Hogwarts White Knight

Great Hall.

"Professor Snape?! Why would he come to you?!"

Hermione said in surprise, then suddenly reacted and lowered her voice to ask Gawain.

"I do not know either."

Gawain shook his head. He had already made an appointment with Hermione to visit the Hogwarts library in the evening, and planned to continue practicing the Transfiguration Spell there.

Dumbledore's arrangement caught him by surprise.

As for the small box that Professor McGonagall handed him, he had already opened it and looked at it.

Inside is a pink ceramic teapot.

Although it is not big, it feels heavy, especially the handle which has a very comfortable feel.

——Exactly the same model as the one he "broke" in the principal's office.

"Maybe I want to teach you some special skills?"

Hermione looked at Snape sitting on the classroom bench and shook her head, breaking the illusion.

Today, like yesterday and perhaps countless days in the past, he was wearing a black robe, and his black hair was greasy, as if it hadn't been washed for a long time. The long, waxy face has the word "disgust" written all over it in 72 languages, including troll and mermaid.

"Who knows."

Gawain shook his head.

"But I dare say that Professor Snape's research on potions must be terrifyingly deep."

He forked a sausage and cut it into pieces with his knife.

“We haven’t even had his class yet!”

Hermione looked at the icing-covered apple pie with some disgust, then raised her body and took some asparagus for herself.

"But you have to know that a guy like him, who looks like a bad guy, would never be able to find any legitimate job if he wasn't very powerful."

Gawain pointed at the teacher's seat.

There, Snape even raised his head slightly and saw Professor Quirrell inadvertently, which made him tremble.

Dinner time was over quickly.

After parting ways with Hermione in the foyer, Gawain walked toward the dungeon alone.

"Professor McGonagall didn't know exactly what kind of office it was." As he walked, he looked at the underground of Hogwarts.

Different from the main body of the castle, a more rugged architectural style is adopted here. The large area of ​​smooth wall is made of blue bricks, covered with many small patches of moss due to age and moisture.

There are few portraits hanging here, and there are no metal armors.

It seemed that even the students of Slytherin House did not like the depressive style here, and they were all walking quickly in silence.

Soon Gawain found Snape's office. As Professor McGonagall said, it is very "conspicuous".

Among the many iron bars, there was only one birch door, which was covered with dust and looked dark.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Gawain gently knocked on the door of Snape's office, "Professor, I am Gawain White, Professor Dumbledore wants me to come here to see you.

"Come in."

A deep voice came from the office.

There was a "clang" sound, and the door latch was bounced from the inside.

From Gawain's perspective, one could see Snape standing in the middle of the office with an unhappy look on his face, guarding a boiling cauldron.

He was looking at the liquid in the pot attentively, stirring it from time to time with a long-handled wooden spoon in his hand.

"Mr. White, you are not here to visit, and I am not a sideshow artist. If you are still standing there like a stupid baboon, please go out and close the door for me."

Snape raised his head and spoke to Gawain with disgust, as if he were a piece of mud on his shoe.

"Professor, how can I help you?"

Gawain reacted, turned around, closed the door, and asked Snape.

"Start by handing me the valerian root, if your small brain can still recognize it."

It seems that he is quite satisfied with Gawain's attitude.

Nep's tone changed slightly, and he pointed to the desk not far away.

"Valerian root? That should be it?"

Gawain came to the desk and carefully sorted through the many materials prepared there on small plates.

Fortunately, although he did not memorize almost the entire book like Hermione, he at least read a lot in advance. He quickly identified the valerian root and handed it to Snape.

For nearly half an hour, Snape kept asking him to do some basic tasks, squeezing sleepy beans with a silver knife to extract juice, mixing liquids, and even more complicated tasks like isolating a specific component from herbs. Such a difficult job.

The liquid in the pot is also constantly changing.

From the very beginning, it appeared as a uniform, dark brown liquid, gradually turning into a light snow-green color.

When the liquid finally became clear, Snape stopped stirring, took out a long glass test tube, poured more than a third of it with a spoon, and forced it into the eyes of Gawain, who was fascinated.

"Continue to drink this amount every day for two weeks before going to bed."

Snape pursed his lips and said, sweat dripping from his sallow face to his chin.

Although Gawain has not seen it with his own eyes, he has read the textbook and found that there is only one potion that is shown in this way - the potion of living hell.

A very powerful sleeping pill.

"You can pretend the rest yourself. If you don't want to sleep until the end of the semester, don't pretend too much."

Snape handed the spoon to Gawain and took down a small package from the shelf next to him. After the packet was unfolded, there were two neat rows of test tubes inside, a total of 16 test tubes.

"If you have any questions, go to Professor Dumbledore. I have no obligation to answer your questions outside of working hours."

Noticing that Gawain was hesitant to speak, Snape said with a cold face. He had sat back behind his desk and was wiping his hands with a white towel.

The office fell into silence.

There was only the sound of scraping test tubes from time to time, and the soft "swishing" sound of the quill as Snape lowered his head to correct the paper.

"Professor, I'm done pretending."

Gawain carefully put the bag away.

"Then go back, Mr. White. Are you expecting me to say good night to you?"

Snape answered unceremoniously.

"Can I still come here like this... to help you make potions?"

Gawain asked cautiously.

After seeing Snape's skills, it was hard for him not to yearn for this magical craft, but he didn't have any expectations in his heart.

As we all know, Snape was born in Slytherin and has always lacked a good impression of Gryffindor.

really.

Snape did not answer him, but stared intently at the parchment on the table, using the quill in his hand harder, as if he had some deep hatred for it.

"Professor, good night."

Gawain didn't ask for trouble anymore. He picked up the bag and walked out of the office.

"At this time on Friday, come to the office for confinement."

Behind Gawain, the office door slammed shut, and Snape's cold voice came, making Gawain almost question whether this was reality.

"It seems there's still a while until curfew. Do you want to take a walk around the castle?"

Gawain walked with relaxed steps and thought relaxedly.

But for some reason, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

"Probably an illusion."

He comforted himself.

ps1: The colors and states of valerian root, sleepy beans, and living hell potion all come from the Half-Blood Prince's potions course. Hermione's parents are dentists and have no appetite for sweets.

ps2: At this time, Snape has not yet conflicted with Quirrell. But Quirrell was a student at Hogwarts before, and he had always respected and feared Snape. It was difficult to relax when sitting at the same table with Snape.

ps3: The appearance of the basement refers to the first movie, Troll Invasion, and the second movie, The Secret Room.

I hope that Snape's awkwardness and meanness can be described. As for why he didn't reject the protagonist...it shouldn't require too much explanation.