roccoschili Chapter 132 Professor Snape, Are You Really A Spy Of The Lion House?
Chapter 132 Professor Snape, Are You Really A Spy Of The Lion House?
Chapter 132 Professor Snape, Are You Really A Spy Of The Lion House?
The next day, the little snakes selected several well-dressed representatives.
They were all excellent Slytherins, usually very popular with Snape.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock at the door, a muffled sound from the thick black oak.
"Come in."
Snape's voice was as distinctive as before, clear and steady like a branch line, but the tail sound was very long and could be high or low at any time, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.
Ann Edward and his companions walked into Snape's office. There was a large alchemy table with crucibles, shunts, diversion tubes, brass blowtorches and other alchemy equipment on it.
The surrounding walls are inlaid with suspended bookshelves, and the air is filled with the vague smell of potions.
"Dean."
The companions looked at each other, and finally Edward mustered up the courage to speak, carefully looking at Snape who seemed to be grading homework.
"Mr. Roll." Snape raised his head, his black eyes were like a darkened mirror, looking at Edward, as if he wanted to reflect his whole body.
Edward lowered his head subconsciously, even the little snakes were unwilling to look at their dean, because they always had a strange feeling of being caught by their own mistakes.
"What's the matter with you and your companion?"
"That's right, Dean."
Edward sorted out the language.
"I don't know if you have noticed the difference in the school recently?"
"Different?" Snape seemed interested, raised the corner of his mouth, put down the quill in his hand, crossed his fingers on the table, leaned back, leaned back in the chair, and looked at several people with interest.
Hearing the ups and downs of Snape's voice, Edward seemed to be encouraged, and he poured out his prepared remarks like shaking beans.
"It was the fault of the 'born Gryffindor'. Because of him, students from other colleges in the school have been pointing at us recently, thinking that we discriminate against Muggle-born and half-blood-born wizards."
"But it's actually not like this. Under your leadership, Dean, how dare we do such a thing? But that 'natural Gryffindor' deliberately pretended to be a victim, misleading others, and causing our college's reputation to be compromised."
"It's interesting to mislead others." Snape was completely interested.
The little snakes clearly sensed the predator-like eyes of their dean.
They all said, "Yes, Dean, if this continues, we Slytherins may be isolated. We are all students of Hogwarts. What the other party does is obviously not conducive to the unity of Hogwarts."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Snape interrupted the chatter of the little snakes.
How to do it?
The little snakes looked at each other, they really didn't think about it, mainly they didn't think that the dean of their own family would talk so easily.
It was obviously impossible to capture Alan Stuart or expel him from the House, and even Snape couldn't have done it without Dumbledore.
Then the most Snape could do was to deduct house points, which seemed a bit innocuous to those Gryffindor troublemakers, because Snape himself liked to deduct their points.
Snape said suddenly, "I have a good idea."
"You have a great idea?"
"Hmm." Snape said without a trace of emotion in his voice, "I heard that you had a conflict with him in the hall before, and Professor Harrison suggested reopening the dueling club to resolve the small conflict between you. I think this method is good."
"Conflicts between wizards should be resolved with magic wands. This is an eternal truth."
Duel, that's what the little Slytherin snakes originally thought, but because of their parents' warning before they came, they hesitated.
Now that Snape brought it up again, they were suddenly interested.
This is indeed a good way, at least it can humiliate that guy in public, and with the witness of the professor, he has no place to complain, so he can only go back and cry to find his mother.
"Just duel!"
Edward, who had already studied under Ke Lan for half a semester, said impatiently that he wanted to clean up the other party with his own hands and avenge his cousin.
Snape nodded, "I'll take care of that."
The little snakes left Snape's office happily, and when the heavy oak door was closed, Snape said, "Come out."
Allen came out of a secret room on the classroom bookshelf with a strange expression.
Snape found him early this morning, and let him hide here, just to watch such a farce?
"Are you puzzled?"
Snape stared into Allen's eyes.
Allen whispered, "Professor, you are not the spy sent by our Gryffindor to Slytherin, are you?"
Snape's heart was pushed a little, and his unfathomable image immediately broke his defenses.
He growled under his breath, "Nonsense!"
"Then why did you ask me to come here today?"
Snape calmed down a little. In front of Allen, he had the feeling that he was always being manipulated, which made him very uncomfortable with his high self-esteem.
"Have you not noticed that your existence has really begun to affect the order of Hogwarts? Slytherins are very proud, but they are also a member of Hogwarts, a symbol of glory, and what you are doing now gradually makes Slytherins feel isolated, making them feel that they are not a member of Hogwarts."
