It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 140 Snape's Enmity and Resentment

Harry followed George and Fred into an empty classroom next door.

"Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked strangely.

George and Fred looked at each other, and they said with mysterious smiles.

"Because we're going to give you an early Christmas present, Harry, and we'll be leaving when that present is over."

As they spoke, Fred took out from his pocket a worn parchment—the Marauder's Map.

Then they taught Harry how to use it. Harry looked at the map that recorded all the routes of Hogwarts and at the same time could see all the actions of the people in the castle, and he was stunned.

George is still teaching him the taboos when using this map.

"Remember, except for Professor Forrest, no teacher can see the existence of this map."

Harry came back to his senses after hearing his words, and he asked suspiciously.

"Why can Professor Forrest know?"

"Because last year, the professor already knew about the existence of this Marauder's Map." Fred said with a shrug.

George picked up his words: "Yes, it was the first day of school, and we had just finished teasing Filch, who was going to wait for us to catch us, and slipped out of the Gryffindor lounge with the Marauder's Map open, I saw Professor Forrest staring at us right in front of the door."

When Fred recalled that terrifying scene now, he felt a little shuddering.

"We were so freaked out when we saw the professor, we even forgot to hide the map, and then the professor took the map away."

"However, Professor Forrest still gave us a chance at that time. He promised that as long as we behaved honestly, he would return the map to us."

"Yes, that period was almost the best days when George and I were in school." Fred said with emotion, "If my mother sees her, she will be very relieved and think that we have become better."

"Although the professor extended the time later, at the end of the semester, he still returned the map to us."

"It's just that before he returned the map to us, he seemed to have used some magic on it to remove his name."

Hearing what they said, Harry realized that Sherlock's name was really not on the Marauder's Map.

George patted him on the shoulder.

"The only thing it lacks is Professor Forrest's name, but it's still very useful. We don't need it anymore, so I decided to give it to you!"

The two of them handed the Marauder's Map into Harry's hands, said goodbye to him, and prepared to go to Hogsmeade through the gate.

Harry looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand, and his eyes gradually lit up!

Although he has experienced a lot of preaching from Sherlock, Harry's restless heart will not be changed so easily.

He has always envied that others can go to Hogsmeade to spend the weekend relaxing, but he can only stay in the castle alone.

And now his chance to escape from here is finally coming.

All the secret passages from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade are recorded on the Marauder's Map, and Harry can leave easily.

Where he is now, there is an entrance to a secret passage behind the hunchbacked old witch.

With excitement and a little guilt in his heart, Harry walked into the secret passage.

But this trip to Hogsmeade was not as pleasant as he had imagined.

Just as Harry was heading to Hogsmeade through the secret passage, Sherlock knocked lightly on the door of Snape's office.

After the gloomy voice inside said "Come in", Sherlock pushed the door open and walked in.

Even when Christmas was approaching, Snape was not idle. There was a cauldron burning on the fire in front of him, and the potion in the cauldron was steaming.

After seeing that it was Sherlock, Snape looked a little surprised, and there was a mysterious smile on his mouth.

"What did you come to do with me?"

Sherlock didn't care about Snape's mood now, he took out a list from his pocket and put it on the desk.

"I need these materials, and of course I won't take them in vain. I will give them what I normally pay."

Snape took the bill of materials from the desk.

Sherlock didn't hide anything about the ingredients of the potion. With Snape's eyesight, he could tell what kind of potion Sherlock was going to make just by looking at the ingredients.

"The sting needles of Billywigs, the secretions of Bandy Mangos, the sap weeds picked on the day of the full moon. Do you want to prepare a potion of sorrow?"

Sherlock was noncommittal.

"So do you have these materials here?"

Snape looked at him proudly, his eyes were still empty and cold, his hanging hair looked like it had been brushed with oil, it looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

"Ah, is it true, Forrest, you asked me. You want three copies of these materials. As a colleague who works in the school, how about I only charge you fifty Galleons?"

Sherlock looked at him disdainfully.

"You are so black."

"Would you like it?"

Sherlock took the money bag out of his pocket and put it on the table.

"There are thirty Galleons here, and I'll give you the remaining twenty next time."

These materials are actually not worth the money at all, but some of them are difficult to buy in the magic world, not because of scarcity, but because it is not yet the season when these materials can be used, and it is estimated that only magicians like Snape Only Master Medicine has a backup in every season.

So even if he charged more than the normal market price, as long as it wasn't too much, Sherlock would hold his nose and admit it.

Snape brought Sherlock three ingredients for the Potion of Sorrow from his potion ingredients inventory, and just as he was about to leave after taking the ingredients, Snape stopped him suddenly.

"Don't you want to know what potion I'm brewing?"

It was really rare for Snape to say such words that seduce others to follow him and continue to ask questions.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks. He looked back carefully at the boiled potion in the cauldron. After thinking for a moment, he knew what Snape wanted to do.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, so he didn't rush to leave, and sat directly on a chair in Snape's office.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I don't have such a deep research on potions like Master Snape, but maybe I still have some understanding."

Sherlock looked at the pot of potion pretendingly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a pot of Wolf's Poison, right?"

Snape's tone could vaguely hear some impatience.

"Yes, the effect of this potion is very uncommon."

