94 hp Diagon Alley

For vitality, he needs time, and a lot of homemade advanced potions.

Spider's End is very dangerous, because not only the members of the old Order of the Phoenix, but also many reporters plan to try their luck in that house.Hogwarts is a good choice, the students are on vacation, as long as you avoid that vain old fellow Slughorn, he can easily get his treasure back.

It seems that the professors have put a lot of thought into rebuilding Hogwarts after the war.Snape, who was one with the darkness, curled his lips, and looked up and down the castle in the tightly wrapped cloak.What made him even happier was that the bald old man as fat as a giant elephant wasn't at school, and he had plenty of time to save his darlings.

It wasn't until Snape stepped out of the private storage room with a plain suitcase that he met the last person he wanted to see.

"Good evening, Severus. If I recall correctly, Dr. Spencer told you to rest."

"...Okay, Dumbledore." Snape reluctantly greeted, moving his lips. "I've come to get my own back."

"It's not necessary." Dumbledore waved his hand, and the suitcase fluttered to the ground.

"Why are you still here?" Snape folded his arms, his feelings for the great White Wizard before him still complicated.He loathed his ruthless plan, and was forced to owe him a favor for Fox's tears. "I heard that you are no longer the principal."

"Yes," said Dumbledore, slightly sentimental, "I'm so old that I can only eat two puddings at a meal."

Snape bent down to pick up his suitcase, feeling that he was wasting his precious life by engaging in such frivolous discussions in the middle of the night.

"Unlike me, I think you should stay, Severus," said Dumbledore. "Professor Slughorn formally proposed to retire last week, and this time I can no longer force him."

"So are you going to force me?" Snape sneered.

"On the contrary, I'm offering you a good solution." Dumbledore rolled his eyes, "Slytherin needs an upright headmaster—"

"Hmph." Snape laughed unabashedly.

"—and the Potions Professor." Dumbledore continued, paying no heed to his rudeness, "and you need a secluded place to live. I assure you, Severus, there will be no People will bother you."

"I've had enough," Snape said. "You know I've never enjoyed this job for a day."

"We obviously have different opinions on this point." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "I have the impression that the Slytherin children quite like you."

This sentence greatly offended the gloomy man, and he squeezed out fierce words through his teeth, "After I betrayed their belief?"

"After you made the right decision and sacrifice." The old principal with the white beard yawned, "Forgive me, I'm really sleepy, I didn't expect you to come over so late— Think it over, Severus. You'll have a good few months to be alone before agreeing to my offer."

It's outrageous.Snape cursed silently.After Dumbledore rejected my application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position over and over again, he still expects me to promise him to fill the Potions position?To teach those stupid, arrogant students?

In most cases, Severus Snape was far less aware of himself than the wise Dumbledore.Because he realized that in the first half of his nearly 40 years of life, he had no choice of where to stay.

Snape thought the world was a mess.

So on the day before school started, with a dark face, he reluctantly came to the familiar headmaster's office and accepted the job of Potions.

"You insisted on procrastinating until the last day." Professor McGonagall said dissatisfiedly, "What are you waiting for? Severus, you know what preparations to make before the start of school. The professors are all busy."

"I have some conditions." Snape lifted his chin high and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

Professor McGonagall's eyes came through the glasses, she pursed her lips, and quickly read the too long list.

"I won't point fingers at your teaching content," said the new principal, "but I can't stop the students from being curious about you."

"As stated in Article [-] of the third item, if a student asks for information that is not related to the subject I teach at any time during or after class, I have the right to punish him within a 'reasonable range'." Snape said slowly say.

"Inspired by Umbridge?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Inspired by the few correct decisions made by the Ministry of Magic." Snape still lifted his chin vigorously.

"I have some concerns about 'reasonable range'."

"Don't worry, Minerva." The new professor put on a piercing smile, "I have been teaching at Hogwarts for 17 years."

