The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

On the second floor of the White Tower, Snape saw a huge nerve cyst soaked in the pool. Dumbledore, in purple pajamas, was barefoot, holding a large tome, chanting words, and circling around the pool. The scene was comparable to a pagan sacrifice.

"Albus, are you dazed?!"

"Severus! You're here just in time, I need your help." Dumbledore rushed to Snape with swift strides, and the names of a lot of potions popped out of his mouth like a cannonball, from detoxification bezoar to The amnesia potion for erasing memories especially requires a large amount of water of life and death. This potion has a strong drowsiness effect, can make the god's brain sleep for a short time, acts as a sedative, and can effectively suppress the riots of the god's cells, so it is very important.

"Tell me first, what's in that pool!"

"This is it." Dumbledore crazily stuffed the "Spellcaster's Guide to Combat" into Snape's hands, "Look, this is the future of the wizarding world."

Snape saw a line titled "Detailed Explanation of the Master Brain Engineering of God-level Intelligent Biological Beings" on the page of the book, and the content made him dizzy even more.

"With all due respect, it looks more like brain stew here. And I don't see the point of it."

Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and wrote on the "Guidebook": "I want to raise the dead, what should I do?"

Immediately, a large number of writings appeared in the "Guide", explaining in detail one hundred methods of resurrecting the dead.

Snape's eyeballs suddenly widened. His thin fingers pinched Dumbledore's shoulders, and he asked loudly, "This book! Can you lend me?"

"No need to borrow it. As long as you join us, everyone will have a copy." Dumbledore and Grindelwald smiled.

...

A few days later, in the potions class of the seventh grade, the students were brewing the water of life and death. Dozens of crucibles were bubbling and bubbling, and a cloud of pungent light blue smoke piled up over the classroom.

Old Bat Snape was lingering between the work desks. He looked like a dried bat in a Chinese medicine cabinet. He looked lifeless. A dull and tired stupid light.

A cold, deep voice floated from the depths of his windpipe, and it was as indistinct as it was mixed in the steaming mist from the potion cauldron.

"Add the daffodil root powder to the wormwood infusion... the heat should not be too high... use the side of the silver knife to squeeze the drowsy beans instead of slicing them, so that the juice will come out more easily... You can see that the potion in the crucible has turned light snow blue , the next step is to start stirring, counterclockwise seven times, then clockwise once, repeat, repeat, repeat..."

Snape was like a stuck tape, just muttering over and over again, without any further words.

"Professor...Professor? Are you okay?" Percy couldn't help asking.

The old bat closed his lips tightly when he heard this, and floated over like a ghost, looking at Percy coldly, "What's the problem, Mr. Weasley?"

Percy gave an "uh" and asked cautiously, "You look tired, Professor, do you need a break?"

"Whenever you can take care of the cauldron, I can rest. Now, don't babble here, and care about your own potions instead of me." He said suddenly to a Ravenclaw girl. Roaring, the dull eyes shot a cold light, "Wrong! You added valerian root too early, and the color of the potion hasn't completely changed yet!"

The girl was so scared that she apologized again and again. The senior students had been trained by Snape for seven years, and they had already developed a thick skin. They just emptied the potion in the cauldron and prepared to redo it.

"Before class is over, everyone has to hand in a copy of life and death water to me. Those who fail to pass the test should not take the test, so as not to be embarrassing in the test room." Snape returned to the podium, sat down lightly, touched When he saw the soft cushion, the light in his eyes went out instantly, and he leaned back unknowingly, leaning against the back of the chair.

With the tinkling sound of the long spoons against the cauldron, the grunts and small frolics of the students, and the strange and fragrant smell of the potion steaming, the drowsy classroom finally caused Snape to completely collapse. Tilting his head, his long greasy hair slipped into his mouth, sleeping soundly, his breath was so weak that he couldn't even blow his hair.

At the end of the class, the students put the bottled water of life and death on the display table, and couldn't help but come forward to watch Snape's sleeping appearance.

"He looks like a baby," a female student said softly, "I really want to take a picture of this scene."

"I've never seen a baby with such oily hair."

"It turns out that old bats also want to sleep."

"I brought a camera."

"Quick shot, brother, the old bat seems to be waking up."

