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The whole of Hogwarts was excited for the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, and every little wizard was eagerly discussing the upcoming tournament. Even Rosemary, who was depressed before, smiled a little more. Nep could not feel the same joy.Because it was during the Triwizard Tournament that Harry Potter brought back news of that person's return...

Recalling the past made his head ache, his brows furrowed even tighter, he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his temple, when he put his hand on it, he could even feel the pulsating blood vessels.

When he finally relieved the pain, he looked up and saw Rosemary looking at him with concern. Before he could look away in embarrassment, Rosemary who was caught by him showed a frightened expression and quickly turned her eyes away .

Rosemary became more and more eccentric, probably not because of her parents' death. In the past few days, Snape always felt that she had returned to the time when she first met him, treating him cautiously and keeping a respectful distance. "What's the matter with you? You're getting weirder?"

Rosemary looked at Snape calmly, and carefully considered her tone: "It's nothing. Have you considered participating in the Triwizard Tournament? The whole school is discussing this." Because of this, Rosemary took a school uniform advertisement Things were overwhelmed immediately.

"No—don't try it lightly, lest you have to collect the body for you." The triwizard competition is very deep this time, of course he intends to stay out of it, and of course he has to warn Ruth, who has always been confused by troubles Mary.

"Principal Dumbledore said that you have to be 17 years old to participate. I don't know if I count? But no matter what, I heard that the competition is very dangerous. Of course I will not risk my life." Rosemary replied cautiously.

"Actually, Slytherin students..." Snape was about to say something, but he quickly stopped talking when he saw a group of Slytherin students coming towards him.

Rosemary saw Regulus among the group of students, and knew that this was a group of fourth-grade students. She waved to Regulus, and he immediately walked over.

"Hi! Lumi." He smiled affectionately.

"Aren't you going to class? Why are you back in the lounge again?" Rosemary asked with concern.

"God knows, Professor Willard hasn't shown up all this time. It was Professor McGonagall who showed up just now and asked everyone to go back to their respective lounges." Regulus shrugged, expressing his indifference.

"You mean the professor of Muggle Studies?" Rosemary didn't study Muggle Studies, so she was not sure.

Regulus raised a sly smile and nodded.

A few days later, the Daily Prophet had a side story headlined "Hogwarts Professor of Muggle Studies Dies Accidentally?! Murdered?!" Bewley Willard died suddenly in his backyard the day before school started.Because he lived alone, he was found dead at home when his colleagues from Hogwarts came to visit...

The matter of Professor Willard did not cause waves. In fact, Dumbledore only told the students lightly that Professor Willard passed away unexpectedly and could not return to continue teaching. A substitute teacher would be instructing Muggle studies.

Snape looked at Bewley Willard's death in the newspaper, pursed his lips tightly, and was speechless.In fact, he didn't know Bewley Willard at all, and he had never taken a Muggle studies course in this life or in his previous life, but Bewley Willard's death made him Thinking of his colleague Keridi Bubbaji who was also killed by the Avada Kedavra, he remembered how she was tortured in every possible way before she died, how she was killed by the Avada Kedavra, and thought of her Before he died, "Severus, I thought we were friends..." Friend──Snape clenched his hands, but his face remained calm.

After breakfast, he strode back to the public living room. Because it was still breakfast time, the living room was empty. He only saw Rosemary sitting alone at the round table by the window, writing something.

He originally wanted to walk back to his dormitory like this, but he didn't know why he stopped. "You never eat breakfast?"

Rosemary seemed to be frightened by the sudden voice, and her whole body trembled, only then did she see that the person who was asking the question was Snape. "Yes. I have never had the habit of eating breakfast."

The tone of Rosemary's answer made Snape feel like an idiot, of course he knew she never ate breakfast, in fact, she didn't like food at all.Snape felt that it was foolish of him to spend time caring whether the little girl had eaten or not. He snorted, went back to his dormitory to get what he needed, and hurried out of the Slytherin common room without looking at it. Look at Rosemary.

But even so, when Snape headed to his destination with two bottles of potions in his arms, he couldn't help but think of Rosemary, or rather, what she had said.

