Chapter 515 Snape's Notice
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 515 Snape's Notice
What is he here for?
McGuffin murmured.
Snape walked quickly to the bed and stopped beside McGuffin.
After hearing that the little wizard had gone crazy, Snape celebrated a little in his heart.
Who would have thought... Within two days, he heard the news from Dumbledore that the little wizard might recover.
What a disappointment.
He lowered his head and looked at the strange outfits of McGuffins, as well as those little little Guffins running around with small magic wands.
"Professor Snape, you...you came to see me, what can I do?" McGuffin asked.
"McGuffins... Albert," said Snape in his rare drawl, his eyes fixed on the little ones bouncing about on the bed, "Albus Dumbledore asked me to see how you are..."
"It seems that you have almost recovered and can leave here!"
"Almost, almost..."
McGuffin now kind of likes the environment of [St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry], not to mention that he can't go to Hogwarts with such a look.
Otherwise, George Fred and the others will be laughed to death.
It's hard to imagine that these two guys, who are afraid of causing trouble, have arranged some strange nicknames and rumors for themselves.
Snape ignored the McGuffin. He took out a golden bottle of [Badrin's Magic Brain Refreshing Potion] from his pocket, and grabbed a screaming McGuffin from the hospital bed.
After handing over the potion to McGuffin, Snape put the strange little thing into another glass bottle, looking like he was going to take it away for research.
"Teach...Professor! You?"
"I have to measure whether your state is stable and whether it will threaten other Hogwarts students..." Snape said coldly, "By the way, Dumbledore also asked me to tell you..."
He took out another three-finger note from his pocket and handed it to McGuffin.
Gan!
What trouble is this old bee!
McGuffin complained, took a look.
— nothing written on it, just a blank, plain parchment note.
What does this mean?
Snape went on to say, "Professor Dumbledore cast magic on it, and it is said that he can detect the specific location of [Horcrux]..."
"You and Sirius Black... are going to investigate here next. He knows the specific location, and you can ask him for details after you can leave here!"
Shir!
How can this old guy trust me?
McGuffin was angry and annoyed,
I don't know which [Horcrux] that old bee asked me to investigate...
It must not be the soul fragment on Harry, nor the one in Nagia and Hogwarts [House of Requirement]... [Notebook] and [Crown] have been destroyed,... Then it can only be the one in the cave near the orphanage where Voldemort stayed when he was a child, or the old house of Gaunt...
These two places were cast by Voldemort with extremely evil curses, curses... There are even Infernal Guards in that cave...
So fucking convex
Is Dumbledore in this old guy's head?
How can you think that you can complete such a deadly task...
Just when McGuffin was about to decline, Snape suddenly said, "By the way, after you and Black complete this task, Albus Dumbledore said that he can lift the [Blood Curse] for you."
"On November [-]th, it happens to be the month of weeping blood, and it is also the moon of unknown magic power... just suitable for lifting the blood curse."
"Your curse-breaking potion should be ready by then!"
"Really...really?"
McGuffin grabbed Snape's sleeve tightly.
Three years, more than three years... Finally!
I can finally disarm this time bomb on my body,
Fortunately, when he was in the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort did not activate the [Blood Curse] on him, otherwise he might have been reduced to a completely irrational beast.
Thinking of this MacGuffin made me feel scared for a while.
Snape's face was stern, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pulled the sleeve of his robe in disgust, but he couldn't.
He grabbed McGuffin's hand hard with his backhand.
'Let's relax! '
McGuffin suddenly felt his hands go limp, and let go of Snape's robes.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor...I'm so happy!"
McGuffin made a rare apology to Snape, because he immediately realized that the success of his potion depended on this old bat.
And when the old bee mentioned this matter now, he must have regarded it as a deal... He wanted to make himself have to go through the troubled waters of [Horcrux].
Gan!
After thinking about this matter, McGuffin stopped talking nonsense.
"Okay, these things are on my shoulders...Professor Snape, is there anything else?"
McGuffin reached out to the bar to stop the wand-wielding attacks on Snape to free his brother.
Snape was bored watching McGuffin's show of turning himself into a living person.
Compared to this troublesome Muggle wizard student, Harry and Black became less hateful.
Those two were just stupid and brainless, and this guy in front of him...
Besides disgusting him, he also needs to be more careful.
No matter what has to do with it, there is no good end.
Look how Bellatrix, Gerald, Quirrell ended up... Even Voldemort fell at his hands several times.
Snape thought about it for a while, and felt that it was best for him to leave here to avoid getting involved in any troublesome matters.
