[HP]Two Snape

Once upon a time there was a group of idiots, their names were idiots, they had one characteristic in common, they were all very...funny.

Speaking of which, these four are funny, they are very awesome, from a dog-sexy... er, barely considered a door?Or it fell through the hole and landed in some strange place.

"Slimy..." Harry twisted and muttered.

"Hey, it doesn't smell good at all..." Draco looked disgusted.

"This..." Hermione twisted her neck vigorously, "It seems to be a devil's net?"

"Ah—" Ron screamed, pulling at the vines.

"Actually, it's quite comfortable to just lie down like this..." Harry twisted and continued to mutter.

"Soft is soft, but it can't compare to Malfoy's bed, hmph!" Draco continued to be disgusted.

"Better not get too comfortable, Harry." Hermione turned her head away.

"Ah—" Ron continued to scream, pulling at the vines.

"Why?" Harry stopped twisting and looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"Because when you relax..." Hermione kindly explained.

With a bang, Harry fell to the ground.

"Boom" and "Boom", Hermione and Draco landed lightly.

"...it will fall." Draco answered.

"Ah—" Ron...still screaming.

"Bright light." Hermione raised her wand.

"Ah-ah! Uh, uh..." Ron bia-chirped and fell to the ground.

"It's a joke." Draco pulled Harry by the back of his collar and made Harry stand up.

"You...how do you know?" Harry asked feebly.

"In the book." Hermione replied honestly.

"Cut~" Draco turned his head and walked away, he didn't want to answer such an idiotic question.

Harry & Ron [Bump]: Two dead learners!

Two high school bullies led two low school students who hurt their PP into a very nice room.

In this wonderful room, there are diaos (birds) everywhere, diaos with keys in their mouths.

In midair, a broken broom was suspended.

Hermione: "This Levitation Charm looks so high-end."

Draco: "Yeah! There is no fluctuation at all! It must be the floating spell and the static spell that were issued at the same time according to the ratio of 70.00 to [-] and merged to [-]% at [-]..."

Hermione: "But I think it should be fused to 70.00% [-], otherwise the floating angle will have an error of [-] degrees."

Draco: "Well, you're right... but air resistance is not taken into account..."

Harry glanced at Ron, who happened to look back at Harry.

"The meaning of this broom...is it supposed to be used to catch birds?" Harry scratched his head.

"Yeah, it's not for math and physics anyway, is it?" Ron looked up, "Hey, that bird has lost a lot of hair, and it looks like it was caught by someone! Harry, go catch it. ?”

"Ron, have you ever heard of a Chinese idiom story?"

"What?"

Harry pressed the broom, then kicked it out. The broom rubbed against the air, making a "xiu" sound.

In mid-air, the shaved diao covered its chest with its wings, and fell before Harry's feet with a bitter expression on its face.

"Scared," Harry answered, picking up the key.

……

Draco: "It should be right now, take a look at this formula, and substitute the data into it for calculation..."

Hermione: "Hmm... Let me do the math... Wow, it seems to be right!"

The wall on the side was scratched badly by two people with stones.

"Can you two go?" Harry urged.

"Oh..." Hermione finished counting the last piece of data with excitement, "Here we come."

"..." Ron was ashamed, woo woo, mom, the bully is so scary!

Walking into the next room, Ron's eyes lit up!

"Wizard Chess!" Ron pounced on it like a fool, "What a big Wizard Chess!"

Harry glanced at it, and continued to walk forward, but the huge wizard chess moved automatically, blocking Harry.

Harry narrowed his eyes, the wand in his hand was about to be raised...

"No! Harry! Don't! How can you treat a strange flower in the history of wizard chess design like this!" Ron nervously pressed Harry's wand, with a look on his face that if you dare to hurt these chess pieces, you will fall from Lao Tzu's corpse. The expression of stepping over!

"Then you let them get out of the way?" Harry discussed in a good-tempered manner.

"I...I don't know how to..." Ron shrank his neck.

"Draco, based on the chemical composition of these stones, how much energy do you think it would take to break and decompose the chemical bonds of these material components?" Hermione raised her hand and knocked on the hard stone chess pieces.

Draco silently raised the small stone that hadn't been thrown away just now, "Let's do the math?"

"Yeah." Hermione pointed to the stone knight's shield, "It can be counted here."

……

(The following is the rich connotation in the ellipsis.)

[Piece A: Brother, are you afraid of death?

Chess piece B: There is no joy in life, no fear in death!As long as I can die at my job, I will be honored... blah blah blah...

Chess piece A: Then... are you afraid of waiting to die?

Chess piece B: ...

Chess piece A: So let's get out of the way for these brats!woo woo...

Chess Piece B: ...um. 】

Harry and Ron were in a stalemate, and Hermione and Draco were happily calculating. However, to the disappointment, the two stone pawns who guarded the door moved out of the way.

This is really... so... easy!

Harry and Ron pulled a bully each, leading to the next level.

Next level, logical reasoning questions.

Hermione and Ron squatted there thinking about the topic on the card.

Draco and Harry ran over to take a look at the potion, and then judged very firmly that the potion must have been brewed by a potion professor.

Among the four bottles of different shapes, Draco picked out a long-necked bottle and said with certainty: "This is the kind of bottle that the godfather prefers to use."

Harry snatched it over, took a sip, and frowned, "Huh? This smell...why is it strawberry?"

It's unbelievable!Harry took another sip, wow!It's really strawberry flavored!

"Scarhead..." Draco sounded annoyed.

"Huh?" Harry looked at Draco suspiciously.

"You bastard! You drank it all by yourself, what should I do!" Draco was furious, grabbing Harry's shoulder and shaking desperately.

