hp Ouroboros

Snape was striding forward, with the black robe flying behind him and his gloomy face, under the addition of anger that interrupted the beautiful potion research time, unfortunately, the little wizards who met him on the weekend twitched Angrily, he quickly leaned against the wall to make way, and even a first-year Hufflepuff boy squatted on the ground with limp legs, his face pale, as if the angry potions master was finally going to catch him back, chop him up and throw him into the Potions boiled in a cauldron.

'Professor Snape will chop up students who are always blowing up their cauldrons in class and boil them into potions! ' Snape felt he would never understand the rumors that circulated among the stupid little trolls who were terrified of him.

Tsk, do those Hufflepuffs or some Gryffindors really think that potions can be made from them?Ah, maybe they could use their brains to try to develop a new potion - if there was such a thing as a brain in their thick skulls, he was sure the name of the new potion must be 'Potion of Stupidity', After all, besides making people more stupid, the little troll brains of those two academies can't find any other uses for the youngest potions master in this century.

A huge stone griffin guarded the spiral staircase leading to the principal's office. After impatiently uttering the password "Blowing Bubblegum", which obviously had the style of an old principal who loves sweets, the stone statue turned out of the stairs slowly. It made Snape feel unbelievable.

That's enough time for him to cut up a pot of hellebores for next week's class!Since this stupid stone statue was going to waste his time, let those Gryffindor fifth-year trolls deal with it themselves in class. Anyway, he couldn't get a palliative before the end of class, and he wasn't the one who got a T for class work.As one of the most commonly tested potions for OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Examination Level Test), maybe he can once and for all keep those rough-handed trolls from appearing in his potion improvement class.Thinking of this, Snape sneered harshly. In fact, the speed of the stone statue's rotation could be slowed down a bit. As long as it slowed down by a few minutes, he could get rid of the fifth grade Hufflepuffs together!

With a sound of "Bang!", the door of Principal Dumbledore's office was pushed open by Snape, and the force of hitting the wall made the weird silverware hanging on the wall jingle.

"Oh! Severus, you're here. Although you just finished your breakfast, would you like a cup of after-dinner hot chocolate?" Dumbledore completely ignored Snape's gloomy face, and recommended his after-dinner meal to him with a smile. A hot drink...or maybe a dessert.He poured himself a cup from the transparent teapot containing the so-called hot chocolate on the table. Judging from its sticky shape, hot chocolate should be the abbreviation of 'melted hot chocolate paste', not the common recognition, It's a drink, the kind of hot chocolate that you drink rather than eat.

"If you called the poor potions professor into the office just to sell your..." Snape looked coldly, and glanced at Dumbledore's cup with disdain, "chocolate syrup."

"Perhaps you don't mind that Gryffindors have to deal with the materials used in the class by themselves this semester? If so, I hope you can let them understand that they need to pay for their own Potions class this semester. After all, Hogg Woz's potion budget is so tight, according to Gryffindor's craftsmanship... tsk, poor." Snape said pitiful, but from his cold words, he could only hear Out of ridicule.

As soon as he thought about the budget headache, Dumbledore immediately changed the subject, "Ah, Severus, please come here because I want to ask you to understand what happened in Slytherin last night."

"The first-year freshmen's chief duel is just a small duel. I don't think the greatest wizard of this century should not need to learn any new knowledge from a child's duel like a house."

"Young people are always full of possibilities, and their little tricks are always interesting, aren't they?" Dumbledore is not someone to fool, "I'm just a little surprised that Miss Cassandra is not the head of the first year. Although The Cassandra couple have always expressed to me Miss Cassandra's extraordinary talent before, but I thought they just loved this cute little girl too much, and some exaggerated the facts. But since she entered school, I have heard Felius complain Several times, Miss Cassandra should have gone to his Ravenclaw at all, and Pomona also praised her patience and accomplishment in herbalism. So I think Miss Cassandra's ability is probably responsible for A first-year chief?"

Listening to Dumbledore's gentle inquiry, the seasoned Snape was unmoved, "Obviously, Miss Cassandra's meager intelligence is not enough to make up for her lack of dueling wisdom, I think maybe she should really go Ravenclaw? At least she only needs her little academic talent to make a success there, doesn't she?" Snape's extremely mocking words vaguely revealed that although Sylvia had excellent grades, Not enough 'wisdom' messages in duels.

Dumbledore was already very familiar with Snape's talking 'art', he felt that he had got the information he wanted to know, so he changed the subject contentedly, seemingly continuing to promote his other collection of sweets, but actually let Snape go back .