Anyway, what should be seen has been seen, and...
Snape touched the glass bottle in his pocket, this little thing was still attacking the glass...
It is an extra joy to take this thing away for research.
"...That's it, Albert. According to Albus's instructions, after you take this bottle of [Badlin Brain Refreshing Potion] according to the dosage, you may be able to completely suppress those messy and crazy thoughts... Well, do you have any questions? If not, I will..."
Just when Snape said a few words impatiently and wanted to leave here,
There was a violent noise outside the corridor, as if something had broken through the door.
"Grab it, grab it!"
"Use the petrification spell, the binding spell..."
"does not work!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way... don't let this thing bite you... it will be infected."
There was another burst of noisy yelling, very chaotic.
"What's up!"
Snape looked at McGuffin, and there was a message in his eyes,—is it your fault again?
McGuffin actually understood.
Shir!
It's none of my business!
McGuffin was so angry that he made a few gestures directly to the dissatisfied little things on the bed, then stretched his arms into the sack, pulled out a bunch of little McGuffins who were confused, and then fell onto the bed.
"Go and see what's going on!"
Not long after, under the punches and kicks of a few extremely smart, like the leading McGuffins, all the Miniature Guffins formed a square formation as before, and then lined up, holding their little magic wands, and just ran in small steps like this, jumped out of the bed... and quickly came to the door of the ward.
These little things are directly in the lower left corner of the door, using that little match-like toy wand to cut a small round door...
Then these little guys lined up with a domineering appearance... and rushed out from there.
Not too long.
With the slight crackling sound, several small Guffins popped out of the McGuffin's head one after another.
This is?
McGuffin closed his eyes, feeling the scenes he saw outside where the silver-haired strong memories (that is, the little Guffins) had returned to their original state.
His expression changed immediately.
He jumped off the bed barefoot, picked up his wand and rushed to the door.
but--
boom!
The door split apart in an instant, and an extremely ugly monster crashed in.
And then McGuffin and Snape heard a wizard yelling outside, don't use offensive spells!
There's a reason McGuffin is in such a hurry.
This thing-
It was a complete replica of the wrinkled skin monsters he had seen in the Ministry of Magic, or it could be said to be a kind of inferior version...
Its skin is also gray, wrinkled and sticking to the body,
The eyeballs are red and glowing, and a few strands of hair hang sparsely from the scalp,
The arms are dry and long, and they easily reach near the toes,
The original human palm has turned into some kind of claw. I don't know if it is bone or the carapace layer of the exoskeleton... Anyway, the long and sharp claws draw deep marks on the ground...
The monster was bending over, trying to get up from the ground.
It was only then that McGuffin saw that this thing was conjured by Muggles. It was wearing a work uniform similar to that of a subway maintenance worker... gray-blue, and a fluorescent yellow vest...
Roar!
After standing up and shaking his body, the monster roared at McGuffin and Snape,
With a mouth full of fangs, it was extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Then, it rushed over immediately.
——shiri!
McGuffin didn't even have time to swing his wand. With a flick of his arm, he just threw the thing out of the door again, smashing it hard.
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he lowered the raised wand again.
This little lunatic's silent and wandless spellcasting is getting more and more exaggerated, how did he do it.
"Professor! This is the Ministry of Magic... the thing that appeared that night, the monster brought by that person... I will not admit it wrong."
McGuffin turned his head suddenly, and said these words to Snape with a livid face.
Snape immediately understood the unspoken meaning of McGuffin's words.
— Voldemort?
The two immediately walked out.
Come to the door and look down the corridor...
The monster was paralyzed on the ground, and the survivors who had just come out... the little Geffens were holding small wands and emitting crackling lightning, constantly stabbing the monster.
They were extremely angry and howled, stomping and jumping on the monster's body.
And the wizard guard who was originally stationed here was shaking his wand... He, together with some healers, stood in the corridor looking at these little things with great fear.
It seems that from their point of view...these little Guffins are much more terrifying than this monster.
At their feet, the same type of wrinkled skin monster curled up.
"return!"
After McGuffin yelled softly a few times, the little things jumped off the monster with great reluctance, and returned to the room behind McGuffin.
"What is this?"
Snape asked the few healers who had just slowly approached.
"It's the . . . nocturnal serial killer that's causing a lot of commotion in Muggle society these days!"
"When the Aurors are done, bring over these muggle-turned-monsters... let's see if we can restore them to their original form!"
"More than one, the remaining Aurors... who can be dispatched by the Ministry of Magic have been dispatched to deal with these matters."
