Professor of LVSS is so cute

After seeing off his friends, Mr. Principal returned to the office.He took more than half of the Potions Monthly and read it slowly. His voice was soft and magnetic, which is unique to adult men. It was a subtle pleasure to listen to.

He finished reading slowly, with a happy smile on his face. "Fortunately, I have been controlling the speed all the time. See, the time is just right now." He said to himself, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the black robe faintly exposed in the lower left corner of the blank picture frame. glance. "The Potions Monthly for December will be mailed again tomorrow, how time flies." He turned his head casually, looking at the picture frame that had been blank again at some point, "Professor, I heard that tomorrow's monthly magazine will tell about the new and wonderful uses of the gills. You must be looking forward to it as much as I am--it's a pity that you have never appeared, otherwise I could have drawn you to the place I just asked someone to draw An oil painting of the potion room has been uploaded, there are all kinds of latest potion tools and materials in it, you can use it for simulation experiments." He sighed a long time, "When I made your portrait , I obviously injected all the memories you gave me into it-why has it been more than ten years, and you still haven't responded at all? Do you know how much I want to talk to you? "

The picture frame hanging under Severus Snape's nameplate was still blank.

The principal sighed again, and walked towards the fireplace with some heavy steps. A burst of green flames flashed, and the person had disappeared.

The principal's office fell silent again.

Albus Dumbledore, the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, looked at the blank portrait beside him and said, "Severus, you have made such a decision and prepared for so long, we can't stop it It shouldn't stop you. It's just that Harry has been thinking about it for so many years, and you really don't plan to meet him, can you make it clear? At least, you shouldn't leave him with lifelong regrets."

There was still silence in the picture frame, and there was no response.

After tossing and turning like egg fried rice in the fireplace for a long time, Mr. Principal came out from the green flames. The five children who were sitting on the carpet and playing looked up all at once, calling for Dad and Harry to rush over in unison.

"Don't come here, I'm covered in furnace ashes." Harry quickly avoided everyone's hugs, and even threw himself several times to clean himself up, before he picked up his daughter and the youngest son of the Ron family, Yu fruit.The two legs were also occupied by the second-ranked son and Ron's eldest daughter Rose one after another, leaving his own eldest son to twirl around anxiously for a while, and jumped directly onto Dad's back!

As a result, the headmaster was immediately full of people.

"Oh, look, you are indeed the youngest headmaster of Hogwarts, so popular with children." The red-haired Auror sitting on the sofa in the living room gloated and raised his glass of wine, wantonly Laugh at friends.

"Is this an appointment between your husband and wife?" Mr. Savior, who has already retired, looked at his old friend dumbfounded, and just dragged his back and hugged the children to the sofa and sat down. so free?"

"Huh? Hermione went to Hogwarts to find you?" The red-haired Auror who 'teared' his son off Harry's body and hugged him on his lap said in surprise.

"Yeah, for the sake of the Preet family." Harry said briefly, taking the steaming towel from his wife and wiping the ashes on his face.

"Oh, you said that," Ron understood immediately. "That's what I found out," the red-haired Auror opened up, "When Li and I passed by, we were so frightened that we almost didn't dare to enter the door. You didn't see the terrible scene. The family of three became inexplicably The mummy, the blood all over the body-"

"Ron Weasley!" Mrs. Potter snapped at her brother, "Don't say that in front of the children!"

The eldest son of the Potter family listened with gusto, "Tell me, uncle! Tell us! This is really cool! Are you sure it's a mummy? Will they be on the full moon like the magic TV said?" Resurrection in the day?"

"Only Voldemort knows about resurrection," said Rose, who was almost identical to her mother when she was a child, except for the red hair inherited from her grandmother. Cool!"

"...I, don't I think it's fun?" James muttered sullenly.

"How can the most precious human life be treated with such a contemptuous attitude? Your thinking is no different from that of Slytherin, James Potter! You will definitely be sorted into Slytherin when you are sorted." !" Rose was aggressive and unreasonable.

James Potter blushed: "No way! You are talking nonsense! I am a born Gryffindor! Destined to be a Gryffindor!"

"Gryffindor won't take life as a joke like you!" Rose curled her lips, imitating her mother's tone of reprimanding her father, "Thinking about what you just said, it's so cool... "

"Ahhh! Rose Weasley! I'm going to kill you!!!" James, who couldn't tell his cousin, was crazy and decided to retaliate with force!

Rose screamed, rolled over from the back of the sofa, and fled upstairs as if flying!

