Snakes at Hogwarts

Indeed, as Andros suspected, Snape was in a terrible mood.

This may be because he didn't sleep well that day.

Dumbledore, that old bastard!

I don’t know what’s going on lately?

Since Snape gradually learned about Dumbledore's plan, the latter began to summon Snape continuously and assigned him a lot of tasks.

This even made Snape think that Dumbledore's previous behavior was deliberately trying to drag him down.

If it was just a matter of assigning some tasks, Snape would work hard to complete them after complaining.

After all, he knew in his heart that for Lily, he needed to protect the child no matter what, the little boy he loved and hated.

However, what Snape couldn't tolerate was that after summoning him late at night for the first time, Dumbledore seemed to be addicted.

Every time after that, every time this damn bastard arranged to meet him in the middle of the night!

Damn it, didn't he need to sleep?

When he thought of this, Snape's sallow and thin face became as cold as the surface of a black lake that had frozen into ice.

Is this old bastard really that busy during the day?

Just fool the fool!

Whenever he saw Dumbledore's extremely innocent eyes, Snape felt a surge of anger rising from his heart.

"This old bastard deserves to go to hell!"

Cursing through gritted teeth, Snape couldn't help but recall the conversation in the principal's office that early morning.

...

"There you are, Severus. I'm sorry to have to call you here so late."

As soon as he entered the principal's office, Snape heard Dumbledore's sincere apology.

He raised his head and saw a pair of azure eyes hidden behind half-moon glasses.

At this moment, those eyes were looking at him with a look that looked kind but was actually teasing.

At least that's what Snape thought.

Damn it, this old guy definitely did it on purpose!

"Hmph! Stop being so pretentious. I don't think you'll be sorry."

With a cold snort, he pulled out the chair opposite the principal's desk and sat down, then looked directly at Dumbledore with a pair of emotionless black eyes.

The two people sitting in the principal's office now are the most talented occlumens in this century, and only such people can use superb skills to properly protect the thoughts in their minds.

"Let's be direct, what else do you want me to do for you? Finish it quickly, I have to go back to sleep after that." Snape asked, his voice as cold as ever.

"Don't be so impatient, Severus." Facing the aggressive Snape, Dumbledore did not show any anger.

It seemed that at any time, he would wear such a calm face.

"Being impatient won't solve your problem, and we need to be cautious now more than ever."

"Hmph! If you can choose to meet during the day next time, maybe I won't be so impatient."

Looking at Dumbledore who was still playing riddles with him, Snape couldn't help but snorted again.

"Ah, so it's because of this. You know, I have too many things to deal with every day. If you are a little tired, I also have some hot tea and energy potions here."

Dumbledore lightly snapped his fingers, and a silver tray appeared out of thin air on the table in front of him. On it were two cups of steaming tea, and a small glass bottle with a sea-blue liquid in it. Look. It looks very beautiful.

As the principal of Hogwarts, he naturally has a dedicated house elf to provide him with 24-hour customized services.

"Want to try it? I heard that a cup of hot tea helps the energy potion evaporate in the body." Dumbledore pointed to the tray on the table gently with his hand.

"No need, I will configure it myself if necessary." Looking at Dumbledore with an innocent face, Snape's expression became even more gloomy.

He apparently interpreted this kindness as some kind of quiet irony.

"If you called me here late at night just to say these things, then I'm very sorry. I need to go back and rest."

"I need you to test Quirrell." Without any further mincing words, Dumbledore stated his purpose.

"I need to know what he, or the master behind him, is planning."

"Didn't you always tell me that you knew his every move?" Snape grinned sarcastically.

"This is really surprising. I didn't expect that there are things in this castle that you don't know about."

"You have to admit that even as the principal of Hogwarts, I still have too many unfamiliar things about this magical castle.

For example, last night when I got up, I accidentally stepped into a corridor I had never passed before. Then, I discovered a hidden room filled with exquisite and gorgeous chamber pots.

Unfortunately, after that day, I could never find this room. "Dumbledore's face showed nostalgia, and he squinted his eyes as if he was missing that mysterious room.

"Please get to the point, Dumbledore." Snape's face became even more gloomy after hearing such irrelevant words.

"Honestly, I have no interest in what kind of potty you use."

This nagging old lunatic!

He cursed angrily in his mind.

"Okay, okay, please forgive me for an old man who is always easily confused by all kinds of insignificant things." Dumbledore blinked, and he quickly returned to normal.

Sometimes you have to admit that there is often only one step between genius and madness.

As far as Dumbledore is concerned, their boundaries are undoubtedly more blurred.

If he was really that normal, how could he be described by outside wizards as an insane old lunatic.

"Even though I have monitored Quirrell's movements as much as possible, there are still things I don't know about here. The giant monster that broke in on Halloween. Before Quirrell rushed into the auditorium in a panic, I thought about it. Nothing.”

At this point, Dumbledore's tone gradually became serious.

"It's a pretty horrific thing, but thankfully no students were injured."

"You really don't know?" Snape obviously still couldn't believe it.

As a former Death Eater who knows most of the dark magic spells, he has a very keen sense for the traces of dark magic.

And on the giant monster, Snape easily felt the remaining traces of dark magic.

He was extremely familiar with the spell that controlled people's hearts.

"So is everything really such a coincidence? Potter met the lost troll by chance?"

"And all the professors except you didn't arrive in time."