Snape had to admit that most of the freshmen were relatively well-behaved due to his terrifying appearance.The tough ones were the cheeky old bastards - especially the Gryffindors - and the obnoxious Grangers and Weasleys who had to go back to school.If possible, Snape would not have any communication with them.

Unobtrusive Potter, this year the House Quidditch Cup is finally coming to his office.

Who can tell him, since Voldemort is dead, why is the Order of the Phoenix still not disbanded?

Cleaning up the remaining Death Eaters was what the Ministry of Magic should do. In his view, the weekly gathering of the Order of the Phoenix was a party where a group of wizards with low self-control indulged themselves through grandiose excuses.

When will people in the British Isles give up alcohol and partying?For the sake of the Dark Lord's disappearing nose, it's been a year and a half since the war was won.

Fortunately, because he was Snape, he was always able to turn down all activities, including this Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, without reason or without face.He prefers to hide in the familiar dungeon to experiment - he just came up with a wonderful formula to make the wolfsbane potion taste worse - and enhance the potion by the way.

Let the other good professors deal with stupid students, Snape thought. Where did I put the pure gold medicine spoon?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the exquisite medicine spoon not far from his left hand, and as soon as his index finger touched it, a feeling of dizziness appeared.Snape quickly understood what was going on.

He cursed under his breath trying to get away from it all, and swore that no Hogwarts elf would ever set foot on his property again.

"he came!"

"Listen, we've got to push a man out to take his wrath—"

"—don't even think about it, Fred."

"Stop it, lads!" came Mrs. Weasley's voice, and she patted Snape on the back enthusiastically (the movement seemed a little unnatural), "Good afternoon, Severus, we listen Say you're not at school for Christmas this year."

"I never said I wasn't spending Christmas in the castle," Snape said in a low, dangerous voice, "otherwise you wouldn't have put a goddamn portkey on my desk - as a trap."

"Thanks to Dobby." Mr. Weasley poked his head out from behind a copy of "The Quibbler", greeted him friendly, and then turned to look at his twin sons, "Next year we have to think of a separate There is a way, he is obviously already on guard."

"Sit down, Severus." Molly Weasley involuntarily pressed him to the end of the table, which gave Snape an even more ominous premonition. "It's a pity that the Sirius and Lupine families are not coming this year."

This was really the best news of the year, and Snape breathed a sigh of relief, ready to slip away when they weren't looking.

"Even if it's Christmas, do you still want to wear black?" Ollivander came over with a big belly. "But it's still nice to meet you, Professor."

Snape didn't want to talk to her at all, all his attention was now on how to get out of the house and Apparate somewhere - he hated noisy festivals.

"Honey, when will they arrive?" As if feeling that the scene was not lively enough, George Weasley decided to add fire.

"Harry and Ginny will be later, Ron and Hermione - I think they've arrived already," said Gwen, glancing far away at the Burrow fireplace.

Snape already regretted it, and he even felt more comfortable going to Malfoy's dinner party than he was now.Although he and Lucius were still a little embarrassed, they concealed their positions from each other under Voldemort's hands, but they betrayed the old master tacitly.

"Merlin's snuff bottle, you did it!" said Ron Weasley in a fuss. "Hermione, they abducted Snape."

If there was one thing to commend the Savior's friend, Snape thought it would be his ability to describe accurately - couldn't anyone here see that he was forced to sit here?

"Don't bother, Professor," said Percy Weasley, pushing his spectacles slightly sympathetically. "They've prepared a dozen options to make sure you get through dinner honestly."

"You sure don't want to ruin Christmas at the Weasleys, do you?" Granger asked boldly.

Hell, he was planning to knock everyone out - or drug their tea - and get away.

Snape seriously reviewed his first half of his life, thinking about what he had done that was so heinous that Merlin wanted to punish and temper him like this.

"I will never allow you to name him Fred," Fred yelled.

"Why? It shows my love for you, brother," said George, grinning.

"If you dare