Reborn at Hogwarts

Severus Snape's office is located in the dungeon of Hogwarts Castle. It is a small room filled with all kinds of strange things.

When Ivan opened the door and entered the room, Snape was turning his back to him, fiddling with a black cauldron on the desk, and the pungent smell radiated from the cauldron, filling the entire office.

With the dim light, Ivan saw hundreds of glass bottles on the shelf against the wall, sticky specimens of animals and plants floating in colorful potions, and a cabinet in the corner was full of precious and precious medicinal materials , Ivan could only recognize a small part of them.

"Professor Snape." After entering the door, Ivan didn't go forward without authorization, but just closed the door and stood still.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Vesemir..." Snape didn't turn his head, still looking down at the potion boiling in the cauldron, using his wand to gently place a little space above the cauldron from time to time, "...I should tell Please come back to me after the first class, Potions class."

His voice was extremely indifferent, without warmth, and even a trace of disgust.

"I'm here to get my diary, Professor." Ivan said bluntly.

Hearing this, Snape stopped what he was doing and turned around slowly.

"I have to say...you are very courageous, Mr. Vesemir." He said in a deep voice.

This was the third time Ivan saw this Potions professor. Compared with the previous two times, his expression at this moment was much more serious, his lips were tightly pressed, and he looked at the boy in front of him with a strange look.

"...the only son of the Director of the Ministry of Magic, a first-year Hogwarts freshman, actually possessed a black magic-related item without his family's knowledge." Snape stared into Ivan's eyes, and said Quickly, "Do you know how serious this matter is?"

Hearing this, instead of getting nervous as Snape expected, Ivan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

According to Snape's statement, it means that he probably hasn't discovered that the diary is related to Voldemort, but only recognized the essence of its "black magic props", and he didn't even know that it was an extremely evil Horcrux.

This is understandable. Snape, who has been fascinated by black magic since he was a student, naturally knows the dangers of this kind of props and will not touch them too much.

This also leaves room for Ivan to explain.

"Professor Snape, did my father tell you how this diary came into my possession?" Ivan asked.

Seeing Ivan's calm expression, Snape's eyebrows trembled imperceptibly.

"Fortunately, Mr. Vesemir. Your father didn't tell me the origin of this diary, so..." Snape looked at Ivan coldly, "This also gave you some excuses to deceive me leeway."

"I don't intend to deceive you, Professor." Ivan replied, "This diary was secretly stuffed into the basket when my father and I were shopping for school necessities in Diagon Alley, and I didn't find it until I got home. "

"Then, why didn't you give it to your family, but hid it?" Snape's mouth showed a sneer, obviously Ivan's words didn't win his trust.

"You should know that a few days ago, Cornelius Fudge just became the Minister of Magic, and he sent some people to the wizard's house to check for contraband..." When speaking, Ivan tried to speak as fast as possible. Slow down, and leave some time for buffering and correcting mistakes in what you want to say later, "I guess, this diary should be secretly given to me by a wizard who is worried that the Ministry of Magic will find contraband."

"Good excuse, but this is not the reason why you take back the diary. It is a dark magic item, not a child's toy." Snape said coldly, his right hand unconsciously rubbed lightly on the wand, like Is he thinking about the truth in Ivan's words, "In my opinion, the best way is..."

He picked up the diary from the desk behind him, and casually weighed it twice in his hand.

"...It is more appropriate to give it to Dumbledore."

"No, professor! I need this diary very much!" Ivan's expression immediately became anxious. He subconsciously took two steps forward, and then seemed to realize his gaffe, and stopped with difficulty.

"What do you need this diary for?" Snape asked.

"This, this diary is magical, it can help me—" Seemingly frightened by Snape's words of "handing the diary to Dumbledore", Ivan's speech speed suddenly became very fast, almost The words "burning with anxiety" were written on his face.

"I don't care! What can it do for you!" Snape sternly interrupted Ivan, he straightened up abruptly, and left from the desk, waving the diary in his hand, striding towards the little wizard , Said word by word, "This is a dangerous black magic item, it may have a power that you will never be able to match in your life—"

For a moment, Ivan had the feeling that Snape would kick him out of the office any second, but before he could start laughing, Snape's face suddenly froze.

"...But, after all, you come from an ancient family." Snape changed his tone and said stiffly, "I believe that in your family, there are many ways to prevent yourself from being affected by black magic."

As he spoke, he grabbed Ivan's hands, slapped the diary in his palm roughly, then took two steps back, stared into the boy's eyes, and squeezed a sentence through his teeth: "So, take good care of it, You can rest assured that no one else will know about this."

"Hey? Professor Snape? Isn't this diary a black magic item? Don't worry—" Ivan was dazed by this sudden turn of events. Before he could react, Snape had already Holding him by the collar, he pushed him out of the classroom.

"boom!"

The door of the office closed heavily behind Ivan.

Ivan stood in front of Snape's office with a diary in his hands, his face full of bewilderment.

...

Snape pushed Ivan out of the office and locked the door from the inside.

Then, he turned around with a gloomy face and stared at an empty corner in the room.

"...so, what the hell are you doing?"

In the corner, the air was rippled like water.

Then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Snape.

With a white wizard robe, a long beard that almost reaches the ground, and long silver hair, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore.

"About this matter, Severus, my suggestion is that you'd better not know too much." Dumbledore smiled and stuffed a pile of cockroaches into his mouth, and said calmly.

"That child, as you saw just now, his appearance is obviously at the initial stage of being affected by black magic, as long as you take that thing away, he can return to normal—" Snape obviously did not accept Dumbledore's words Perfunctory, every line of his face was engraved with puzzlement and anger.

"When communicating with you, a child who is running Occlumency all the time, do you really think that thing can easily corrupt his mind? In my opinion, he still wants to push the boat along and ask you to hand over the diary directly to me." , so as to take the opportunity to get rid of this hot potato, it is more likely." Dumbledore ate the pile of cockroaches, and peeled off a mint hard candy, "Would you like a piece, Severus? No? Okay, Well...Actually, about this child, and that diary, an 'old friend' approached me about an hour ago."

"So—" Snapera raised his voice, staring at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"—so, we don't have to interfere, we just need to watch." Dumbledore replied, "He will take care of this trouble himself. I trust him, and my 'old friend'."

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