[HP] Lost and Returning

When there were only a few adults left in the principal's room, Snape was not in a hurry to leave. He looked at the idle Wilson. The person's origin was unknown, but one thing is worthy of recognition, that is, the person's superb potion ability : "Dumbledore, maybe you should show Professor Wilson your hand?"

Hearing the sound, Godric looked directly at the old headmaster's hand, and he noticed the unsuitable aura during the treatment just now: "How did you do it?"

Dumbledore is not a person who seeks death, and he will seize the chance if he has a chance. He took off his gloves and exposed his scorched palm: "Destroyed a Horcrux, and it became like this."

Godric leaned forward and took a closer look. Among the magic damage, the most difficult to deal with is the trauma from the soul magic. Even if it is just a soul piece, the damage caused is not trivial: "Trouble, drink some magic medicine first to relieve it." Hurt it."

Snape choked, noticing he was talking about trouble, not beyond cure.

After speaking, Godric shrugged and left, taking all the candies from the table before leaving.

"This man..." Snape moved his lips as if complaining.

"Forget it." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, the man's casualness was always there.

……

Godric stretched his waist. Although the headmaster's injuries were serious, he wouldn't be able to die for a while. He had no problem helping someone when he saw someone was injured, but if he used a lot of his magic power to save others, he thought he wasn't that generous, but Don't revive others, but let yourself be exhausted and slaughtered by others. Godric never enjoys the feeling of being overwhelmed by magic power. That kind of powerlessness is scary.

Walking back to the office, I saw a ghost waiting there - Nick.

"Dean?" An ethereal voice sounded, which is the unique voice of ghosts.

"Probably." Godric didn't panic, he sat down, resting his chin, and looked at the ghost he didn't know.

Nick showed a surprised expression: "You are back!"

Godric wondered, is this a return?Back to this castle he had never seen before?In other words, he was so careful that the ghost discovered his identity. As for Salazar, he remembered that the resident ghost of Slytherin College was called Barrow.

"Dean?" Nick was puzzled, why the laughing dean in the past kept his head sullen and kept silent.

"I have something to do, don't tell anyone my identity." Godric said lightly: "Don't come to me if you have nothing to do."

Nick was stunned, he stared at his dean inquiringly for a while, finally nodded sullenly, and floated out of the room.

……

Salazar had already read all the problem sets. Although he hadn't taken any exams, he could memorize them without making any mistakes. As for potions, he might as well take a written test to save the professor.

At night, sitting on the bed, Salazar teased the pygmy pampas as always, and occasionally flipped through the plant picture collection. He usually reads in the library or the common room. In the dormitory, he mostly eats sweets and guides Lucius on magic. .

Lucius is writing a dissertation, and the semester is coming to an end. Various subjects will assign a lot of summative homework for students to review while doing it, so as to cope with the exam. Fleurs actually asked the students to write fifty pieces of parchment. Normally, the boy didn't go to class, but the students at the same level would still bring homework. It wasn't much, but this time it was outrageous!Buddy is definitely the scariest professor ever!

Lucius took out the previous potion homework, picked enough sheets, and sorted them out. He raised his eyebrows, turned to the second page viciously, and wrote a sentence on the corner: "Just don't do it, you can What are you doing to me?!"

Immediately, Lucius bowed his head in frustration, how could he become so naive after hanging out with this boy for a long time.But I still have to tell Severus that this kind of education is really not good.

Sighing inwardly, Lucius continued to work on the dissertation on transfiguration. The origin, type, how to use the power, etc. must be discussed in place.

Salazar glanced at it boredly, raised his eyebrows, and pointed out: "The safety theory of local deformation was proposed in 1503. You wrote it wrong."

Lucius was stunned, he turned his head, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he blurted out: "Your Excellency can understand?" Isn't this boy illiterate?

Salazar frowned, then slid down, slipped into the quilt, and stretched out his hands to pull up the quilt to sleep: "I don't like doing homework."

Lucius froze, no, the boy really couldn't understand it at first, but now he understands it, learned it in school?It is true that I heard that the boy has the ability to never forget his ears in class. Seeing him today, this learning ability is really not ordinary.

Lucius turned his head to look at the bed, and saw a pygmy cattail tumbling on the boy's blond hair, and saw the boy stretch out his hand to push it away. After a while, the pygmy cattail leaned against it again, and the boy pushed it away again. After a few times, the boy didn't care about it. Rolling on the bed by the pygmy cattail.

Only then does Lucius realize that the boy is really only 11 years old.He turned around with a wry smile, homework still had to be done, at least, he didn't have to worry about the boy's exam, maybe the boy could still be the first in the grade.

……

One day, the library.

Harry didn't have time to worry about Horcruxes, the exam came more urgently than anything else, and there was no usual review, at least before the exam, he had to make a surprise attack, and the focus was on potions. The most troublesome subject in the past has become more friendly this time. When he got up, he recalled key points one by one, and the momentum was like trying to get No.1 in potion.