Indeed, a Slytherin with some common sense would not choose to be a thankless ring master. In previous years, members of one or two small families would voluntarily throw bricks to attract jade.Although Sylvia had a good reason to stand up first, the kind-hearted old man who was actually suspicious of everyone in Slytherin didn't need to know this.As Snape thought, he stepped on the bottom of the spiral staircase, and the stone stone statue of the Griffin that was trying to trip him with its tail kicked, ignoring its loud ghostly screams behind him, and strode away.

Snape returned to his cellar office. Although the previous materials were ready, he didn't start his weekend potion research right away.He sat aside and sank himself into the badly worn, old-looking but soft one-seater sofa. He remained silent for a long time, and his face didn't change at all, but it was a terrifyingly hollow blackness due to the habitual operation of Occlumency. Eyes, but this meeting is glowing with thoughtful light.

This summer vacation, before he returned to his dilapidated house, Dumbledore told him that there was a student who would enroll in September, and he hoped he could help to pay attention.God knows why anyone other than that goddamn Potter who hasn't enrolled yet needs attention!

The great Dumbledore is really busy, why don't he just make the Minister of Magic, and then he can justifiably ask those Aurors who don't do anything with a salary to help him monitor those 'suspicious people', oh, yes, say Maybe those "envoys of justice" will not agree, after all, the current "suspicious person" is only an 11-year-old wizard who has just entered school for two weeks!

Even though he was reluctant, after learning about Sylvia, Snape's attitude towards Sylvia was almost tolerant—otherwise she really thought that she and the little Gryffindor lion Whispering in his Potions class, looking so absent-minded that he really didn't notice?

A Slytherin who is probably half-breed, has a Gryffindor friend... This scene seems to have been similar, Snape closed his eyes, and indulged himself in a rare memory that seemed to be a long time ago, chilling in the silent cellar At this time, the atmosphere became softer with the master. As someone who had experienced it, no matter how much they disagreed with him now, he still had to use the word 'friend' to describe them.They will understand one day in the future, I just hope that it is not after the loss... After a soft sigh, Snape opened his eyes again, the gentleness and softness completely disappeared in the empty eyes, the feeling that made the whole Hogwarts So young wizards have heard that the dreaded potions master, former Death Eater turned spy for the Order of the Phoenix, is back.

After the newly enrolled first-years have adapted to the magic of Hogwarts and the strict requirements of the professors for the report assignments (after knowing that no one even the Slytherins can get an O in the potion report The grades are finally satisfied with a D or even a T on their homework) Time has passed two months, and entering November means that the Quidditch season that has made the whole school crazy is about to start.

Professor Snape punished a total of five Gryffindors in three grades for a week of confinement within three days, silently but firmly expressing that he would never be included in the Gryffindors' "whole school".

But how could that big black bat hit the little lions at this time!With an almost professional level Seeker and Gryffindor's legendary captain Charlie Weasley, nothing can stop the passionate Gryffindor students from focusing on Quidditch this coming season Enthusiasm.

For some unknown reason, the first game of the season always starts with a feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Maybe it was to stimulate those little snakes who always like to hide in the dark cellar to study some strange magic potions to fly to the sky to participate in some sports?I have to say that this idea is really exciting... Sylvia watched the group of Slytherins wearing silver and green Quidditch jerseys walk into the player room with grinning faces. Well, their usual aristocratic arrogance and demeanor should be thrown into a dark corner of their room together with the wizard robes they replaced.

Even the tall and strong figure of Higgins, who is the Seeker, can disappear in their Quidditch team, so you can know how 'majestic and mighty' the Slytherin players are.

Sylvia found that those players who looked like orangutans, except for Seeker Higgins, and a suitor whose teeth needed to be fixed Flint, she hardly knew anyone else—she was in In less than a month since the start of school, I have already met the children of all the powerful families in Slytherin, so most of the players are actually the guardians of those families... Um, orangutans?

Now I finally found the reason why the two boggarts are made of iron. It is impossible for a leather ball like the Quaffle not to explode under the iron rods in the hands of the group of 'orangutans'.Sylvia, who followed the crowd to the stands of Slytherin College, agreed inwardly with the well-intentioned craftsman who invented the Quidditch ball.

Sitting in the stands, even Slytherin showed a completely different eagerness from usual, not to mention the stands of other colleges.

They were a little far away from the Gryffindor stands, and they couldn't see what was going on in the Gryffindor stands, but judging from the direction of the noisy, excited, screaming and shouting at the beginning, it was Gryffindor that was right.