Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Outside the lounge, Charles climbed up from the ground again.

Felix suddenly caught up, and he knew that this guy was going to make trouble. In fact, even if Felix didn't make a sound, Charles was on guard against him hitting him from behind.

There is no need to doubt that Slytherin can definitely do such a thing.

And let alone Slytherin, this is a necessary means for students in several colleges to hurt each other.

Put a spell behind your back.

But those are mostly mischievous spells, like front tooth match stick, tarantella dance and so on.

After realizing that what Felix released was all petrification, Charles didn't dodge, but counteracted the spell with the armor spell on his suit, pretended to be petrified, and fell to the ground.

It was Slytherin who came back and forth, just like a turn-based game, and it was only after Felix accepted the gift that Charles could respond.

After all, there are only three things.

. . .

Now Ciel was wondering if he should go to Snape's office, because the whole thing looked like Felix had tricked him out and put him out overnight with the Petrification Charm.

But after thinking about it, Charles felt that Snape might be looking for him.

Because of the events of the day, and because of Slytherin's timing.

Felix probably didn't have a whim to trick him out, it should be Snape looking for him, and he thought of taking this opportunity to do something.

In this way, I would lie outside on the cold ground all night, blowing the cold wind, and the next day, I would have to face the furious dean who was released from the pigeons.

Kill two birds with one stone.

After playing the game for so long, Ciel knew these Slytherins, this was how they thought.

"Knock knock!"

Sure enough, as Charles knocked on the door of Snape's office, it was certain that Snape was really looking for him when the door slowly opened.

Charles opened the door and walked in.

The interior of the office is the same as that described in the original book. There are towering wooden frames against the walls. On the wooden frames are densely packed various potion materials, which are almost piled up to the ceiling.

Cold, damp, and with various potion ingredients from different parts of magical creatures, and some things like spider eyeballs, Snape's office looked particularly eerie.

No wonder he had such a bad reputation at Hogwarts.

Ciel is even more curious about how the quality of these potion materials is guaranteed. His private storage room is also in the office, but not all potion materials need a humid and cold environment, maybe constant temperature magic?

Soon, Charles' eyes found Snape in the office. He was leaning over a desk, and the quill was written by him with the momentum of waving a wand. With a wave of the wizard robe, it was a "T" Poor, he wrote it on parchment.

The lights in the office were very dim, or in other words, there was no other light source except for a magic candle floating in the air above his desk.

Snape would certainly brew a potion for myopia, but he just wouldn't let Harry use it.

"please?"

Just when Charles didn't regard himself as an outsider, and looked around on his own, Snape, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help it.

He squeezed out a word between his teeth.

The voice was very soft, with a smell of a cauldron full of potions. If it wasn't just the two of them in the office, there would be no other sounds except the rustling of the quill pen falling on the parchment. Must hear.

He found a chair and sat down.

Snape's quill paused slightly.

Although he only squeezed out one word, based on what Shire knows about this old bat, what he wants to say is, what are you doing standing here, do you still want me to invite you to sit down?

Ordinary students would probably start to tremble when they heard Snape's question, but Charles didn't respond, which made Snape feel like he had punched the devil's web.

The atmosphere between the two fell into a weird silence again.

Snape was grading his homework, Charles' eyes were blank, and he seemed to be in a daze, but he had actually used Occlumency to protect himself.

About a minute or two passed, Snape marked a dozen pieces of parchment as unqualified in one breath, and he seemed to be in a better mood. Then, his quill stopped slightly again, and he spoke again.

"Do you know about Mandrakes?"

Snape's voice was low and calm.

Charles didn't speak.

"I doubt it very much, because if a person's head is stuffed with lacewings, there's no room for anything else."

Snape looked up, staring at Charles with a kind of empty aim.

Also Occlumency.

Two inexplicable words, but Charles understood.

Snape was mocking him like a mandrake, buried in the soil without saying a word, of course, he might not understand what he meant, because his head was blank, without any wisdom to speak of.

Seriously, Charles doesn't want to understand the subtext of a damn old man, old tsundere.

a little! also! In no mood!

This wasn't the Hogwarts he wanted!