"Caught a lot..."
"..."
It seems that Snape's reputation is much better here at [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic]. There are many healers rushing to answer Snape's questions.
In the chaotic answers, McGuffin gradually drew the outline of the matter in his heart.
Shir!What a pit!
What a fuck!
Listening to the discussion of these people, McGuffin immediately had a bad feeling in his heart. Although he didn't know what Voldemort wanted to do by letting these monsters spread the infection everywhere, he still felt that it would be safer to hide in Hogwarts now.
The current Dumbledore has not been cut, and his strength is still very strong. The contest between him and Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic not long ago undoubtedly proved this point.
McGuffin's face was ugly, and he tried his best not to look flustered.
He said to Snape next to him in a relaxed tone, "Professor Snape, I thought about it... I think I can't delay the school lessons too much. Now that you have seen these little things... I can probably control it. Should I be able to return to Hogwarts and start my studies again!"
Snape looked at the almost 180-degree change in the attitude of McGuffin Albert in front of him, and it became clearer in his heart that the thing in front of him was related to Voldemort.
So after obtaining the consent of the healers next to him, he took a tooth, some skin and blood from the monster that collapsed on the ground in front of him, and then ignored McGuffin's request, saying that he was waiting for Dumbledore's notification, and left directly like that.
Asshole!
McGuffin could only accept the healer's inquiry, carefully avoid the monster under his feet, return to the room and repair the door, and planned to find a way to leave this ghost place quickly.
……
Time passed quickly, and as Hermione said, one thing all students noticed at the beginning of this semester was that their homework had increased significantly.
Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has a lot of papers and will not be mentioned.
Even Professor McGonagall's homework for Transfiguration class increased several times at once, and the students complained that it didn't work,
Professor McGonagall's remarks were almost exactly the same as Hermione's,
They must find a way to face the [Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam] from now on.
The atmosphere between the schools... especially between the fifth and seventh grades has become extremely dull and irritable, and any spark can make these guys explode.
Of course, the current situation of Harry and the others is definitely not easy.
Many students above the fourth grade (except the twins) have been so busy that they have gradually forgotten that there is such a thing as the "Top Ten Tournament".
But one week before the end of October, a notice from the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts School Executive Committee... once again ignited the emotions among the students.
(End of this chapter)
What is he here for?
McGuffin murmured.
Snape walked quickly to the bed and stopped beside McGuffin.
After hearing that the little wizard had gone crazy, Snape celebrated a little in his heart.
Who would have thought... Within two days, he heard the news from Dumbledore that the little wizard might recover.
What a disappointment.
He lowered his head and looked at the strange outfits of McGuffins, as well as those little little Guffins running around with small magic wands.
"Professor Snape, you...you came to see me, what can I do?" McGuffin asked.
"McGuffins... Albert," said Snape in his rare drawl, his eyes fixed on the little ones bouncing about on the bed, "Albus Dumbledore asked me to see how you are..."
"It seems that you have almost recovered and can leave here!"
"Almost, almost..."
McGuffin now kind of likes the environment of [St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry], not to mention that he can't go to Hogwarts with such a look.
Otherwise, George Fred and the others will be laughed to death.
It's hard to imagine that these two guys, who are afraid of causing trouble, have arranged some strange nicknames and rumors for themselves.
Snape ignored the McGuffin. He took out a golden bottle of [Badrin's Magic Brain Refreshing Potion] from his pocket, and grabbed a screaming McGuffin from the hospital bed.
After handing over the potion to McGuffin, Snape put the strange little thing into another glass bottle, looking like he was going to take it away for research.
"Teach...Professor! You?"
"I have to measure whether your state is stable and whether it will threaten other Hogwarts students..." Snape said coldly, "By the way, Dumbledore also asked me to tell you..."
He took out another three-finger note from his pocket and handed it to McGuffin.
Gan!
What trouble is this old bee!
McGuffin complained, took a look.
— nothing written on it, just a blank, plain parchment note.
What does this mean?
Snape went on to say, "Professor Dumbledore cast magic on it, and it is said that he can detect the specific location of [Horcrux]..."
"You and Sirius Black... are going to investigate here next. He knows the specific location, and you can ask him for details after you can leave here!"
Shir!
How can this old guy trust me?
McGuffin was angry and annoyed,
I don't know which [Horcrux] that old bee asked me to investigate...
It must not be the soul fragment on Harry, nor the one in Nagia and Hogwarts [House of Requirement]... [Notebook] and [Crown] have been destroyed,... Then it can only be the one in the cave near the orphanage where Voldemort stayed when he was a child, or the old house of Gaunt...
