[HP] Noble

It was definitely a great weekend for Scorpius.He can finally do what he wants to do instead of following the "leader" and being warned all the time with sentences such as "don't do this", "don't go there" and "follow me".

The older students had all gone to Hogsmeade, and it was finally the younger students' turn to sit in the perfect spot by the fire in the common room.Scorpius and Nord played a game of wizard chess by the fire in the common room, shared a plate of baked pastries and juices, and then returned to his dormitory to add a thick cloak, ready to take advantage of the snow outside. Now send out the home letter written in the morning.

Slytherin's cellar is under the lake, and the passage leading to the school is often cold and damp. According to Astoria, water drops will appear on the rocky walls even in summer.Scorpius tightened his cloak, murmured tremblingly, and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

At the bend in the stairs, he almost ran into someone.

"If your eyes can't read English words, I think it will at least have the function of seeing the road."

A hand that has become sallow and rough due to years of handling potion materials firmly grasped Scorpius' shoulders to stand firm for him, and a silky and delicate voice sounded above his head, on the tight double-breasted black underwear His button was even on the tip of his nose, and Scorpius gasped.

"Good afternoon, good afternoon! Professor Snape!"

Severus Snape snorted, let go of the headless first-year Slytherin as if in disgust, and took a step back to distance the two of them.

This made Scorpius a little embarrassed, as if he was the one who seemed to be frightened.

"I noticed that you are not with your 'guide'." The black-haired man lowered his head, his black eyes were almost covered by his greasy black hair, staring emotionlessly at the very nervous little boy in front of him, that Zhang raised his face and looked at his immature face, and he could vaguely see the outline of his father back then... To be honest, Big Gretel looked much smarter than his stupid son.

Scorpius cleared his throat and told himself to calm down: "Mr. Malfoy went to Hogsmeade—"

"Obviously, I guess our question is, what are you doing here?"

"A letter." Scorpius replied tensely, "a... letter from home."

This answer was met with a particularly disturbing sneer from Professor Snape.

"I'm assuming that your brain nerves are all connected by rabbit silk grass—" he lowered his voice, hissed and drawn out contemptuously, "from England, to the East, an ordinary school owl It takes three days and three nights to fly, and then dies suddenly from overwork."

Satisfied to find that his words shocked the little Slytherin in front of him, Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, left behind a "follow me", turned and walked quickly to his office, which is not far from where they are now, Next door is the Potions classroom, and a little further on is Professor Snape's personal storage room.

Maybe he just went out temporarily to get some potion lacking ingredients, and Scorpius saw a small packet of parchment in his other hand.

It was the first time I really entered the dean's office, it was just like their respected dean himself, Scorpius commented unkindly in his heart, it was lifeless - Slytherin green and black were the main colors, and the desk was full of Parchment – ​​Papers for all students in the four colleges in Years [-] to [-].They are neatly stacked, with a small pile on the right-hand side, probably corrected.There is only a bottle of ink on the table, a simple pen holder with a few quills, and a row of wooden test tube racks with colorful test tubes.

Next to the wall on the right side of the table is a tall cabinet, which is almost as big as the entire wall. The cabinet is divided into many small compartments, and a telescopic ladder is placed next to it, just like the cabinets used by all old Chinese medicine shops in China. Yes, it’s just that in the Chinese medicine store, each small grid contains Chinese herbal medicines, but in this office, there may be dragon eyes, frog brains, mermaid tears, and mandrake roots...

Other than that, the only piece of furniture was an old sofa - not even a sofa cushion.This may well suggest to everyone who enters here that the owner of this office has no interest in entertaining any guests.

"Put the letter on the edge of the table, and then stand there obediently, forbidding to touch anything." Without looking back, Professor Snape walked quickly to a large boiling cauldron, and threw a little brown powder in his hand In, took out his wand, and stirred three and a half times clockwise——

A strange, stomach-churning smell emanated from the cauldron.

Snape seemed satisfied with the state, withdrew his wand, wiped it on the rag next to the cauldron, and put the wand back in his pocket.

Scorpius, who witnessed the whole scene, tried his best not to show any strange expressions on his face—if the potion was taken internally, well, he thinks that the manufacturing process is actually... maybe not hygienic.

"I don't expect you to experience the wonderful feeling of steam rising from the cauldron when making potions, but I have to remind you that, as a Slytherin, who dares to show that it belongs to Hedge in my office?" Patch's face, I'd-"

Swallowing with difficulty, Scorpius looked at the door uneasily, and now he just wanted to run away.

"Throw him out without hesitation." Snape completed his own words.Now that he no longer looked at Scorpius, he took out his wand and lit the fireplace, and a green flame burst into flames in the fireplace. Scorpius noticed that his dean opened the first left-hand drawer, and from a A small handful of powder was pinched from an ancient white box of unknown texture and thrown into the fireplace. The man murmured in a low voice, the flame of the fireplace trembled violently, and before Scorpius could stop it, he grabbed it The letters at the foot of the table were thrown into the fireplace.

"My letter!" Scorpius cried out in distress, and before he could throw himself at the green flame, Snape nimbly extinguished it.

The fireplace was restored to its original state.

Even his poor letter from home that was burned to the ground.

Scorpius turned to his dean dejectedly, looked at him gloomily and complained, "It's a bit far, but those owls don't seem to mind making the trip... a long way!"

"After they find out that the companions who deliver letters for you never return, I promise they will stay away from you." Snape laughed nonchalantly, "The Gretel family is a traditional Slytherin, but Apparently, Kyle Grace has brought up such a... ignorant son like you."

Well, he called Dad by his Christian name.Scorpius, who was too lazy to argue for himself, thought distractedly, what does this mean?

Snape came out from behind the desk. At some point, he was holding a dirty goblet that might have been found from under the table, and filled an unknown cup from the boiling cauldron. Potion, he walked out of his office, looking like he was in a hurry to get somewhere.

Scorpius had to keep trotting just to keep up with the billowing hem of his master's robes.

"For the sake of those poor owls, Dumbledore specifically asked me to open my fireplace to ensure that it can allow letters to go to the outside world—your home." Snape darkened, looking very dissatisfied with the situation, " In the future, your letters will be handed over to me directly, and I will send them to your irresponsible father for you—but don’t push yourself too far, my patience is very limited.”

"Oh, Professor Snape." The continuous trotting made Scorpius hard to breathe, his little face was flushed, and he said with difficulty.

"please say."

"Thanks, you're such a nice guy!—"

Snape let out a loud nasal sound.

"Century-smelling compliments. Now, stop following me and go back to the cellar, for the sake of your creativity."

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