So he decided to end this worsening dialogue as soon as possible, and made it clear that the communication between the two of them in the future should be dominated by him.

So after a short pause, Charles smiled and asked back with a smile.

"And you know, Lily Evans."

. . .

Ciel felt that the temperature in the cellar dropped by a level instantly.

He even felt that Snape was going to cast some kind of unforgivable spell on himself the next moment.

In fact, Snape did exactly that.

He stood up from the chair, took a sudden step back, and distanced himself from Charles. At the same time, his wand was tightly held in his hand, and he faced him in a very vigilant posture.

But Snape was still staring blankly, with no expression on his face.

"I don't know where you heard that name."

"But you all made a bad decision tonight."

Snape's voice was still sluggish, but this time, he seemed to be squeezing words out of his teeth one by one.

He is wary.

In fact, with his mental quality of being an undercover agent for many years, even if someone mentioned Lily Evans to his face, he shouldn't have such a big reaction.

This is not the quality that an undercover agent should have.

The main reason is because. . In Harry Potter's memory, he was shocked by the power shown by the Shire Obscure when he saw it.

He had to be vigilant.

Because no matter what Shire's plans were for saying the name, in terms of hard power, he might not be able to be a silent person.

"Relax, Professor."

Charles' voice was calm.

"Don't you want to see her again?"

Snape still didn't put down his wand, but he seemed to have calmed down. As expected, he was worthy of being a double-faced undercover agent, and his psychological quality was good enough.

"I don't want to see you now."

"go out."

He said coldly.

"It's ruthless."

Charles laughed, standing up, and this action made Snape take another step back, as if he would turn into the Obscure at any moment.

"Obviously you asked me to come here. To show my sincerity, I even carefully prepared a gift for the first meeting between the two of us."

"Lily Evans."

"Isn't this gift enough?"

"The dead cannot be brought back to life."

Snape stared blankly.

Charlton paused, as if stunned.

Then the next moment, he showed an even brighter smile.

"Of course not."

"It's really interesting, Severus. Fortunately, you are still a professor. Of course magic can't bring the dead back to life. You wouldn't believe such a thing, would you?"

"Also, I'm afraid you didn't listen carefully to what I said."

"I mean, Lily Evans."

"Not Lily Potter."

Snape's eyes seemed to waver at last, but he was still concise.

"What's the meaning."

"I can give you a portrait of Lily Evans when she was young, still in school, and before she married James Potter."

"This is impossible!"

Snape almost blurted it out.

There seemed to be some kind of radiance in his eyes, but only for a moment, they became empty again, and the speed was so fast, it was like an illusion.

In fact, after Lily's death, he studied a lot of magic, resurrection, and soul return, including magic portraits.

He didn't know how cumbersome the production of portraits was and what procedures were involved. It was just the most basic point. People could only leave portraits while they were alive, which made him completely desperate.

Lily died without leaving any portraits.

"She's dead."

Snape said this calmly.

"I know."

Charles spread his hands.

"But magic can bring about miracles. Fortunately, you are still a professor. You don't believe in such things."

Snape didn't pursue Charles' eccentricity, he still maintained a slow tone, but Charles could hear the impatience hidden in it.

"How to do it."

he asked.

It is as if a dead person saw a spider's thread hanging from heaven in hell.

Charles' smile became brighter and more friendly.

"Well, there is no evidence for empty words. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to believe me with just my mouth. Let me take you to a place."

"Where are you going?"

Before Snape could answer his questions, he suddenly felt a scorching heat coming from behind him. It was as if the sun had penetrated the perennial smog in England and poured directly on his body. .

He turned sideways to look back for a moment, and then froze there.

Because behind him, there appeared a rotating circle of light emitting brilliant sparks. Inside the light circle, there was a scene completely different from Hogwarts and his office.

There is a desert, a vast desert composed of barren land and desert.

"right here."

Charles walked past Snape, and he stepped into the other side of the portal, from Hogwarts' Potion Vault, into another world.

He looked at the bustling city in the desert, turned his head, and said to Snape, who could no longer hold back the empty and calm expression on his face.

"Agrabar."

Small hot pot tonight, after finishing writing, send it in advance

You can guess again in the next dungeon, turn around 360 degrees