Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

The basement level of Hogwarts, the dungeon area.

Due to the black lake, the water vapor below is constantly rising up through the cracks in the rocky soil. Darkness and humidity blend together in this place. Compared with the area where the Hufflepuff common room is located, this place is closer to the Slytherin lounge. It will look very cold.

Even in the scorching midsummer, this place will still keep the 'coolness' that makes your back shiver. This is the happy lair of snakes and reptiles. I heard that in the era of the founder, this area was a real underground prison, Salazar · Slytherin is keen on the study of black magic, and in that presumptuous age, his experiments often required a lot of special 'research materials'.

Although hundreds of years ago, the bloody aura that used to permeate here has disappeared completely, but this cold aura never left Hogwarts for a moment.

The classroom for the Potions class is set up here, and the damp water vapor is driven away by magic, turning it into a cool underground area, which is a good place to store potions. Traditional magic materials, and a group of little wizards who seem to have been freeze-dried.

This group of innocent and curious children once thought that magic learning must be full of mysterious and interesting knowledge. Even the difficult transfiguration technique actually has something that fascinates them, but after coming here with a good attitude, something happened. changed.

After passing through a long corridor with specimen jars as walls, the dark classroom filled with moss-like green light made their hearts sink continuously. It was still several hours before it was dark, but when they stepped into this place, it seemed Dusk has become a thing of the past, and the upside-down time and space here make unknown fears continue to accumulate.

The hands of the clock slowly slid to the predetermined position, and the tense little wizards subconsciously focused their eyes on the closed door of the classroom. The thick black oak door opened silently, and a tall shadow walked in. Shadows from the gate.

A pair of cold, ruthless eyes drenched in deathly silence stared at them. Those emotionless eyes were like blades turned from extremely cold ice. When these eyes touched them, everyone couldn't help shivering. body.

"Quiet--"

In the classroom where needles could already be heard, the heartbeats of the little wizards seemed to become more cautious because of these words.

When the visitor got out of the shadows and walked to the front of the classroom, people finally saw his appearance clearly.

This tall, middle-aged man has a head of smooth and thick black hair. His shoulder-length hair is combed into a somewhat old-fashioned middle part, probably because he just washed his hair not long ago, and his hair is a little fluffy, but This does not spoil his cold and majestic appearance in the slightest.

Unlike other professors, this man was wearing a large black cloak, and under the cloak was not a black uniform cloak. A slightly old but brand new black tuxedo gown outlined his well-proportioned figure. The white shirt inside was not tied with a bow tie, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned, and there seemed to be a faint trace of a silver necklace.

Clothes probably depend on people. Even with such a cold and heartless face, after wearing this clothes, his temperament has changed a little.

If you really want to give a more appropriate description, then the first image that appears in people's minds must be a gangster godfather who holds a lot of power and has the power to kill, but maintains a cold and elegant attitude.

Even though his hands were covered with blood, the bright red splashed recklessly could not stain his body. He was not a raging lion, nor a poisonous snake with its fangs exposed. The complex and incomprehensible aura mingled on him into an unstoppable force. The cold majesty of the touch.

He is Severus Snape, a man that no student in Hogwarts has ever dared to offend, even Gryffindor, who is proud of his death, can only cower and bow his head, fading away from the so-called young lion Fur, turned into a well-behaved kitten and was manipulated at will.

He stared straight ahead, and the increasingly intense sense of oppression was constantly piling up.

Snape had already glanced indifferently around the classroom for several times, but the figure he was very concerned about did not appear!

There was no way to hide Harry's head-tall physique for little wizards, yet he seemed to have evaporated out of thin air and didn't show up in the classroom.

'Skipping class on the first day! Penny how do you teach children? ! '

‘As I said earlier, that bastard James is no fun! '

'Like your mother, Harry, and if you try to learn from your bastard father, I'll break your leg! '

Although the expression on his face did not change at all, Snape, whose mental activity was as violent as a volcanic eruption, had already entered the second stage of rage.

The terrifying pressure brought about by the thirty-second silent gaze has already exceeded the upper limit of the tolerance of many young wizards. They are a group of eleven-year-old children, and they have never encountered such a terrifying aura.