Snape took a deep breath when he awoke, feeling the machine reactivate. He opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to the cold and deep color.

The students ran away one by one, pretending to be indifferent.

"What are you doing around here?"

"Professor, get out of class is over, and our potion has been finished."

Snape got up to check the potions, and his mean expression relaxed a little when he saw that all the potions passed the test. "Smart at last. I mean, nobody's a fool at all. Go back. Mr. de Lin, you stay."

The students slipped out through the front door, and the boy looked at the photo in his hand in a frightened sneak shot. He just showed a smug smile. The next second, Snape in the room waved his wand, and the photo with the dark history burned automatically, almost killing the students. burnt fingers. He was tongue-tied and could only leave angrily in the end.

Linde and Snape were the only ones left in the classroom. The gloomy professor stood slowly in front of the transfer student, his eyes met, as if invisible swords were clashing in the air.

But soon, Snape bowed to Linde, and said softly: "The mentor of the tower, our guide of the truth, and the humble apprentice salute you."

Others see the professor saying hello, but it's the other way around when it comes to Linde, but they also have their own opinions. One is called the other party's professor and the other is called the other party's tutor. The scene is quite humorous.

"Professor Snape, I don't remember that the secret order stipulates that apprentices need to salute disciples. There is no master-apprentice contract between you and me. So there is no need to be formal."

"Anyway, I must thank the Tower of Libraries. I see hope." Ripples appeared on Snape's face.

Linde didn't try to read minds. Snape was a master of Occlumency, and it was quite difficult to detect his thoughts. But there was only one person in this world who could make Snape so steadfast, and Harry could guess that Snape wanted to fuck with just this little expression.

"You want to resurrect Ms. Lily Potter? This may not be the best solution. Ms. Potter has been dead for too long, and it may not be a good thing to bring her back to the world of the living. If you want to make up for the regret, you can try to travel to The past of the parallel world. The revived Ms. Potter is still Mr. James Potter's wife and Harry's mother. Rebirth is a good way to restore the relationship between childhood sweethearts."

"It doesn't matter. You know a lot of things, but you don't understand this...feeling." Snape seemed to be talking to himself, "It doesn't matter whose wife or mother she is. I... I have done harm to her, and she is to blame for everything, as long as she can survive, it doesn't matter what the future holds."

Linde was also silent. He really didn't understand and couldn't refute.

Snape coughed and changed the subject: "I would like to ask you to take a few lessons for me. Students in the fifth grade and below have to trouble you. I have been too busy recently."

"Haven't you already figured out a way to lighten your burden?" Linde jokingly smiled at the old bat, "It's a good idea to let students share the work for you. The content of preparing water of life and death was taught last year, so you Shouldn't you be ashamed to squeeze the labor of students?"

The old bat didn't blush and his heart didn't beat. He said plausibly: "This is to guide you to review the textbook, and I provided a better refining method than the textbook. It is a rare pharmaceutical experience."

"Well, you are right. I can do it for you, but you have to give a reasonable reward."

"Ten Galleons per lesson."

Linde reached out to touch it, turning the podium into pure gold, showing a calm smile of the nouveau riche. Snape had a toothache, and he said, "How about a bottle of Felicia?"

"If I want to make life beautiful, the world will sing for me." Linde remained unmoved.

"Then...you make a request."

Linde stretched out three fingers, and slowly took one back under Snape's trembling gaze.

"Then you agree with me on two things. First, I want you to wash your hair every day. (Old Bat frowns) Second, you have to give Gryffindor points. Twenty points a class is a good deal."

As the head of Slytherin, Snape, who was stingy, never gave too much to the students of other houses.

"...I agree." A moment later, Snape gritted his teeth and agreed to Linde's request.

In the next few days, in the scoring hourglasses of the four colleges at the entrance of the auditorium, Gryffindor's nearly dry score gems exploded like a flood. And the students were also shocked to find that Snape seemed to have used Rejoice, his hair was extremely dry, and he was duang~duang~ when he walked.

Professor McGonagall's curiosity is like a little claw scratching her heart. As the vice-principal, she knows nothing about the successive abnormal phenomena in the school. She hinted in front of Dumbledore many times whether there is any need for help. But the headmaster just smiled wearily: "It's too early, it's too early..."