Azkaban students at Hogwarts

"Is this why you asked me to come to your office in the middle of the night?"

In the principal's office, the thin man with sallow skin stared wide-eyed, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Yes, Severus."

Snape stared into Dumbledore's eyes for a long time, trying to make sure he was under the Imperius Curse.

"Do you still remember who you are?"

"Albus. Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts, a lousy old man over 100 years old."

The old man winked mischievously.

Snape raised his head for help and looked at the previous headmasters on the wall.

They are just ordinary portraits.

However, the previous principals and their own teachings have made them the principal's strongest think tank.

At this moment, the portraits of the principals on the wall had their eyes closed, as if they had already fallen asleep.

Snape lowered his head, ignoring the elf and looking at Roman.

After a long while, he asked in a slow and stiff tone:

"Kid, do you know what this means?"

Roman looked at him expressionlessly.

He noticed that Snape was not looking directly into his eyes, but was studying the scar on his right eye.

The growing anxiety made him unable to maintain Occlumency.

But he felt that his Occlumency would definitely achieve a qualitative breakthrough tonight.

First Dumbledore went crazy.

Now Snape calls me - child?

Merlin's Spongebob underwear!

If I had known that my affinity was so high, why would I still be doing business!

He already became the richest man in the world when he went out to beg for food!

"I know, I know very well."

Although he couldn't figure out the principal's intention, Roman knew that he could never give up on the negotiated conditions.

Because after passing this village, there may be dangers on the road.

"Come on then."

Loyal stepped forward, took Roman's hand, and raised it high on the table.

Without waiting for Snape to react, Dumbledore took hold of it without hesitation.

The old man's hands are not rough, and the children's hands are not delicate either.

But the two seemingly smooth palms actually have a layer of fine calluses.

Those are traces left by years of handling magic materials, and no matter how good the protection is, they cannot be avoided.

The silverware on the table puffed out mist rapidly, as if urging Snape to light his wand on it.

"Albus!"

An unexpected voice sounded.

Several people looked up and found that it was the portrait of the former principal, Armando Dippet.

The portrait that looked like he was sleeping soundly a second ago is now full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"Armando."

Dumbledore called his name calmly.

Armando hesitated and opened his mouth a few times, but finally said nothing.

"Severus, please begin."

After stopping Armando who was pretending to sleep, Dumbledore began to urge Snape who was pretending to be stupid.

Snape felt the wand in his hand turn into an iron rod.

The last time it hit this hard, Lily Evans was still alive.

He couldn't understand Dumbledore's childish behavior at all.

He hesitated, hesitated; but out of some unknown emotion, he mechanically raised his hand and touched the end of the wand on the hands held by the two of them.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you willing to help me when I make a 'survival potion' to keep my body active?"

Roman was talking, but his mind felt like it was all a little unreal.

"I am willing."

But Dumbledore seemed particularly sober, and he spoke every word extremely clearly.

A thin, blazing tongue of fire shot from the wand, like a red hot wire, wrapped around their clasped hands.

"Are you willing to do your best to help me solve my physical problems?"

Roman tried to use vague language to expand his results.

This fully demonstrates that Loyal’s nose and face tricks are by no means self-taught.

"If this issue affects your health, then I do."

Dumbledore was not angry, but added calmly.

Another tongue of fire spurted out, wrapped around their hands, and intertwined with the previous one.

"Are you willing to allow me to use all means, including black magic, when you are at your wits' end?"

Roman felt Dumbledore's hand stiffen.

But then he smiled gently:

"If there's a legitimate reason, I would."

A third tongue of fire spurted out of the wand and intertwined with the first two, resembling both a coil of rope and a fiery snake.

"What is a reasonable reason?"

Loyal suddenly interrupted.

Roman didn't give him a chance to continue.

He continued to squeeze Dumbledore's hand.

This made Snape, who was about to remove his wand, slightly startled.

"If all methods fail in the end, that is to say..."

He was silent for a long time, "At that time, if Loyal is willing to come to Hogwarts, will you be willing to help me take care of him?"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, maybe because of the light or the lenses, but he didn't hesitate at all.

"I am willing."

A fourth tongue of fire erupted from the wand.

The lines of the four tongues of fire intertwined together, and the originally clear lines scattered into countless fine lines, forming an relief that was almost a chaotic scene from hell. Snape felt that his wand was already trembling.

He took back his wand before the two of them could speak again, and wiped the non-existent sweat from his head.

"Well, Severus, there is something I want to ask you for help with."

Dumbledore made a request to him before he could take a breath.

With a wave of the elder wand, Roman's suitcase instantly appeared on the desk.

It pushed aside several pieces of silverware and jumped open.

Thick pieces of parchment flew out from it and landed in front of Snape one after another, forming a mountain, so high that it almost touched his nose.

His sallow complexion was made even more yellow by the paper, "This is it?"

"The entire manuscript of the survival potion!"

Roman's eyes widened, almost in shock.

"What spell is this?"

"At a certain stage, it is better to pursue a certain spell than to pursue a certain effect."

Dumbledore shrugged, not caring whether the other party understood.

He looked at Snape and spoke without hesitation:

"In terms of potions, my greatest ability should include asking for your help."

After Dumbledore said these words that made Snape's face turn pale, he looked at Roman.

"Now, I think it's time for you to go to bed. As for Loyal, you can stay at Hogwarts."

"It's not necessary."

Loyal hadn't recovered yet, and his cloudy eyes were full of tears.

"Old Loyal has retired. He no longer has a master. He can take care of himself. You don't have to worry about the fourth oath."

"So, would you like to do your 'former master' a small favor?"

Dumbledore's words were full of exclamations, but his expression did not change.

"As for the Heller family farm, I think you are eligible to enjoy your retirement there, and Roman is also eligible to inherit it."

"The place is ruined."

Loyal shed tears and said, "There is nothing left but scorched earth."

"Forgive me, but I think it's worth preserving."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and a document on the table jumped into Loyal's hands. It showed that the owner of Rebos Farm was Roman Heller.

"Several members of the Order of the Phoenix restored it and preserved as much of its original appearance as possible."

"Some animals that were not buried in the fire are still kept there. Hagrid often takes care of them. They may have been reproduced for several generations."

"Now, it's time for you to rest."

His face was still kind, but he said in a tone that could not be refuted.