She once asked him why he was so unhappy with that kind of sympathetic look?

How much he wanted to refute her loudly and mock her absurd judgment with sharp words, but he couldn't make a sound at that time, he knew that he was not happy.

And what he is going to do now doesn't think it will make him happy, but maybe it can let him let go of the guilt that has lingered in his heart for a long time, maybe by changing all this, he can truly rest in peace.

He stopped in front of Dumbledore's office and read the passphrase.

Dumbledore looked at the two bottles of potion that the Slytherin student put on his desk with great interest, one of which was the wolfsbane potion recently developed by potion master Damoc.

"Our dear friend Mr. Lupine has been taking these medicines for several months. You can ask him to come here at any time, and he can confirm whether these medicines are working." Snape's tone was steady.

Dumbledore nodded, eyes gleaming behind crescent-shaped lenses. "Then you say this..." He pushed another bottle of scarlet potion.

Looking at the crimson bottle of potion, Snape couldn't hide his inner pride and complacency. If Wolfsbane potion was used to prove his level of potion, then this thing could give him higher honor, Or maybe at the very beginning, the day he first started to study this thing, he was already preparing for the present?

Snape smiled, raised his wand to his arm, and said the incantation, "Shadowless".

He was satisfied to see that his arm was dripping with blood, his flesh and bones were almost separated, and the pain hit all his nerves, but Snape didn't care, just stared at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was familiar with black magic. When Snape started, he knew that he was casting a powerful black magic. When he hurt himself, Dumbledore stood up nervously.

Looking at Snape's serious wound, Dumbledore grabbed his wrist and cast several spells in a row, but the wound was still grim.

They all know full well that the damage caused by black magic is irreversible.

Snape put down his wand, picked up the bottle of scarlet potion with his free hand, and poured it on his wound—after a while, the bloody wound slowly healed.

Shocked, Dumbledore walked out from behind the desk and carefully inspected the wound on Snape's hand.

The peeled flesh was attached back to the bone bit by bit, the blood vessels were slowly connected, and the cut skin began to regenerate. After a while, the scary wound disappeared without a trace, and only the beginning was left on Snape's hand. Drop by drop, the crimson potion dripped on the carpet of the principal's office.

Yes, Snape, relying on his excellent talent and knowledge of black magic and potions, successfully developed a potion that can cure black magic damage.

Dumbledore sat back in his seat and looked at Snape with a completely different expression from the beginning. If he treated Snape as a gentle elder at the beginning, now he is very serious, like He was right for a peer who was at the same level, and his tone was a little less casual and more cautious. "Mr. Snape, I have seen your astonishing, age-beyond genius. Now, would you like to talk to me about your purpose?"

Snape suddenly felt that he was back in the past, the past when Dumbledore had regarded him as his trusted right-hand man, and he found himself missing this feeling.This feeling of being trusted and needed.

He looked squarely at the elder he respected and respected and said, "Professor Dumbledore, I am willing to contribute my ability to assist you in destroying the Dark Lord."

Dumbledore was obviously taken aback by his declaration. He pushed his glasses and said with reservations: "You are only a student, and these things will be discussed after you graduate from Hogwarts. Of course, your research The results have been impressive...I'm sure it will come in handy..."

Snape lowered his voice, but said hurriedly: "I thought these things were enough to show that I am definitely not just a student. I know more about the Dark Lord than all of you..."

Dumbledore interrupted him gently: "But you are still a student, as long as you are a student at Hogwarts, I have the responsibility to protect your safety, so..."

"I'm not just a student." Snape gritted his teeth, revealing his determination. "I can do more things." He knows that in addition to repaying the sins he committed, he can also guard the regrets of the past. His colleagues, his students, the elder he respects, and his deep love Loved it, Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked at him thoughtfully, and said slowly, "Well, I think there's something you can do to help."

The author has something to say: Thank you Miss Xia for the mine, catch it and give it a kiss

In addition, I will go out to play next time, and I don’t have enough manuscripts, so Shuangri asks everyone to bear with me

I will continue to work hard when I come back on the 9th.