"Harry..." Hermione sat next to her friend and stared at the notebook in her friend's hand, which was borrowed from her. The whole grade knew that Hermione's class notes here were the best.Ron didn't come today, just convenient for her to ask something.

"Huh?" Harry didn't look up.

"Even if you memorize all of them, Snape may not give you full marks." Although Snape is considered fair in the test scores, he will always deduct one or two deductions for too perfect Gryffindor test papers. Of course, this does not affect the overall score ranking very much, which is the case with Hermione.

"Huh?" This sentence successfully made Harry look up.

Hermione hesitated, and asked, "Do you care about perfect marks, or Snape's partiality?"

Harry frowned. Speaking of favoritism, he remembered the way Snape treated Malfoy. That was partiality. Although Malfoy's potion strength was not bad, Snape always gave O to the other party.Thinking of this made Harry's teeth itch with hatred.

"Harry?" Hermione interrupted the other party's distraction.

"What's wrong?" Harry glared at Hermione dissatisfied, venting some emotion in his tone.

"...Harry, do you like Potions..." Hermione bit her lip and finished the sentence: "Professor?"

Harry froze with a half-nodded head, what did Hermione say?He likes Snape?

Hermione sighed, her friend didn't get furious, didn't immediately refute her words, but a blank expression of pondering something, this is enough to show that she guessed right, this fact is too horrifying, she has not forgotten the five years since she entered school Harry's resentment towards that man, but everything changed in the sixth year of Hogwarts. Harry liked going to the cellar more than Quidditch training, which in itself was so abnormal.

"I, I..." Harry put down his notebook and murmured helplessly, "I just think, um, maybe it's worship..."

"You admire Snape?" Hermione raised her forehead: "The Gryffindor students will take this as a big joke."

"He's the Half-Blood Prince." Harry fixed his eyes, as if trying to convince himself.

"The owner of that Potions textbook?" Hermione watched Harry nod at her, but she didn't believe Harry's part about worship: "Because of this, you approached him to see his talent?"

Harry continued to nod hastily.

Hermione shrugged, stood up and walked to the library window to get some air.Five seconds later, she turned her head to look at the troubled Harry, and then looked out the window again: "Hey, Harry, isn't that Malfoy and Professor Snape, what are they talking about?"

Harry jumped up, stepped forward quickly, and looked outside eagerly, but there was nothing.

"You—" Harry glared at the half-smiling friend in front of him.

Hermione spread her hands: "I was wrong."

Harry held back for a long time but couldn't utter a word, he returned to his seat sullenly.

Hermione leaned forward and continued to mutter: "But speaking of it, Professor Snape is good to the students of Slytherin House. Do you think there will be students who have a crush on him?"

Harry froze, and ten seconds later, his head hit the table heavily, and a sentence floated out, weakly: "I like him, what should I do?"

Hermione patted her friend on the shoulder with a smile: "Review well, Harry, Snape doesn't like students who fail in exams."

Hermione is different from Ron, and also different from other Gryffindors who simply hate Snape. She saw the meanness of the Potions professor and the seriousness of that man. It was the most detailed one. No matter how long the homework she wrote, Snape would read it carefully and leave a lot of comments, except for hurtful words and words of advice.

In fact, when you think about Snape carefully, except for his poisonous tongue and random points deductions, everything else is okay. Hermione thinks that she can bear it pretty well. Of course, Harry’s preference really surprised her, and this matter cannot Tell the others, especially Ron.

"Hermione, you have no objection?" Harry recovered and began to wonder at his friend's attitude.

"Since what happened to Sirius, you have been unhappy, and you have changed a lot," Hermione looked at Harry deeply, and mentioned his godfather for the first time: "When you repeatedly ran into the cellar, you became There's a lot of life in there, Harry, and I think that's good."

"..." Harry paused, unable to tell whether he was sad or moved.

Hermione smiled mischievously, and then broke the heavy atmosphere: "But speaking of it, it's very difficult to pursue the dean of Slytherin."

Harry felt embarrassed for a moment, and his face began to flush.

"Review, exam." Hermione stuffed the notebook back into Harry's hand: "I'll talk about other things later."

Harry engrossed himself in his notebook, his ears were all red.

……

Hogwarts students are finally approaching their final exams.

Salazar wrote with a pen for the first time, and his handwriting tended to be delicate, completely different from the style of writing in every homework. In every exam, he would raise his eyebrows after roughly scanning the test paper. It was so simple and incomparable. As a result, Salazar became the first person to walk out of the examination room in every exam, and his answers were as accurate as those taken from a textbook, even the written Potions exam was no exception.

In terms of practical operation, he has also become a leader. Except for Potions class, he messed up as always. However, Snape did not dare to fail. A preferred passing grade, of course, is, in the eyes of others, the head Slytherin's preference for the Slytherin students.

Therefore, Salazar's overall score was very good. Although he didn't reach the No. 1 that Lucius imagined, he was still in the top ten.