Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Roman was running down the hallway in a black, unembellished robe.

Snape swung his black cloak and followed him silently.

On Saturday night, the castle was full of students.

They looked at this scene in amazement.

First a big black mouse flashed by, then a big bat glided by.

"Professor Snape is chasing Roman!"

This is a Hufflepuff boy.

"Snape is after Roman!"

From a Gryffindor classmate who wishes to remain anonymous—Lee Jordan.

"Roman is being chased by Professor Snape."

From a women's dormitory in Ravenclaw.

"Pass on, Roman is being hunted by Professor Snape."

So said Graham Monty of Slytherin.

"Passed down, Roman was taxidermied by Professor Snape."

"Passed down, Roman is in a relationship with Snape."

"???"

"Pass it on..."

Thankfully, they were already in Filch's office by the time rumors spread that Roman had been chopped up and turned into a Cornish pasty with onions and potatoes.

The room was dark and dirty, with no windows and only a lone oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.Many wooden filing cabinets lined the surrounding walls, which contained detailed information on every student Filch had punished.

"You know what? I'm considering preparing a filing cabinet just for you."

“Think about who has ever received this honor.”

He slapped the filing cabinet vigorously.

"They are some very evil people, very evil."

Filch's roar could be heard from afar, and the Weasley twins stood opposite him.

They were eventually caught by Professor McGonagall who came after hearing the news, and had to come to Filch to accept punishment.

"Confinement, confinement." Filch dug out the shiny hinges on the wall with his eyes, "Also, I want you to clean every piece of armor in the corridor. No magic is allowed!"

As a squib, Filch spends his days staring at the little wizards, using his powers to make mischief and destroying the fruits of his labor. His mentality has already gone to extremes.

As for his punishment methods——

Rather than requiring the young wizards to undergo labor reform, it would be better to say that they are depriving them of the right to use magic.

This made Filch happier than watching them work sweatily.

The twins exchanged a look.

I was convinced, but not convinced at all.

"Don't think that because the principal is not here, you can be so presumptuous..."

Filch's roar suddenly became quieter.

He looked at Snape blocking the door and put on a smile.

"Professor Snape, what brings you here?"

Roman rushed into the office under the surprised eyes of the twins.

He picked up the large bundles of mistletoe that Filch had packed up and used as evidence, and ran away without looking back.

Filch didn't know what was happening and could only look at Snape helplessly.

Snape opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

But looking at the two red-haired Gryffindors being punished, he suddenly had an idea.

"How about leaving them in my hands?"

The twins looked at each other again.

It’s up to you whether you accept it this time or not.

In Snape's office, flames were burning under several rows of cauldrons.

The two Weasley brothers kept running up and down, picking all kinds of mistletoe from outside the castle, including dewy ones, fruity ones, fresh ones, necrotic ones, and almost necrotic ones.

"How did you determine that mistletoe does this?"

Snape stared at Roman's movements. In his opinion, mistletoe could not take on this important task.

"It wasn't me. In Africa, I met a witch doctor from Norway who showed me another side of mistletoe."

Snape frowned. He had no idea what it meant to meet a Norwegian witch doctor in Africa.

"Mistletoe can serve as an intermediate tool."

Roman raised his wand high, and a mistletoe branch stood out from the many companions and levitated.

The combination of vines and mistletoe makes him look like a druid.

"Be specific."

Snape was not ashamed of his ignorance. Potions masters like him knew that there was countless valuable knowledge hidden in the world.

"Have you heard the story of Baldr, the God of Light?"

Snape's brows knitted together. What serious wizard could read mythology?

Roman was not surprised. He held the selected branches in his hand and trimmed them gently with a silver knife.

"Fullija, the Goddess of Love, once had a nightmare about her son, Baldur, the God of Light. She traveled throughout the nine realms they ruled, begging every blade and every life not to hurt her son."

Snape looked at the movements in his hands and asked stiffly: "So she killed her son herself?"

Roman choked and almost cut his finger with the knife.

"No, she ignored the mistletoe outside the Hall of Valor, thinking it was too weak. So when the gods threw their weapons at Balder in celebration, Loki instigated the blind Hoder to throw mistletoe at Balder. The pointed branch of the mistletoe pierced Baldur's chest like a spear."

Snape shrugged his nose as if to shoo away a fly.

"But that's not the power of the mistletoe. The power comes from the blind Hodel."

"So mistletoe only serves as a carrier."

Roman trimmed the mistletoe into a short thorn, made a hole at the end, and filled it with powdered bezoar.

