HP’s daily life at Hogwarts

When Hogwarts professors are very tired, especially Potions, a main course that is required for grades one to seven, is not like other elective courses that can reduce the number of students.

Snape had to attend classes in each house twice a week, for seven grades, 14 classes a week, and then twice for each grade, that is, 28 classes. He also had to grade papers, and as a Potions Professor, He also needs to make medicine for Mrs. Poppy in the hospital wing.

At the same time, he is also the dean, and the dean also has to manage the students of a college.

So he doesn't like this identity very much, and he doesn't like children. He thinks that only absolutely smart geniuses are suitable for taking this course, because for those idiots, it is simply a waste of what he has worked so hard to prepare before each class. Potion ingredients.

And compared to idiots, what he hates even more are those trolls who don't know what to be happy about all day long, and this kind of trolls are generally abundant in Gryffindor, so he hates Gryffindor extremely, and of course A bit of a personal vendetta.

But he had been teaching for ten years, and he never imagined that a troll, a Gryffindor twin and a Weasley twin who was also causing trouble, would be sorted into his own house, and she was still a girl.

From the first day of sorting, Snape didn't like this girl because she actually smiled stupidly at him. From the curvature of the corner of her mouth and the gesture of waving, Snape could see through her seemingly arrogant attitude. Beneath the exterior, he has a stupid and stupid heart.

As expected, she was completely stupid, and the password she came up with was also stupid.

She also stood at the stairs and told that Potter some ridiculous things, so he put her in solitary confinement, but at the time Snape didn't realize that this was the beginning of his nightmare...

How can one person have so much to say? Even if you close your mouth, you can still make sounds with your throat? In her previous life, was she a nightingale who would die if she didn't sing?

It's so annoying.

Although it's cute sometimes, like when he's lying on the floor learning how to croak, most of the time he's still annoying, and as annoying as a hundred Cornish elves!

……

On the night when Pansy flooded Quirrell's office, Snape entered the principal's office with a gloomy look on his face. He said very seriously to the white-bearded old man who was watching "The Quibbler" with a lollipop in his mouth: "Dumbledore, I think there can only be one left in Hogwarts, Parkinson and Snape."

Before the white-bearded old man could speak, the Sorting Hat shouted first: "Parkinson? Is it that girl with a degenerative neurological disease in middle-aged and elderly people, whose specific symptoms are: muscle stiffness, tremors, inability to maintain balance, and memory loss?" Is she here? I miss her so much!"

Snape: "?"

Sorting Hat: "Oh, it's not her... I'm disappointed, I'm going to go back to sleep."

Dumbledore also raised his head: "Parkinson? Is she that cute girl? Look, I just gave her some honey candies for Halloween, and she came early this morning to give me, an old man, Alpine sticks." Lollipop, to be honest, I think this Alpine tastes better."

Snape: "..." It's over, Hogwarts is over.

Dumbledore looked at Snape's expression and smiled a little slyly: "I think a few clear waters will not make her in Hogwarts less serious than you." Obviously, he knew this. .

"For a first-year student to attack a professor, I don't think it's not serious."

"Oh, don't be too serious. She is actually very cute. She has been cute since she was a child, except sometimes she is a little lively."

Snape's face turned even darker: "Lively? I will not comment on the evaluation you gave her." Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and narrowed his eyes: "Since childhood?"

Dumbledore put down "The Quibbler" and tilted his head, his glasses flashing slightly: "After all, the situation when she was sorted was so special that I had to arouse the curiosity that only young people have."

"So, why did it take so long for her to be sorted?" He could tell that Dumbledore had doubted her, so much so that he even investigated all her experiences from childhood to adulthood.

"At first, the Sorting Hat refused to tell me. You know this is very rare. After all, I am the principal, right?" After Dumbledore cleared away the pile of candy wrappers and magazines on the table, he waved his wand and produced a cup of hot cocoa and A cup of extremely bitter coffee: "You should be drinking coffee as usual, right? Severus."

"Ah."

"Although the Sorting Hat has lived for thousands of years, it is still not as cunning as me, a wizard who is more than a hundred years old. After I tried to trick him several times, he finally tricked me out. It told me that there are many weird things in the little girl's mind. The thoughts and pictures are very interesting, but the strange thing is that she seems to have loved Hogwarts and all the students here since the first day she came here. She also seems to love me very much? And especially... Love you."

"The Sorting Hat told me she chose Slytherin because of you." He took a sip of hot cocoa.

Snape felt as if he had swallowed a slug, and felt so disgusted that he was about to vomit.

Dumbledore didn't care about his disgust, but continued to talk to him enthusiastically: "Did you know? The Sorting Hat told me that it was actually struggling for a while at that time which house she should be assigned to. It said it was very... It’s rare to see one person possess the enthusiasm of Gryffindor, the optimism of Hufflepuff, the intelligence of Ravenclaw, and the cunning of... Slytherin.”

"Pansy chose Slytherin herself, and the Sorting Hat also read a sentence in her mind - [It is not my personality traits that determine which house I am suitable for, and what kind of person I will become in the future. choice], she chose Slytherin herself, and it was because of you."