After hearing these words, Allen thought seriously.
Perhaps what Snape said was very reasonable. In fact, under Snape's leadership, Slytherin had improved a lot, and usually only had a bad mouth at most.
But his appearance pushed them to another extreme.
He somewhat understood why the Slytherin students didn't want to fight to the death for the school in the final battle.
Because the seven years of Harry Potter exhausted Slytherin's sense of belonging to the college, coupled with the death of their beloved headmaster and the bondage of their family, they made such a choice along the way.
Did Dumbledore know this?
He may know it, but in order to create a savior, he must raise Harry Potter's status every year.
If I were a Slytherin, I would still be upset. Why did I work hard for a school year, and finally lost the Academy Cup because of "love" and "bravery"?
If you still lose, you will lose for seven years, and there is no end in sight.
In particular, Harry Potter usually has a bad mouth with Ron, and often provokes the nerves of the little snakes.
So there is a problem with Dumbledore's choice. From Slytherin's final approach, it can be seen that he just wants to make Harry Potter the savior and suppress the pure blood, rather than really want to solve the contradictions in the wizarding world.
Hey, it's also difficult to be in Lao Deng's position. No wonder when it's hard to get back, I have to take strong medicine.
Dumbledore is obviously reluctant to let his students kill each other.
"So I should show weakness and maintain the balance of the academy?"
"Ha ha."
Snape finally caught the point of complaining, and his words fell on Allen without hesitation.
"I didn't expect that our extremely clever little Mr. Gryffindor would have the same thinking as the idiot just now. Today really opened my eyes."
Allen's face darkened, "Professor, do you mean that I will deal with them severely in the duel?"
Snape regained the dominance, and looked at Allen with an idiot's eyes, "Otherwise?"
Ok?
Allen looked at Snape suspiciously, are you really our Gryffindor spy?
As if reading Allen's eyes, Snape said grumpily, "Idiot! Slytherins believe in blood, but they believe in power even more. I want you to not only win in duels, but also to win beautifully. Even Slytherins from the first to seventh grades will respect you from the bottom of their hearts, and let them see the gap between real geniuses and idiots!"
"Of course, I mean in terms of strength, there is no difference between your brain and an idiot."
Snape added at last.
Conquer Slytherin?
Allen thought about it for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed a good way. The reason why Harry Potter made Slytherin feel unfair at the beginning was because Harry's advantage was due to Dumbledore's preference.
Even Malfoy couldn't handle it on the dueling ring.
But this task is of no benefit, Allen looked at Snape hesitantly.
Seeing the greed in Allen's eyes, Snape couldn't help complaining,
"I really doubt that hat should be retired early. How can someone like you be in Gryffindor?"
Then he said viciously, "If you refuse, then you don't want to get any knowledge from me in the future!"
"I see, Dean."
Allen immediately licked his face and said that he was very greedy for the knowledge in Snape's hands, at least he wanted to learn the knowledge of God's Edge, Legilimency and Occlumency.
Snape knocked on the table and said with a sneer, "Got it? You don't really think you can handle the senior Slytherin, do you? It's the first time I've seen your arrogance today."
Allen shrugged helplessly, you are a rich man, and everything you said is reasonable.
"Starting from today, you will come to me every night at eight o'clock in the future. I will give you special training, at least to ensure that you will not be beaten into a honeycomb as soon as you play in the senior year!"
Special training?
Allen's eyes lit up. You must know that no one has taught him how to fight wizards until now. He relied on his own exploration and his own strength.
Snape was willing to teach himself, and Alan was of course happy.
"Thank you, Dean."
"Okay, you go out." Snape waved his hand, his expression was a little tired, talking to Allen, he couldn't help but get angry for no reason.
After Allen left.
Snape lowered his head and looked at the white paper in front of him, on which was written a paragraph, 'A New Way'.
He tapped the white paper, and the black ink slowly disappeared without leaving a trace.
He did see a new path in Allen, but he was cautious by nature and needed to verify it.
At least Hogwarts is a good place for verification.
Snape got up, walked to his own medicine rack, and looked at the Hogwarts badge, "Snake's prudence, raven's greed, lion's strength, it's not even close, he still needs to realize more things."
Snape locked the door, took down a bottle of azure potion with rainbow brilliance from the medicine shelf, hesitated to take a sip, and the surrounding scenery became illusory again.
A figure appeared in his mind, and his suppressed emotions erupted. He muttered to himself in a half-dream and half-awake state, "Lily, I have really found a new way. From now on, there will be no barrier between snakes and lions."
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(End of this chapter)