These two places were cast by Voldemort with extremely evil curses, curses... There are even Infernal Guards in that cave...
So fucking convex
Is Dumbledore in this old guy's head?
How can you think that you can complete such a deadly task...
Just when McGuffin was about to decline, Snape suddenly said, "By the way, after you and Black complete this task, Albus Dumbledore said that he can lift the [Blood Curse] for you."
"On November [-]th, it happens to be the month of weeping blood, and it is also the moon of unknown magic power... just suitable for lifting the blood curse."
"Your curse-breaking potion should be ready by then!"
"Really...really?"
McGuffin grabbed Snape's sleeve tightly.
Three years, more than three years... Finally!
I can finally disarm this time bomb on my body,
Fortunately, when he was in the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort did not activate the [Blood Curse] on him, otherwise he might have been reduced to a completely irrational beast.
Thinking of this MacGuffin made me feel scared for a while.
Snape's face was stern, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pulled the sleeve of his robe in disgust, but he couldn't.
He grabbed McGuffin's hand hard with his backhand.
'Let's relax! '
McGuffin suddenly felt his hands go limp, and let go of Snape's robes.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor...I'm so happy!"
McGuffin made a rare apology to Snape, because he immediately realized that the success of his potion depended on this old bat.
And when the old bee mentioned this matter now, he must have regarded it as a deal... He wanted to make himself have to go through the troubled waters of [Horcrux].
Gan!
After thinking about this matter, McGuffin stopped talking nonsense.
"Okay, these things are on my shoulders...Professor Snape, is there anything else?"
McGuffin reached out to the bar to stop the wand-wielding attacks on Snape to free his brother.
Snape was bored watching McGuffin's show of turning himself into a living person.
Compared to this troublesome Muggle wizard student, Harry and Black became less hateful.
Those two were just stupid and brainless, and this guy in front of him...
Besides disgusting him, he also needs to be more careful.
No matter what has to do with it, there is no good end.
Look how Bellatrix, Gerald, Quirrell ended up... Even Voldemort fell at his hands several times.
Snape thought about it for a while, and felt that it was best for him to leave here to avoid getting involved in any troublesome matters.
Anyway, what should be seen has been seen, and...
Snape touched the glass bottle in his pocket, this little thing was still attacking the glass...
It is an extra joy to take this thing away for research.
"...That's it, Albert. According to Albus's instructions, after you take this bottle of [Badlin Brain Refreshing Potion] according to the dosage, you may be able to completely suppress those messy and crazy thoughts... Well, do you have any questions? If not, I will..."
Just when Snape said a few words impatiently and wanted to leave here,
There was a violent noise outside the corridor, as if something had broken through the door.
"Grab it, grab it!"
"Use the petrification spell, the binding spell..."
"does not work!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way... don't let this thing bite you... it will be infected."
There was another burst of noisy yelling, very chaotic.
"What's up!"
Snape looked at McGuffin, and there was a message in his eyes,—is it your fault again?
McGuffin actually understood.
Shir!
It's none of my business!
McGuffin was so angry that he made a few gestures directly to the dissatisfied little things on the bed, then stretched his arms into the sack, pulled out a bunch of little McGuffins who were confused, and then fell onto the bed.
"Go and see what's going on!"
Not long after, under the punches and kicks of a few extremely smart, like the leading McGuffins, all the Miniature Guffins formed a square formation as before, and then lined up, holding their little magic wands, and just ran in small steps like this, jumped out of the bed... and quickly came to the door of the ward.
These little things are directly in the lower left corner of the door, using that little match-like toy wand to cut a small round door...
Then these little guys lined up with a domineering appearance... and rushed out from there.
Not too long.
With the slight crackling sound, several small Guffins popped out of the McGuffin's head one after another.
This is?
McGuffin closed his eyes, feeling the scenes he saw outside where the silver-haired strong memories (that is, the little Guffins) had returned to their original state.
His expression changed immediately.
He jumped off the bed barefoot, picked up his wand and rushed to the door.
but--
boom!
The door split apart in an instant, and an extremely ugly monster crashed in.
And then McGuffin and Snape heard a wizard yelling outside, don't use offensive spells!
There's a reason McGuffin is in such a hurry.
This thing-
It was a complete replica of the wrinkled skin monsters he had seen in the Ministry of Magic, or it could be said to be a kind of inferior version...