"This makes me wonder whether the Parkinson family clearly knows your identity. This is a very serious matter, and it may even affect future success or failure." His tone gradually became solemn.

Although Snape didn't believe it, he couldn't help but remain silent for a moment when it came to his identity as a double agent: "So...it turns out that the Parkinson family doesn't know about it, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so at ease here." Eat a lollipop here.”

Dumbledore smiled: "The Parkinson family doesn't know, and Pansy has been like this since she was a child. Maybe it's because the Parkinsons had a daughter when they were older. They love her very much, so she is so lively and cute." .”

"I'm not here to hear your story about the couple's love for their daughter."

"I know that I will protect her from Quirrell."

Snape remained silent and did not deny it.

"Then by the way, I would like to express the opinion of an old man who has almost no resistance to this kind of young, cute, lively and interesting girl." He paused: "Sev, don't show that want to vomit expression yet, I I would like to ask by the way, Parkinson's eldest son seems to be a Slytherin of the same level as you, what was the situation when he died at the Death Eater meeting?"

"Is it important?"

"Perhaps that's why she likes us so much as a pure-blood family member who once had a Death Eater."

Snape was silent for a long time, seeming to be lost in a distant memory. His face turned pale for a few minutes before he frowned and uttered: "He was killed by... the Dark Lord."

Four Cruciatus Curses and one Death Curse.

……

If he remembered correctly, the eldest son of the Parkinson family should be named Jonathan. He was indeed a student in the same grade as Slytherin, but there was never any intersection between the two of them.

After all, one is the heir of the Parkinson family and the other is just a mixed-blood wizard.

The first and last time that Snape remembered crossing paths with him was when they were in sixth grade. At that time, he and Lily parted ways, drifted apart, and were introduced by Lucius Malfoy. , turned around and threw himself under the command of the Dark Lord in a desperate move.

Parkinson joined the Death Eaters a month earlier than him. Like him, he was also introduced to the Dark Lord. That person was Lestrange. Should he be his cousin or... cousin? Snape couldn't remember clearly.

The day he first became a Death Eater, it was when Jonathan said his first words to him: "Hey, I heard that you make the best potions among the Death Eaters, so you can help me make a bottle in two weeks." Beauty potion?”

Snape hated boiling these useless things the most. Potions seemed to him to have endless magic power, especially when the cauldron simmering slowly emitted white smoke and exuded the wonderful fragrance. Glory can be brewed, and death can even be prevented...

It's definitely not a waste of useless beauty treatments, but Jonathan was the first person to talk to him after he joined the Death Eaters as a half-blood, but because of his desire to integrate into the Death Eaters, He promised him.

At the Death Eater dinner party on Christmas Eve, he gave him the bottle of pink beauty potion as promised.

The red-brown-haired boy smiled and took out a delicate box from his arms. He put it in and said casually to himself: "That's great. Now I finally have my mother's birthday gift, which makes me feel at ease. Oh, yes." "My mother's birthday is on Christmas, which is a bad thing because you have to prepare both birthday and Christmas gifts at the same time."

"I've been hearing her complaining about the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes lately. Alas...why can't women accept their aging calmly?" After he pretended to be on his own, he kept talking to Snape. How great the Dark Lord is, how much he admires the Dark Lord, they will definitely be able to achieve glory under the leadership of the Dark Lord, and his mother will be proud of him when the time comes... things like that.

At that time, Snape ignored him because he found him annoying. Now that he recalled this scene, Snape suddenly understood why Pansy was so annoying because it was hereditary.

In his memory, after Jonathan finished chirping, he casually took out a bag of gold galleons from his pocket and stuffed it into Snape's hand: "This is the reward, please cooperate with me." Then he walked to the dining table and sat down.

Snape was a little surprised, because he didn't expect this Parkinson to pay him, but for a moment of surprise, he calmed down and put the bag of gold galleons into his pocket. After all, who can't live with money?

It was dinner time, but the Dark Lord never came.

Snape heard Parkinson on the other side complaining softly to the person next to him: "Why hasn't the adult come yet? I can't make it to my family's dinner. If I don't go back before cutting the cake, my mother will kill me." of……"

He didn't pay attention to what he said next, after all, he thought he was very annoying.

More than an hour later, the Dark Lord finally appeared, full of rage, and Lestrange, who was crying with tears all over his face. He followed the Dark Lord with a pale face and kept saying: " Sir, give me another chance, don’t kill me, I will be able to do it next time..."

Snape knew that the Dark Lord would not kill him, because like Malfoy, he was the Dark Lord's right-hand man, and at best he could only punish him.

So the next second, Parkinson, who was recommended by him and happened to be closest to the passing Dark Lord, suffered a disaster.

Four Cruciatus Curses were hit at him one after another. The boy who was complaining about his mother with a smile on his face a second ago was instantly hurt and fell off the chair. He collapsed on the ground and twitched all over. His face was horribly pale. And none of the Death Eaters around made a sound...

That was the first time Snape had directly faced the Dark Lord's cruelty and violence after joining the Death Eaters, and it was also the first time he witnessed the birth of death.

