Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
Chapter 139 Snape's Hatred and Grudge
Harry followed George and Fred into an empty classroom nearby.
"Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked strangely.
George and Fred looked at each other and said with mysterious smiles.
"Because we plan to give you an early Christmas present, Harry. We will leave as soon as this gift is delivered."
As they were talking, Fred took out a worn piece of parchment - the Marauder's Map - from his pocket.
Then they taught Harry how to use it. Harry was stunned when he looked at the map that recorded all the routes to Hogwarts and could also see all the actions of people in the castle.
George was still educating him on the taboos when using this map.
"Remember, no teacher except Professor Forrest can see the existence of this map."
Harry came back to his senses after hearing his words, and he asked doubtfully.
"Why can Professor Forrester know?"
"Because last year, Professor, he already knew about the existence of this Marauder's Map." Fred said with a shrug.
George continued: "Yes, it was the first day of school. We had just finished playing tricks on Filch, who was waiting to catch us, and when we slipped out of the Gryffindor lounge while opening the Marauder's Map, We saw Professor Forrest staring at us in front of the door."
Fred now shudders when he thinks back to that horrific scene.
"We were so frightened when we saw the professor that we even forgot to hide the map. Then the professor took the map away."
"However, Professor Forrest still gave us a chance. He promised that as long as we behaved honestly, he would return the map to us."
"Yes, those days were almost the most well-behaved days for George and I in school." Fred said with emotion, "If my mother sees it, she will definitely be very pleased and think that we have become better."
"Although the professor extended some time, he still returned the map to us at the end of the semester."
"It's just that before he returned the map to us, he seemed to have used some magic on it to remove his name."
After hearing what they said, Harry realized that there was really no Sherlock's name on the Marauder's Map.
George patted him on the shoulder.
"The only thing it lacks is Professor Forrester's name. It's still very useful. We don't need it anymore, so we decided to give it to you!"
The two of them handed the Marauder's Map into Harry's hands, said goodbye to him, and prepared to go to Hogsmeade through the gate.
Harry looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand, and his eyes gradually lit up!
Although he had experienced a lot of sermons from Sherlock, Harry's restless heart would not be changed so easily.
He had always been envious that others could go to Hogsmeade to relax and spend their weekends, but he could only stay alone in the castle.
And now his chance to escape from here is finally coming.
All the secret passages from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade are recorded on the Marauder's Map, and Harry can leave easily.
Where he was now, there was the entrance to a secret passage behind the hunchbacked old witch.
With excitement and a little guilt in his heart, Harry walked into the secret passage.
But this trip to Hogsmeade was not as pleasant as he imagined.
Just as Harry was heading to Hogsmeade through the secret passage, Sherlock knocked gently on the door of Snape's office.
After the gloomy voice inside said "come in", Sherlock opened the door and walked in.
Even though it was approaching Christmas, Snape was not idle. There was a cauldron on the fire in front of him, and the potion in the pot was steaming.
After seeing that the person coming was Sherlock, Snape looked a little surprised, with a mysterious smile on his lips.
"Why did you come to me?"
Sherlock didn't care what Snape's mood was now. He took out a list from his pocket and put it on the desk.
"I need these materials, and of course I won't get them for free. I will give them whatever I would normally pay."
Snape took the sheet of materials from the desk.
Sherlock did not hide the ingredients of the potion. With Snape's eyesight, he could naturally tell what potion Sherlock was going to prepare based on these ingredients alone.
"The sting of the Billywig bug, the secretion of the Spotted Miscanthus, the sapweed picked on the day of the full moon... You want to prepare a grief potion?"
Sherlock was noncommittal.
"So do you have these materials here?"
Snape looked at him proudly, his eyes still empty and cold, and his hanging hair seemed to have been brushed with oil, and it looked like it had not been taken care of for a long time.
"Ah, really, Forrest, you are begging me. You want three copies of this material. As a colleague working in the school, how about I only charge you fifty Galleons?"
Sherlock looked at him with disdain.
"You are so dark."
"Do you want it?"
Sherlock took the money bag out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Here are thirty galleons. I'll give you the remaining twenty next time."
In fact, these materials are not worth the money at all, but some of them are difficult to buy in the wizarding world, not because of scarcity, but because it is not yet the season for such materials to be used. It is estimated that only magicians like Snape can The medicine master here will have a spare for every season.
So even if he charged more than the normal market price, as long as it wasn't too much, Sherlock would hold his nose and admit it.
Snape brought Sherlock three grief potion ingredients from his inventory of potion ingredients. Just as he took the ingredients and was about to leave, Snape suddenly stopped him.
"Don't you want to know what potion I'm brewing?"
It was really rare for Snape to come out of Snape's mouth to seduce others to continue asking questions.
Sherlock stopped. He turned back and took a closer look at the potion that had been boiled in the crucible. After thinking for a moment, he knew what Snape wanted to do.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly, so he didn't leave in a hurry and sat directly on a chair in Snape's office.
"Oh, I'm sorry that I don't have such an in-depth study of potions like Master Snape, but maybe I still have some understanding."
Sherlock pretended to look at the pot of potion.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a pot of wolfsbane potion, right?"
There was a hint of impatience in Snape's tone.
"Yes, this potion's effect is very unusual."