James shouted and waved his fists and chased after him!

"Don't bully my sister!" Hugo struggled to get out of Ron's arms and chased after him.

Lily followed in his footsteps, "Hugo, I'll help you!"

Soon there were screams and footsteps running up and down upstairs.

"It's all your fault!" Ginny gouged out her brother fiercely, and picked up the only youngest son, Albus, who sat obediently on the sofa and didn't join in the fun, "I'm going to prepare dinner, Harry, you have business to discuss Go directly to the study and talk about it, and don't let the children hear it again."

Ron, who was also shot while lying down, made a face at Ginny's angry back, Harry shook his head, and led Ron to the study.

"Hermione came to your place to ask for help with the portrait of Professor Snape?" Ron said in a positive tone, "but I remember he hasn't come out all this time? You still insist on it every day like a fool." Talk to him?"

Harry couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Hey, man, don't be so surprised. Although you are willing to be ordinary, it doesn't mean that the public has forgotten you. You are our savior." Ron shook his head and said, "Rita Skeeter's latest report , since she registered her own Animagus, she has become more and more unscrupulous, I think... Maybe you were caught by her one day when you were talking to yourself in front of Professor Snape's portrait in the principal's office Yes—she happily cast your amusing obsession to the Quibbler, a magazine that is already famous because of you, you know."

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, "She's not afraid of being slapped to death."

"Of course she's afraid. According to the staff at the Potions Shop in Diagon Alley privately, her demand for Felicia is second only to those of us who are Aurors."

"...This is simply using your life as a reporter." Harry laughed.

"Harry, I know that you have been thinking about Professor Snape for so many years because you feel ashamed of Professor Snape, but...even if he really responded to you in the frame, so what? He still has met Merlin Professor Snape himself." Ron couldn't bear to see his friend wasting his mind on an illusory possibility, "Besides, this matter was reported by Rita Skeeter, I don't know how many people are watching your joke ——The media are also happy to follow up and report, your news is always full of sales—gambling on you, why are you doing this?”

"I understand what you said, but people always have a goal..."

"That shouldn't be pinned on the dead, Harry, don't forget, it's just a portrait!" Ron simply hated iron for steel.

"Even so, I want to do something, something for him." Harry smiled slightly, remembering the corner of his black robe that he had glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, "Ron, you're not me, you don't know I have Looking forward to the day when he responds to me. It must be very... wonderful."

"For Merlin's sake! Don't say you're in love with him—oh! In love with Professor Snape!" Ron shuddered shiveringly.

Harry looked at his funny friend dumbfounded, and just as he was about to speak, Ginny opened the door and barged in!

"Harry! The portrait of Professor Dumbledore is looking for you! Tell—say something happened to Professor Snape's portrait!"

"What?!" Harry jumped straight up from the high-back chair.

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All of the Hogwarts staff gathered in the headmaster's office.The most conspicuous of them was a tall young man with platinum blonde hair.He was extremely handsome, with a pair of gray-blue eyes that seemed to be talking, reflecting a mocking and indifferent brilliance.

Professor Flitwick squatted on the ground, rubbing the ashes on the ground with his thumb and forefinger and sniffing lightly, while the others watched his every move solemnly.

"The possibility of a malicious attack can already be ruled out," Professor Flitwick said in an affirmative tone.As soon as he, who has the blood of a goblin and has absolute authority over spells, said this, the atmosphere in the principal's office became obviously relaxed.He continued, "After my inspection, the portrait of Severus...is completely spontaneous combustion, without any external assistance."

Professor Flitwick's expression was indescribably strange.

"If, I mean if... If my guess is correct, this, this is probably the self-selection of the portrait. It is not willing to live in this way, so... so it has cut itself off—but , how is this possible? It doesn't even have magic power, how can it successfully release magic?"

— or a blazing fire? !

Feeling deeply moved, the professor with goblin blood pointed at the pile of ashes with his magic wand and drew several times. Wisps of blue smoke circled up from the ashes following his movements. After observing carefully for a while, a sigh came from his mouth. It came out, "Harry, unfortunately, our Potions Professor is completely gone."

The other professors who heard this unanimously saluted the ashes pressing their sticks, and the atmosphere in the principal's office was extremely heavy.

Harry felt as if his chest had been hit hard by something, and it was difficult to breathe. He looked at the pile of ashes silently for a while, "...if this is your choice... I respect ’” He closed his eyes—the wand slid out of his cuff—and the cleansed spell was unleashed on the ash-stained carpet.