"That's it?" Snape felt as if he had been deceived.

Roman shook his head, "Of course not."

He put his wand against the short thorn made of mistletoe and recalled the spells used by the witch doctor back then.

Back then, the witch doctor used this spell to extract part of the poison from the poisonous horned beast.

"Mysterio Kailibet!"

Then he quickly placed the branch into the pot, guiding it with his wand.

"It will help us break down the gap between two kinds of toxicity..."

Then the medicine rolled and foamed, and slowly began to solidify.

"You see, potions may just need to be tried over and over again."

Roman smiled awkwardly, but Snape looked serious.

He keenly noticed that the medicine solidified much slower this time.

curfew time.

The Weasley brothers returned to the lounge with their sore and swollen legs.

Roman started experiment No. 16.

It is worth mentioning that during the No. 12 experiment, the potion was already in liquid form.

Belby's owl had made several trips to transport the potions needed for the experiment, and was now paralyzed from exhaustion.

Snape did not continue to participate, perhaps because he felt that the situation was settled.

He sat behind his desk and wrote, as if he was constantly revising something.

As for the potion beside him, it had already changed into something Roman didn't recognize.

Roman thought it would be a simple pick-me-up, but it turned out he had a lot to learn.

The sky is getting brighter and the experiment is getting closer and closer to success.

But Mr. Belby's owl had jumped on Roman's head and began pecking at the bubbles on his head irritably.

This is already the fourth Bubble Curse that it has pecked into pieces.

Roman had no choice but to take out a handful of owl food from the inner pocket of his robe, threw half of it into his mouth naturally, and handed the remaining half to the owl.

Snape, who had been working at his desk all night, raised his head when he heard a strange sound.

He noticed Roman's behavior of "over-plucking the goose's hair".

As an adult wizard, he is also very curious:

Why do wizards bring so many strange things?

After a day together, he always felt that Roman was wearing a small warehouse on his body.

You never guess where and what this little wizard will pull out.

"Why are you used to eating this kind of thing?"

Snape spoke suddenly, startling Roman.

Roman pulled back his hand awkwardly and looked at the breakfast that had just appeared on Snape's desk.

"Before, I didn't have the opportunity to eat every day, nor did I have the time to eat every day." He shrugged, "But to be honest, the high-quality food produced by Yi La is much more delicious than dry food."

"You are a wizard." Snape frowned.

"As you said, I'm not a cook." Roman smiled, picked up a glass of orange juice, and drank it in one gulp.

Wait until the clock reaches midnight again.

The two pots of survival potion had been mixed together, and Snape added the two pots of potion that he had boiled at his desk. At this moment, it had turned into a clear liquid.

After another three months of cooking, it can be stored for a long time. It only needs to be adjusted according to the magical animal materials used before use.

And Roman was able to escape from the wolfsbane potion formula.

Belby's Owl is on the road briskly with the latest formula.

It made up its mind to run away from home for three days and would never return home early unless there was a mouse.

The two people with red eyes and messy hair were about to say goodbye.

"You need to have a good relationship with Professor Sprout." Snape didn't know what to say, so he could only tell him coldly, "In the next three years, you will be a big consumer of mandrake."

"Where will it be in three years?" Roman's heart tightened.

"Three years from now?"

Snape looked like he was going to laugh in anger for a moment.

"Do you really think that Dumbledore is an old fool who is over 100 years old?"

He stood up and emptied all the cauldrons, leaving only the survival potion. Then he pushed Roman out of the door and closed the office door.

"Or do you think that with your ability, you can get a glimpse of the full extent of magic?"

Snape looked at the empty cauldrons used in the past two days. The number was astonishing, and in the end he had to move another batch out from the private storage room.

He waved his wand to return them to their places, and then threw half the room's worth of mistletoe into the abandoned sewer behind the castle.

The mistletoe fell in the weeds, disturbing a few mice that took advantage of the darkness.

It's not that he's not sleepy, but he just can't figure out Roman's motives.

Damkos?6?1 Belby's motives may not be so pure.

Maybe for galleons and medals?But his potion does help many werewolves.

But why would Roman help him?

Dumbledore is unwilling to reveal too much information. This stubborn old man has been mysterious all day long recently and often leaves school.

Every country has every country's national anthem.

Every place has its own laws.

The same goes for wizards.

A wizard in the sun doesn't look at a mean rat in the gutter.

But for those "rats" crawling out of the gutter -

What is hidden in the jungle of weeds is the truth of this world.

Severus Snape knew this.