, and after a while, he exhaled lightly.

"You're doing well, Severus," he whispered, closing his eyes wearily.

The author has something to say:

Everyone, I'm asking for a leave... My grandmother who took care of me since I was a child passed away a few days ago... I'm really not in the mood to code... I just returned to China (the plane got off at one o'clock in the morning, and my grandma left after five o'clock in the afternoon...the last side I didn’t see π_π either)

The old man is usually in very good health, and never thought that this day would be so early... He rushed to the countryside in a hurry after receiving the news, and he didn't bring a computer or anything. I don't know when the code will return to normal... I'm sorry everyone.In addition, I hope everyone pays more attention to their elders, and don’t regret it after losing it. π_πMy grandma probably had a bit of chest pain during this period, but the old man insisted and didn’t tell us...Suddenly acute myocardial infarction left, children No one was by my side... I didn't even remember to call her a few more times when I was abroad. I always felt that my grandma would never leave, and would always stay there waiting for me... Now my grandma is gone...

[In addition, thank you for your comments, I have seen them all, but I am really not in the mood to reply recently, I will reply one by one later]