Its skin is also gray, wrinkled and sticking to the body,
The eyeballs are red and glowing, and a few strands of hair hang sparsely from the scalp,
The arms are dry and long, and they easily reach near the toes,
The original human palm has turned into some kind of claw. I don't know if it is bone or the carapace layer of the exoskeleton... Anyway, the long and sharp claws draw deep marks on the ground...
The monster was bending over, trying to get up from the ground.
It was only then that McGuffin saw that this thing was conjured by Muggles. It was wearing a work uniform similar to that of a subway maintenance worker... gray-blue, and a fluorescent yellow vest...
Roar!
After standing up and shaking his body, the monster roared at McGuffin and Snape,
With a mouth full of fangs, it was extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Then, it rushed over immediately.
——shiri!
McGuffin didn't even have time to swing his wand. With a flick of his arm, he just threw the thing out of the door again, smashing it hard.
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he lowered the raised wand again.
This little lunatic's silent and wandless spellcasting is getting more and more exaggerated, how did he do it.
"Professor! This is the Ministry of Magic... the thing that appeared that night, the monster brought by that person... I will not admit it wrong."
McGuffin turned his head suddenly, and said these words to Snape with a livid face.
Snape immediately understood the unspoken meaning of McGuffin's words.
— Voldemort?
The two immediately walked out.
Come to the door and look down the corridor...
The monster was paralyzed on the ground, and the survivors who had just come out... the little Geffens were holding small wands and emitting crackling lightning, constantly stabbing the monster.
They were extremely angry and howled, stomping and jumping on the monster's body.
And the wizard guard who was originally stationed here was shaking his wand... He, together with some healers, stood in the corridor looking at these little things with great fear.
It seems that from their point of view...these little Guffins are much more terrifying than this monster.
At their feet, the same type of wrinkled skin monster curled up.
"return!"
After McGuffin yelled softly a few times, the little things jumped off the monster with great reluctance, and returned to the room behind McGuffin.
"What is this?"
Snape asked the few healers who had just slowly approached.
"It's the . . . nocturnal serial killer that's causing a lot of commotion in Muggle society these days!"
"When the Aurors are done, bring over these muggle-turned-monsters... let's see if we can restore them to their original form!"
"More than one, the remaining Aurors... who can be dispatched by the Ministry of Magic have been dispatched to deal with these matters."
"Caught a lot..."
"..."
It seems that Snape's reputation is much better here at [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic]. There are many healers rushing to answer Snape's questions.
In the chaotic answers, McGuffin gradually drew the outline of the matter in his heart.
Shir!What a pit!
What a fuck!
Listening to the discussion of these people, McGuffin immediately had a bad feeling in his heart. Although he didn't know what Voldemort wanted to do by letting these monsters spread the infection everywhere, he still felt that it would be safer to hide in Hogwarts now.
The current Dumbledore has not been cut, and his strength is still very strong. The contest between him and Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic not long ago undoubtedly proved this point.
McGuffin's face was ugly, and he tried his best not to look flustered.
He said to Snape next to him in a relaxed tone, "Professor Snape, I thought about it... I think I can't delay the school lessons too much. Now that you have seen these little things... I can probably control it. Should I be able to return to Hogwarts and start my studies again!"
Snape looked at the almost 180-degree change in the attitude of McGuffin Albert in front of him, and it became clearer in his heart that the thing in front of him was related to Voldemort.
So after obtaining the consent of the healers next to him, he took a tooth, some skin and blood from the monster that collapsed on the ground in front of him, and then ignored McGuffin's request, saying that he was waiting for Dumbledore's notification, and left directly like that.
Asshole!
McGuffin could only accept the healer's inquiry, carefully avoid the monster under his feet, return to the room and repair the door, and planned to find a way to leave this ghost place quickly.
……
Time passed quickly, and as Hermione said, one thing all students noticed at the beginning of this semester was that their homework had increased significantly.
Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has a lot of papers and will not be mentioned.
Even Professor McGonagall's homework for Transfiguration class increased several times at once, and the students complained that it didn't work,
Professor McGonagall's remarks were almost exactly the same as Hermione's,
They must find a way to face the [Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam] from now on.
The atmosphere between the schools... especially between the fifth and seventh grades has become extremely dull and irritable, and any spark can make these guys explode.
Of course, the current situation of Harry and the others is definitely not easy.
Many students above the fourth grade (except the twins) have been so busy that they have gradually forgotten that there is such a thing as the "Top Ten Tournament".
But one week before the end of October, a notice from the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts School Executive Committee... once again ignited the emotions among the students.
(End of this chapter)