On the eve when a group of trembling children could hardly hold back their tears, the sound of hurried footsteps from far to near came from a distance.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

The sound of knocking on the wooden door interrupted Snape's inadvertent accumulation of momentum. When he came back to his senses, he saw a group of students with tears in their eyes, but he couldn't comfort anyone, and he couldn't In no mood.

"Come in."

Snape spoke coldly, and after he looked away, the little wizard, whose body was tense to the limit, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't dare to make too much noise, they could only cover their mouths with their sleeves and panted furtively .

The door was pushed open, and Harry, who was a little out of breath from running so fast, tried his best to adjust his breathing. Although there was an hour of rest between the Charms class and the Potions class, his little experiment with Professor Flitwick was delayed. After spending too much time, Harry was still in a daze for a while, and when he came back to his senses, it was less than five minutes before class started. Even if he was in a hurry, it was still a step too late .

"Sorry I'm late." Wiping the sweat from his brow, Harry walked in hastily, "Sorry, sir."

After seeing Snape's attire, Harry's voice stopped abruptly, and he almost blurted out the word "Godfather". After all, Snape's temperament and image now are...too much alike.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm late."

Harry, who hastily changed his words, hurriedly said, like Snape before, Harry's heart was also shaken like a tsunami.

‘What about the promised sallow cheeks and oily hair that hasn’t been washed for ten years? You just dress up like this, and worry about not being able to find anyone to get married in the past ten years? It's really impossible to grab one, isn't it a blood loss if you don't dress up and do something unscrupulous? ! '

The random thoughts in his mind were quickly kicked aside by Harry. He saw Snape's frown slightly. If he didn't give a reason to explain, even if he was his godfather, Harry would not think that he would be able to live well. .

"Professor Flitwick invited me to join his dueling club, and because of this, I accidentally delayed too long."

"alright."

Snape, still maintaining his indifferent tone, interrupted Harry.

"Go back to your place."

Snape turned and pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket.

The little wizards silently watched Harry walking towards them. In this brief moment, the little wizards who had turned into melon eaters began to make up their minds about Harry's funeral.

Yes, funeral.

It's not to blame the little wizards for being so pessimistic, but because they have already learned of Snape's notoriety from many seniors. The encounter is enough for them to make inferences.

It is said that all the unlucky ones in Snape's hands will be arrested and subjected to inhumane experiments. It is the best result to be able to leave the whole body behind. It's miserable, even if these people will have a pretty good performance in brewing a certain potion in the days to come, people are more willing to believe that Snape took something from that guy, maybe seven points One of the souls?

Those small compensations are just a cover-up. After all, being pulled by the devil to make a forced transaction, what you lose will always be more than what you get.

In Hogwarts, there are the fewest campus legends about Snape, but each one is the scariest and most terrifying.

After Harry took his seat, Neville, who was sitting next to him, even started to pray for Harry with his palms folded, hoping that Merlin would show mercy and bless Harry to live well.

But the expected terrible punishment didn't happen, Harry sat down unharmed, put the textbooks and tools on the table unharmed, and Snape's first words after returning to the back of the desk were not about Harry.

"Hannah Abbott."

Snape started the roll call without doing anything else, not even giving Hufflepuff points, even though Harry had just been late.

As the names on the parchment continued to decrease, the little wizards also slowly came to their senses, as if the few words they heard were not so accurate.

Indeed, Snape is very scary, that expressionless and indifferent face is different from any other professor, but aside from this, Snape's seriousness is actually the same as that of Professor McGonagall, It is a strict requirement for classroom discipline, and this kind of seriousness is acceptable to young wizards.

The little wizards who were almost scared to collapse just now quickly excused Snape in their minds, it seemed that such an approach could save themselves some embarrassment of being almost scared to cry.

"Since you are all here."

Snape put away the parchment with the students' names written on it, his voice was very soft, but at the moment it was very ear-catching.

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potions. Since there is no foolish wand waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic."

The little wizards subconsciously shook their heads, as if they were telling Snape that they believed it, not only because Professor Flitwick said in class that Potions was a very important subject, but also because their doubts about Snape had dissipated at this moment. Pu's thoughts.