After the dinner, the sixteen-year-old boy Jonathan was still lying quietly on the ground. He was completely dead, but no one dared to care about him. Snape left almost stiffly. When he left, he couldn't control himself. He glanced back, his black eyes were open blankly, and dry black blood spread out of his mouth and nose.

An exquisite box was lying on the ground. The bottle inside was broken into pieces, and only a pool of pink liquid flowed out. It was that bottle... He wanted to give it to his mother as a birthday gift today...

……

"Severus? Severus..." Seeing that he seemed to be distracted, Dumbledore raised his voice and asked him: "Why did he kill that child?"

"Because... it's convenient."

"what?"

He lowered his eyes, but his mind was filled with the pool of pink liquid and the boy with his mouth full of mother: "That person... happened to pass by Parkinson's seat at that time..."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that there was no reason for the death of Parkinson's eldest son. He couldn't help being silent for a long time, and then said: "This answer is cruel, more cruel than I thought, but it's good. …Maybe I think I’ve found the answer.”

He found the answer to the memory he got while lurking near Parkinson's house for several days. In his memory, Mrs. Parkinson held eight-year-old Pansy a few years ago and told her about some pure-blood families who worshiped the Dark Lord. There were absolutely no words that could be said, while eight-year-old Pansy was running around the manor and said with a smile: "Mom, don't worry, bad people don't have good results. The great Dumbledore, the strong savior and my brave Wife, they will destroy him one day!”

Mrs. Parkinson looked disgusted: "What wife?"

"Hehe, I won't tell you~" the girl shouted while running wildly

Dumbledore, who had returned to his thoughts, stared straight at him: "Severus, too many pure-blood families in the wizarding world have followed him. If he makes a comeback in the future, I think many people will not hesitate. Join him, and that's not what we want to see."

"At least... we have to reduce some of his followers before he comes back." He blinked: "Perhaps Parkinson's next head will be the most likely person, do you understand what I mean?"

Snape snorted coldly: "It's rare that the great Dumbledore actually began to have thoughts of wooing a Slytherin who only had Splenden splendens in his mind." His tone was mocking.

Dumbledore took a sip of hot cocoa and smiled. In fact, he didn't distrust Slytherin students. He just didn't trust the children of Death Eaters, and most of those children were sorted into Slytherin. , but he believed that there were still some good children in Slytherin who were worthy of his trust.

For example, Severus has never had love, but secretly longs for love.

And Pansy, who has a lot of love but is willing to give love to others everywhere.

Although that girl is obviously special like Tom back then, she will never follow in Tom's footsteps... because she grew up in love, and her world is full of love. Because of this, she can never follow in her footsteps. Be stingy and give a lot of love to others.

A person who has love and can give love can never fall into darkness.

……

Dumbledore returned to his thoughts and couldn't help but tease the man in black robes in front of him: "Don't be like this, I have no prejudice against Slytherin, because if I had, I wouldn't trust my Severus so much. That’s it.”

"You should read less nutritious magazines, your talk is getting more and more disgusting."

"Oh, I can't help it. A recent article in "The Quibbler" was so interesting that it made me, an old man over a hundred years old, remember what happened when I was young." The white-bearded old man posed. He waved his hand and took out the magazine he had just put in from the drawer, trying to comfort the person in front of him.

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth: "You really need to watch less of this kind of useless stuff." After he uttered these words, he looked at Dumbledore, who had become strange recently, and decided to get angry before leaving. Give him a look: "I'm leaving. By the way, I've been so angry with that cute girl you talked about recently that I have no time to endure it. Maybe I won't be able to give you the tooth-healthy potion for a month."

Dumbledore stood up in fright: "What? Severus, you can't do this to a poor old man."

Snape smiled evilly: "Goodbye, I need to go to class."

But before he left, Dumbledore came back disgusted. "Stop emphasizing how much you hate Pansy, because I can see that you still like her."

"I'm about to throw up."

Dumbledore smiled: "If you really hated her, you wouldn't have heard her flooding Quirrell's office when you were teaching the fourth grade, and immediately abandoned a group of students to carry her to your cellar. , after all, you and I both know Quirrell’s identity..."

"I was just fulfilling the duties of a dean, and she was a student in my college."

He suddenly remembered a certain sentence in "The Quibbler" just now, so he imitated the lines of Gael in it and said: "Oh, my dear friend, are you lying to me or not?" yourself?"

Snape was stunned for a moment, then felt so sick that he had goosebumps all over his body: "I assume you didn't drink some dirty potion recently, then..."

Dumbledore immediately interrupted him with a smile: "By the way, I seem to have forgotten to tell you something. Half a month ago, when Harry took Pansy to see the Mirror of Erised at night, she said that she I saw you, I saw you smiling happily."

Then he stared at Snape's back with a smile as he left with his stomach upset.

……

As expected, Snape was so disgusted that he bumped into Potter a few steps after leaving the principal's office and immediately vented his anger on him: "Harry Potter tricked girls from other houses into going out at night. Five points from Lanffindor!"

Harry Potter: "???"