Chapter 2788 spots of youth (eight)

The surface of the sea was distorted and deformed. The wave crest rose like a mountain at one moment, and completely collapsed to form a valley at the next moment. The lightning split the thick dark clouds, and instantly illuminated the dark and deep sea into a vast expanse of whiteness.

The snow-white waves were blown by the storm, rushing towards the isolated island like an avalanche. There are flying black cloaked monsters that can fly on the island, and they can fly freely without the help of magic props.

It is said that this is the scenery of Azkaban.

Those cloaked monsters were once passing fishermen or sailors on merchant ships, all of whom were attracted by the orange light like a beacon on the island. These people were cursed while being tortured to death by black magic. Although they died, their souls could not be freed, and their bodies were also trapped between reality and the illusion, neither dead nor alive.

Not every dark wizard is like Extis, although the Dark Lord has no mercy for all living things, but he...

Pomona flinched.

Snape grabbed her hand, preventing her from fleeing.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

He had just applied a locust-scented ointment to Pomona's wrist, just where the pulse was.

"It hurts a bit." She smiled with mock relief. "Did you put too much pus in Barber's tuber?"

"It smells like gasoline, and it will ruin the smell of the shower gel." He also said with a relaxed smile.

Pomona now regrets how she agreed to help him test the body washes that were sent to other colleagues.

"Then what did you add?" she said distractedly.

"Betony," he replied, "a purple flower that is used to treat bites from mad French dogs."

"I know what that is." Pomona frowned. "But that herb isn't for healing? How could it hurt?"

He used a white cotton cloth, dipped in some clean water, and wiped off the shower gel on her wrist.

"Does it still hurt now?"

Pomona shook his head.

"Is it comfortable?" he asked again.

"I don't feel it." She said honestly.

"What about now?" He stroked the place just now with his thumb.

She wrenched her hand free before screaming.

This was a feeling that was completely unfamiliar to her. She put that hand under the table and covered it tightly with her sleeve as if she couldn't see the light.

"A proper massage takes away the fatigue that can cause pain during the massage, like just now." He stood up, and Pomona stood up immediately.

"What are you doing?" he said with a smile.

"It's late, I have to go back!"

Without waiting for his answer, she left the hospital wing as if something was chasing her.

"He must have learned that over there!" Pomona said to herself angrily, then rubbed her hands, a chill immediately spread all over her body, and her hairs stood on end.

The news that Severus Snape was going to challenge Slughorn was well known among the staff, and he had even started sending small gifts to colleagues.

This annoyed Slughorn, and he then offered to prepare an Eternal Potion of body wash for the prefects' lounge.

Potions of eternity are hard to make, and it doesn't seem to complement potions that are too complex, like the self-stirring cauldrons used to make potions for adolescents to treat acne.

It was also amazing that Snape had been acne-free throughout his adolescence, despite his greasy hair, and even Sirius had one or two on his face.

She stopped and looked up at the sky. It was a sunny day and the sky was blue. I wonder what the sky in Beihai looks like?

At this time, she heard a noise coming from behind her. Following the sound, she saw a few boys "playing".

Or to put it this way, a Ravenclaw, a Gryffindor, a Hufflepuff boy is throwing a Slytherin boy's schoolbag back and forth, and they're having fun, while the Slytherin boy doesn't want to this game.

"Give me back my schoolbag!" the Slytherin boy yelled.

"Use your wand, little dark wizard," said the Ravenclaw boy provocatively.

The Slytherin boy fought twice more, seeing that the schoolbag still couldn't be snatched back, he was going to take his wand from his robe.

The other three also lost interest in their schoolbags and were about to take out their wands.

At this moment, the schoolbag that was supposed to be thrown aside suddenly floated up and landed firmly in the arms of the Slytherin boy.

Severus Snape came out from behind the bushes and stood in front of the four of them in silence.

"None of your business, Snape!" said the Gryffindor boy.

"It's none of my business, it's not up to you." Snape said provocatively.

"You want to play too?" said the Ravenclaw boy.

"Before I do anything, I want to tell you something, people who are dedicated to the study of knowledge and power, know some spells, these spells will not kill people, but will torture people day after day, let the curse people even find death a relief”

"You want to use black magic at school?" said the Hufflepuff boy.

"Tsk." Snape smacked his mouth meanly. "How could your pus-covered head think like that? As long as you can break the curse, it's just a 'joke'."

The Slytherin boy wanted to laugh but held back.

"You may think I'm playing tricks, I don't want to quarrel with you, I just tell you what might happen next, you will use the tricks you learned in school to deal with me, and I will use silent spells to deal with you, I hope you are quick enough to dodge my spell, or else you will be aching like a Stinging Curse, which cannot be broken by means known to you."

"Don't think it's just you," said the Ravenclaw boy.

"You can try." Snape challenged in a slow tone.

"He wants you to strike first," the Gryffindor boy warned. "Don't be fooled."

"Be careful," said the Slytherin boy. "Korbar's wand is fast."

"Don't worry," Snape said, "I'm used to it."

After a stalemate for a while, the three of them left together, leaving Snape and the Slytherin boy behind.

The Slytherin boys seemed to want to say something to Snape, but he had already turned away.

Pomona was no longer looking in that direction.

Although the mysterious man is obsessed with power, his view of right and wrong is distorted, and he is simply not a normal person.

But like Nietzsche said: stronger, more evil, deeper and more beautiful.

Some are venomous and terrifying, but there is no beautiful water surface without terrifying depths.

The Black Lake seems to be bottomless, but from the Slytherin lounge, you can see the light and shadow cast from the lake. It is said to be beautiful, and you can also hear the singing of the mermaid.