"Uh...then...then..." Harry pointed his fingers guiltily.

"Then what?" Draco gritted his teeth.

"Then... I'll go in by myself!" Harry slipped away from Draco's hand like an eel, and ran into the door that was burning with fire.

"Oh! I see, I should drink the second bottle of medicine!" Hermione successfully deduced the answer, but...

"Hey, where's the medicine?"

"Drunk by a dog!" Draco replied angrily.

"Ah!" Harry sneezed as he entered the room.

In the room, the figure who was groping here and there in front of the mirror for no idea what he was looking for paused.

"Hey...Professor Quirrell? Good evening." Harry smiled dryly. Is there anything more depressing than meeting a professor on a night tour?

Have!

It was this professor who tied you up without saying a word.

Harry blinked his eyes: "Professor Quirrell? Why are you tying me up?"

Quirrell patted the ashes that didn't exist on his hands, and said coolly: "My mother said that the more nonsense a villain talks about, the faster he will die."

"Eh?" Harry didn't understand what Quirrell meant, "Oh, Professor Quirrell, don't say that, even if you have bad breath, even if you love garlic, even if you always have an indescribable garlic smell, Even if you're always nagging..."

"Enough!" A certain face behind Quirrell's head turned black.

Oh, even if...the product is already in a very dark state.

"...Even if you are very unpopular, don't feel so inferior that you are a villain! We will feel very guilty! For example, me, Ron, Hermione..."

"Kill him! Immediately! Immediately!" The face behind Quirrell's head raged.

"...Actually, as long as you pay more attention to personal hygiene, we won't hate you so much. By the way, when it comes to personal hygiene, do you know that Ron hates washing socks the most..."

Quirrell couldn't take it anymore, seeing Harry's mouth opening and closing... was going crazy!Huachalie, why didn't I find the savior so talkative before!

With a ferocious smile on his face, Quirrell approached Harry, oh, that slender neck only needs to be twisted slightly...

"Damn! I told you that you stink! Don't come near me!" Harry pushed Quirrell away in disgust.

"Hey, how can I move... Hey! Professor Quirrell! What's wrong with you! Don't scare me!"

Harry was horrified to find that the place on Professor Quirrell's shoulder that he touched was rapidly rotting and turning black...

Is this the dehydration and carbonization of concentrated sulfuric acid that Hermione mentioned?

Harry rushed forward, anxiously held Quirrell's face and slapped it vigorously, "Professor Quirrell! What's wrong with you? Hey, get up quickly, I don't want to give you artificial respiration!"

This is great, Quirrell's entire face is...dehydrated and carbonized!

Like burnt ashes, falling off bit by bit.

The black smoke behind Quirrell's head roared out of Quirrell's body, yelling at Harry frantically.

Harry took a step back, dumbfounded.

how so!

What's wrong with his hand?

Harry backed up unconsciously until he bumped into one... Harry turned around, with a gloomy face in front of him, with the expression of being owed 250 Galleons... Who is it if it's not the headmaster of Slytherin? ?

The corners of Snape's lips curled up in a strange and gloomy way: "Night Tour, huh? Ten points from Gryffindor."

"Eh? Well, that, Professor Quirrell, he, he, uh, send him to the medical wing quickly! Professor."

"Viral skin ulcerating eczema, don't send it away, he's hopeless." Snape came to the conclusion neatly.

"Huh? But...it's me..." Harry held up his hand.

"What are you? You're just a wizard. Does the great Mr. Potter think he's moving concentrated sulfuric acid?" Snape snapped Harry's dirty paws angrily.

Really, I originally made a plan for Draco's physical training and courage training there. Damn it, the old bee is relaxed. With the Philosopher's Stone in his arms, he pretends not to let Quirrell succeed, but let him handle it The savior tour group that sneaked out...

Damn Pot!Destroy his Draco!

Night tour, be damned Potter family tradition!

"In the past two days, wash your hands frequently, drink more water, drink more banlangen, sleep more, so as not to be infected by the virus... You, now, go back and sleep." The first half of Snape's sentence was facing Della who was looking eagerly outside the door What Ke said, the second half of the sentence, was of course addressed to the troubled Harry.

Why is it all night tours, Slytherin doesn't need to deduct points!

Said Harry's angry little eyes.

Snape held Draco by the collar, glanced at Harry coldly, and said, "Yeah, no, quick, go?"

"..." Harry finally turned his head to look at Professor Quirrell who died in a tragic way, and then turned his head quickly, oh well, don't look too much, you will have nightmares.

"Professor, what virus is so powerful?" Harry's chattering mode was turned on again.

Snape stopped and didn't speak.

But the anger emanating from his whole body made people involuntarily fearful.

Hermione and Ron obviously received the cold air from Snape's body, left and right, gagged Harry, and fled quickly.

"Hmm! Mmmmm!" Harry struggled, but he didn't finish the question yet! !

What is the source of infection of this virus and the route of transmission? What should be paid attention to in daily life? How can you be sure that this is a virus rather than a sudden change in chromosome structure or number? Hey, hey, hey!

Landlord Soul who ran away in embarrassment [tears running]: "Hey! Do you realize that I have escaped? Damn boy, did you notice that I existed before, you bastard! Let's say that I am the protagonist in this paragraph ah!"

Hahaha,

This is really... an extremely lively night!

The author has something to say: the author has convulsions, and visually it will last for a long time, so we can ignore her.

If you want to heal her, please wake her up with a message.

If you don't want to heal her, please stun her with a message.

This is the author's second personality, um, I'm going to sleep, tomorrow... or today, I'm going back to school again, motherfucker...

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