"It's not common." Sherlock nodded, "Although it can't completely cure werewolves, it's enough to be called the savior of werewolves."

Snape's impatience seemed to be undisguised.

"Yeah, the savior of the werewolf, if the people in the castle are all normal people, then why should I boil this potion?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"how could I know."

The anticipation on Snape's face froze instantly, and he scowled.

"You can't use your brain to think about it!"

If this was before crossing, Sherlock must have pointed at his face and taunted him vigorously: he is in a hurry, he is in a hurry.

But now in Snape's office, if he really said that, the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow would probably become - the sorrow of magic education, the truth about the fight between two Hogwarts professors.

"I'm very busy every day, but I don't have much time to think about it. Why don't you just tell me the answer, Snape, and tell me why you boiled the potion of Wolfsbane." Sherlock said slowly.

Snape looked at the pretending Sherlock coldly. Of course he was not a fool, so he naturally saw the problem.

"You actually already guessed it?"

Seeing that he found out, Sherlock stopped pretending to be with him.

"It's also thanks to your reminder that I spent so much time talking about werewolves when I was a substitute class."

Snape stared at him.

"Now that you know, why don't you expose his true colors! Don't you think that having a werewolf in Hogwarts is a hidden danger to students!"

Sherlock sneered.

"You knew it earlier than I did? Why don't you spread the word yourself, and make me be the early bird?"

Snape seemed to be gnashing his teeth, but his expression made it impossible to see how resentful he was.

"I promised Dumbledore that I would keep this secret from anyone."

"You have broken your promise. Even if it's just a side-by-side reminder, it's still a reminder, making me an insider."

Sherlock suddenly looked at him curiously.

"By the way, what's the grudge between you and Lupine? He looks like a nice person, why do you hate him so much, wishing that his identity would be revealed and kicked out of Hogwarts. Jealousy of the position of defense professor? No Ah, he's just a teaching assistant, if you're jealous you should be jealous of me."

In the office, the boiling potion was bubbling and steaming, Snape stood under the dim light, his hands clenched tightly into fists.

"Nice guy? Is this what you guys think of him?"

He didn't drive Sherlock out of here in a rage, or let him go coldly.

"You know what he almost did? He turned into a werewolf and his friends lured me over and put me in the same room as him while he was transforming! If it wasn't at the last minute, one of them Cowardly, afraid that they would drop out of school and let me out because of my death, then there will be no Severus Snape standing in front of you now!"

Snape stared at Sherlock, his words were not without much excitement and anger, but the hatred mixed in them could be heard by anyone.

Sherlock was stunned by what he said. He really didn't expect that Snape and Lupine really had such a big hatred.

He thought it was Snape, who had a small belly, because he had always held grudges about trivial things when he was a student.

Just judging from what he said, it is not without reason that he can hate Lupine so much.

Sherlock sighed, and was no longer in the mood to tease Snape.

"Even if he almost killed you back then, it wasn't his intention. After he became a werewolf, he lost consciousness. If he wants to hate you, he should also hate the group of people who tricked you into it."

Snape said coldly.

"What's the difference between them? Just because he was unconscious and almost killed me, I can't bear a grudge against him? Can you be so magnanimous?"

Sherlock was speechless.

He had wanted to reconcile the conflict between Snape and Lupine, but now it seemed that this was simply irreconcilable.

What happened to them back then was certainly not as simple as what Snape himself said, such a complicated relationship. Sherlock was not in the mood to argue with Snape about who was right and who was wrong. He left with those potion ingredients. here.

Just when Sherlock walked to the door of his office in a daze, he found a familiar figure standing in front of the door.

The black robe covered the whole body, the wide hood covered most of his face, and the lower half of his face that was exposed looked extraordinarily fair.

After Sherlock saw Silk standing in front of the door waiting, he said with a look of surprise.

"I thought you lied to me before and wouldn't come back again, but you really didn't leave me here?"

Silke didn't care about Sherlock's talk, she said coldly.

"I've got some useful news, but only a little bit."

Sherlock pushed open the door of his office and walked in with Silk.

Sitting in a chair, he pulled the locket from under his robes.

"So what exactly is this thing?"

Silk gently told him what he had learned from his trip back.

"The ministry asked me to meet an old goblin who lived from the goblin rebellion to the present. He told me that when the situation was the most difficult, the goblins thought about losing the war."

"They discussed together, and according to the situation, gathered the best elf artisans at that time, created an alchemy product that could reverse the situation after failure, and hid it in the deepest underground secret headquarters. "

"But I don't know why. After the goblins were defeated, they didn't activate this alchemy item. The goblin I talked to wasn't a leader among goblins at that time. He just heard about such a thing."

"It is widely rumored within the goblin that it represents the highest alchemy skill in the past thousand years, but what exactly does this thing look like and what does it do? The goblins who know this information are all dead."

Sherlock looked at the unattractive locket, but he didn't expect it to be the highest symbol of alchemy.

After listening to the information about this locket that Silk found, he couldn't help thinking of a question in doubt.

"Since this is an alchemy item created by the goblin to turn the tide of the war, how did that straw man know about it? What did he want to do when he found it?"

Silk shook his head.

"I don't know, but this is what the Ministry is currently studying. They are trying to get something from Fiddlesticks."

(End of this chapter)