This somewhat different performance made Snape pause slightly. It seems that this year's young wizards are a little different from previous years? Are you getting smarter?

With such conjectures in mind, Snape seemed to feel a little happier, even if it was not as satisfying as "Flitwick is so discerning, he can see my Harry's amazing talent at a glance", but It is also a rare emotion.

"Perhaps." Snape said again, "After rigorous training, you can experience the beauty of the white smoke and fragrance wafting from the slowly simmering cauldron, and perhaps you will also be able to do so in the future. A certain time understands the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes the heart sway and the mind blur."

"I can teach you how to raise your reputation, brew glory, even prevent death—"

This calm narration seems to carry a dark temptation, hooking people's involuntary yearning.

"Reconcile, mix materials with different magical powers in a crucible. Your hands and your magical power are the magic wand of command. What we concoct are potions, but at the same time, we are also brewing miracles that cannot be achieved by spells."

"Perhaps magic spells can solve ninety percent of the world's problems, but the remaining ten percent, the hardest, depend on the miracles we brew from the crucible."

"Put away your wands and open your books."

Snape tapped the blackboard lightly, and several neat lines of blackboard writing appeared on the blackboard.

"Now, everyone is going to weigh the ingredients of a scabies potion. I will show you how to handle different medicinal ingredients. Now, let's start."

There was a little commotion in the silent classroom. The little wizards didn't get up immediately, but carefully determined the type and amount of medicinal materials they needed to take away. The formula written in the book and Snape wrote it in the The formula on the blackboard was slightly different, but they all chose the formula on the blackboard without hesitation. No one could explain why, but they subconsciously followed suit.

As time passed, the little wizard became more and more convinced that Snape was indeed a strict professor, but he was not the kind of pervert he heard. In addition, Snape is exactly the same as Professor McGonagall in teaching.

Strict, but not unkind.

Look at that Neville Longbottom, this silly, hands-and-handed fellow has made mistakes and omissions several times, but Snape didn't growl and hang him, and even gave him a look to stop him from continuing to make mistakes. Stupid, even before the end of class, Snape made a few points aloud.

You must know that although Snape is notorious, no one will doubt his Potions ability. After all, in Hogwarts, where there are many talented teachers, a professor who can be named a master can only count three on his fingers. One, he is a potion master who is as famous as dueling master Flitwick and transfiguration master McGonagall.

Being able to be pointed out and corrected many times by such an ultimate master is no longer a pure honor, which can be simply described.

How can the stupid and stupid Neville Longbottom accept so many points? Apart from the answer that Snape is a good professor with a cold heart and a warm heart, the little wizards couldn't find a second suitable reason.

Even Neville, who was the person involved, was very grateful to Snape in his heart. He knew that he was always clumsy, but Snape's reminders again and again made him stumble to the end.

When the emerald green luster appeared on the cauldron, Neville, who was so moved that he could not hold back, almost kowtowed to Snape. This was the first time since he was born that he successfully completed something instead of putting it It was messed up, and what Snape did next made Neville extremely grateful.

"Nice potion."

Snape looked at the cauldron and nodded slightly, he glanced at Harry, even though he almost couldn't resist rolling up his sleeves and tearing up Neville who was with Harry before, if he hadn't been carrying it, this idiot would definitely have messed up Drink this pot of potion! Even though he could still find a reason to give him extra points, such as 'Harry is willing to help his classmates', but that kind of excuse is obviously not enough weight, he will give him three or five points, he doesn't want to expose his relationship with Harry , the reason and excuse must be found, and if successful.

"Twenty points for Hufflepuff."

In Neville's eyes, Snape, who turned and left gracefully, became tall and tall like a giant, "Professor is encouraging me, right?" Obviously I have made so many mistakes, but he is actually sobbing, so crying’

Neville, who kept wiping away his tears, didn't realize at all that he was taking Harry's spotlight because he teamed up with Harry. At this moment, he was only moved, and he experienced the feeling of being encouraged and recognized for the first time.

In the eyes of the other little wizards, what they thought was actually not too different from Neville's. When the students who also felt this tenderness cast their gazes on the stern figure, there seemed to be something more in their eyes. Some respect is appreciated.

‘Professor Snape looks scary, but he is really a good person. '

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