"It's not common." Sherlock nodded, "Although it cannot completely cure werewolves, it is enough to be called the savior of werewolves."
Snape's impatience seemed to be undisguised.
"Yes, the savior of werewolves, then if all the people in the castle are normal people, then why do I need to brew this pot of potion?"
Sherlock shrugged.
"how could I know."
The expectation on Snape's face suddenly froze, and he scowled.
"You can't use your brain to think carefully!"
If this had happened before time travel, Sherlock would have pointed at his face and taunted him: He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry.
But now we are in Snape's office. If he really said this, the headlines of the Daily Prophet tomorrow would probably be - the tragedy of magical education and the truth about the fight between two professors at Hogwarts.
"I'm very busy every day, but I don't have the time to think about this. Why don't you tell me the answer directly, Snape, tell me why you boiled this pot of wolfsbane potion." Sherlock said slowly.
Snape looked at the pretentious Sherlock coldly. He was certainly not a fool and he naturally saw the problem.
"You have actually guessed it a long time ago?"
Sherlock noticed him and stopped pretending to be with him.
"Thanks to your reminder, I spent so much time teaching so much about werewolves."
Snape stared at him.
"Now that you know, why don't you expose his true identity! Don't you think having a werewolf in Hogwarts is a hidden danger to the students!"
Sherlock sneered.
"You knew it earlier than I did? Why didn't you go out and publicize it yourself, instead of letting me be the one who stood out?"
Snape seemed to be gnashing his teeth, but his expression showed no trace of resentment.
"I promised Dumbledore that I would hide this matter and not tell anyone."
"You have already broken your promise. Even if it is just an insidious reminder, it is a reminder and makes me an insider."
Sherlock suddenly looked at him curiously.
"By the way, what's the grudge between you and Lupine? He seems to be a nice guy, why do you hate him so much, wishing that his identity would be revealed and kicked out of Hogwarts. Jealousy of the position of Professor of Defense? No. Ah, he is just an assistant coach. If you want to be jealous, you should be jealous of me. "
In the office, the boiling potion was steaming. Snape stood under the dim light, his hands clenched into fists.
"A nice person? Is this what you think of him?"
He didn't angrily drive Sherlock out of here, or tell him to get out coldly.
"Do you know what he almost did? He turned into a werewolf, and his friends lured me over and locked me in the same room with him who was transforming! If not at the last moment, one of them They were afraid that because of my death, they would drop out of school and let me go. Then there would be no Severus Snape standing in front of you now!"
Snape stared at Sherlock. His words were not without excitement and anger, but anyone could hear the hatred mixed in them.
Sherlock was stunned by what he said. He really didn't expect that Snape and Lupine really had such a big hatred.
He had previously thought that Snape was a petty person who had been holding grudges for trivial matters since his school days.
Judging from what he said, it was not without reason that he could hate Lu Ping to such an extent.
Sherlock sighed, no longer in the mood to tease Snape.
"Even if he almost killed you, it was not his original intention. He lost consciousness after turning into a werewolf. If he wants to hate you, he should also hate the group of people who tricked you into it."
Snape said coldly.
"What's the difference between them? Just because he was unconscious and almost killed me, I can't hold a grudge against him? Can you be so generous?"
Sherlock was speechless.
He originally wanted to reconcile the conflict between Snape and Lupine, but now it seemed that this was simply irreconcilable.
What happened to them back then was definitely not just as simple as what Snape said. It was such a complicated relationship. Sherlock was not in the mood to argue with Snape about who was right and who was wrong. He took the potion ingredients and left. here.
Just when Sherlock walked all the way to the door of his office in a trance, he discovered a familiar figure standing in front of the door.
The black robe covered his whole body, and the wide hood covered most of his face. The lower half of his face that was exposed looked particularly white.
Sherlock said in surprise when he saw Hilke standing in front of the door waiting.
"I thought you lied to me before and wouldn't come back again, but you really didn't leave me here anymore?"
Hilke didn't care about Sherlock's talk, she said coolly.
"I learned some information that was somewhat useful, but only somewhat useful."
Sherlock opened the door to his office and walked in with Hilke.
He sat on the chair and pulled the locket out from under his robe.
"So what exactly is this thing?"
Silke gently told him what he had gained from his return trip.
"The ministry gave me an appointment with an old goblin who has lived since the goblin rebellion. He told me that when the situation was the most difficult at that time, the goblins had thought about the failure of the war."
“They discussed together, and based on the situation, they gathered some of the best elf craftsmen at the time to create an alchemy product that could reverse the situation after failure, and hid it in the deepest underground secret headquarters. "
"But I don't know why. After the goblins were defeated, they didn't activate this alchemical item. The goblin I talked to was not a leader among the goblins at that time. He just heard about such a thing."
"There is a rumor among the goblins that it represents the highest alchemy skill in the past thousand years, but what does this thing look like and what does it do? All the goblins who know this information are dead."
Sherlock looked at the inconspicuous locket, but he didn't expect that it was the highest symbol of alchemy in the past.
After listening to the information about the locket that Silk found, he couldn't help but wonder about a question.
"Since this is an alchemical item created by goblins to reverse the situation in the war, how did the straw man know about it? What did he want to do after finding it?"
Silk shook his head.
"I don't know, but this is what the ministry is currently studying. They are trying to find out something from Fiddlesticks."
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